LM Chapter 1.2

Lyndon Mowgan.

He was a strangely captivating man. Even in his worn gentleman’s suit and hole-ridden bowler hat. Even though Hayley was a heterosexual man with zero interest in his own gender.

“Ah, no, what!” Lyndon tried to protest roughly. 

Not only did he not fully grasp the meaning of Duke Whitaker’s words, but the entire situation felt utterly unreasonable. Yet, the man seated to his right suddenly leapt up and hastily began undressing.

After laying down his coat and removing his waistcoat, he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a solidly built chest covered in jet-black hair. His chest was completely covered in thick, dark hair, just like his head. 

An exclamation filled with contempt, “Ugh…”, slipped out of Lyndon’s mouth before he could stop it.

Soon, the man seated to Lyndon’s left also sprang up from his seat, unfastening and pulling down his breeches. Pale, bony legs, as if they might break, were exposed.

Lyndon stood between them, shaking his head in embarrassment.

‘Damn it… I’ve never heard of being told to undress during a butler interview…’

But upon reflection, Lyndon himself was a greenhorn who’d never been through a butler interview before. A somewhat rational thought occurred to him: perhaps it was to observe skin diseases, leprosy, or other ailments.

So, with hands trembling slightly, he took off his coat and waistcoat, hung them on a chair, loosened his cravat, and then removed his shirt.

By then, the candidates on either side were already completely naked. Lyndon stared gloomily at the chest hair and pubic hair of the stout man standing to his right, then looked at the thin, frail-looking man standing to his left. He swore it was the first time he’d ever seen another man’s cock so starkly exposed.

“…”

After feeling a slight queasiness, he stripped off his breeches, his knee-high socks, and finally the drawers resting on his waist.

Lyndon finally stood naked in his place.

“Took you long enough to get naked, didn’t it?”

Lyndon, who had lowered his hand to cover his cock, heard those words and barely managed to drop his hand to his side. Even though he was a man, strangely, his naked body felt shameful. 

Well, what chance had he ever had in his entire life to be completely naked like this, exposed to the scrutiny of so many strangers? It was bound to be awkward.

Just as he was barely beginning to grasp the situation, Haley Whitaker gave another order: “Turn around and bend over.”

“… Huh?” Lyndon asked back, flustered.

‘If I do that… my asshole will be completely exposed…’

Yet the men flanking him turned around without hesitation and bent over. Their buttocks rose high into the air, their flaccid balls and cocks dangling limply downward. Their previously tight cheeks spread flat and wide.

Instantly, Lyndon turned his head to the right. Seeing the dark anus exposed between the plump man’s buttocks and the thick, jet-black hair surrounding it like dark strands of fur, he couldn’t help but gag, “Ugh.”

Turning his head to the left, toward the slender man, this time a small, snow-white buttock revealed a pink anus. Seeing that, Lyndon finally clicked his tongue and bent over, lying face down. The cold air hitting his backside felt slightly chilly. Blood rushed to his face, making him dizzy.

Then the duke’s voice came, “Go and check.”

“Yes!”

The interviewers seated on either side then approached the butler candidates.

First was the well-built man. One candidate grabbed his buttocks forcefully, pulling them wide apart, while the other thrust a finger deep inside. A groan escaped the man’s lips – a mixture of pain and embarrassment.

“Huhk, ahng…”

Soon after, a sound like flesh being torn followed.

Lyndon was intensely curious about the situation, but he himself was bent over, exposing his anus, and dared not turn his head that way. Simply holding that bent position was already extremely difficult.

Soon, rustling sounds reached his ears, and the interviewers standing on his right approached Lyndon. At that moment, the duke stopped them and said, “Start with the applicant at the very end first. He looks weak.”

The interviewers then passed by Lyndon and went to the left. Once again, strange sounds of flesh being pierced, creaking and groaning, flowed out from the left.

Lyndon couldn’t comprehend the situation at all. He stared at the floor, trying desperately to figure it out. But before he could come up with a clear answer, the interviewers approached him, grabbed his buttocks, and spread them apart.

“Ugh!”

His anus stretched taut. He was about to yell, ‘What the hell are you doing?!’ when the duke’s sudden voice swallowed his cry.

“Ah. I’ll handle him.”

‘What the hell… is he doing?!’

The duke immediately approached behind Lyndon’s hips. Then, in a low, almost chanting voice, he commanded, “Spread wider.”

Immediately, Lyndon’s already spread buttocks were pulled even harder to the sides. The gaping hole automatically twitched to protect itself, the surrounding folds stinging before turning fiery.

“Ugh, what the hell, what is it!”
“Hmm…. Not red, not black. Just a common, disgusting reddish-brown rear hole.”
“Wh-what kind of… s-sordid words…!”

To an observer, it was a vulgar exchange that made Lyndon seem like the noble and Hayley the commoner.

But that wasn’t the point. 

An anus… a human’s shit hole… No, what possible special disqualification could the color of an anus be for becoming an assistant butler?

Lyndon felt great shame over his own reddish-brown anus, which wasn’t pink.

“Though the hair around your anus is pure silver white, just like your hair color.”
“… Hey, hey, Your Grace! What the hell are you–” 

Gasp!

Suddenly, the duke’s middle finger thrust deep into Lyndon’s narrow anus.

He bit his lower lip hard against the foreign sensation in his rear.

“Ugh, ugh! Wha – what are–”

The finger thrust deep inside Lyndon began wriggling like an eel, digging and moving about as it pleased.

He was immediately overcome by a sickening, filthy feeling. To shove into someone else’s asshole so recklessly. It was truly horrifying.

“Damn it… Ugh!”

Lyndon tried to raise his upper body to protest. At that moment, the interviewer, who had been empty-handed, forced Lyndon’s waist down, pressed his skull, and murmured for him to stay still.

Regardless of the chaos below, the duke calmly opened his mouth, “Scented oil.”

Scented oil? Scented oil!? Scented oil!?

Lyndon’s eyes widened in horror. He frantically shook his head, but all he could see from his downward-plunging view were the duke’s stylish ankle boots, the Oxford shoes worn by the interviewer beside him, or the bare feet of the other applicants standing far away.

Lyndon immediately began flailing and shouting again.

“Hey! I’m quitting! This shitty interview… Ugh!”

Thud!

This time, the interviewer stomped on Lyndon’s head with his boot as he bent over, then grabbed his arms violently. Instantly, Lyndon’s face and knees were pressed flush against the cold marble floor.

With his legs spread wide and only his buttocks raised, Lyndon was forced into a humiliating position where his buttocks spread apart without the interviewer even needing to pull his hips apart.

“Hey, Mr. Mowgan. If you agreed to this interview, you should see it through to the end… You can’t just run away like a coward.”
“Ugh! Boo-hoo!”

Lyndon tried to protest, but his lips were pressed against the marble floor, making speech impossible.

Meanwhile, cold, slippery lubricant was splashed between Lyndon’s buttocks, then the duke’s fingers began forcing the lubricant deep into his anus.

“Is it the lubricant… why is the inside so sticky?”
“Ugh! Ugh!”

Lyndon struggled to free his tightly pulled arms. But he had gambled all night for a week at the casino with Anna’s mother’s heirlooms, then slept rough on a park bench for a day, washed his face and quenched his thirst with ice-cold water from a nearby tap, and came straight here.

Having starved for so long, Lyndon didn’t have the strength to fight off three burly men. All he could do was lie face down and endure the molestation of his rear passage… 

The horrific, nauseating sensation lingered for a long time. The duke’s fingers violently ravaged Lyndon’s hole. When the fingers finally withdrew, Lyndon felt an inexplicable emptiness deep inside his anus. 

Just as a torrent of curses threatened to erupt from his mouth, a voice of utter despair came from behind him, “Damn it, you’ve gotten shit all over me…”

“… Guh!”

Lyndon couldn’t utter a word. With his face flushed red, he could only kneel naked on the wooden floor, his anus exposed.

Why, why must such things happen during a mere butler interview? Why must he spread his anus and hear others call him filthy?

If he could escape the Whitaker household, he’d run straight to the police. If that failed, he’d write a petition to the Emperor. He’d write it over and over until it was accepted. He’d make sure his petition reached every citizen, exposing this humiliating interview process to everyone.

Until everyone knew the Whitaker household was a perverted cult!

“Clyster pipe,” then came the duke’s calm voice, seemingly dismissing Lyndon’s resolve as trivial. It was a word he had never heard before. 

‘Wh-what? Clyster pipe? What is that?’

“Yes, Your Grace.”

As Lyndon was drowning in bewilderment, something unknown suddenly plunged deep into his rear passage. It wasn’t thick like the duke’s fingers. It was thin, long, and cold.

Lyndon couldn’t have known it, but it was a large enema syringe. Immediately, the enema fluid inside surged into his bowels.

Immediately, Lyndon felt an intense urge to defecate.

Around that moment, the interviewers released Lyndon’s arms, which they had been holding tightly. Similarly, the foot that had been brutally pressing down on the back of Lyndon’s head was also removed. However, Lyndon couldn’t escape; he remained sprawled on the floor, clutching his stomach.

Gurgle…

A loud rumbling sound echoed from his stomach. Lyndon stroked his belly and struggled to his feet.

His face was flushed crimson, and his silver hair was tangled and matted from being trampled. Yet his features remained handsome, and his blue-tinged eyes were clear and bright.

Just as the duke had observed, Lyndon truly was a face with a peculiar edge. No matter how depraved or rotten his mindset might be, an oddly refined aura always lingered around his manly, handsome features. That was likely why he’d managed to live comfortably as a gigolo until now.

And that was precisely why he could now become a male prostitute disguised as a butler.

“Th-th-th… ugh. Bathroom… I need to…”

Lyndon barely managed to speak, his voice strained. His stomach felt like it was being beaten to a pulp by someone.

“Shit here.”

Hearing the duke’s cold command, the interviewers brought a round glass container from somewhere and forced it into Lyndon’s hands.

“What, ugh… What!?”

Lyndon glanced around and looked at the duke. In this room were two interviewers with cold expressions, two naked applicants who had come seeking to become butlers like himself, and Lyndon himself, making a total of six people.

And now he was being told to defecate in a place like this.

At that moment, the person who was actually as flustered as Linden was, surprisingly, Duke Hayley Whitaker.

Truth be told, he hadn’t intended to go to such lengths to toy with them. He’d only planned to confirm none had ever committed sodomy, then pick one at random to end the interview.

Considering Crown Prince Cedric, choosing the man standing to Lyndon’s left – with delicate features and a feminine appearance– would be the right choice. (For Hayley, a perfectly heterosexual man, that choice was the best.) 

Unlike Lyndon, the candidate on the left had pink anus and nipples, and was a man covered only in soft, downy hair.

Of course, the man standing on the right was out of the question. He was a hairy, bear-like fellow with a build even larger than the Crown Prince’s.

Yet, after checking everyone, Hayley’s eyes strangely followed Lyndon.

Lyndon’s appearance seemed noble, dignified, and elegant.

But setting aside the rags he wore, his demeanor was no different from a street vagrant. He stood with his legs splayed awkwardly, his smile was asymmetrical with one corner of his mouth turned up when he laughed, and above all, his gaze was unsavory. Even with those clear, pure eyes.

That’s why Hayley’s gaze followed Lyndon even more intently. He wanted to make that captivating man, a mix of so many conflicting traits, cry. He wanted to humiliate him. He wanted to see his face flush red. 

Just like right now.

Lyndon spoke, his blue eyes brimming with tears, “I, I quit! This fucking interview!”

“Fine. Then get dressed and leave. Just remember outsiders can’t use the mansion’s bathroom.”
“…”

The nearest public restroom was in the park where Lyndon had slept the night before. A filthy pit toilet reeking of excrement.

No, whether it was a pit toilet or not didn’t matter. The problem was that park was at least an hour’s walk from the duke’s residence. Lyndon desperately needed to relieve himself right now, and if he left the mansion and ended up shitting in front of this huge estate, he’d surely be caught by the guards and get a beating.

If he was unlucky, his ass would be reduced to a rag covered in shit. The thought of shit poisoning him through his wounds was an ending he didn’t even want to consider.

If he got sick, his looks would suffer. Then, before the harsh winter came, he’d definitely fail to find a woman to marry.

“…”

Lyndon looked down with a despondent expression. It was where his discarded clothes lay.

‘Should I… put those on…?’

Just as he thought that, a loud rumble! sounded again from his stomach. He felt like he might shit himself any second.

“Huh, ugh… Huh…”

Cold sweat poured down his temples. Lyndon crawled toward the duke and whispered urgently, “Th-then at least send those people out.. Please!”

The duke looked indifferently at the other candidates. Then he smiled and spat out the words, “Unfortunately, you two are out. Get dressed and leave.”

Saying this, he addressed the man who had roughly pressed down on Lyndon’s skull, “Give them £10 as an interview fee.”

Lyndon’s eyes widened.

‘No way, they didn’t even properly interview them and they’re offering £10! Fuck, I should’ve just walked out! I could’ve just shit my pants, gotten £10, and bought new ones!’

That thought crossed his mind, but then his thoughts flipped again.

Unlike those who merely took off their clothes, he had to endure an enema and then, as if performing a show in front of others, shit himself. His anticipation swelled at how much money he might get for that.

‘I have no fucking clue what shitting myself in a place like this has to do with making money…’

“Ah…!”

Then his stomach churned again. Lyndon, still kneeling, weakly shook the duke’s shin and pleaded desperately.

“P-please… hurry…”

Hayley burst out laughing loudly. “Hahaha! You lot! Hurry up and get dressed and get out! As you can see, this fellow seems to be in a terrible hurry!“

‘Fuck, fuck… Ugh, ugh!’

Because of the duke’s immense status, Lyndon couldn’t even utter a simple curse like “fuck” at the man before him and swallowed it back. Yet, despite that, he’d been spitting out casual speech like popcorn until now.