LM Chapter 10.3

“Hic…”

And that was a very, very long time.

Truthfully, Lyndon had no way of knowing how much time had passed. Humans become quite helpless just by being deprived of their sight. He couldn’t tell if it had been a mere ten minutes, two hours, or perhaps even a whole day.

The only things stimulating Lyndon were the movement of the dildo, pounding his prostate from behind a layer of skin, and the thrilling vibration of the catheter directly pressing against it.

In a situation where his sight was stolen, the pleasure he felt was immense. Lyndon had to tremble repeatedly as if twisting his limbs; he wanted to ejaculate, but unable to do so, his body just twitched convulsively.

At first, his heart was filled only with dread and fear, but soon even that was consumed by pleasure. He couldn’t think of anything. He focused solely on enduring this time that felt like an eternity.

But then, could it even be called ‘enduring’?

Wouldn’t it be more accurate to say he simply persevered in silence because he couldn’t die?

The overlapping, continuous, intense pleasure felt similar to a burning pain. It felt as if his anus and genitals were being scorched.

“Ce-Cedric… hng, ugh. Ha-at, Ced, Cedric… please.”

Lyndon reacted excessively, his body quivering even at the soft texture of the bedsheets beneath him. He trembled at the saliva dripping from his slightly parted lips, which he couldn’t quite close.

Even when he called out Cedric’s name incessantly, soaking the blindfold until tears streamed down his cheeks, he felt pleasure from the tears wetting his skin.

At some point, Lyndon began to be moved by the beast-like, vulgar moans he himself let out. Near the end, he even felt a sense of endearment toward the grotesque dildo pounding his prostate and the thin, long catheter.

His throat had gone hoarse from the ceaseless moans, leaving only shallow, wheezing breaths that sounded like escaping air.

Hayley’s face flashed through his mind several times, only to be gradually erased. It shifted back and forth between the warm Hayley who looked at him lovingly and the cold Hayley who had declared their breakup.

Finally, the face of Cedric, wearing a mean expression, came to mind. Cedric’s bright red tongue licking his lower half, his black hair and eyes providing a stark contrast. Even the way he smiled at him, full of twisted desire.

The faces of these two very different men circled Lyndon’s head over and over again.

Just how long had he endured in that state? In that terrible hell of pleasure that felt like it would drive him mad at any moment, just how many hours had Lyndon held out alone?

Toward the end, his limbs began to ache. His blood-gorged cock felt as if it were swollen to the bursting point, and his anus, where the dildo kept moving, stung as if it had been ruptured.

He didn’t want to live like this. The never-ending pleasure was actually miserable. It felt like a life where he had given up being human.

The moans he had been letting out, which had been hitting his eardrums for a while now, were too contradictory to be called human. They sounded like the horrific cries of a wild animal or livestock in heat.

Thus, Lyndon sought to preserve his dignity. Thinking it would be better to die than to live such a life, he tensed his jaw and teeth, trying to bite his tongue to end his life.

At that moment, something unknown suddenly invaded Lyndon’s mouth.

It felt lukewarm and both soft and firm at the same time… it was definitely someone’s finger, now inside his mouth.

“H-hng… kugh…”
“Lyndon, what do you think you’re doing?”

Following that, the blindfold was undone. The damp blindfold fell heavily to the floor. His eyes stung from the sudden exposure to light. Lyndon groaned, squinting his eyes.

“H-heuuugh… ku-uuugh…”

He wailed miserably. He felt like he was going to die. No, he wished he would just die.

“My, my… you looked like you were enjoying it quite a bit, so I left you alone, but I guess I was wrong?”
“Ugh, wu-uuk! Fuuuu…”

Lyndon couldn’t speak properly, like someone who had lost the ability to use language. Breathing heavily and violently, he looked at Cedric with despair. His eyes were filled with sorrow.

‘Why did you leave me alone?’
‘Why did you cover my eyes?’
‘Why, why… did you kidnap me?’

Unable to say a single word of what he wanted to say, he just mumbled and looked at Cedric resentfully.

However, Cedric seemed to understand everything. He was looking at Lyndon with an expression different from before.

“My, seeing you sulk like this is actually quite a sight. Your eyes, swollen from crying, are lovely too.”

Cedric’s hand moved downward and grabbed the round rod at the end of the catheter.

“Well? While I was gone, did you get your fill of pleasure?”
“Wu-wuuuuk! Aaaah!”

Lyndon shouted in anger. At that, Cedric gripped the catheter and persistently shook it back and forth. Lyndon’s eyes widened as if he’d been struck by lightning, and his body thrashed in a frenzy.

“Hi-eet! Kuaaaa-ah!”
“My, you’re being a bit noisy….”

As if his own lips were a plug, Cedric blocked Lyndon’s lips with his own. As their lips met, their tongues intertwined roughly. Simultaneously, with his other hand playfully pressing on Lyndon’s lower abdomen, Cedric pulled the catheter out. At that moment, the white semen that had been building up began to leak out in a stream like urine.

“Hi… eu, he… e… h-huut!”

Lyndon thrashed in sorrow. It was a moan that someone who didn’t know better might mistake for him being quite happy.

And in fact, to some extent, he was. Lyndon felt a pleasure that couldn’t be surpassed. He was certain that he would likely never feel a pleasure greater than this in the future.

Soon after, Cedric pulled the plug from his anus and removed the dildo that had been filled inside all at once. The gaping hole twitched and shrank as if smacking its lips.

Similarly, Lyndon’s body trembled as he spilled semen. Then, once all the semen was spent, a stream of urine burst out, soaking Lyndon’s thighs and the silk trousers Cedric was wearing.

“Hng! Kc-kc! Hik! Fuu! Heuu-eut! Ang!”

Lyndon moaned in broken gasps. He looked incredibly lovely. Cedric showered light kisses all over Lyndon’s face. Then, he looked affectionately at Lyndon, whose whole body was flushed red and looked as if he might die at any second.

His Lyndon, who gave off a lewd scent, drenched in urine and semen.

“Ha, fuck… I really want to shove it in…”

At that, Lyndon gasped for breath and shook his head urgently. He pleaded with tears, saying absolutely not. What his anus needed right now was rest.

“Ha, then Lyndon. Grab mine and shake it for me.”
“… Heuk, eh?”

Lyndon looked at Cedric with a dazed expression. Just because he’d been played with a bit with a dildo and a catheter while blindfolded, he was acting as dull as if he’d actually become an idiot.

“Don’t you understand? I’m telling you to grab my cock and give me a handjob.”
“…”
“If you hate that, we can just do another round of pussy-fucking.”

Cedric made a move to spread Lyndon’s legs once more. At that, Lyndon frantically nodded his head several times. From between his swollen lips, words of agreement spilled out clumsily.

With a smirk, Cedric untied Lyndon’s arms. Blood rushed into his fingertips, which must have been bound for quite a while, causing them to throb and sting.

It was a sharp pain, but compared to the sensation of his prostate and rear hole feeling as if they were on fire just moments ago, this could hardly even be called pain. Lyndon, whose pain threshold had been shattered, simply shook out his arms nonchalantly and hurried to pull down Cedric’s trousers.

Cedric’s pants were already damp. Part of it was due to the urine Lyndon had spilled, but it was also because Cedric had masturbated alone while watching Lyndon desperately call out for him.

As the heavy, moisture-laden fabric was pulled down, a cock – engorged with blood and swollen large – snapped out. It fell right into Lyndon’s grasp. It radiated a searing heat, like bread freshly taken from an oven.

“Ah, hi-ho-hut!”

Lyndon let out a foolish cry and looked up at Cedric, holding the hot thing in his palms. He acted with pure innocence, as if he had no idea what to do with it.

“What are you doing? Touch it.”
“…”
“What, did you actually become an idiot or something?”

Cedric took Lyndon’s hand in his, gripping his own cock together with him. Then, using both their hands, he began to masturbate.

“Kugh… ugh…”

Heat rose in Lyndon’s palms. Even in his half-delirious state, he moved his hands diligently with the desperate hope that Cedric would ejaculate quickly.

“Hiee…”
“Kh…! ”

Cedric’s expression crumpled deeply. To an outsider, it might look like a face on the verge of climaxing, but… when it came to Cedric’s time to ejaculate, there was nothing more inconsistent or unpredictable.

Originally, Cedric was a weary man who took quite a long time to reach orgasm. He harbored no doubt that he was a ‘delayed ejaculator.’ It was a common occurrence for him to go an hour without climaxing.

He presumed it was likely because he had lived a vulgar life from an early age, bedding one man after another without rest.

But things had become a bit strange since meeting Lyndon. He climaxed easily and became erect easily. Like a novice adolescent boy, he would frequently pant with lust for Lyndon at the slightest provocation. There were even times when he finished quickly.

And was that all? Once, just by looking at Lyndon’s developed nipples – without any physical stimulation to his own genitals – he had finished lightly from purely mental pleasure alone.

It was a series of things he couldn’t comprehend… but since it wasn’t a bad change, he just went along with it.

Yet, this current situation was a bit puzzling.

It was just a handjob through this guy’s hands; a simple act of Lyndon clumsily shaking his cock while his own hand was layered over Lyndon’s. No moans, no being drenched in thick breaths. And yet, he felt like he was going to climax right this second. 

Just how much of a lightweight had he turned into…?

“Ku, k-huu….”

However, as he watched Cedric’s cock, Lyndon’s heart also began to race once more.

After having just climaxed several times and even spraying urine, his own cock, without any sense of pride, began to get hard and stand tall again. Above all, it was largely due to the dark gaze watching him relentlessly, as if Cedric were about to devour him whole.

His personality was as foul as could be, but his face was so smooth, his nose so straight, and his lip line so sharp. Cedric looked at Lyndon with those attractively wide-set eyes.

Perhaps because he was intensely aroused, his black pupils were smoldering. Within those eyes, Lyndon’s own anticipation began to boil. His cock grew hard again in spite of himself.

Cedric let out a faint laugh as he saw the erect cock.

“Fuck, this vulgar bastard…. You’re getting hard just looking at me?”
“H-hng, heuk…”

Apparently still capable of feeling shame, Lyndon’s face flushed red. Cedric swatted Lyndon’s hand away and forcefully threw him down onto the bed. Then, he began to punish the hole that was revealed as his legs fell open.

First, he ruthlessly lifted his erect member to a right angle, then let it snap back with the recoil. The flying shaft struck Lyndon’s anal opening, which was made of fine wrinkles, with a sharp blow.

Finding it amusing, Cedric repeated this meaningless act several times. From below, the sound of the shaft slapping the swollen anus – thwack! Thwack! – rang out continuously.

He was slapping the anus with the shaft, a sensitive vital point, yet in this bizarre situation, the one in pain was Lyndon, not Cedric.

Cedric smiled and laughed off the sharp pain that felt as if his own shaft might rupture, while Lyndon let out loud cries of “Ah-heuk, augh-heuk!” even though he was just being slapped on the anus.

Finally deciding to stop the playing around, Cedric muttered an oath and forcefully shoved his cock into the anus. He began to strike and scrape the prostate, which had already been stimulated thousands of times today, with the tip of his glans once again.

“Ha, ha-ang!”
“Ku, ugh!”

Their clashing groans intertwined like a harmony. Breaths soaked in pleasure piled up layer by layer, filling the bedroom like a lewd symphony. The occasional creaking of the bed filled the gaps like an accompaniment.

“Huu, h-huut!”
“Ha, ah!”

Cedric’s cock crushed Lyndon’s insides over and over. As if he could sense the prostate, he pounded it as if trying to burst it.

Lyndon felt as if his vision might fail him at any moment. He realized that the dildo that had stimulated him earlier couldn’t even be compared to Cedric’s cock. Indeed, no matter how sophisticated a fake might be, it could never beat the real thing.

Perhaps because the pleasure was too much to handle, Lyndon reached out his arms toward Cedric. It was a request to be held. Surprised for a moment by the proactive gesture, Cedric soon responded by embracing him.

Afterward, their lips naturally met, and they began to kiss. Without either one starting it, their tongues began to lick each other persistently from the roots. 

Finally, Cedric spent himself inside Lyndon.

“Huu, ha…”
“H-huut!”

Their lips parted as they exhaled thick breaths. Cedric wiped the saliva from the corner of Lyndon’s mouth, looking down with a tender gaze. A voice deeper than usual flowed out.

“Lyndon, are you going to run away again?”
“Eu- eub!”

Lyndon shook his head violently from side to side. Drops of sweat that had gathered at his temples scattered and disappeared.

“You have to answer. Why are you acting like an idiot…. Say ‘No.’”
“… Nn… no…”

Slowly, very slowly, and with unclear pronunciation, Lyndon answered. Despite the lacking response, Cedric looked extremely satisfied and smiled.

“If you don’t run away, you won’t be punished as excessively as you were today.”
“H-heuk, r-really…?”
“Of course.”

He said ‘of course,’ but naturally, it was a lie. However, Lyndon was foolish enough to believe it. He grabbed Cedric’s hand and rubbed his cheek against the back of it, as if pleading for Cedric not to hate him.

Watching this, Cedric burst into laughter. Lyndon, acting so clunky like a man with no pride left, looked both cute and like a total fool.

“You really roll around so vulgarly, you bastard…”

At those words, Lyndon panted and looked at Cedric. Fear began to fill his eyes once more.

But although his words were harsh, Cedric was quite satisfied. The way Lyndon rubbed his cheek against his hand of his own accord like this… He strangely liked it. 

He even looked lovely.

“First… let’s wash up.”

Cedric picked Lyndon up in his arms. While Cedric was on the leaner side, he was by no means small in stature. Yet he carried him so easily. 

Lyndon was a bit flustered.

He carefully set Lyndon down in the warm water of the bathtub, making sure his unhealed soles didn’t touch the water. Then, Cedric began to wash Lyndon with soap suds. 

It was his first time washing someone else. 

He didn’t even wash his own body himself, so to be washing another person…

Every now and then, he let out a sigh, unable to understand why he was doing this.

However, seeing Lyndon looking up at him with bubbles on his cheeks, or seeing him with a head full of soap suds, was quite a rewarding experience. 

When his hand brushed against Lyndon’s genitals to wash them, Cedric felt a sharp, ringing pang in his chest at the sight of him getting erect again so vulgarly.

So, forgetting his own fatigue, he finished bathing Lyndon. When he carried the clean Lyndon back to the bed, the sheets had already been replaced with fresh ones.

As he laid Lyndon down on the white, plush bedding, Cedric asked, “You’re going to listen to me from now on, right?”

“… Yes.”

Those deep blue eyes followed Cedric. They were strangely refreshing eyes. It felt as though no matter how filthily he was treated, those eyes would remain clean forever.

“You won’t run away, will you?”

At that question, Lyndon’s gaze dropped. His white eyelashes cast a shadow over his blue eyes.

‘I have nowhere to go. Where on earth would I run to?’

He conveyed his honest feelings in a voice devoid of lies.

“… No.”
“Come here.”

Cedric opened his arms. Lyndon crawled into his embrace. Cedric naturally offered his arm as a pillow. The two lay there, stuck closer together than they had been during the act itself.

It felt strange to Cedric. He had violated countless men, but washing his victim, taking him into his arms, and going to sleep together? Such a foolish pattern of behavior.

It was utterly unfamiliar to him. He had never allowed anyone into such a close, intimate space before.

Why on earth was his heart becoming so generous toward this man, Lyndon? What was so special about this guy with the deep blue eyes and snow-white hair?

Just why…

“C-can’t you sleep?”

Lyndon lifted his eyelids and looked at Cedric. As the flesh-colored lids retracted, those brilliantly blue eyes filled Cedric’s vision once more. At the sight of that glass-bead-like color, Cedric’s heart began to pound.

Cedric wanted to ask, ‘What kind of spell have you cast on me?’ He barely managed to stifle such a childish question before it could escape his lips.

Instead, he said nothing and simply pulled Lyndon into a tighter hug. The white hair and black hair intertwined, shifting into a color resembling a gray sky just before a downpour.

However, no rain fell. 

Soon, the only thing to be heard was the steady, rhythmic breathing of the two men.