LM Chapter 11.1

At dawn, Cedric woke up alone. He turned Lyndon onto his side, spread his buttocks – which were still marked with red handprints – and pushed his cock into the swollen hole hidden within.

From how much they’d fucked since the day before, Lyndon’s asshole was quite soft and loosely open. There was no need to forcefully pry open the entrance and thrust violently like before. 

Simply touching the tip to the opening, his erect cock slid naturally, as if it were a custom-fit hole, sinking into the slimy depths.

Was it because he was exhausted from being tormented all night, or had he simply built up a tolerance? 

Lyndon only let out a faint groan and never managed to open his eyes. Dealing with a man who was sleeping as if he had fainted, his eyes swollen shut, Cedric steadily vented his lust. He moved his hips violently back and forth, thrusting rhythmically.

Though only a few hours had passed, this bout of sodomy was on a completely different level than before. It wasn’t the kind of inner wall that tightened aggressively as if to snap his cock off; nstead, the hole gripped him just right, warming Cedric’s cock to a lukewarm heat.

There was no scorching heat. There were no loud, boisterous moans like other times. 

It was a strange dawn, filled only with the sound of Lyndon’s low breaths and the wet, slapping sound of Cedric’s pelvis hitting the rounded buttocks.

Even amidst the simple and clear stimulation, Cedric climaxed easily. Only after pouring his thin semen into Lyndon’s rectal walls once more did he close his eyes, as if finally feeling at ease.

Then, morning broke.

Beside Cedric, a sound of deep, exhausted breathing flowed. Surprisingly, it was an unfamiliar resonance, the first time Cedric had ever heard it in his life.

Raw sounds coming from beside him first thing in the morning. He’d never experienced anything like this before, but if he had to pick, the only raw sound he’d ever heard in the morning was probably birdsong outside the window.

But to hear another person’s breathing the moment he opened his eyes. Such a steady, warm sound. And this… this incredibly ticklish emotion.

It was strange. The breath Lyndon exhaled – that thin air, invisible to the eye – felt as if it were softly stroking Cedric’s heart. He felt as if his heart were being coated in another layer of something unknown.

His heart felt heavy.

 Perhaps because of the unfamiliar sensation occupying his chest, he felt a bit dizzy. 

Cedric placed his hand on his forehead, applying pressure as he thought: ‘Should I wake him up, or not? No… should I kick him out, or not?’

Two conflicting desires clashed violently. The urge to wake the peacefully sleeping Lyndon and the desire to let him sleep more. The urge to drive Lyndon out of his mind and the desire to give him a permanent place within it. 

These thoughts collided in a complex and intense confrontation.

However…

“Hng, huuu…”

At the sound of Lyndon’s sighing breath, those messy thoughts vanished instantly. Instead, a sudden desire to see Lyndon’s face more closely welled up. He lifted his upper body to get a better look at Lyndon, who had fallen asleep with his back turned.

As he did, the cock he had left inside Lyndon’s hole during the night naturally popped out. A bit of thin semen followed from the tip of the glans. 

Cedric didn’t care about such things; he was too busy observing Lyndon’s back.

The silver hair sparkled white as it caught the warm morning sunlight, tempting Cedric. However, Cedric knew well that the eyes hidden beneath those eyelids were even more precious.

A vague sense of regret made him look away. Instinctively, his gaze naturally fell upon Lyndon’s buttocks and his own well-used, rag-like cock.

Come to think of it, he was a little worried about Lyndon’s anus. Had they gone at it too much yesterday? Worried it might have torn, he spread Lyndon’s buttocks. Sure enough, the folds were red and excessively swollen.

And as if waiting to be spread, as if putting on a show for Cedric who had loved it, the hole twitched and then gushed! A decent amount of clear semen flowed out.

“Ha, fuck…”

Cedric sighed, feeling a bit disappointed that Lyndon had spit out his seed. The white anal hair surrounding the hole fluttered lightly like dandelion seeds.

“Next time, I’ll have to shave that ass hair too…. “

It was cute because it was like downy fur, but he knew Lyndon would be flustered and embarrassed if he shaved it. That only made Cedric more determined to do it. Lyndon’s reaction when he shaved his pubic hair had been quite satisfying. With that thought, Cedric pushed the flowing semen back into the hole.

Squelch, slurp.

The vulgar sound of fluid moving inside the narrow hole echoed.

Soon, Lyndon’s voice rang out as he woke up.

“Hng, ngh… Ce-Cedric? What… what are you doing this early in the morning…?”

Lyndon was absolutely appalled. The thought ‘Again, after all that?’ immediately crossed his mind. However, seeing that disgruntled expression only made Cedric more excited, and he moved his fingers boldly. He moved them in large, circular motions, widening the anus.

Even though it was a transformed hole that was already stretched and loose enough not to need any more widening, the wet hole let out a lewd, squelching sound.

“Hgh, p-please stop…”

In truth, Lyndon was feeling a stomachache rather than lust. He was sure he had scraped out all the semen while washing yesterday, so he couldn’t understand why his stomach hurt. Then, he heard the sound of splashing moisture behind him.

‘N-no way…’

Lyndon reached back and felt around his anus. His hand came away covered in white semen.

“Ugh, s-semen… why…”
“I did a bit of fucking at dawn.”
“Hng, ugh…”

Upon learning the truth, his stomach began to ache almost unbearably. His anus flickered and his large intestine rumbled urgently, as if he needed to relieve himself right that moment.

And in that physiological state, so naturally, just as Hayley had trained him, Lyndon’s uncircumcised cock surged with vigor, erecting powerfully toward the ceiling. Getting hard every time he defecated had become an ingrained habit, impossible to forget.

Cedric saw the strange bulge in Lyndon’s crotch and roughly pulled back the blanket. Lyndon’s defiantly erect cock was exposed in all its nakedness.

“You… got hard? Because I touched your asshole?”

Cedric hadn’t even touched near the prostate. He had literally just been playing with the shallow part of the back hole as if it were a toy.

“Ah, hng… Th-that’s not it…”
“Tell me, Lyndon. Why the hell did you get hard? Have you become that much of a slut? I hate things that vulgar.”
“Hng, ugh… That… isn’t…”
“I told you to tell me!”

Cedric painfully stimulated Lyndon’s prostate with his fingertip. Under that threat, Lyndon answered with wide, startled eyes.

“When… when I need to defecate urgently, I get… an erection!”
“… What?”

Cedric was a bit taken aback. An erection from needing to defecate? To be that… that lewd…

How on earth did that guy train Lyndon…? Getting an erection when you urgently need to defecate? Even Cedric, a notorious slut who’d rolled around with countless partners using all sorts of tools, had never seen a case like this before.

“S-so… ugh… p-please, the bathroom…”

But Cedric still had his fingers inside Lyndon’s hole, stirring the soft inner walls. Only his mouth had stopped; his hands were still busy.

“You’re saying your dick stands up when you want to take a shit?”
“… Yes.”
“What about urinating?”
“A-actually… even when I need to p-pee… I get an erection…”
“…You’re a fucking pervert, aren’t you? Ha… Did Hayley make you like this?”
“Hng, ugh… Y-yes…”

Lyndon managed to answer. His face was so red it looked ready to burst, and it felt like he would mess himself the moment Cedric’s fingers were withdrawn. Lyndon looked at Cedric again with tear-filled eyes and whispered pleadingly.

“P-please take your fingers out… I really… I can’t hold it anymore…”
“…”

Naturally, Cedric’s reason snapped. Forget that Lyndon had turned into such a filthy bastard after Hayley’s touch – he was so horny he felt like he might die. And whatever that damn nobleman had seen and experienced, he wanted to experience every single bit of it himself.

Cedric grabbed Lyndon’s rock-hard cock with his other hand as if threatening it.

“Tell me. How did you go to the bathroom? Did you stand there with your cock hard like this in front of that bastard, spread your legs like a whore, open your hole, and take a shit? Fuck, you don’t even know shame.”

“… Hng, ugh! Cedric! S-stop, haa…”
“I told you to tell me!”
“Yes, yes! Every time I had to go, I-I asked for H-Hayley’s p-permission first!”
“… Fuck.”

‘Should I kill him?’

That spoiled brat…

The thought surfaced. Cedric couldn’t contain his urge to kill Hayley right then and there.

He pulled his finger out of Lyndon’s back passage, deciding he should tell his personal secretary to find a way to bring down the Duke’s family.

Then, Cedric put the mixture containing his own semen into his mouth and sucked on it with a loud, squelching slurping sound.

Lyndon watched him, gasping for breath. His eyes were searching for a kind of permission – a submissive look that asked if he could finally go and relieve himself.

In response, Cedric picked Lyndon up. He carried him into the bathroom, sat him down in a crouching position over the chamber pot, and spoke commandingly.

“Do it.”
“… W-what?!”

Confusion washed over Lyndon’s pale face. The words ‘Are you seriously insane?’ rose to his throat, but perhaps because of the crouching posture, he found it impossible to hold it in any longer. His entire nervous system was focused solely on the urge to evacuate.

Because of this, he couldn’t even think of arguing with Cedric. 

At the same time, he felt a wave of sorrow.

Why did he keep attracting these kinds of lunatics? Had he been cursed by someone without knowing it? Was he being punished for selling Anna’s mother’s keepsake without permission?

Just… why? Why were Hayley and Cedric so obsessed with such disgusting acts?

And why was his own body getting hard and going into heat over such a physiological process? Was he truly a sexual deviant, just as Hayley had said? 

He had lived a normal sexual life until now, but was there a foul, filthy perversion hidden deep within him? Was that why he couldn’t hold back once it had been triggered?

To stand before another man with a rock-hard dick, squirting pre-cum and lifting his buttocks in a demeaning way while being whipped by Cedric…

To habitually do such things while vulgarly erupting with semen… could that really be considered human? Or was he just livestock being raised by human hands…?

Lyndon, unaware that everything he had endured at the hands of these two men was a form of training, fell into a state of total confusion.

“Spread it and dump it in front of me, just like you did for that bastard.”
“Th-that… I don’t think I… c-can…”
“You spread your asshole wide open and spat it out like a pig in front of that other bastard, but you can’t do it in front of me?!?”

“N-no. That’s not it… B-back then, it was for healing! To heal the diseased intestinal flora… I mean, the sexual perversion… uh… but it turns out that was a lie…”

Strangely, the more he spoke, the more he felt like he was digging himself into a hole. And he was right. Cedric’s temper was already twisted beyond repair.

“What the hell are you babbling about? Don’t you have any fear?”
“H-hyick!”

Cedric forcibly pushed Lyndon off the chamber pot and forced him into a humiliating position: chest pressed against the bathroom floor with his buttocks thrust high into the air. He spread the hole wide before his eyes, brought a sharp razor to the skin, and whispered. His wet tongue licked the buttocks several times.

“This won’t do. I’m going to shave you…”
“Y-you already did…”
“I mean these hairs right next to your anus.”

Cedric murmured as he plucked at the white hairs growing around the red, swollen anus like a fairy ring. For a moment, Lyndon almost lost his strength from the sharp sting. After barely managing to hold back his bowels, he spoke pleadingly.

“I-it hurts… I-I don’t know why you’re so angry, but I… I was wrong… Please forgive me…”
“Forgive you? Sure! Of course I will. That is, if you can successfully hold it in while I shave you, Lyndon.”

As he spoke, Cedric pressed down hard on Lyndon’s stomach with his large hand. His insides churned and boiled, screaming to let everything out immediately. 

Under the circumstances, Lyndon felt it would be better if the shaving was finished quickly. He cried out: “H-hurry! Hurry and sh-shave it!”

“Ha! Fuck, you filthy little slut!”

Despite the curses, Cedric’s expression didn’t look displeased. On the contrary, he looked satisfied, as if he had found a very entertaining toy, and began to shave Lyndon’s anal hair.

Even though Cedric claimed to despise anything lewd or obscene, he somehow found this side of Lyndon quite to his liking.

Scrape, scrape.

The sound of hair being shaved echoed. Simultaneously, the sound of active bowel movements – gurgle, rumble – rang out from inside Lyndon’s stomach.

“Hng-ugh.”

The sharp blade was incredibly distracting. His aching stomach felt nauseous. 

He was hyper-aware of the cold bathroom floor against his bare nipples. 

Cedric’s lust-heavy breathing weighed on him.

In fact, everything was distressing. He couldn’t understand why he had to face such humiliating situations every time. He had made many mistakes in his life… but he didn’t think he had done enough to deserve this level of disgrace.

He pressed his face against the cold bathroom floor and let out a sorrowful breath.

How long had he been crying? Just as his sphincter was on the verge of giving way, Cedric finally gave his permission.

“I’m done. You can go now.”
“Hng, ugh–!”

The permission had finally come. 

He tried to scramble up, but his legs gave out, and he collapsed several times. Lyndon braced himself with his arms and pushed off the floor with his feet, finally managing to stand.

It felt as though he would lose control and defecate right in front of him at any second, so even walking to the chamber pot just five steps away took a considerable amount of time. He held his hand over his rear, enduring countless close calls as he stumbled forward.

Then, the ultimate crisis arrived, one he could no longer hold back. Lyndon rushed the final two steps and sat on the chamber pot.

Unfortunately, perhaps because he was in such a hurry at the end, his buttocks missed the mark slightly. While the solids made it in, the urine spilled outside.

Trickle.

Having made a mistake, Lyndon turned red all the way down to his chest. His face, neck, collarbones, and shoulders looked as if they had been cooked to a delicious hue.

Despite the foul smell, Cedric licked his lips and lifted a large jar of water. He pushed the chamber pot aside and began pouring water over Lyndon’s trembling body and the trail of urine on the floor, shouting loudly:

“Well done, my lovely piggy!”
“Hng, h-hnggh!”

Lyndon buried his face in his hands and wailed pitifully. Meanwhile, all the dirty remnants were washed away into the drain.

In the spot where all the filth and stench had vanished, Cedric forcefully pried open Lyndon’s cleaned anus with his fingers and muttered.

The reddish anus flickered between his buttocks – which were as snowy white as his silver hair – revealing the depths within. There was nothing left but clean, pink flesh.

“Your back hole feels empty now that you’ve emptied your bowels, doesn’t it?”
“Hng, ngh!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll fill it back up with my cock.”
“Hee, ugh! Mmph!”

Once again, Lyndon’s anus was pried apart as Cedric’s cock came crashing in. They had been at it so many times in such a short period that he could now enter comfortably without even needing to loosen him up with fingers. 

Then again, what fuckhole in the world would refuse a cock?

“Haah…! Fuck!”
“Ngh, n-nghuph! Hss…!”
“Ha! Shit! It’s so… goddamn good!”

Cedric bucked his hips wildly. He moved his pelvis in a frantic rhythm, slamming into Lyndon’s buttocks.

Laments flowed from Lyndon’s mouth as he was pressed against the floor. To have to taste a cock again, right after relieving himself and with his rear still thrust high in the air… it gave him the miserable sensation that he was no longer human, but some kind of livestock.

“Haah! Haah! Dammit! It’s good! It’s so good!” Cedric groaned boisterously. 

The problem was that Lyndon, too, found himself becoming aroused by this beastly treatment.

Even in this situation, where his rear was being shoved by a cock at someone else’s whim, his own member swelled greatly and began to rub against the cold bathroom floor. Simultaneously, his fully erect nipples scraped against the tiles, making his hair stand on end.

He loved it – insanely so. The sensation of his dick and nipples rubbing against the floor sent a chilling thrill down his spine.

“Hng, aaah!”
“Ha…!”

Finally, both men groaned as they climaxed simultaneously. 

Letting out a low laugh, Cedric scraped out the semen that had gathered inside Lyndon’s hole and washed him clean. Having done it once before, his touch was now quite skillful.

Unlike Cedric, who chatted incessantly about how much he had enjoyed that forceful bout of sodomy, Lyndon remained slumped over with a look of total despair. 

He was too exhausted. He didn’t want to think about anything anymore. 

He only missed Hayley, who at least had the mercy to put his shoes on for him at the end.

It felt a bit strange that they could feel such completely different emotions despite having shared their bodies… but it didn’t really matter. 

There was no one here who would ever truly care about his feelings anyway.