LM Chapter 2.2

Minutes passed that felt like hours to Lyndon. He was moved, naked and treated like a piece of luggage, to the duke’s bedroom. There, a portable toilet had been set up – whoever had prepared it, he didn’t know.

As Lyndon hurriedly sat on the toilet with its large hole below, the butler placed a transparent glass container underneath him.

“…”

While he bit his lower lip incessantly, his mind in turmoil, Hayley began securing Lyndon’s arms to the chair’s restraints.

“Wh-what, wha-what are you doing… Ugh.”
“Since I granted that servant the privilege of using a chamber pot in the duke’s bedroom, shouldn’t you also grant me some pleasure?”

Saying this, the duke slipped on a pair of thin rubber gloves.

“Huh? Huh, hmph… I, I can’t hold it anymore, just let me go…”

Perhaps because he’d already defecated once before the duke, Lyndon felt no shame and immediately tried to shit himself.

The duke poured scented oil onto his gloved hand and applied it meticulously, as if applying hand cream. Then, like a surgeon performing an operation, he raised his arm majestically toward the ceiling before approaching Lyndon.

“From this moment, I shall soothe your poor little penis.”
“…Huh?”

Pfft! 

A sound of gas escaping echoed. Simultaneously, enema fluid trickled out from his anus.

“Oh ho! I must have a little amusement too, mustn’t I!”
“…”
“It’s a contest between defecation and ejaculation.”

Lyndon stared at the duke with a twisted expression, utterly baffled.

“Wh-what do you mean exactly…. “

”I mean…” Saying that, the duke’s hand reached for Lyndon’s cock. With a hand slick with sticky oil, he kneaded Lyndon’s shrunken, cocoon-like cock as he muttered. “Oh my. You weren’t circumcised? I’ve never seen a commoner’s penis before, so I didn’t know…”

But such words from Hayley didn’t reach Lyndon’s ears. He was simply annoyed by the unfamiliar touch.

“Huh, ugh!”

Hayley’s touch was truly repulsive, not arousing in the slightest. It even felt a bit dirty. The touch of another man…

Yet purely for physiological reasons, Lyndon’s cock gradually began to swell.

It was absolutely not due to excitement or pleasure, but truly and solely for physiological reasons. It was because someone was recklessly touching his pleasure points.

And no wonder – Lyndon was a young man of only twenty-three, full of vigor. His last ejaculation had been roughly ten days prior, the day before stealing Anna’s mother’s heirlooms.

So, it was inevitable that his cock, once as sluggish as a caterpillar, would gradually swell under another’s touch.

“Yes! Good boy! Go ahead and get hard for me. That’s right!”

Finally, in response to Hayley’s vigorous command, Lyndon’s cock stood up stiffly, pointing straight up at the ceiling.

“Very good…! I’ll keep touching your cock like this. So, let’s bet on whether you’ll cum first or take a shit first.”
“Ugh… Huh, huh! Wha?!”

His voice cracked in panic as he answered, yet even then, the duke’s hands moved with vulgar urgency.

The motion was painfully explicit. Being a fellow male, it seemed this bastard Hayley had jerked off like a maniac too. His hands, stroking another man’s cock and kneading his balls, were those of a pro athlete. It was incomparable to when Anna touched him.

Lyndon gasped, his breath hitching at the unfamiliar, intense pleasure he’d never felt before.

“Ha, haah! Ugh!”
“Well now, both your front and back holes seem to be in a hurry… Hmm…. Good! I’ll bet on defecation. What about you?“
”Huh, hahaha! Hic… Eh, yes?“

”It’s your body, so you should find it easier to control. If you win, I’ll forgive you for hiding that teaspoon between your dirty pubic hairs.“
”Ugh, hu, ha! Huh…”

His hands moved so intensely it brought tears to his eyes. It was so stimulating he almost forgot the pain in his stomach.

The duke’s hand, which had been rubbing the shaft, now flicked his thumb and frantically scratched the glans. Lyndon felt like he might cum right then and there.

“Huh, huh…”

So, to summarize the duke’s words: if he came first, he would forgive the theft of one teaspoon. If he defecated first, he would not forgive it.

Then, he just had to hold back the bowel movement and cum first. That was easy. He felt like he could come right now.

Lyndon nodded quickly, “Alright, fine! No changing your mind!”

Hayley laughed and pulled his hand away from Lyndon’s cock. The glistening shaft, drenched in oil, lost his grip and stilled. The urge to come right then and there faded.

“… Why, why did you stop…”
”Because I thought you were going to cum.”

“…”

Lyndon stared at Hayley with a devastated expression. As soon as Hayley’s concentrated touch left him, the pain in his stomach returned immediately. Barely suppressing the rising urge to defecate, he continued, feeling wronged.

“But… but… how am I supposed to… ugh… cum…?”

Having barely averted a major crisis, Lyndon looked at Hayley in utter despair. Then, Hayley smiled brightly, as if delighted.

He had thought him gorgeous from the first moment they met… but seeing that smile made it occur to Lyndon, almost without thinking, that none of his countless former lovers could compare to this beauty.

Soon, the duke’s red, plump lips parted in a smile.

“Then go ahead and jerk off in the air.”
“…”

He should have gotten angry by now, telling him to stop.

Was it because he was unexpectedly gentle (setting aside his lack of guilt), or was it the immense difference in status that left him speechless?

Or was his mind clouded by the sensation of defecation and excitement? Hayley couldn’t tell.

Lyndon, speechless, soon closed his eyes tightly and began thrusting his hips, his cock slicing through the air.

“Huff, huff!”

Sitting awkwardly with his hips thrust out, thrusting into thin air, was surprisingly exhausting work.

But despite moving so strenuously, he felt nothing. All that pointless motion just made his stomach hurt worse. His face immediately scrunched up in frustration.

“Huh, huh…”

And seeing that foolish sight, Hayley burst out laughing loudly.

“Ha! You! How can you be so naive! Are you really twenty-three? You act like you’re thirteen!”
“…”

Lyndon shot Hayley a fierce glare. But as if finding that look adorable, Hayley chuckled and whispered.

“Why don’t you just ask me to touch you? Huh? Try begging cutely.”
“…”

Lyndon was slightly flustered. Well, flustered was an understatement. Ever since stepping foot in this duke’s estate, he’d been constantly sought out…

But he’d only ever taken pleasure from women. Now he had to take pleasure from a man? Beg a man?

Having never done such a thing before, Lyndon made the request awkwardly and bluntly. “Th-that… P-please touch me.”

“Ugh, what a tone that makes me not even want to touch you with my fingertips.”
“Huh?”

What the hell was he supposed to do…

Then, suddenly, another major crisis struck.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Feeling like he was going to shit himself any second, he bit his lip, clenched his anus tight, and begged again. “Huh, huh… P-please, Your Grace… P-please, touch my c-cock… Ha, haaak…”

Tears welled up again. The pain in his stomach felt like it would drive him mad.

Only then did Hayley approach Lyndon, his red lips glistening as he moistened them with his crimson tongue.

“Alright… Now I finally feel like touching it.” Saying that, he seized Lyndon’s uncircumcised cock and began stroking it rapidly up and down. The foreskin began sliding back and forth over the tip of the glans. With his other hand, he tickled and scratched Lyndon’s urethral opening.

“Ha, hwaak! Huh!”

His stomach hurt, and it felt agonizing, like his intestines were twisting. Yet amidst that, his cock felt insane pleasure, making it excruciating. This feeling was new to him.

Pain and pleasure, agony and ecstasy, suffering and rapture.

Seeing Lyndon’s body writhing and twisting in such conflicting sensations, Hayley, unable to contain his amplified lust, licked Lyndon’s nipple with his tongue.

He didn’t taste anything special. Just the faint, salty taste of bare skin. Yet, for some reason, it seemed to carry a simple, clean, and soft flavor.

He must have done it right.

Meanwhile, Lyndon let out an even louder moan as Hayley’s lukewarm, damp tongue touched his hot, flushed chest. Strangely, having his nipple licked made his back passage feel ticklish.

Was it because he felt like he might shit himself any second…

“Ugh! Huh!”

Hayley greedily devoured Lyndon’s nipple. His front teeth scraped the soft tip, his tongue lapped at the mound of flesh. Lyndon gasped and groaned until his voice cracked, then finally cried out.

“Ha, ugh! Your Grace, I’m, I’m cumming, ah!”

Hayley pulled away from the nipple and looked toward Lyndon’s anus.

Just as the glans opened and semen was about to emerge, the sphincter split apart first, releasing the enema fluid. A moment later, semen spurted up, splattering droplets onto Hayley’s cheek.

“Ha, haa… Huh, ugh…! Ha…”

Lyndon closed his eyes, savoring the bizarre sensation of ejaculating and defecating simultaneously. The problem was that it was unexpectedly ecstatic.

This much pleasure just from shitting…

‘What if I get used to this…’

“… Ha, haa… “

He gasped for breath in rapid succession. Then, his expression sinking back into despair, he looked up at Hayley. As if he’d been waiting for this moment, he sealed his victory.

“That was quick, wasn’t it?” Saying this, Hayley wiped Lyndon’s semen from his own cheek.

“It, it… it was simultaneous… “
“Don’t even think about lying. Lying to a duke gets your tongue cut out. You don’t want to be unable to speak starting tomorrow, do you?”

“…”

Unlike the frightened Lyndon, Hayley calmly rose from his seat and pulled the bell cord beside the bed. Soon, another assistant butler entered and picked up the glass jar placed under the chair Lyndon sat on, checking its contents.

Having someone else inspect his own excrement… He wanted to die from the shame.

Just how much humiliation must he endure since entering this duke’s household…

His mouth felt bitter, as if bile had risen, when the butler looked at the duke and said, “Your Grace! The teaspoon is nowhere to be seen!”

Immediately, Lyndon flushed and looked at Hayley. He was insisting, his expression defiant, that he hadn’t stolen it. But Hayley smiled slyly as he met Lyndon’s gaze. For some reason, that smile felt chilling.

“Ah, it hasn’t come out yet, I see.”
“Wh-what are you talking about! I, I really only stole one teaspoon… Ugh!”

Just then, the duke picked up Lyndon’s body like a sack of potatoes, flung open the inner door of the bedroom, and entered the bathroom.

“D-Your Grace! Wh-where are you going! I, I really… Gah!”

The duke immediately shoved Lyndon forcefully into the bathtub, already filled to the brim with water. 

Splash! 

Water sprayed up loudly, and Lyndon suddenly plunged into the tub, water flooding into his nose and ears.

“Huh, huff! Puff!”

“Right, Lyndon. But I absolutely must find those four teaspoons today.”
“… Huh?”
“And unfortunately, I can’t believe you. Haven’t you already lied to me once?”

He claimed he hadn’t stolen it, but then he remembered the teaspoon that had fallen from between his pubic hairs.

“Ah…”
“Don’t worry. Once we clear you of suspicion, we’ll send you right back to Room 103.”
“…”

Lyndon was truly innocent. He had only stolen one teaspoon. So he answered Hayley boldly, “Alright. I really only stole one teaspoon…. I also want to clear myself of the charges for the other four….”

Whether he stole one or five, it didn’t change the fact he was a thief, yet Linden stubbornly fixated on the number as he answered.

“Alright. Then you must be confident you can do anything I ask.”

Lyndon’s face turned slightly pale as he wretchedly muttered, “As long as it’s not shitting.”

Hayley smiled lightly, pointing to the headrest of the bathtub. “First, sit there and lean your head against the wall.”

“…”

Lyndon sat awkwardly on the flat headrest, leaning his back against the bathroom wall. Hayley fetched something from a drawer in the corner of the bathroom and approached. Then, fully clothed, he stepped into the water-filled tub, facing Lyndon and issuing a command.

“Now lift both legs up and spread them wide.”
“… Huh?”
“Is asking questions your specialty?”

“…”

‘Legs… Why on earth does he want me to spread them again?’

But Lyndon obediently followed Hayley’s instructions. After all, he’d already shat himself; spreading his legs was nothing.

He placed both legs on the headrest and spread them boldly. The glossy, snow-white fur, the small, flaccid cock, the perineum below it, and the clean, reddish-brown anus. Everything was laid bare, without exception.

Lyndon felt a flicker of shame again. His white face flushed once more.

Watching this, Hayley wore a satisfied expression. He took a damp brush and placed it on the white soap in his palm, then began rubbing it in circular motions.

Fine bubbles formed, and rich white foam rose abundantly between the brush’s delicate bristles. It had the texture of fluffy cream.

He brought that cold, fluffy cream toward Lyndon’s exposed perineum. Soon, the pure white foam was generously poured between his cock and pubic hair.

“Ugh, wha, what…”

Lyndon flinched and shuddered at the sudden cold, ticklish sensation. Not long after ejaculating, blood began rushing back to his genitals.

”Huh, ha. Your Grace… It, it tickles…“
”Stay still. You’ll get hurt.”
“Eh, y-yes!?”

His slightly narrowed eyes widened again as he looked down. The duke had already tossed the soap and brush far away.

Holding a small, sharp razor, he sat awkwardly with his face pressed close to Lyndon’s perineum.

“Wh-wh-what!? Wh-what are you trying to do!?” Lyndon trembled violently as he spoke.

But he couldn’t help it. With a knife held right in front of his vital spot, how many people wouldn’t be scared?

“Stay still. Or I’ll cut off your penis.”
“Yes, yes!? Heh, heh!”

Lyndon’s cock, which had grown slightly larger, shrank back dejectedly, hiding itself inside the foreskin. Goosebumps rose all over his body, forming a rough, bumpy layer.

“Your Grace! Eek! I-I’m sorry!” Lyndon hastily closed the legs he’d spread so crudely and tried to rise from the bathroom floor.

“Calm down, Lyndon. I’m holding a blade right now. Don’t you understand how dangerous this is?”
“Huh, huff! I, I committed a capital offense…”

But Lyndon was beside himself. Originally, Lyndon was a coward among cowards, someone who had never even properly picked a fight with a boy his own age.

For someone like Lyndon, just seeing the duke brandishing a small razor blade was enough to terrify him.

It was threatening enough to make him display his servility without any pretense, just like now.

“P-please forgive me, my… my lord… ugh.” Finally, Lyndon knelt in the water-filled bathtub and begged for forgiveness.

“Damn it…”

The duke wedged the sharp razor between his fingers and nervously swept the hair dripping onto his palm back with his hand.

All that hard work lathering up, and now it’s all washed away. All because of that cowardly fool Lyndon’s stupid actions.

The duke muttered curses under his breath, roughly stripping off the pristine white shirt he wore. Then, he began slashing at the fabric with the razor, tearing it into long strips.

The shirt transformed from garment to rope. Into something long enough to bind something.

“Why, why… why suddenly…”
“Stay still. Unless you want your ass torn to shreds.”

The duke forcibly pulled Lyndon to his feet, Lyndon staring back with a blank expression. He then sat Lyndon on the bathtub head and began gathering his arms together to bind them.

“Huh, ugh! Wha, no, I didn’t…”
“Listen, Lyndon. Don’t make me repeat myself. I’m a man who hates wasting time.”
“… Oh.”
“Listen carefully. If you behave nicely, nothing bad will happen to you. I’m not trying to kill you. Besides, how could I kill you with this tiny blade? You’re a man, after all.”

“…”

If he sliced his carotid artery with that sharp blade, he’d die instantly. How could he utter such reckless words?

But Lyndon had no choice but to obey the duke. After all, the duke was his master, and Lyndon was his assistant butler. An assistant butler who had been caught trying to steal a silver teaspoon, no less.