LM Chapter 3.2

Lyndon tried to rise from his prone position. Just as he was about to blurt out any excuse to escape, Hayley suddenly thrust a finger into Lyndon’s rear. Pain and a strange sensation surged up immediately.

“Ugh, huh? Y-Your Grace! Why, why, again!”
“So, the cause of your abnormal sexual desires is the microorganisms filling you up. Therefore, just as I retrieved the teaspoon from your anus, I shall also remove those filthy microorganisms.”
“Hic, eh, yes?”

Just as his patience ran out and he was about to snap, “Is this bastard insane?”, Hayley’s long finger began urgently teasing Lyndon’s insides. It moved back and forth inside the walls, slimy and noisy, poking and prodding.

Even as Lyndon’s expression shifted into an awkward mix of bewilderment and pleasure, Hayley frantically and sensually moved his fingers, determined to prove his bizarre hypothesis.

Immediately, a strange moan filled with air escaped Lyndon’s lips, and eventually, a deep smile spread across Hayley’s lower jaw. He felt immensely satisfied that Lyndon was experiencing pleasure from his touch.

“Ha, haaah!”

Embarrassed by his own moan, Lyndon covered his mouth.

The Hayley Whittaker of the moment was a little strange. He was overflowing with consideration.

Of course, compared to other nobles he knew, Hayley Whittaker was quite a thoughtful person. He was a high-ranking noble with a flamboyant face and sharp-looking features, but surprisingly, he was a straightforward and sensible man.

Compared to ordinary commoners, that is. He could be considered a man with a slightly more selfish streak (though that was generally true of all nobles), but he wasn’t usually this understanding or considerate.

At first, he tried to crush Lyndon with his power, just like any other noble. He used the excuse of a butler interview to toy with Lyndon, and in the end, he even tried to force himself on him.

So what on earth was the reason for this change?

When Lyndon refused the sodomy, Hayley immediately respected Lyndon’s wishes.

Even afterward, he could have simply forced himself on him, but Hayley went to the trouble of staging a crime scene where he “caught” Lyndon stealing a teaspoon. He even made up the nonsense that the teaspoon had to be removed from Lyndon’s anus.

Did he perhaps think assaulting a servant of the same sex might somehow tarnish his own dignity?

But even so, Hayley’s subsequent actions differed from those of other nobles.

He could have simply forced himself on Lyndon by bringing up the stolen teaspoon incident. That would have been the simpler solution.

But Hayley began searching for a proper reason. Even as he desperately wanted to shove his cock into Lyndon’s asshole, even as he drooled pre-cum from the tip of his glans, even as his hard cock threatened to burst through his pants, he was frantically hunting for a proper reason.

A legitimate reason for him and Lyndon to have sex. (And if Lyndon gasped during some simple teasing, that would be absolutely perfect.)

Of course, if Lyndon were smarter and asked Hayley to fuck him, that would be the best possible scenario… but that clueless, dumb Lyndon would never make such a move.

Thus, Hayley had to come up with a pathetic, legitimate reason.

‘Why the hell am I doing this? Did I actually develop feelings for that bastard just because we hooked up a few times last night?’

Hayley didn’t understand himself either.

What the hell was that guy even thinking? Even if he wasn’t the type to particularly enjoy forced sex with someone… this was still going too far.

Anyway, Hayley decided to continue the relationship with Lyndon by citing a proper reason rather than forcing himself on him. So he was deliberately taking the hard way around an easy path.

“I’ll fix you! I’ll wipe out every last one of those nasty microorganisms burrowing deep inside your asshole, you hear me!”
“Yes, h-huh, h-huh! Wh-what? Wh-what on earth… h-huh! I-I don’t, I-I don’t have any such… h-huh! I-I don’t have any such… h-huh… perverted desires!”

Lyndon barely managed to defend himself. But Hayley had been waiting for those words.

“Oh? Not an abnormal sexual desire? Fine. Then how about a bet, Lyndon? If you’re a normal man, you wouldn’t do something vulgar like ejaculating just because your anus is being penetrated! I’ll bet you’ll come!”

“Sniff, uh… Hiiik! … Wha?!”

A bet? Hayley was spouting more of her bizarre nonsense. Yet, surprisingly, this utter nonsense struck a nerve with Lyndon.

And no wonder. Lyndon, addicted to gambling, was the type who couldn’t resist the thrill of betting on something, whether it was a wager or a game of chance, even when the odds were slim. And Hayley, who had already thoroughly investigated Lyndon’s past, was well aware of that fact too.

Squish, squish, squish, squish!

Hayley’s fingers began moving with increasing flair. Inside Lyndon’s hole, the wet squishing sounds echoed incessantly.

This was because Hayley had meticulously scraped away every trace of the semen he had ejaculated at dawn and carefully reapplied the lubricant.

Lyndon only groaned, drool dripping from his mouth. Hayley had expected him to accept the wager quickly. Surprisingly, no clear response came, making Hayley a little anxious. So, unlike before, he slowed his finger movements, stimulating Lyndon once more.

“Unless you’re a pervert due to faulty gut bacteria, prove it. Hold back your ejaculation! A normal man wouldn’t cum just from his ass being poked around.”

Was it because the slower finger movements reduced the stimulation? Or had Hayley touched a nerve with Lyndon’s petty competitive streak?

For some reason, Lyndon began to feel an optimistic thought take root – that maybe, just maybe, he could win. And then, Hayley delivered the final line that sealed Lyndon’s choice.

“If you win, I’ll give you £100.”
“1,100… £100!?”

Lyndon stared at Hayley, his eyes wide.

“Alright. But if you do end up in that situation, you’ll have to cleanly admit you’re a pervert and get treatment from me. How about it? Whatever happens, I don’t see it doing you any harm.”
“…”

Lyndon’s eyes began to spin wildly once more. One hundred pounds was half a year’s salary for an ordinary commoner, and it was enough to play baccarat five thousand times, no, ten thousand times over. Blinded by gambling and wagers, Lyndon hastily blurted out his agreement. “Alright, fine, ugh! If I win, you’ll definitely give me the prize money… ugh! You’ll give it to me!”

Hearing this, Hayley immediately flipped Lyndon over, positioning him face up, and spread his legs apart.

Linden’s legs spread obscenely toward the ceiling adorned with a gaudy chandelier. The glistening light from the chandelier made his perineum and cock shine. Lyndon felt awkward and humiliated by his own smooth, hairless skin down there.

“… Ah!”

The shiny appearance felt unfamiliar. Usually, those grotesque pubic hairs had warmly kept his groin cozy in that spot…

As Lyndon tried to close his legs, feeling awkward, embarrassed, and cold all at once, Hayley smacked his butt and shouted loudly. True to his former military academy training, he braced his stomach and bellowed forward, making the room echo with a booming, chaotic roar. “Lyndon! Are you a pervert!?”

“Huh? Eh?”
“You! Are you a pervert!? Answer me!”

“Ah, no!” Lyndon answered loudly without thinking. Hayley’s voice was so thunderous it nearly knocked the wits out of him.

“Then prove it! If you’re a man, don’t run away – spread your legs!”
“Huh? Eh, huh? Ah, yes!”

There was a slight stumble in the middle, but Lyndon finally spread his legs wide. Once again, his thigh bones jutted out sharply, and his partially erect cock, like an uncircumcised dick struggling to break free from its skin, sprang out.

Soon, Hayley’s hand began moving busily beneath the swaying, round balls. As if the slow teasing moments ago had been a lie, Hayley’s hand frantically probed the hole.

“Ugh, hu, huuk!”

Lyndon gasped for breath, trying to hold back the pleasure, but it was futile. Hayley’s touch, having perfectly understood the structure of a man’s anus in just one day, was thick and sticky. Haley was confident he’d make Lyndon cum even with his eyes closed.

“Huh, hhuh!”

Hayley’s firm, long fingertips spread the slightly trembling walls of Lyndon’s rectum. Strangely, Hayley’s fingers slid smoothly and softly into Lyndon’s anus. Inside, they began rapid piston-like movements.

A warm heat rose deep within his anus. It felt like the walls of his rectum were melting away.

“Ugh, ahh! Gah, suddenly the touch…”

Hayley’s touch sometimes moved quickly, sometimes lingered at crucial moments, but persistently tormented Lyndon’s protruding prostate.

Lyndon’s anus gradually loosened and relaxed, becoming sticky and clinging between Hayley’s fingers. A strange yet organic, unique rhythm formed between the fingers and the inner walls.

Pleasure gradually, gradually, built up inside Lyndon’s anus. His composure was fading. His entire body became saturated with pleasure surging in like a wave. The vibration that started between his buttocks began spreading throughout his whole body.

“Ha, haa! Hwaaang!”

Finally, the foreskin enveloping Lyndon’s cock fell back, revealing the gleaming glans that bobbed eagerly. Hayley’s fingers relentlessly and roughly pounded Lyndon’s rear entrance. 

Feeling like he might cum any second, Lyndon tearfully begged Hayley, “D-Duke, hhuh! ! S-slowly, just a little slower!“

”Exactly. If you’re not some pervert, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

Hayley answered with a smirk. But he was also at his limit. Since earlier, his penis had been swollen inside his pants as if furious. Perhaps from too much blood rushing in, it felt painfully tight.

He wanted to shove his cock into Lyndon’s asshole right now. He wanted to thrust into that wet opening like last night, moving fast and frantic, like a beast with no restraint.

But not now.

Hayley bit down hard on his lower lip with his upper teeth.

“Huh, hhah! Ugh!” Meanwhile, Lyndon struggled to hold back his own climax. He was consumed by the thought that he couldn’t understand why he felt the urge to cum when it was just a finger moving inside his asshole. But even that didn’t last long. Because he felt like he was going to lose his mind from the pleasure.

And first of all, he wanted to touch his cock… his big, swollen cock… he was going crazy wanting to touch his own hard dick.

Lyndon unconsciously slid his finger between his legs. He immediately grabbed it and started to shake it. He wanted to stroke the smooth, slick shaft, completely shaved of hair. Just then, Hayley blocked Lyndon’s hand.

“Huh? Huh?”

Lyndon, drool dripping from one corner of his mouth, looked at Hayley with a puzzled expression, unable to understand why.

“Want to masturbate?”
“Ha, haat! Ugh!”

Thump, thump!

Asking that, the duke’s fingers moved faster and faster. They jabbed at the prostate repeatedly and spread the hole wide open without hesitation.

“I’m sorry, Lyndon…”
“Huh, ah! Hiiik!”

“If you ejaculate without having masturbated first, wouldn’t it be more certain? If you pull out after ejaculating, claiming it was because of masturbation, how could we know whether there are diseased intestinal microbes inside your anus or not?”
“Huh, hhuh!”

Lyndon couldn’t understand what Hayley was talking about at all.

What were intestinal microbes? What was diseased? Why couldn’t he grab his cock and jerk off? He was just so turned on right now, why were there so many restrictions? Lyndon couldn’t comprehend it.

“Th-then, hhuh… Um, what should I do, should I…?“
”Just endure it like a normal person would.“
”Huh, huh!”

A normal person? He’s normal too, right…? No, is he really normal? Maybe he’s actually the one with the abnormal sexual desires?

With such foolish thoughts, Lyndon, his face flushed, let transparent saliva drip down.

Gradually, his vision blurred and his pupils glazed over. Lyndon stared at the duke with his flushed face, unnecessarily clutching the bedsheet with all his might. 

Even then, the duke relentlessly teased Lyndon’s anus. He thrust, stretched, and applied pressure.

“Ha, haah! S-stop!”

It was unbearable to endure any longer. Just as it felt like semen would truly erupt from his urethra, Hayley’s fingers roughly squeezed and pinched Lyndon’s prostate.

“Huh, hwaaah!”

Linden’s entire body contracted involuntarily, his glans trembling violently. As if waiting for that moment, thick, white semen erupted violently from the tip of his glans.

The ejaculation was so powerful that semen splattered from the swollen tip of his glans, which was hard enough to press against his lower abdomen, all the way up to Lyndon’s face. It spurted out passionately and chaotically in all directions. Watching this, Hayley gave a twisted smile.

“Ha, haa, hk! Ugh!? “

Even while half-dazed from the sensation of ejaculation, Lyndon felt slightly flustered. Why on earth was he feeling such intense pleasure from having his anus probed? He couldn’t understand it at all. Honestly, it felt like the pleasure was about twice, no, three times stronger than during proper sexual intercourse.

And he hadn’t even touched his cock at all.

Lyndon trembled, his thighs quivering as he clung to the faint pleasure still lingering throughout his body. The duke’s finger was still inside Lyndon’s moist hole. As if Lyndon were instinctively begging for more, he twitched and squeezed the duke’s finger. The hole contracted, and pleasure crept back up again.

“Huh, hmm…”

Naturally, a nicely sized, uncircumcised cock twitched, twitched, trembling sadly and crying out. It was merely a cock that had finished ejaculating, leaking the remaining semen, yet it looked strangely pitiful.

“Huhk… Huhk…”

And tears streamed down the corners of Lyndon’s eyes. Transparent tears and pure white semen met near his cheeks and began to blend together. He had no idea why he was crying, but if he had to guess… Embarrassed and…

‘Fuck… Am I really a pervert? Is there some kind of germ in my ass?’

He wept, lost in such foolish thoughts.

Hayley pulled a handkerchief from the inside pocket of his jacket and wiped Lyndon’s face. The damp liquids were wiped clean in one go.

“See that, Lyndon Mowgan? Now you’ll admit you’re a pervert, won’t you? What man in his right mind would cum while having his ass toyed with?”

The fact that he had to concede to the duke’s bullshit was horribly distasteful. If people called him trash, a womanizer, or a gambler, Lyndon could humbly accept it.

But a pervert? Deriving pleasure from his anus? And worse, that there were diseased intestinal microbes inside it!

It truly felt like something terrible had happened to him. He grew so worried he felt like he might die right then and there.

For all these reasons, the tears wouldn’t stop streaming from Lyndon’s eyes. He sniffled pitifully.

His face flushed bright red, drenched in tears, and his sobbing was heartbreaking. Seeing that clear, composed face crying like that made Hayley’s heart pound wildly. It was as if he was going mad, intoxicated by dopamine.

“Ah, no… Sniff, I, I don’t know why I’m like this either… Just… Just, if Your Grace doesn’t touch inside my anus…”

Then, as if something truly terrible had happened, Hayley made a fierce expression and blurted out dramatically.

“Oh! Lyndon! I don’t enjoy poking around in some stranger’s anus either! In fact, it feels quite disgusting! Yet I do it because I have a duty.”

Hayley was now fully utilizing the speech skills he had learned from his tutor since childhood – the kind that captivated the hearts of the people.

His handsome face looked sincere, his pronunciation was clear, and his voice rang out with not a single gram of falsehood. His speech was a bit more staccato than usual… but still, today it sounded quite convincing.

And so, Lyndon began to fall for it again.

“… Wh-what duty?”
“The very duty of keeping this dukedom peaceful.”
“…”
“I am the lord of this place. Everyone here is my family. I have a duty to protect their safety. That means catching thieves, and if someone is sick, I must heal them.”

Lyndon’s face flushed at the duke’s unexpected words. Perhaps… perhaps everything His Grace had done until now was truly for this dukedom, for himself.

Even when he had probed his anus and made him defecate, it was solely to check for any illness.

And when he had rummaged through his anus to find the teaspoon, it was probably for the same reason.

Yet Lyndon had crudely felt pleasure during the process and even ejaculated. Foolishly. Unaware of His Grace’s benevolence in trying to cure his abnormal sexual desires and find the teaspoons…

In the end, the stupid and naive Lyndon was deceived and fell into the duke’s hands.

“Ah…”
“And so, I wish to cure even those with abnormal sexual desires. For I have accepted you as one of my own.”
“…”

The duke looked at Lyndon with a serious expression and extended his hand. “Well then, Lyndon. Are you willing to cooperate with me in curing your abnormal sexual desires?”

“Th-that, but Your Grace. I, um, how do you plan to cure it, my lord…”
“…”

Hayley withdrew the hand he had extended to Lyndon and folded his arms behind his back. Then he walked to the window and gazed out at the garden beyond the balcony.

His back view was quite impressive. In truth, he had turned away to suppress the chuckles bubbling up and escaping…

“Truthfully, I was half-doubtful about yesterday’s affair myself. It was a great challenge for me too.”
“…”
“But, in the end, what happened? Didn’t I successfully retrieve the teaspoons from your anus?”
“Ah…”

“I shall scrape off those wretched microorganisms clinging to the inner wall of your rectum using the exact same method.”
“Th-Your Grace will do it… personally?”

“It’s awkward for me to say this myself, but I’m quite a capable master, Lyndon. I’m not the kind of irresponsible person who dumps unnecessary work on other servants. And you’re already famous within the mansion as a gonorrhea patient. Who would volunteer to stick their penis inside your anus to scrape out microorganisms?”

“Ah.”
“Above all, your lie yesterday in the hall about having gonorrhea hit pretty hard. Why did you tell such a lie?”

Lyndon recalled the words he had blurted out yesterday.

“Ah… I, I… I… my groin was itching a bit… it’s… gonorrhea…”

It was a lie to cover up the theft. He didn’t expect it to snowball into such a huge mess.

“I’m the only one who can help you. Isn’t that right? Don’t worry. Just endure it for about half a year, and you’ll be cured.”
“…Th-that… How, how will I know I’m all better?“

”It’s simple. If I put my finger, or my penis, or anything else into your anus and you show no reaction, that means you’re completely cured.“
”…”

‘Is that even possible? Could I ever accept a finger entering my anus without getting a boner, without feeling anything?’

Lyndon’s face darkened. Then, the thought that immediately filled his mind was that he had to go to his room, 103, and masturbate.

He really intended to masturbate whenever he got the chance. Whether in the bathroom, his own room, or a secluded spot in the garden. Until no more semen could come out.

If you rub it until the shaft is raw, no matter how much His Grace probes inside the anus, the cock won’t respond.

Lyndon felt reassured as he devised this simple plan. He was certain it would succeed.

“Th-then, Your… Your Grace, the treatment… I… I beg you… Thank… Thank you.”

Lyndon bowed his head and thanked the duke. The duke smiled gently and gave Lyndon’s shoulder a light tap.

“Don’t worry.”

Saying that, Hayley tugged on the rope. Soon, the butler burst in. Feeling embarrassed, Lyndon pulled the blanket up to cover her naked body. Where were the replacement clothes…

“Yes. Bring those.”
“Yes! Understood, Your Grace!”

The butler, having received his orders, left the bedroom. Lyndon called out to the duke, voicing what he wanted to say.

“Um… Your… Your Grace. Then I’ll go back to my room first… Perhaps my clothes…”
“Ah, Lyndon. Wait just a moment. I asked them to bring items needed for treatment.”
“T-Treatment? Necessary items?”

“Yes. I requested they bring things that would help the treatment more efficiently.”
“Ah, yes…”

‘What could that be?’

As Lyndon tried to guess, a knock sounded again and the butler entered.

He then handed a box to the duke. It was a box that seemed a bit heavy to carry with one hand, but just right for two.

“Good. You’ve done well. You may go.”
“Yes.”

The butler departed once more, and the duke called to Lyndon, “Now, Lyndon. Come here.”

“Ah… Yes…”

Suppressing a sense of foreboding, Lyndon slowly rose on trembling legs and approached the duke. He was seated on a single-person sofa in one corner of the bedroom.

The box received from the butler lay on the table. The duke’s hand slowly reached toward the box on the table. Lyndon’s steps also gradually drew closer to the duke.

Thus, when Lyndon reached the duke, the box finally swung wide open.

Inside was some utterly bizarre object whose nature was impossible to discern.

It seemed to be made of iron… sort of round in shape. But it was wide open on all sides… and in the middle, a long, elephant-trunk-like thing jutted out.

“Wh-what is this?”
“What else? It’s a chastity belt for men, Lyndon.”
“… A, a chastity belt?”

Once again, Lyndon’s face turned deathly pale. He stood there flustered, mouth agape, unable to speak, when the duke grabbed Lyndon and began slipping the chastity belt between his legs.

“No, no! Y-Your Grace! I, I can’t wear something like this!”
“Be still! Don’t you want to cure your illness? “

Just when he thought it was the gut microbes causing the problem, now he was treating him like a patient.

“I, I don’t have any… illness…”

“You agreed to cure your illness with me. Right? To do that, you must avoid unnecessary stimulation. Now, wear this. You might just masturbate on your own, you know.”
“Ah, no! Your Grace! I absolutely would never do such a thing…”

Though he’d planned to do it the moment he returned to his room, Lyndon shamelessly lied.

“Who knows? Humans are weak to their desires by nature. Even if you say you won’t now, who’s to say you won’t change your mind once night falls?”
“Ah, no, absolutely not. Ah, I won’t…”

Before he could finish muttering, the chastity device clicked shut. Lyndon’s cock was secured within an elephant-trunk-like metal piece, and from his perineum, through his groin, all the way to behind his anus, he was encased in a round, iron-like object.

“Y-Your… Your Grace… How… How am I supposed to pee like this? And… and poop…”
“When the urge becomes too strong, come to me.”
“… What?”
“I’ll let you use my chamber pot. Do your business here.”

“…”

Lyndon’s face involuntarily scrunched up. Again, again. Again! To have to pee and poop in front of the duke!

“No, there’s no need to…”
“Lyndon. How many times must I say this? I care deeply for the people of my household. Though you’ve only been here a short while, you are an important member to me. If you were to fall gravely ill…”

Once again, the duke looked at Lyndon pitifully and began his falsehoods. But it was an interminably long, tedious repetition of the same explanation, and Lyndon’s mind grew increasingly hazy.

Unable to interrupt the duke’s words, Lyndon endured, finally opening his mouth after listening to that nonsense for about thirty minutes. It felt like blood was flowing from his eardrums.

“Ah, ah, I understand! I’ll come to Your Grace’s chambers whenever it’s urgent!”

He shouted, his face flushed crimson. Only then did Hayley, finally satisfied, chuckle.

“During the day, come to my office instead of here. Understood?”