LM Chapter 5.2

That night. Lyndon stood before the duke’s bedroom with a nervous heart. He always trembled, but tonight it felt especially intense.

‘Alex shouldn’t have made me do this…’

Standing there with a dark expression, lost in such thoughts, the door opened. Soon, the duke appeared, his hair as disheveled as usual, wearing a robe that left his chest wide open, smiling as he greeted Lyndon.

“Lyndon, you’ve come.”

A smile spread across the duke’s face. But, how to describe it… perhaps it was only a smile at the corners of his mouth. Or maybe his eyes seemed even colder and harder than usual. It was the same chilling smile he’d always seen.

‘This… this is supposed to be the face of someone who loves me…’

With that thought, Lyndon pushed his feet into the bedroom. Standing naked before the chamber pot (now always pre-assembled), the duke released his chastity belt. With a loud thud, it fell to the floor beneath Lyndon’s feet.

The heavy, restrictive device he’d worn all day was gone, leaving him feeling refreshed. He scratched the stinging white hair growing near his cock with his hand and sat on the chamber pot. Then, as if waiting for this moment, his stomach began to ache.

“Huh…”

Also, as if waiting for this moment, his cock began to harden.

Hayley watched this scene with satisfaction. Who knew watching someone else defecate could be this entertaining? He never would have dreamed it.

Once Lyndon finished defecating, Hayley dragged him to the shower room. Then, still playing with his erect cock as if tapping it with his fingers, he spewed out lewd remarks.

“Oh, Lyndon, Lyndon…. Look at your penis. Look at this lewd thing, always getting hard just from defecating and urinating. What on earth are you thinking about that makes your penis twitch and stand up so readily even in this situation….”

“…”

Even though he’d developed all this himself, Hayley gaslit him, making it seem like it was Lyndon’s fault.

Hayley gripped Lyndon’s smooth, uncircumcised cock as it rose up, moving it up and down while continuing to spew beguiling words.

“Well, the problem is probably the diseased gut microbes lining your rectum… But in my opinion, there’s also a problem with you, the host. You never even try to hold back, just getting hard like this every time. Oh dear. Try to restrain your lust, even if it’s hard. With such little patience, just a touch and you… “

”… Y-yes… I, I… I, I like this, this… this thing.”

For a moment, Hayley’s hands froze. He slowly turned his head to look at Lyndon’s expression.

Lyndon’s face was flushed as usual, wearing an embarrassed look, with tears pooling heavily at the corners of his eyes.

But normally, with that flushed face, he’d always say things like ‘I don’t like it’ or ‘Your Grace, please stop’. Or if not that, he’d just let out a groan like ‘Haah! Huh!’

To say he liked it, to actually say something like that.

‘Really?’

Ah, no, he knew full well Lyndon liked it, but this guy had absolutely refused to acknowledge his own feelings. Suddenly?

“What do you mean, Lyndon? Explain yourself properly.”
“…”

Hayley paused his touch and demanded an answer from Lyndon. But Lyndon clamped his mouth shut like a clam, saying nothing. It was frustrating.

So Hayley forcibly pushed Lyndon’s delicate foreskin back with his palm and demanded again. As he did, he fiercely scraped the tip of the glans with his fingernail. Usually, his touch was gradual, but today he couldn’t be. It was somewhat abrupt and intense.

“I said tell me what you mean!”

The duke’s voice sounded slightly angry for some reason. Uncharacteristically, he demanded an answer from Lyndon in a harsher tone than usual, almost shouting. Lyndon flinched, terrified. At the same time, he recalled what Alex had said earlier that day.

‘So, Lyndon. When you’re with Your Grace, make sure to express how good it feels. You’re probably stiff as a board, saying things like ‘I don’t like it’ or ‘Stop it’. Don’t do that! Say things like ‘It feels so good’, ‘Do it more’, ‘Oh! Your Grace, my love! You’re driving me crazy.’ Say those things! As dirty as possible!’

“…”

So he said he liked it.

The duke’s expression was unsettling. Had he done something wrong? He was regretting it when the duke’s hands moved faster. He grabbed his cock and pistoned it roughly, as if he wanted to break it. The urethral opening, pulsing as the foreskin retracted, was exposed without pause. And so, lust surged once more. 

A vast sexual desire consumed Lyndon.

In that state, Hayley demanded an answer, “Come on! Answer me!”

“Huh, hmph! Th-that is! Ha! Y-yes, it feels good! I, I like it when Your Grace grabs my cock and shakes it, hmmph!“ He shouted, his eyes tightly shut. 

And before he could even finish that sentence, his semen spurted out. The thin, watery substance he squeezed out daily soaked Hayley’s fingertips and forearm.

”…”

Hayley began washing Lyndon without a word. The anus that had just finished defecating, the uncircumcised cock that he had made cum. Faster than usual, yet washed gently.

“Y-Your Grace! I, I can do it myself…”

Even Hayley found himself utterly ridiculous. A duke personally washing his butler. He’s not an idiot.

But what could he do? He’d held him, offering the ridiculous excuse that he’d hidden a teaspoon inside his rectum. Then he’d taken Lyndon into his arms again, making the foolish claim he was extracting intestinal microbes.

Only today, after Lyndon finally said with his own mouth that he loved this act to death, did Hayley realize.

That all this time, he had been doing these pathetic things just to hear Lyndon say those words. That he had been groping Lyndon so disgustingly, not because he wanted to be like ordinary lovers who didn’t need to bring up teaspoons or gut bacteria as excuses, but because he wanted to be with Lyndon in a way that was just natural, just having sex.

Only now did he realize it.

Hayley led the freshly washed Lyndon into the bedroom. Laying him on the bed, he spread his legs and asked again, “So, Lyndon. You like it, right? This act with me.”

“Hmph… Yes, yes…”

Hayley then lifted one corner of his mouth in a smile and shook his head lightly.

Lyndon had expected another lecture about being a pervert or some nonsense about gut bacteria. But that was all he did.

Delicately, he picked up the oil from the shelf and lightly applied it to the head of his cock.

Then he smeared the rest generously onto his own fingers and began pushing them into Lyndon’s hole.

“Hah, yeah. It feels good…”

His fingers pushed deeper and deeper. Then, thud! They struck Lyndon’s plump, swollen prostate, and Hayley smiled again, looking satisfied.

“Huh, hmmph!”

Lyndon, his prostate pressed, exhaled noisily. Tears threatened to spill again, and his dead cock stirred, stirring to life, trying to grow.

“Why, Lyndon. Do you like this too? Huh?” “Why, Lyndon. Do you like this too? Huh?”

Since they were fucking every day anyway, there was no real need to stretch the hole. Yet the duke widened the anus as usual, as if this process were some rite of passage to sex, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Truthfully, for the rigidly principled Hayley, the process of sex was like an unwritten law that must be strictly followed.

Emptying the bowels, cleansing the anus, showering, then applying lubricant to his fingers to spread and widen the hole. Next, thrusting his cock into that wet, sticky hole, rocking his hips and buttocks to pound Lyndon’s prostate.

In between, licking Lyndon’s swollen nipples, biting his Adam’s apple with his front teeth. If Lyndon’s reaction was particularly good (which it usually was, unless he passed out), he’d use his free hand to cup Lyndon’s cock or scratch the tip of his glans.

In truth, for someone showing such excessive obsession with Lyndon, the Duke’s sex was remarkably monotonous. Considering he engaged in harsh acts like locking him in a chastity belt and inspecting his feces and urine, he was actually quite a sensible and sincere man.

Their sex positions were mostly just the missionary position, with Lyndon lying down and his legs spread. (Yet Lyndon had felt profound shame in that position throughout the entire three months.) Or, very occasionally when he was intensely aroused, he’d have Lyndon lie face-down, lift only his hips, and take him from behind. But Hayley wasn’t particularly fond of doggy style.

While the sensation was slightly better than missionary, it sometimes felt like animals mating. Plus, above all, not being able to see Lyndon’s blue eyes bothered Hayley.

He was already impossible to read – whether he actually enjoyed having sex with Hayley or not. His body clearly responded, yet his mouth kept saying he hated it and wanted him to stop. Hayley had to make love while watching his eyes or reading his expressions.

Honestly, it was a bit frustrating. He didn’t think he was the type to be treated like that, and being constantly rejected left him feeling resentful.

But he said he liked it. He finally said he liked it.

So Hayley decided to act more boldly. Just for today, it seemed okay not to see those blue eyes, not to see those sorrowful eyes brimming with endless tears.

So he forced Lyndon to get on all fours, making him assume a dog-like crawling position. Then Lyndon began to speak in a trembling voice.

“Huh, h-huh! Your Grace? Why, why this…?”

Lyndon wasn’t unfamiliar with the ‘rear entry’ position… but he knew Hayley disliked it. And this position was different from the ones they’d tried before.

Until now, they’d only done it when Lyndon was nearly unconscious or when he was on his stomach with his entire body pressed to the floor. This was the first time they’d done a proper doggy style position, with him kneeling and his hips and back raised into the air. So Lyndon was a little scared.

“Wh-why this position all of a sudden, huff!”

Squish.

Mid-sentence, Hayley forced his cock into Lyndon’s anus, splitting it open.

“Ha, haa!”

The start was a bit tight, but Hayley soon settled perfectly inside Lyndon’s anus. 

Lyndon lay face down, drool dripping from his mouth. The arms supporting his weight trembled and shook. 

It penetrated several times deeper than usual. That’s why he felt an even more intense pleasure.

“Why, Lyndon. Even now… ”

The duke’s cock withdrew again. It pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in forcefully. The thick, swollen tip of his cockhead brushed fiercely against Lyndon’s swollen prostate, pushing even deeper inside.

“Ha, ugh!”
“Even now, ugh… Is it good? Huh?”
“Ha, haaah!”

Good? Fuck, how could this possibly be something simple like good or bad? This is… this is….

“Ah, no!” Lyndon answered, drool dripping from his mouth. 

Then, Hayley, who had been thrusting madly inside him, stopped. He flicked his hair back and asked again, looking utterly dumbfounded. “What? No?”

Then Lyndon barely turned his head back to look at Hayley. 

His tongue was slightly hanging out, and the area below his lips was damp and wet – he looked incredibly horny, no matter how you looked at it.

“Ha, it feels… like ecstasy…“
”… Ha!“

The duke wore a half-smile, one corner of his mouth turned up, as he gazed off into the distance. He pushed his tongue back into his cheek and let out another hollow ”Ha!” Then, he smoothed back his disheveled hair and pulled Lyndon’s upper body toward him.

Lyndon’s upper body, which had been lying prone, was lifted up of its own accord. Immediately, Hayley pressed Lyndon’s face against his own and kissed him.

Despite having been so intimately connected so many times before, surprisingly, this was their first kiss while both were fully conscious. All their previous kisses had mostly been when Lyndon was unconscious, Hayley acting alone.

“Huh, hmph!”

Lyndon’s lips weren’t even properly closed to begin with. That’s why he easily accepted Hayley’s intrusion. Haley pushed his tongue into Lyndon’s soft, slightly cold, and moist mouth, sucking Lyndon’s tongue in.

Sweetness exploded at their tongues’ touch. While doing so, Hayley’s fingertips repeatedly teased and flicked Lyndon’s nipple. His hips moved relentlessly back and forth.

Hayley’s cock repeatedly thrust in and out, splitting open Lyndon’s slick anus over and over. It wasn’t as forceful as usual, but somehow it was sex that filled his heart.

Chup, chup.

For a long while, their tongues rubbed passionately together. The frivolous slurping sounds of tongues sucking filled the bed, until finally their lips parted and Lyndon fell back onto the bed.

“Huh, hmph! Haa!” Lyndon’s breath came out in ragged gasps.

Hayley stared at the prominently protruding area near Lyndon’s hips, then grabbed his waist firmly with his hands and began thrusting inside.

The lust-glistening member moved rapidly. Hayley’s cock was gripped tightly by Lyndon’s inner walls. Moans escaped from Lyndon’s mouth incessantly. Heat rose, turning the back of his neck and ears completely crimson.

Hayley’s lips moved toward the exposed nape of his neck. Her tongue lightly licked the back of his neck, coating it with saliva until the hair at the base was damp. Then, he bit down hard with his front teeth.

“Huh! Uh!” Lyndon let out a moan that was somewhere between pain and pleasure, impossible to tell.

Listening to Lyndon’s tantalizing moans and seeing his own bite marks on his flushed upper body, Hayley’s lips moved to his ear.

First, it was the earlobe. His hot tongue moistened the delicate earlobe, where the bone protruded distinctly. Then, he licked it suggestively, sucking it sloppily, before thrusting his tongue into the ear canal without warning.

“Ugh! Hic!” Goosebumps prickled and spread across Lyndon’s entire body. It felt like every single strand of hair stood on end. Naturally, Lyndon’s inner walls also began to squeeze Hayley’s cock more tightly. 

“Huh, ugh! I, I don’t, I don’t like this! Huh!” Lyndon said, his eyes tightly shut. The wetness filling his narrow ear canal felt ticklish, like he might die, and strange.

Then, with his lips pressed against Lyndon’s earlobe, Hayley murmured softly, his breath mingling with the air, “Lyndon… If you like it, you can honestly say you like it… It’s okay. You’re not bad…“

”Huh! Ah! Hii! Yeah, good, yeah!” Finally, Lyndon cried out that it felt good and came. Hayley also came deep inside Lyndon.

Pure white semen dripped from the tips of both their glans.

Their night had only just begun.

“Yes, that’s it! Mmm! Your Grace! Huh!”

Lyndon cried out, slumped on top of Hayley. After finishing in doggy style, then switching to missionary, they were now in cowgirl. Lyndon was mounted on top of Hayley, rocking hIS hips.

With each sway of his hips, Lyndon’s lewd cock, which had been thrusting toward the canopy since earlier, pulsed in rhythm. Perhaps because he’d cum too much, pre-cum dripped steadily from the slightly reddened tip of his glans.

“Guh!”
“Hmph, yeah!”

Each time Lyndon thumped and bounced on top, Hayley thrust his cock into Lyndon in rhythm. The sound of flesh slapping together between them echoed unusually loud.

“Ha, Lyndon. So, hmph…. Can you do it?”
“Ah, no! I can’t, I can’t do it! Huh…”

Lyndon shook his head from side to side while seated.

The sight was endearing. Hayley smiled, watching Lyndon, then sat up straight. Suddenly, their faces were pressed close together.

Haley’s gaze was hot and intense. Without blinking, he tracked Lyndon’s face.

Though they’d seen each other’s faces thousands of times, for some reason, it felt a little embarrassing. As Lyndon averted his gaze, flushing, Hayley’s lips followed that path. Kissing somewhere between his cheek and lips, he slowly laid Lyndon down.

“Ah…”

When he came to his senses, Lyndon was lying down and Hayley was on top, pressing his glans against Lyndon’s lower half. The positions had switched back to missionary.

Then, unlike the thrusts moments before, he began driving into him with full weight. A dull ache built in Lyndon’s thighs. Beneath Hayley, Lyndon shook his head and gasped for breath.

“Haah!”
“Lynn, ugh. Lyndon, how is it?”
“Huh, hmm, y-yes! Ugh!”
“Now, tell me clearly…”
“Hmph!”

The relentless pleasure left Lyndon dazed. His brain felt like it was on fire. It was like stars were exploding before his eyes. The continuous waves of ecstasy were turning his mind to mush. His entire body felt like one giant erogenous zone, twitching and trembling at the slightest touch. Even the simple contact of their thighs rubbing together felt good.

“Huh! Uh, yeah, it’s good, but, but! Huh! Ah, no, no, no! Your Grace! No…”

As if urging Linden for an answer, Hayley roughly pinched the nipple that had popped out, puffed up by his fingers. Lyndon’s previously relaxed expression immediately changed. His eyes widened, and he gasped for breath.

“Huh-uh! Hic!”

Ah, this is it.

Hayley instinctively realized. Like a charging bull, he plunged into Lyndon’s depths with increasingly rapid, radical, and repetitive thrusts.

Thud thud thud thud thud!

Flesh collided again and again. That meant Lyndon’s prostate was being pounded repeatedly. In the end, this time too, Lyndon had no choice but to take it. He was helpless.

“S-stop! Hic!”
“Why. What… what does it feel like?!”
“I’m gonna… ugh! I’m gonna cum…!”

Splash!

With those words, a torrent of clear fluid erupted from the tip of Lyndon’s glans. The transparent liquid streamed down, splattering in droplets across Lyndon’s stomach and chest, even landing on Hayley’s face. Hayley lightly wiped it away with his palm and chuckled.

Lyndon’s cock, which had just squirted, twitched pitifully.

“Huh, hick…”
“That wasn’t cum, Lyndon… This is… prostate fluid, isn’t it?”

It was a polite euphemism to say prostate fluid, but the substance was urine. Yet Lyndon still looked slightly embarrassed and flustered at the term prostate fluid.

“Huh, Your Grace, keep, keep going….”
“Yes. Just a little more…”
“… yeah?”

Compared to Lyndon, who had already come, Hayley hadn’t yet reached climax. His hips began to move again.

“Wait, hold on… Ah! That… Huh! I, I just… came a little while ago, ugh! Yeah, I’m… sensitive…”
“It’s fine, Lyndon. Huh? You can go as many times as you want.”

Hayley thrust again. Lyndon’s insides remained pleasantly wet and sticky. He felt like he could pound into him dozens more times, thousands more times.

Lyndon’s inner walls, already hypersensitive from multiple climaxes, trembled and quivered madly. Lyndon’s body also shook and convulsed.

Lyndon’s mind grew whiter and whiter. No thoughts came to him, and he couldn’t even tell who he was. The only thing surfacing was excruciating pleasure. It felt like he’d turned into a complete fool.

“Huh! Huh!”

Cutting through the pleasure consuming his mind, Hayley came deep inside Lyndon.