LM Chapter 5.4

For something rushed, there was a lot to prepare. Before heading to the casino, Hayley stopped by the tailor shop of the designer he often called to the mansion, had a few suits made for Lyndon, and bought several high-end ready-to-wear outfits he could wear immediately.

As Lyndon changed into the fancy clothes, he asked why he was buying him such things, saying it felt burdensome. Haley added that this attire was essential for entering the Royal Casino.

The word ‘Royal Casino’ instantly made the burden melt away.

Led by Haley’s hand, he stepped into the long-awaited Royal Casino. Hayley’s voice came from behind, telling him to relax since accommodations were provided. Lyndon barely registered the words, hurriedly exchanging chips, and found his favorite game to join.

Within just two hours, he lost every last penny Hayley had given him. Lyndon turned to Hayley, who was watching the game from behind him, and demanded more money.

The bastard who usually couldn’t even ask for things demanded money like a pro when it came to gambling.

Without showing any particular displeasure, Hayley promptly handed Lyndon the money.

Several times.

Thus, when Haley and Lyndon finally left the casino where they’d stayed for days, they had lost the equivalent of a townhouse in the capital.

Lyndon, soaked in the dopamine of gambling he’d forgotten for a while, surprisingly felt no remorse. Seeing Lyndon equally delighted, Hayley also smiled thoughtlessly as he looked at him.

It was the behavior of fools who had become sticky and radically immersed in something.

“Huh! Hmph! Your Grace!”

On the way back from the casino after several days, Lyndon was in a bit of a bind. 

It wasn’t because he urgently needed the restroom, nor because the shaved hair had grown back awkwardly and was itchy.

It wasn’t even because he’d lost a fortune at the casino – money Lyndon could never hope to touch in his lifetime – in the blink of an eye.

So, the reason Lyndon was in a bind right now… was purely because he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Ugh! S-stop, why, here…?”

The Duke’s head moved rapidly back and forth. Hayley had buried his face between Lyndon’s thighs, his mouth wrapped around Lyndon’s cock, licking it frantically.

A noble licking a servant’s cock? It seemed utterly impossible. Yet that impossible thing was happening beneath Lyndon. The moment they entered the carriage, Hayley roughly pushed Lyndon down and immediately began forcibly stripping off his pants.

At first, he thought Hayley was angry about losing all that money. But that wasn’t it.

‘I want to do it right now…’
‘Huh?’

Hayley fumbled noisily in his pocket, pulling out a key and unlocking Lyndon’s chastity belt.

He then immediately began touching the area around Lyndon’s anus, but paused abruptly.

For some reason, Hayley paused briefly before his next move was to take Lyndon’s cock into his mouth. He meticulously licked the shriveled cock with his tongue.

Then, bending lower, he took the drooping, round balls beneath the shaft into his mouth and rolled them around like candy. Lyndon groaned at the unfamiliar stimulation, as if he’d been waiting for it.

Whether aware of what was happening inside or not, the carriage began to move. As the carriage rattled over the cobblestones, Hayley unconsciously bit down lightly on Lyndon’s balls.

A tear welled up in Lyndon’s eye. He let out a loud cry, then, terrified he might be bitten by his master and castrated, grabbed Hayley’s hair and pushed his head back.

But Hayley didn’t let go. Even as his perfectly coiffed golden hair became disheveled, he was too busy sucking on both of Lyndon’s balls without restraint. Only his head remained bowed, his eyes alone raised to glare fiercely at Lyndon.

Linden realized then, for the first time, that a gaze alone could inflict pain. Hayley’s eyes were fierce. But it wasn’t anger; it was a raw, lust-drenched look.

Lyndon flinched and shuddered. Feeling as if he were stripped bare before him, he barely managed to meet Hayley’s gaze.

“Y-Your Grace…”

Hayley spat out Lyndon’s balls from his mouth and began licking them with the tip of his tongue, like a cat grooming itself. It was the very spot Hayley had lightly bitten moments before.

“Gah…!”

It sent a chill down his spine. Fear and anxiety. And an unidentifiable sexual desire amplified.

But thinking about it, it was only natural.

The head of a great noble house like Hayley’s, sucking on Lyndon’s cock. Licking his balls relentlessly.

“Huh, ah…”

Unable to contain the overwhelming sensation, Lyndon let out a continuous moan. Soon, Hayley abandoned his balls and began licking the shaft of his cock. Linden’s uncircumcised cock touched Hayley’s nose, cheek, and eyelashes in succession.

Honestly, just seeing it was enough to make him cum instantly – it was that obscene. Hayley’s bright red tongue, protruding between those vivid lips, licking up and down the cock encased in its slick sheath.

His fully erect cock twitched. He felt like he could shoot his load right then and there.

Then Hayley gripped the base of Lyndon’s cock fiercely with his fingers and took it into his mouth. He sucked it in, pulling Lyndon’s cock out and licking it as if devouring it. The shaft and the tip of the glans were coated glossy with Hayley’s saliva.

“Ugh, ah! Ugh!”

Honestly, while sucking his cock, Hayley wanted to finger his asshole too. He wanted to see Lyndon squirm. Every time he did this, he’d always move his fingers so fast his knuckles hurt. Now, having to settle for just gripping Lyndon’s cock base felt like a real letdown.

But no matter how much he liked Lyndon, he didn’t want to touch an unwashed asshole. So he did his best just to suck the cock. Barely grazing the area around the hole was the best he could manage.

Lyndon had no idea about Hayley’s feelings. He couldn’t understand why he sucked his cock so relentlessly, as if determined to lick every last bit of sticky candy off it until it was worn away.

“Huh, ahh! D-Duke, hup…”
“Heh, call me… Hayley.”
“Huh? Ugh! Gah!”

Then, Hayley flicked his tongue against the tip of Lyndon’s glans. It was a passionate tongue movement, as if determined to penetrate right through his urethra.

“Huh, ah! Hay, Hayley! S-stop, I-I –!”
“Huh…. “

Even though Lyndon told Hayley to stop, even though he grabbed Hayley’s golden hair and shook it violently, Hayley’s tongue didn’t stop. If anything, it seemed to grow even more relentless.

“I, I’m gonna… cum…”
“Cum.”

In the end, he even said that.

Hearing that, Lyndon simply couldn’t hold back any longer. He was already a quick-to-cum cock with little patience to begin with. So, well, it couldn’t be helped.

“Ugh, ugh! Hiiik!”

Finally, he released a thick stream of cum into Hayley’s mouth.

Hayley gathered Lyndon’s semen with the tip of his tongue. He held that pure white substance inside his mouth and grimaced slightly.

“Huh, hmph! I’m, I’m sorry… Y-Your Grace.”
“…”

Hayley turned away from Lyndon, opened the carriage window, and spat out a loud, wet spit. Lyndon’s semen came out with it. As if that wasn’t enough, he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his own mouth.

Was he angry? Lyndon glanced at Hayley, wondering. But Hayley, with an expression as if nothing had happened, lifted Lyndon’s now damp cock and began wiping it with the handkerchief.

Even from the light stimulation of having his cock wiped, Lyndon’s cock began to regain its strength and stir again. It was embarrassing. Just moments after ejaculating into the duke’s mouth, his cock was already hardening again like a worthless piece of meat.

“Hmph… Ugh…”

But no matter how devoutly he tried to resist getting hard, his cock began to stiffen under the duke’s touch.

So Lyndon made small talk with Hayley for no particular reason. He wanted to break his concentration.

“W-Your Grace… Why, um, did you lick me?”
“What?”
“… Sucking on my lower parts has absolutely nothing to do with, um, removing diseased microorganisms from my anus…”
“Ha…”

Finally, Hayley, having nearly wiped all the saliva from Lyndon’s shaft, roughly rubbed the tip of the glans with a handkerchief one last time.

A dizzying, intense stimulation followed as the urethral opening was scraped by the fabric. Ultimately, Lyndon thrust his cock straight up toward the ceiling once more. He stared into the void as if going blind, barely suppressing a groan.

“Hmph…”
“Lyndon. Let’s stop now…”
“… Huh?”

Lyndon’s heart plummeted at the sudden words.

Could it be… could it be that he actually enjoyed these moments with him? Had he grown accustomed to this shameful sodomy?

As a sorrowful longing to grasp even the hem of his pants welled up unconsciously, unexpected words followed.

“That I just wanted to sodomize you, that I made up a lowly excuse… You already know it, don’t you? There’s no disease in your ass. It’s actually quite healthy.“
”… Huh?”

A lowly excuse? No disease…. No, then… was it real? Was Alex telling the truth?

“As a duke and nobleman, I possess noble honor. Yet I embraced you while making such a flimsy excuse… I apologize.”
“… Why… Why did you do that to me?”

Lyndon’s snow-white face turned deathly pale.

“Well… it’s because you’re so captivating. I don’t know if you’ll believe me, but I’m a man who’s never once engaged in sodomy. Honestly, I always found that sort of thing repulsive.”

Hayley placed Lyndon’s thoroughly cleaned cock in the briefs and pulled them up. Lyndon pulled up his underwear while listening to this sudden, important conversation.

“Perhaps I hoped you’d come to me first and seduce me. No, maybe I desperately wanted that.”
“…”
“But you didn’t seem to possess that kind of cunning. So I did what I did. It was the best I could do. I couldn’t just force myself on you, could I?”

What was the difference between that and rape? Lyndon couldn’t find the distinction. But he hadn’t beaten him, tied him up, and forced himself inside. It hadn’t been without discomfort… yet it had also been the most comfortable days of his wretched life.

Lyndon pondered Hayley’s words, lost in thought. Meanwhile, his swollen cock slowly subsided. Seeing this, Hayley paused mid-motion to reattach the chastity device between Lyndon’s legs, his hand freezing.

“… Why, why are you doing this, Your Grace?”
“… Lyndon. Do you like having sex with me?”
“Huh?”
“Tell me honestly.”
“… W-well, I suppose…”
“How much?”

Lyndon rolled his eyes to stare at the carriage ceiling. Frankly, he couldn’t make heads or tails of this rapidly changing situation… but first, he decided to answer the duke’s question honestly.

“Um, well…“

After turning the thought over and over, he slowly opened his mouth. ”So… If we’re just talking about pleasure, well, honestly, it’s way more than having sex with a woman. Yeah, it’s good…”

At that, the duke let out a sharp chuckle. His neatly folded eyes and spreading eyelashes forcibly stole his gaze. The duke was truly strange today.

No, thinking back, he himself was strange too.

This carriage was full of oddities.

Was that why? Suddenly, the carriage door flew open. The duke had flung it wide.

“Y-Your Grace! Opening the door is dangerous…”

But Lyndon’s voice trailed off. Because the duke had thrown the chastity belt he was holding out the carriage door. Far away, the sound of the metal chastity belt clattering to the floor echoed back like a reverberation.

Hayley slammed the carriage door shut and looked at Lyndon. His golden eyes were somehow resolute.

“We won’t need this anymore. No need for pathetic excuses either.”
“Uh… ah…”
“Lyndon… will you still have sex with me? Without excuses about curing your illness or finding the teaspoon inside your anus?”

Hayley reached out a hand toward Lyndon.

“…”

“I’m sorry about everything. It’s because you’re so irresistible, you see.”
“… Ah, no… I, I actually… enjoyed it too…”

Lyndon quietly gazed at that large, snow-white palm. Naturally, the things the duke had done to him recently came to mind.

For three months, after sex, he always fell asleep cradled in the duke’s arms. Often, when he woke at dawn, he found himself nestled within the duke’s embrace.

Sometimes, when the duke lay beside him in the morning, it felt awkward, yet somehow a corner of his heart felt warm. Conversely, when he left and the spot beside him was empty, Lyndon’s heart often felt as cold as that empty space.

Hayley had carried him and moved him many times. He had fed him. Just this time, he had even let him gamble for days on end, spending large sums of money.

He’d lost repeatedly, losing money hand over fist. Lyndon demanded more gambling money over and over, like someone incapable of conscience or guilt. Hayley never refused once, repeatedly handing over wads of cash.

‘Is there another sucker this perfect in the world?’

That’s what that snake Lyndon thought back then. At the casino, Hayley was nothing more and nothing less than a ‘sucker’ to him.

“…”

But stepping out of the casino, he finally realized something. The duke had treated him quite well. Though he’d grumbled inwardly, he had no complaints whatsoever about his current life. Even if he added up all the money he’d received from past lovers, it wouldn’t come close to the sum Hayley had given him today.

His heart pounded violently in his chest. Without even receiving caresses, Lyndon’s mouth grew dry. Like the caramel Hayley had once placed in his mouth after sex, a sticky sweetness overflowed across his tongue.

Stupid Lyndon fell for something that wasn’t even a confession.

Finally, Lyndon raised his hand and slowly moved it, gently placing it on top of Hayley’s palm. His fingertips trembled slightly, not so much from fear but… from the nervous excitement and joy of his newfound romance unfolding.

“Well then, I’ll be counting on you… Your Grace.”

Hayley flashed a beautiful smile, as radiant as a blooming flower. In that moment, he pulled Lyndon into an embrace and kissed his forehead.

“Call me Hayley, Lyndon.”

Lyndon’s face was flushed crimson, while Hayley’s cheeks glowed with a soft pink, like ripe peaches. The heat rising in his face grew more intense. Their breaths mingled somewhere on their cheeks. It was warm and soft.

It tickled both their faces and hearts at once, then their lips pressed together without a gap, and before either could think, they began sharing a deep, lingering kiss. Their tongues moved roughly, sucking at each other’s lips.

Slurp. Slurp.

After exploring each other’s lips for quite some time, their faces pulled apart. Their lips, red and swollen from the long friction, were connected by a long trail of saliva. Lyndon, feeling unnecessarily embarrassed, turned his flushed face toward the window and asked, “Th-that… Ah, I thought you were going to put it inside me just now. Why didn’t you put it in and just sucked?”

“Ah, you haven’t had an enema yet, have you?”
“Huh? An, an enema? Good heavens… Why on earth is Your Grace so… obsessed with bowel movements? Honestly, I think Your Grace is far more perverted than I am…”
“Hm? What are you talking about? Perverted? Obsessed?”
“No, I mean, being so obsessed with someone defecating…”

“Ah, misunderstanding. I have no interest whatsoever in your defecation. In fact, I find it rather disgusting.”
“Huh?”

Lyndon looked at Hayley with a flustered expression.

“I simply enjoyed seeing your flustered face, and since anal intercourse demands utmost cleanliness, I was merely being thorough. I have not the slightest interest in defecation.”
“… Ha.”

Lyndon stared at Hayley in utter disbelief, then burst into loud laughter. His eyes, usually brimming with tears from the constant swirl of pleasure and shame, now crinkled prettily as tears of a different kind gathered at the corners.

“Why, why are you laughing?”
“No, Your Grace! That’s just too funny. There’s a limit to being so rigid!”

And so, Lyndon’s laughter echoed inside the carriage for a while.

Hayley knew Lyndon was mocking him, yet he didn’t point it out. No, he actually watched Lyndon smiling at him with a warm, satisfied look.

He thought to himself that he definitely preferred this kind of comfortable relationship over a coercive one, and Hayley joined Lyndon in smiling too.