Yuri showed no particular reaction even while seeing that strange expression.
“Bend over.”
Without a word, Chris turned around and placed his hands on the wall. From several experiences, he knew that water would soon enter inside him. At first, he thought this wasn’t washing but a form of torture and endured it. However, Yuri literally just wanted to plainly clean the gel-covered area below.
Entrusting his body—which became aroused at the mere brush of bare skin—to Yuri’s businesslike touch, like an owner washing a pet, was mentally taxing.
However, he couldn’t show this. Yuri wasn’t something like Chris’s colleague. He was a mafia member and a kidnapper. He couldn’t give Yuri any more weaknesses to hold over him.
“Ngh.”
Water entered inside. The water pressure against the sensitive inner walls was quite strong, nearly making him lose his posture. Fortunately, Chris’s strong legs withstood it.
Chris clenched his mouth shut. Though the water clearly went in below, if he opened his mouth it felt like he’d vomit it right out. Even logically impossible things seem plausible when all one’s senses are distorted.
Since Yuri didn’t prepare something like a plug, Chris had to clench and endure on his own.
His waist trembled more and more. Not wanting to let water flow from his rear hole in front of Yuri, he desperately held on, but one minute felt like an hour.
It was hard to gauge whether cold sweat was flowing because he was wet with water, or if the moisture remaining on his body had cooled. Yuri hadn’t yet given permission to empty what was inside.
To the man who never granted permission no matter how many times he begged—
“Go relieve yourself.”
Chris staggered to the toilet. After emptying himself and returning, Yuri jerked his chin toward the wall.
Understanding the meaning, Chris placed his hands on the wall tiles again. The coldness felt through his fingertips was quite chilling.
The sound of Yuri crossing the bathroom floor filled with water echoed. He seemed to be doing something, but Chris didn’t look back.
When he approached again, Chris was flustered by the object pushing into his anus.
“Ngh?”
Unlike the water he’d expected to enter, it was something small and hard—a sphere. The egg was bigger and thicker than this, so it probably wasn’t that.
“Position.”
Yuri pressed down on Chris’s back as he tried to rise slightly.
“Why… this? Weren’t we here to wash?”
The words he uttered with his head down seemed to echo hollowly in the bathroom. Chris newly felt how weak his voice had become from the faint tremor at its end.
“Originally, that was the plan. I thought it’d be fine to let you rest a bit. But didn’t you say something before coming in here?”
Yuri reminded Chris of what he’d said in a gentle tone.
“That you wanted to refuse me.”
Those words struck Chris like a whip. Chris squeezed his eyes shut. While avoiding Yuri’s gaze, he’d unknowingly let slip what was inside.
That he wanted to refuse him, that he was avoiding his gaze because even though he’d learned through his body that Yuri would be spiteful if he didn’t act obedient.
“I thought you’d gradually realize it’s not a matter of choice, but I must have been complacent. Isn’t that right?”
Though the tone was gentle, the implication within was frightening. Chris kept his mouth firmly shut and ignored Yuri’s question.
“With this size, how many do you think you can take?”
Yuri also didn’t seem to expect an answer and immediately changed questions. Chris answered after hesitation.
“Three… I think would be possible.”
The egg’s volume seemed about that much. If he reduced the number unnecessarily, he’d provoke Yuri, but if he increased it, there was no way he could endure that.
“If you hold six—double that—for ten minutes, I’ll return your clothes.”
“…Really?”
Chris turned his head without realizing it. Yuri’s face when their eyes met was more gentle than he’d thought.
“But while they’re inside, you can’t avoid my eyes.”
“…Ah.”
He shouldn’t have said things like how a storm rises inside him every time their eyes meet.
“Well, will you do it?”
Chris reflexively tried to bite his lip but barely held back and calculated.
Six was excessive, but they were definitely smaller than the egg. Ten minutes didn’t seem impossible to endure.
At the words that he’d return the clothes, Chris became captivated by such hopeful thoughts.
Being completely exposed below, his rear hole wet, soaked in guiding energy—it rapidly made him wretched. He felt like he’d become something base and inferior to human. He felt he’d live much better if he could recover at least his pants, even if he had to do without shoes.
“I’ll do it.”
Chris answered while clenching his fist with the hand placed on the wall. Yuri added as if joking.
“I might accidentally put in a few more, so count carefully.”
With those words, the second bead was pushed inside. Perhaps because he’d been given an enema with water, the contracted inner walls felt even tighter than before entering the bathroom.
“Two.”
He felt it bump against the bead already inside. The sensation of sound transmitting through his body. Yuri placed the third bead at the entrance.
“Th-three…”
He’d thought three would easily fit, and they actually did. However, holding one egg inside felt different from having three smaller beads inside.
The sensation of them lightly bumping each other and pressing against the inner walls was also unfamiliar.
“How is it? Manageable?”
Yuri asked, pausing his hand for a moment. Chris nodded frantically. It would be troublesome if he wasted time now and ran out of strength to endure later.
“Yes, yes.”
“Then I’ll put in the rest.”
Chris squeezed his eyes shut. Even this brief pause seemed like Yuri’s scheme.
As the fourth bead entered, the first bead touched a deeper place.
“Four.”
It’s okay. This much is…
Chris muttered inwardly to himself. Yuri brought the fifth bead to his rear. However, perhaps because his body was tense, it didn’t enter easily.
“If you clench already, you’ll drop them before they’re all in.”
Yuri snapped. Chris tried to relax. As if waiting, Yuri moved his hand.
“Five. Fi-five.”
Now the first bead had entered all the way to the deepest place Chris’s body had opened. The beads were bigger than he’d thought.
Chris bit his lip. Even if he swallowed the sixth one, he instinctively knew his body would open all the way to the innermost part of his inner walls.
‘Can I really endure this?’
Yuri’s hand didn’t stop. The sixth bead was entering inside.
“Hah, haah.”
Chris tried to release his body’s tension as much as possible while taking deep breaths. However, his mind was gradually turning white. The egg had never entered this deep before.
“Too, too deep. It’s deep.”
When the last bead was halfway into the entrance to his passage, Chris uttered without realizing.
“Then shall we stop the bet around here?”
At Yuri’s coldly falling voice, Chris slightly flinched his shoulders then shook his head. That this man who never stopped no matter how much he struggled was acting this way meant he’d really give back the clothes if he endured ten minutes as promised.
Tendons stood out from Chris’s hand pressed against the wall all the way to his arm. If it hadn’t been solid tile, Chris’s hand might have dug into the wall, he was that tense.
Yuri skillfully pushed in the last bead.
Feeling the bead that had entered nearly to his limit depth, Chris finally expelled the number from his mouth after what felt like an eternal instant.
“…Six.”
It was a voice that had almost completely given out. It was as if it had gone hoarse in that brief moment.
From the fourth it had been a bit burdensome, and at five it really seemed there was no more room. But it was hard to believe all six had pushed in.
“I can’t hear well. How many is this? Five?”
Yuri asked. There was no way he really couldn’t hear.
“S-six…”
Chris tried to raise his voice. It wasn’t hard to guess his face had reddened even without a mirror.
“Good. They’re all in.”
Yuri confirmed the twitching entrance and pressed inside it. At the sensation of the beads inside bumping against each other and moving, Chris unknowingly placed his hand on his lower abdomen.
“Position.”
He brought his hand back to the wall.
