The belt came with less force than before — but it still struck Ivan’s cock with a vicious sound. Not from above downward, but sweeping upward from below, catching the cock that had been dangling between his thighs in a sharp, direct hit.
In the end, Ivan’s legs gave out entirely and he crumpled exactly as the Duke had anticipated. Collapsed face-down against the floor with only his backside raised, trembling with every aftershock — there was nothing resembling reason left in Ivan anymore.
“Haah…… M-Master, hah……! Master, Master……”
Ivan couldn’t count. He could only call out to the Duke, his hips rocking with the reverberations. He’d been falling apart from having his backside and his hole struck — and then a direct hit to his cock on top of all that. How could he possibly hold out. In the end, what spread across the floor wasn’t fluid — it was something else entirely. He’d lost control of his bladder, his backside still twitching weakly, his cheek pressed and squished against the floor, his already ruined expression made even more of a ruin.
Ivan had refused to listen, broken his own position without permission, and made a mess of the floor on top of it all — the Duke would have been well within his rights to be furious and scold him harshly. But the Duke’s eyes were filled with satisfaction, and something that looked almost like fondness. What Master wouldn’t feel some pleasure at the sight of a body he had trained himself, melting apart and losing its mind like this under his hands.
Those utterly vacant eyes, that face wrecked and glistening with drool and tears — the sight of it stirred something peculiar in the Duke’s body. The Duke was deeply fond of Ivan like this, with no sense left in him at all. That was why he so often drove Ivan right to this edge.
Ivan insisted to himself that he wasn’t a pervert — but the Duke knew the body said otherwise. And how profound a contradiction that was.
“I told you not to do as you please. Can’t even receive punishment properly, and now you’ve gone and made a mess of the floor on top of it. Tch. Your training isn’t nearly finished.”
“Hah…… hgh……”
“Truly beyond salvage — indecent doesn’t even begin to cover it. Maybe sending you to a brothel is the only thing that’ll knock some sense into you.”
But the more pleased the Duke was with Ivan, the colder his words became. He gave Ivan shame and humiliation — and enjoyed the reactions. But what was the point of saying any of this now, with Ivan in this state. Ivan had gone past the point of being able to register words at all. The Duke spoke and got no real response in return — instead Ivan just kept convulsing, his hips snapping in broken little arcs without rest. The Duke clicked his tongue and lifted his foot.
That lifted foot moved directly between Ivan’s spread cheeks in one motion. The toe of the Duke’s shoe began pressing down on the toy, which had slipped partway out with Ivan’s body now limp — pressing, then grinding down on it as though to stamp it in. The toy churned through Ivan’s insides, stretching him, pressing deeper than even the belt had driven it — and Ivan’s mind went blank again as another moan broke out of him.
“Haah……! Ngh!”
“After having your insides worked like that last night — you still want more? You’re practically begging to be filled.”
“Hah! M-Master, ngh……! Ngh! Ah!”
Reason had left Ivan entirely — it had been a long time since he’d remembered he was supposed to be performing the role of someone enduring this against his will. With every press of the Duke’s foot, the swollen hole took the crushing weight too, and Ivan’s back arched like a drawn bow. His knees, bent and propped up, gradually spread apart — his thighs falling wider, his hips dropping lower, until his cock was nearly grazing the floor. His chest was already pressed flat to the ground, and every time his backside shuddered and rolled, his flushed, raw nipples dragged and ground against the marble — and Ivan had no choice but to drown in an endless current of pleasure.
“I…… I don’t want it…… ngh! Stop—…… ah, ugh……!”
At least the denial is still coming out on instinct — that’s something. With every pressing grind of the Duke’s foot the toy sank deeper, dragging across his prostate and every sensitive place inside him — Ivan saw sparks burst behind his eyes as he clawed at the floor. The tips of his fingers and toes pushed and scraped across the smooth marble surface, trying desperately to flee from the pleasure. But the harder he tried, the more mercilessly the Duke bore down, stamping his foot between Ivan’s cheeks without a shred of restraint.
“Ngh……! Hh, ugh……!!”
“You don’t want it?”
“M-Master…… hah! Ah…… hgh……!”
“Funny — for someone who doesn’t want it, you seem to be enjoying it enormously. Absolutely at a loss for yourself.”
The Duke pressed down hard enough that the sound of the toy sinking deep rang audibly through the air — and then, keeping his foot in place, he began to rotate it in slow circles, turning the toy with it. Ivan’s face and chest were ground even further into the floor as his backside was pushed higher, and as the toy churned through his already stretched walls and spread him even wider, Ivan could do nothing but writhe like a creature without bones — hips rocking, cock grinding against the floor beneath him. What a sight that must have been to the Duke.
Rubbing and twisting himself in his own mess — a display of indecency beyond words.
Not even the male prostitutes at a brothel are this shameless. The thought passed through the Duke’s mind as he finally lifted his foot and took in the sight of Ivan sprawled across the floor, utterly lost to himself.
His upper body had collapsed forward, his backside raised without a shred of self-consciousness, everything laid bare. The slender, finely curved line of his waist arched like a bow and lent the whole picture an indecent elegance — his flushed, swollen backside trembling and twitching ceaselessly. His small hole, equally swollen, glistened with what had leaked and collected there, and it still seemed to be clinging to and rippling around the toy it had swallowed.
His cock, dangling between his thighs, had been struck by the belt and then rubbed raw against the floor — it burned a deeper red because of it. And yet fluid was still dripping from it in a steady stream, laying his body’s shamelessness bare for all to see.
Ivan already had the kind of appearance the Duke preferred — and on top of that, he had been trained to suit the Duke’s tastes exactly. Even just sitting still, he was enough to stoke the Duke’s desire. So seeing him like this — reduced to this state, barely conscious, drowning in sensation — how much more must it have been stoking that desire.
“Ivan.”
The Duke reached down and lifted Ivan upright. The body that rose in his hands was endlessly small and light. The body that had been hanging limp was pushed up to the desk, the stack of documents shoved aside to make room. It was the opposite position from before — bent over the desk. Now it was face-up, facing the Duke directly, his expression and body entirely visible.
His back had been a sight — but his front was even more so. His nipples, swollen and flushed, had been dragged against the floor to the point of nearly being rubbed raw, stained a deep red. The fluid smeared across his abdomen and around his cock was nothing short of obscene.
And his face — what a state that was in. His eyes had lost focus long ago, gone slack and unfixed. The long lashes and the gracefully curved outer corners of his eyes — the tears caught there were enough to stir the deepest sort of want. Those parted red lips, panting out ragged breath and unable to swallow the drool collecting at them — they made the Duke want to pull them in and explore every slick corner of that mouth.
A satisfied smile had taken hold of the Duke’s face without him noticing. The front of his trousers strained as though about to burst, and his gaze had not once considered leaving Ivan. Having taken in the full sight of him, mind made up, the Duke simply lowered his head and pressed his lips to Ivan’s without any deliberation.
That mouth, still panting and gasping, took the Duke’s tongue in without resistance. The Duke’s own saliva joined what already coated the inside of that wet, slick mouth. Every time his tongue swept across the roof of Ivan’s mouth or ran along his teeth, a wet, dragging sound rose between them. Every slow, deliberate drag of the Duke’s tongue against Ivan’s palate pulled a shallow moan from him, his hips flinching — his eyes fluttering at the corners as his legs drew inward.
The Duke’s tongue moved like a serpent. It was that kind of kiss — unnerving in its deliberateness, unabashedly explicit. Even lost as he was, Ivan’s tongue stirred in response to it, twitching and curling — and the Duke caught it without hesitation, winding his own tongue around it in a deep, languid tangle.
At the same time, one hand took hold of the leg Ivan had drawn inward and spread it open — while the other descended between his cheeks, and the right hand found the end of the toy buried deep inside Ivan’s body and began to draw it out slowly.
“Hgh…… ngh……! Haah.”
As the toy began to work its way free with a wet, slick sound, Ivan’s legs trembled in response. He moaned softly and unconsciously clenched around it — and feeling that, the Duke smiled against his mouth and stroked the inside of Ivan’s thigh gently, as though pleased.
“Hah……”
When the toy was finally fully withdrawn, the spread hole gaped and fluttered — exposing the flushed inner walls beneath. The rush of cool air against the opening made Ivan pull his shoulders inward, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The Duke looked at him and slowly lifted his lips away. The toy fell to the floor with a muffled sound. Ivan registered the sound, and with great effort turned his gaze to look at the Duke — and the Duke, meeting those eyes, smiled with soft warmth and stroked Ivan’s cheek.
“Ivan.”
“Yes…… yes, Master……”
Ivan barely managed to answer at the Duke’s call. His voice was exhausted. Barely able to speak, the trembling in his voice made it seem as though he might lose consciousness at any moment. But the Duke took satisfaction in precisely that, and slowly lowered his hand.
“Filthy, indecent Ivan. Well — are you satisfied?”
The Duke posed the question. Yes, yes, a hundred times yes — Ivan repeated the answer inside his head over and over, blinking slowly. But what the Duke actually wanted to hear in this moment was something else. And Ivan knew it. He knew what his Master wanted.
“Hgh……”
Ivan couldn’t bring himself to say it. But it wasn’t refusal — he simply couldn’t form the words through the exhaustion. He responded to the Duke’s question by shaking his head in a slow denial.
“Then?”
At Ivan’s response, the Duke smiled with his eyes and extended his index finger. The tip of it pressed down firmly on Ivan’s nipple, flushed and swollen and raised. At that stimulus, Ivan’s upper body lurched and a moan slipped out — and the Duke waited for his answer.
Ivan was at his absolute limit now. His backside, swollen to the point of bursting, ached with even the slightest movement. His cock was past soreness — it was outright painful. There was not a drop of strength left anywhere in his body. He had taken enough — more than enough. He just wanted to rest.
But he had to give his Master as much satisfaction as he himself had received. With a hand that had no strength left to give, Ivan forced it to move anyway, reaching downward. He bent and spread his legs, draping them over the edge of the desk in a wide, open angle — and with the hand he’d lowered, he took hold of both cheeks and spread them apart. The thoroughly loosened hole gaped and fluttered — and the flushed inner walls offered themselves up, intimate and bare, for the Duke to see.
