“Master…… I want it……”
Ivan opened his mouth. A rough, hoarse voice came out — worn raw and ruined. The Duke seemed to find it pleasing and asked him to say it again.
“Again.”
Ivan hesitated shyly and mumbled it, and the Duke said again and pressed down on his nipple once more. The moan it drew out of Ivan made his body jerk in a spasm — and he tightened his grip and spread his cheeks wider.
Pressing and spreading the backside that had been reddened by the belt sent pain and pleasure crashing through him at once, and the strength in his hands threatened to give out at any moment. His hands and legs trembled as he forced them to hold the position against the relentless stimulation, and he looked up at the Duke with unfocused eyes, legs spread open without concealment.
“I want…… the Master’s cock. In this filthy, ind-decent hole…… hgh. Please stuff it full…… of cum and cock.”
There were tears in Ivan’s voice. Anyone hearing it would have thought he was being taken against his will. These were words the Duke had always had Ivan internalize. Ivan was made to refer to himself as filthy, indecent, and lewd.
As a result, Ivan often had to spread his legs and say things like that to the Duke himself. The Duke, satisfied with the result, lifted his hand away and raised it lightly. His palm moved toward the gaping, fluttering hole. How much must he have leaked for even the hole itself to be this soaked. With a sharp, wet smack, a sting bloomed against the hole — and Ivan bucked his hips again and threw his head back.
“Haah!”
“Still not enough after all that? Mm? What are we going to do with how greedy you are.”
The Duke chided Ivan. But the smile on his face couldn’t be hidden. His hand didn’t stop. His palm came down on Ivan’s hole three or four times in rapid succession, again and again — and each time, Ivan’s back and hips lurched wildly as he broke into sobs. The stimulation made him want to draw his legs in, but knowing it would earn him more, he forced them open wider and held the position for the Duke. As the hole burned and throbbed, Ivan let tears fall and panted through swallowed sobs.
“Hah……! Hah, I…… I’m sorry. Hgh……! Hic! I’m s-sorry for being so greedy, Ma-Master…… hgh……!”
Ivan cried with an expression that was equal parts wronged and pitiful, his face twisting with it. At that sight, the Duke gave a nod and finally lifted his hand away.
The Duke’s palm had grown slick. Ivan’s hole was rippling open and closed without pause, as though hurrying the Duke along — urging him to fill it quickly. The Duke reached down and undid his trousers, drawing out his cock.
The Duke’s cock was large and massive, the veins standing out along it in a way that made it look formidable — grotesque in the best possible way. Words like well-endowed fell short of it; this was a cock that was nothing short of imposing. Even with his body aching as it was, the sight of it made desire stir in Ivan all over again. The Duke’s cock twitched and stood forward, and Ivan panted and spread his cheeks wider. It was instinct.
“I’ll fill that hole of yours to the brim — a special gift. Don’t let a drop spill. Take it all in properly, Ivan.”
“Yes…… yes. Thank you, Master……”
The head of the Duke’s cock touched Ivan’s hole lightly. At the sensation, Ivan pulled his shoulders inward — and the Duke reached out, cupped Ivan’s cheek, and made him look up. In that moment, the Duke drove his hips forward with force and buried himself inside Ivan in a single thrust — Ivan’s back arched violently off the desk, the desk shuddering from the impact. The shift in Ivan’s expression in the instant of being filled was laid entirely bare before the Duke’s eyes.
What was disguised as punishment but was in truth a reward — it had begun. Ivan let out another moan as the Duke’s cock filled him completely, and a small smile crept to the corner of his lips.
Outside the window, birds called as they passed by. Ivan stood watching them with a vacant expression — looking somehow listless, like someone who missed something without quite knowing what it was.
“Master……”
Unlike usual, Ivan’s body was in clean condition. Marks from the Duke still lingered, of course — but no new ones had been added.
Because the Duke touched him every single day, there was rarely a moment when his body was without damage — but today he was unscathed. The reason was simple. The Duke had been called away from the estate for approximately ten days on business. He had left the previous afternoon with several people in his company, and Ivan had been left behind at the estate.
Before the Duke departed, Ivan had been kept up all through the night in the Duke’s chambers. Being summoned at night to take the Duke’s cock was nothing out of the ordinary — but the Duke, with the excuse that Ivan shouldn’t miss him while he was away for ten days, had kept Ivan on the edge of unconsciousness and refused to let go — and so that night too, Ivan had been reduced to a sobbing wreck without reprieve.
“Hah…… hah, ngh……! Stop, stop…… ngh……!!”
“Haah. Ivan…… ngh.”
Ivan was positioned face-down beneath the Duke, backside raised high, his face buried in the bed. The Duke gripped his hips to keep him from escaping and drove his weight down with force — and the Duke’s cock pressed deep, spreading Ivan’s tight inner walls wide and grinding into the deepest part of him.
No matter how many times he took the Duke’s cock, it was not something Ivan ever got used to. No matter how much his hole had been stretched and trained with toys, the Duke’s cock was thicker still — and so Ivan was always forced to lose his mind to the sensation of his walls being spread wide, of being filled to the deepest point, of a cock that seemed to run straight through him.
“Hgh! Master…… ngh! Ah!!”
Pounded without pause, Ivan strained to call out to the Duke as he struggled beneath him. But the harder he struggled, the more the Duke increased the force, driving deeper — grinding down on his prostate and churning through every inch of his inner walls, drowning out whatever Ivan tried to say.
“Haah. For something that’s supposedly trying to make me stop — you’re gripping awfully tight, Ivan.”
Even the back of Ivan’s head, buried in the sheets, looked indecent to the Duke. The flushed red of his ears and the nape of his neck looked good enough to bite — which was why the nape and behind his ears were already covered in teeth marks, and his shoulders and back bore the Duke’s marks just as thoroughly.
“Hah……!”
In the midst of it all, the Duke bit down on Ivan’s nape once more and left another mark — Ivan’s hips jerked and his shoulders drew in tight. Every time a new bite mark was pressed into his skin, the inner walls clenched and gripped the Duke’s cock that much tighter — and the sensation was maddening. The Duke let out a low sound and spilled thickly inside Ivan — and Ivan felt himself being filled all over again, and all the strength went out of his body at once.
“Hgh…… hh, haah……haah……”
Ivan’s eyes had lost focus entirely. He had no idea how many times he’d come — the sheets were soaked through with it, and his cock was still dripping steadily. Ivan trembled all over. The Duke looked down at him and patted his backside as though Ivan were something precious — something simply pretty — then drew out.
With a wet, slick sound, the cock pulled free, and thick, clinging release stretched in a long thread between them. The thoroughly spread hole clenched and released in slow pulses, letting out a little more with each flutter. Then, all at once, the pool of release that had collected at the rim of the hole overflowed and ran down Ivan’s thighs and over his cock in a warm, slow stream.
“Hgh…… ngh.”
“Ivan.”
“Yes…… hic. Yes, Ma-Master.”
Lost and exhausted as he was, Ivan answered the Duke’s call dutifully. The Duke gazed at that quietly for a moment, then broke into a deep smile, turned Ivan over, and laid him flat — coming face to face with him. Just as Ivan’s back was covered in the Duke’s marks, his front was no different — red marks filled every inch of pale skin. His nipples in particular were swollen and raised to the point of bursting — the areolas bitten and pinched so thoroughly that anyone looking would have believed they were looking at a woman’s nipples, not a man’s, so full and lewdly swollen had they become.
The Duke touched those nipples as though still not satisfied, then lowered his head and drew one into his mouth. His hot, thick tongue pressed down on it and swirled and toyed with it — and Ivan’s chest heaved as moans began escaping him again, helplessly.
“Ngh……! Hh, Ma-…… Masterrr……”
Sensing the soreness that was going to linger for days to come, Ivan reached out with trembling hands and gripped the Duke’s shoulders. But he couldn’t push him away — he was simply holding on in the most literal sense, unable to do anything but offer his chest. Both nipples were worked over with mouth and hands for several minutes — by the end they felt even more swollen than before, and Ivan’s face had crumpled, on the verge of tears. The Duke smiled in satisfaction and grazed his teeth across a nipple in a slow, deliberate bite.
“Hah……!”
Ivan’s back arched again and his head fell back. The Duke gave the aching nipple one more long, wet drag of his tongue, then lifted his gaze to meet Ivan’s eyes — Ivan, who was still panting and gasping. Unlike Ivan’s completely undone face, the Duke looked entirely composed — and yet he was looking down at Ivan with an expression full of what appeared to be concern.
“Ivan.”
“Hah…… hh…… yes……”
Lost as he was, drained of all energy, Ivan answered the Duke’s call properly. The sound of his panting breaths made the atmosphere between them more charged, and the Duke pressed his lips to Ivan’s chest and the nape of his neck without stilling the hand that continued to roam across his body.
“It may end up being longer than ten days — the time I’ll be away from home.”
The Duke’s lips climbed slowly up Ivan’s neck and arrived at the line of his jaw — and at the same moment, the hand that had been roaming reached down, found the hole that was still holding the Duke’s release inside it, and shoved three fingers in at once.
“Ngh……!”
“While I’m gone — there won’t be any situation where this indecent hole of yours takes just anyone’s cock, will there?”
The fingers that had entered the inner walls swirled lightly inside, probing and spreading him wide. As the fingers spread, the walls were pressed from within — and with the stimulation coming without pause, Ivan’s whole body shook as he rushed out his answer.
“No, no, Master……! Hgh!”
But even with Ivan’s answer, the fingers didn’t stop. If anything, they spread the clenching hole wide before pulling partially out — then thrust back in deep, pressing against the sweet spot inside — and Ivan’s toes curled as his hips snapped up in a sharp, desperate reaction. The Duke, who had been pressing kisses to the line of Ivan’s jaw, tilted his head up slightly — pressed a brief kiss to Ivan’s lips — and then drew back to look at his face. Unlike Ivan’s completely ruined expression, the Duke looked entirely unruffled — but he was looking down at Ivan with something that read unmistakably as worry.
