“You came so much it slides right in — how convenient.”
“Hah…… hgh, hh……”
“Does it feel good?”
“Ah…… no, ngh!”
At the middle-aged man’s question, the boy instinctively shook his head in denial. Displeased with that answer, the man furrowed his brow and pressed down firmly on the end of the rod. It sank deeper, prodding at the innermost part of him. Startled by the force of it, the boy’s hips jerked wildly — and he quickly corrected himself. He had no choice but to correct himself.
“Hah! No — yes! Yes…… it feels good. It feels good, Master……! Haah, ngh……!”
Satisfied with that answer, the middle-aged man smiled and this time pressed his lips not to the boy’s forehead but to his mouth. Unlike the deep, consuming kiss of the night before, this one was light — and the boy exhaled softly in its wake, eyes falling shut before fluttering open again. He didn’t even have the strength to open them properly, his eyelids trembling faintly.
The boy prayed for this punishment to end soon. His body, worn through from a full day of torment, desperately craved rest, and he wanted nothing more than to steal even a little sleep. But the man in front of him didn’t seem like he would end things easily today either. He would almost certainly be made to rest here in this room for a while before being sent off to work.
“That’s right. That’s how you should behave — like a good boy.”
“Haah……hah, ah……”
“It’s morning. Rest for a while, then bring a cup of coffee to the study around noon.”
“Yes……”
“Sleep well, Ivan.”
Just as the boy had expected, the middle-aged man left him to rest in his bedroom and went into the bathroom to wash. The moment the man stepped inside, a few maids who had been waiting for their cue opened the door and entered to assist him. As the door swung wide open, the thick scent of night-blooming flowers struck their noses sharply. They filed in with practiced ease and noticed the boy on the bed — but deliberately averted their eyes and made their way toward the bathroom. The boy watched them go, following them with his gaze until they disappeared behind the door.
Now he was alone in the room.
That thought made the boy exhale a long, deep breath. With what little strength remained in a body that couldn’t even lift a finger, he laboriously turned himself onto his side and pulled the blanket close against his chest.
The blanket carried the scent of his Master, the middle-aged man. The boy breathed it in deeply, and then, with a smile that could only be described as happy, he closed his eyes.
Haah, maybe next time I’ll accidentally spill the coffee while I’m pouring it.
Thoughts that no one could have predicted began to quietly creep through the boy’s mind. Not thoughts of how to avoid making mistakes — but fantasies of making them on purpose. Was the boy not suffering through this life at all — was he actually enjoying it? A satisfied smile had bloomed at the corners of his lips. The boy’s indecent life as a manservant — known to everyone and yet understood by no one — was beginning another ordinary, peaceful day.
The afternoon sun hung high overhead. Ivan, manservant of the Duke’s household, was making his way down the corridor with great difficulty, one hand pressed to his aching lower back. The Duke — his Master, who had punished Ivan for reaching his peak without permission during the night — was in his study attending to business. As promised, Ivan had slept until midday, then risen, changed into his manservant’s uniform, and was now making his way toward the kitchen.
The way Ivan walked was awkward — staggering and stilted. Even accounting for the pain in his back, the way he shuffled suggested something else was causing him discomfort. And of course it did. Buried inside him still was the Duke’s toy replica, and lodged deep in the tip of his cock was the thin rod — neither of which the Duke had removed himself, nor had he given Ivan permission to remove, which meant Ivan had no say in the matter whatsoever.
“Haah……”
It honestly feels so good.
And yet — Ivan actually liked this side of the Duke. He couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from creeping upward and had to press a hand over his lips to hide it. Ivan, leaning weakly against the wall and pausing for a moment, looked to anyone passing by like a fragile, delicate boy teetering on the edge of collapse — but in truth, he was not nearly so weak. Of course, a full day of punishment and sex left his back and his hole aching, but not to a degree where he couldn’t move. He could certainly put on that act, but that was all it was.
Ivan liked being punished like this by the Duke. He was someone who grew aroused from being sexually dominated and humiliated. And so he would do things that warranted punishment without making it obvious — offering his body to the Duke in the process. Just like now.
With even the slightest movement, the massive toy replica prodded and ground against Ivan’s most sensitive spots and the walls inside him. The slick, wet sounds from all the arousal fluid filled his ears and sent goosebumps crawling across his skin. Despite having come countless times through the night, his cock had hardened again, straining visibly against his clothing — but that wasn’t the first thing he needed to hide. What needed hiding more urgently was the smile that kept tugging at his lips from the relentless stimulation coursing through his body.
“Hgh……”
Ivan pressed one arm against the wall and tried to take a step forward. But the moment he moved, the ridges of the toy thrust deep into the most sensitive, innermost part of him again — and every twitch of his cock sent the rod shifting sharply, stimulating him all over again, until Ivan could no longer manage to push forward. In the end, he sank down right where he was, moaning softly, his body trembling.
He was already on the verge of climax. If the tip hadn’t been plugged, the front of Ivan’s trousers would have been soaked through and then some. If the Duke had seen that, he no doubt would have given Ivan yet another punishment for making a mess like a helpless wreck.
Haah, it feels so good.
Just imagining the Duke’s large hands striking his thighs and backside and leaving red marks behind made Ivan’s body burn hotter with want. His cock twitched and moved inside the tight press of his trousers because of it — and as it did, the pressure of the fabric pushed the end of the rod deeper, sending it rocking inside him, until Ivan couldn’t hold back another moan in the middle of the corridor.
“Hah……!”
He still had a long way to go, but pushing any further was impossible. No matter how much Ivan loved pleasure and craved anything sexual, being stimulated this relentlessly while trying to move was something else entirely. The Duke had given orders to bring coffee, but he couldn’t carry them out.
What he really wanted was to sink down where he stood and rest comfortably. But the instant his backside touched the floor, the toy would press deeper into his walls, and Ivan would absolutely come again. And if that happened, his body would be completely undone from arousal, beyond his own control — and if the Duke were to see him like that, he might be disappointed.
To keep enjoying this, Ivan had to endure it as convincingly as possible — to perform the role of someone fighting against it, suffering through it reluctantly. Because the only acceptable version of the story was that Ivan had been reduced to this lewdness by the Duke’s hands alone, that it was the Duke who had made his body this way. He couldn’t let his true nature come to light. If it did, he might genuinely be sent off to a brothel then and there. No matter how depraved his body had become, he had no intention of giving it to just anyone — so the worst-case scenario was not something he could afford to bring about.
But his legs had given out and he couldn’t even sit up properly, let alone move forward — he could only crouch there, breathing in ragged, shallow gasps. Even as wide as the Duke’s estate was, there were bound to be one or two people passing through the corridor. And yet every single one of them, upon catching sight of Ivan struggling, simply pretended not to notice and walked on.
Within this household, Ivan was manservant to the Duke and the Duke alone. Many of the staff despised him — for offering his body to his Master day after day under the guise of punishment. Because of it, no one so much as spoke to him, let alone spared him any sympathy. Even seeing him curled in on himself and trembling, they left him alone and went about their own business. It would never have crossed any of their minds that Ivan was in fact drowning in pleasure, unable to walk, pressing a hand over his mouth to keep a moan from slipping out.
“Hgh…… hghh……”
Ivan pressed his lips tightly shut again to suppress the sounds, but his body, already flushed with arousal, would not settle easily. He needed to either make it to the Duke or go back to his room and calm himself down — but since he couldn’t stand up to begin with, Ivan had no choice but to stay right where he was. Master is waiting, what do I do.
He needed to stay in character — trembling with fear, thoroughly obedient. Which meant he had to go and get that coffee. But in this state, he wasn’t going to accomplish anything, and time was just slipping away.
“Wh-what do I do……”
The words left him in a pitifully trembling voice that echoed softly through the corridor. But no one heard them. Or rather — even if anyone had, they would have ignored it just the same. Tears welled at the corners of Ivan’s eyes. This part was genuine. If the Duke were to grow disappointed in him and cast him aside because of this — would there ever be anyone else who could torment him this thoroughly and still satisfy him the way the Duke did? Knowing the Duke’s temperament, he was entirely capable of having Ivan sent to a brothel or passed off to the knights to deal with their urges.
That couldn’t happen. He had to force himself up and get to the Duke no matter what. But his body, so utterly weak against pleasure, refused to listen. On top of it all, staying crouched in the same position for so long had robbed his legs of what strength remained.
“Haah…… I can’t……”
Ivan was on the verge of toppling sideways — but just before he did, a large, gentle hand caught his back and steadied him, sparing him the indignity of coming right there in the corridor.
“Oh.”
“Ivan, you need to be careful.”
“Butler……”
“You nearly fell. Are you alright?”
The one who had caught Ivan was none other than the Duke’s butler. He was a few years older than the Duke — Ivan’s Master — and was a man of warm disposition and remarkable character. If the Duke cut an imposing figure befitting the head of a household with his broad, powerful build, the butler was not quite as physically commanding, though still of decent height and stature — the sort of man who carried himself with immaculate neatness, like an ideal scholar.
Ivan turned back with tears still clinging to his eyes and reacted with what appeared to be surprise. Meeting the butler’s gaze, he quickly looked away to wipe at his eyes, then tried to rise and express his gratitude — but his legs, already drained of strength, refused to cooperate.
