“I’m s-sorry…… I need to get going, but my body…… hgh. My body won’t listen to me……”
“So that’s why you were crouched down here like this.”
“Yes……”
“The Duke has been asking for you. He wants to know what happened to his coffee.”
“Oh.”
Ivan went still at the butler’s words and opened his mouth. He made a point of visibly stiffening — putting on a show of distress — and the butler caught it, quietly curving the corners of his mouth upward where Ivan couldn’t see. When the butler’s voice reached Ivan’s ears, it was warm and gentle — but the content of what he said was anything but.
“There’s no coffee anywhere in sight.”
“Butler, about that——”
“Moaning in the hallway, unable to move because you can’t calm down that needy cock of yours.”
“Ngh…… no, Butler——”
“Getting yourself all riled up on your own with that massive toy shoved up inside you. Making the Duke wait — what a filthy, wretched body you have.”
“Ugh…… it’s not like I wanted this——”
“Such a filthy body and such a loud mouth to go with it. My, how much more training will it take before you learn to behave.”
“Butler……”
“With both your hole and your front all plugged up — would stuffing your mouth with a cock be the only way to keep you quiet?”
“Hah——!”
The butler murmured degrading words close to Ivan’s ear as his gaze dropped downward. The front of Ivan’s trousers, already straining like it might burst, and the damp mess beneath even with the rod in place — he didn’t need to look to know. To the butler’s eyes, the way Ivan flinched and trembled at every word made him want to torment the boy endlessly, over and over again. Just moments ago when those tear-filled eyes had turned back to look at him — it had sent a thrill crawling all the way down his spine.
The butler didn’t touch the boy in front of him the way the Duke did, but he occasionally let words like these slip out and enjoyed the reactions he got. And right now, the boy’s reactions were more than enough to satisfy him.
“The Duke is waiting for you, Ivan.”
He would have liked to enjoy the sight a little longer, but the butler couldn’t afford to waste any more time. He slid one hand beneath Ivan’s back and the other under his knees and lifted him off the ground. Cradled in the butler’s arms, Ivan covered his face with his hands and had no choice but to let himself be held, resting his head against the butler’s shoulder. The butler watched that and let out a quiet laugh, leaning in to murmur again in that same gentle voice.
“Shouldn’t you be covering that cock of yours that looks ready to burst — not your face?”
“Ngh…… Butler, please.”
Ivan flinched and curled his legs inward with every word the butler said. A man who looks this composed and proper, and he can talk like this too. As far as Ivan was concerned, it was absolutely perfect. He was covering his face because he couldn’t hide how much he was enjoying this — though the butler no doubt assumed it was out of embarrassment.
“Be grateful to the Duke. Otherwise you’d have been sitting in the middle of this hallway leaking all over yourself, spreading that indecent smell of yours all through the entire estate.”
“Hah…… yes…… yes……”
Ivan barely managed to answer in a voice that had shrunk to almost nothing. Why is everyone in this household so utterly, completely filthy. Ivan thought, not for the first time, that he had made the right choice coming here — and tucked his legs in again as he subtly parted his fingers. Through the gap, he could see the butler smiling. He had no idea what the man was thinking, but that handsome face was smiling — and with that face wearing a smile, there was no way Ivan’s body was going to——
Being carried in the butler’s arms meant his body swayed with every step, and everything buried inside him shifted and vibrated along with the movement, drawing moans out of him without his permission. The butler, hearing them, continued to let cutting words fall freely as he walked.
“No matter how aroused you are, try to hold back just a little. Can’t you manage that much when all you’re doing is being carried? You’re not a cat in heat.”
At the butler’s words, Ivan bit down on his lip and rubbed his cheek against the butler’s shoulder. On the surface, as if to say please stop talking like that — and on the inside, because he was so undone by every word he didn’t know what to do with himself. After several minutes of walking like that, the butler and Ivan finally arrived in front of the Duke’s study. A maid who had already been standing by outside dipped her head in greeting, then knocked and announced their arrival.
“Your Grace, the butler has arrived.”
“Let them in.”
The maid opened the door to reveal the familiar interior of the study. A stack of documents piled on the large desk. And there, seated behind it, the Duke lifted his head to look at the butler and Ivan.
The Duke looked at Ivan, cradled in the butler’s arms. It was the sort of sight that might have mildly irritated him — but as though it were a familiar enough scene, a thin, knowing smile crossed his face as he set his pen down on the desk.
“You’re late.”
“M-Master……”
At the Duke’s words, the butler smiled and brought Ivan to stand before him. Ivan called out to the Duke, hand pressed over his hammering heart. But the Duke didn’t answer — he looked at the butler instead. Beneath that smile was a cold, cutting gaze, and Ivan shrank back instinctively, fear creeping in.
Ivan barely managed to conceal his racing pulse and arranged his face into an expression of fear. I wonder what punishment it’ll be this time. His chest swelled with anticipation on the inside, but he couldn’t let the Duke see that — so he let tears gather at the corners of his eyes instead. Then he clutched the butler’s clothing and leaned against him, and in that moment the Duke’s eyebrow twitched almost imperceptibly. Meeting the Duke’s gaze, the butler set Ivan down on his feet and spoke without a moment’s hesitation.
“I found him sitting collapsed in the hallway all by himself, crying — with his cock standing at full attention, no less.”
“Hah——! Ah!”
Ivan, now standing on his own legs, trembled and barely managed to hold himself upright on legs that had lost all their strength. But as the butler said those words, he reached a hand down and closed it tightly around Ivan’s straining front, and Ivan’s hips snapped forward at the sudden jolt of sensation as he grabbed frantically at the butler’s arm. But in the same instant, all the stimulation he had been holding back doubled and crashed over him at once — Ivan’s vision went white as a moan tore out of him.
“Hgh…… hghh…… ugh……! B-Butler…… Butler……”
In the end, plugged as he was, Ivan came dry — and collapsed back against the butler, whole body shaking violently as he barely held himself together on legs that had gone completely limp. The Duke, watching every bit of it, crossed his legs and lifted one corner of his mouth.
“It seems our Ivan is so worked up after everything yesterday that he can’t keep himself in check.”
“Haah…… hah, th-that……”
“Come here.”
The Duke’s voice was cold. Perhaps he was displeased — after all, it was the butler, not the Duke himself, that Ivan had been leaning on and come from his touch. Ivan saw straight through it and inwardly cheered, letting the corners of his eyes droop even lower. At the Duke’s call, Ivan hesitated and shuffled forward. It was only two steps to reach the Duke’s side, but Ivan stalled on purpose — he had to look like he was frightened, stealing anxious glances at the Duke with fists clenched tight.
“Closer.”
“Master……”
“Butler, you may leave.”
“Yes, of course. Please rest well.”
“Ah……”
As Ivan inched toward the Duke, the Duke dismissed the butler. Ivan flinched and followed the butler’s retreating figure with his eyes. Being left alone here with the Duke — what on earth is he going to do to me…… The thought alone sent a shiver through him, and for a moment he forgot the Duke was right in front of him. The Duke noticed that Ivan’s gaze had drifted to the butler rather than staying on him — he tapped a finger against the desk, tilted his head, and fixed Ivan with a sharp, narrowed stare.
“Ivan.”
“……Oh, yes……! Yes, Master.”
Snapping back at the sound of his name, Ivan quickly looked at the Duke and answered — but it seemed he was already too late. Ignoring your own Master and trailing after someone else like that with your eyes — have you developed feelings for the butler? Or perhaps it’s something more base than feelings. The Duke’s voice carried a note of contempt. Ivan shook his head frantically in denial, but the Duke didn’t believe him. He’d found something to punish — or rather, he’d found another reason to add to the punishment. Why would he bother letting it go?
“Bend over.”
“Master, I…… I’m s-sorry. I really wasn’t looking at the Butler——”
“Ivan.”
“……Yes.”
“Bend over.”
The Duke cut off Ivan’s excuses and said it once more, and Ivan finally pressed his lips together and dropped his gaze. The way Ivan’s trembling hands moved to pull down his trousers was a behavior that had been conditioned into him through past training and punishment. When told to bend over, he was to remove his trousers on the spot and present himself — bare from behind — and lie bent over in front of the Duke.
When Ivan pulled his trousers down, his cock — which had just reached its peak dry — twitched, making its presence known. Though a presence it barely was, given how small and slight it was beyond measure. Despite all the times it had been touched, the cock, tinged a soft shade of pink, looked to any observer as though it had never once experienced anything sexual — a complete contradiction to the rest of this indecent body of his.
