And yet there it was — his cock standing stiff and proud as if it had every right to, skewered through with the rod and twitching with every little movement, radiating an obscenity that was impossible to ignore. Thin fluid beaded at the tip of the rod and caught the light, glistening.
“Master……”
Ivan hesitated on purpose, one more time. To make the Duke aware — of just how desperate he was, how aroused, how badly he needed to come properly. Whether the intention landed or not, the Duke stared fixedly at Ivan’s twitching lower half and tapped his fingers against the desk.
The Duke’s gaze was locked on Ivan’s cock. The sight of that little thing twitching as if to announce its own existence — he found it almost laughably pathetic. Something so slight and soft that a single hand and the barest squeeze could make it seem ready to burst, and yet it was straining to accommodate the rod. What would Ivan do, he wondered, if he actually crushed that cock in his fist. Would he still sob with pleasure even if it meant losing the use of it? The Duke was entertaining thoughts that would have sent Ivan fleeing in alarm — and then Ivan’s small moan pulled his gaze back up to meet the boy’s eyes.
“Ngh……”
The Duke, who had been watching Ivan in silence, shifted his gaze. That was his signal that he had taken in all of Ivan’s body. Ivan quickly turned, braced himself against the desk, and bent over before the Duke could say a word. The timing was just close enough that the Duke didn’t reprimand him for being slow. In truth, he had been about to say something — but couldn’t tear his eyes away from that flushed, gaping hole clenching and rippling in front of him, and the words of reproach simply wouldn’t come. Degrading ones, however, spilled out without hesitation.
“After taking so much cock yesterday — still not enough?”
“Master……”
“I’ve had something inside you every single day, and somehow you still haven’t gotten used to it. Is it that you’re still not satisfied, or just that you’re greedy.”
The Duke reached out and stroked Ivan’s hole lightly with one finger. The flesh was soft and yielding. The toy buried in that hole was quite a substantial size for Ivan to be taking. It made sense — in the early days, when the Duke had first taken Ivan, it had been made to stretch what was then a surprisingly small opening, so of course it wasn’t small. Having held that large toy for so long, the hole had already spread wide and was twitching and clenching, and every time it fluttered — the taut folds of skin pulling taut and trembling — it was utterly, obscenely lewd.
“What on earth am I going to do with this filthy body of yours.”
“Ngh……! I, I’m sorry. Master…… hgh.”
Every time the Duke’s fingertips grazed the open, spread hole, Ivan’s hips flinched and his legs shifted restlessly. He might love this kind of thing, but that didn’t mean he had no sense of shame. Only unlike most people, Ivan felt pleasure through that shame.
Bracing himself against a desk and offering his own backside up to his Master — how utterly mortifying. His face and ears burned, and the hole, already so thoroughly loosened, was just as flushed. The way it clenched around the toy every time the Duke’s hand made contact held the Duke’s gaze completely. Thinking about the Duke staring straight at the most shameful part of him — Ivan flushed hotter with arousal, his breathing grew ragged, his hips trembled — but he suppressed it, barely, without letting it show.
But the Duke didn’t leave him alone. With just the tips of his fingers, and even the edge of his nail, he tickled and pressed against that tender flesh — and how was Ivan supposed to endure that without feeling anything? When even that slightest stimulation had Ivan unable to stay still, his hips beginning to lift, the Duke let out a contemptuous sound and a sharp hand came down.
Crack—!
“Ah!”
“Can’t hold still for even a moment.”
How do you expect to get any work done in this state. A single swat from the Duke and Ivan felt the shockwave ripple through his entire body. The rough, large hand came down hard against his backside — the impact hit first, followed by pain rising in its wake, and the pain turned to pleasure in an instant. His hips snapped forward, the hands gripping the desk tightened, and the pale skin bloomed red, the clear imprint of a hand etched vividly into his flesh. Ivan, thighs trembling, dropped his head low and bit down on his lip.
Whether he was hiding the expression of someone utterly overcome with pleasure. Curled toes, the moans he was struggling to hold back, his slender hips quivering, arms that looked ready to give out at any moment — everything except his face was laid bare before the Duke’s eyes. What was he supposed to do with a body this weak that couldn’t hold out against even one slap. The Duke looked down at Ivan and stroked the hole again with his fingertips.
Had the slap done its job. The squirming had died down somewhat compared to before. But the faint trembling couldn’t be concealed. Especially when the Duke dragged his nail along the folds of the hole — the way Ivan’s hips jerked beyond his control at even that was impossibly indecent. The sight of it stoked the Duke’s desire, and his eyes, which had been cold just moments ago, had grown heavy and dark with arousal.
“Ivan.”
“Yes, yes……”
Ivan’s voice sounded like it was right on the edge of tears. The effect it had on the Duke was immense. The Duke curved his mouth upward, rose from his seat, and laid his body over Ivan’s back — one hand dropping to close around that small, stiff little cock. He had held it countless times now, and it was small every time — always small, no matter what.
The moment the Duke’s hand closed around him, Ivan startled and ducked his head further down, his hips jerking. His toes lifted off the floor and his hips rose — a significant jolt of sensation — and knowing that, the Duke tapped against the rod still buried in the tip of Ivan’s cock and whispered against his ear.
“Hgh……!”
The Duke asked only one thing. Whether Ivan had come without permission or not. Under normal circumstances he would have held out somehow — but this time it had genuinely been the butler’s unexpected touch that made him lose control. He couldn’t lie. Ivan swallowed a sob and had no choice but to confess.
“Hah…… I came once……”
“Just now?”
“Yes, just then. Ugh! Master…… I’m sorry…… ah, hah.”
Ivan apologized before the Duke could say anything. Under normal circumstances it would have been words said on reflex, but right now they came from someplace genuine. Honestly — even he had reached his limit.
Ivan wanted to come properly. Since the night before he hadn’t been able to finish with any ease — each time had been cut off partway, each climax incomplete, each release nowhere near satisfying — and the need had been building in him until it felt like it might kill him. He wanted to come thoroughly, even if it was nothing but thin, watery fluid. Whether the Duke sensed all of this, he narrowed his eyes and asked again.
“What do you mean?”
“Without Master’s permission…… ugh, I, I came on my own…… hgh. I’m sorry for letting my body get so aroused. I’m sorry. Master……”
Ivan sniffled and continued speaking with his head bowed low. Having to say these humiliating things out loud about himself — that too was something the Duke had taught him. Because the Duke liked it, Ivan had no choice but to say them, embarrassing as they were. At that answer, the Duke smiled and pinched the very end of the rod lightly between his index finger and thumb.
Feeling the Duke’s hand move, Ivan held his breath and waited for the rod to be removed. But what he had hoped for didn’t follow. The Duke paused and added something.
“If you’ve done something wrong, what do you have to receive?”
“……P-punishment……”
The Duke whispered to Ivan in a gentle voice. What on earth was he planning. Unable to read the Duke’s mind, Ivan exhaled a warm, shaky breath and tried to read his expression. The Duke liked seeing Ivan’s obedience. And so Ivan showed him — quietly, fearfully, but prepared to receive whatever was coming — and pressed his fist tight.
That small motion would have been visible to the Duke. That Ivan was afraid but steeling himself. And it seemed to work — as if to say good boy, the Duke covered Ivan’s clenched fist with his other hand — and without warning, yanked the rod out in one swift motion.
“Ah……!!”
With no time to brace himself, lost in the Duke’s gentleness and watching his every expression, Ivan’s entire body jerked violently at the sudden removal and he involuntarily sank to the floor. With the rod gone, the blocked channel was suddenly opened — and thin fluid came gushing out in rolling pulses. Slumped weakly beneath the desk, still wracked with tremors that hadn’t yet subsided, Ivan desperately wanted to grab hold of his cock — still throbbing like it might burst — and soothe it somehow.
No matter how much he loved stimulation, a jolt as intense as that just now was more than even he could manage. Not from pain — but from how overwhelmingly good it felt. But to the Duke looking down at him, Ivan probably looked like someone startled and overwhelmed and shaking with distress.
“Ivan. Bend over.”
“Hgh…… M-Master. Master……”
The tingling sensation still hadn’t left his cock, and Ivan couldn’t properly get up — his body trembling as he called out to his Master. The aftershocks still hadn’t faded. But the Duke showed him no mercy. Because the punishment he had to receive hadn’t even begun yet.
“Bend over again. Who gave you permission to fall apart.”
When that gentle tone turned cold again, Ivan swallowed his tears, pressed his hands against the desk, and forced himself up. He couldn’t bring himself to look back. Just imagining what expression the Duke must be wearing was enough to make fluid threaten to leak from him — if he actually saw that face, it would be all over, and the Duke would know right away how aroused he truly was. Ivan pressed his fist tight again, bit down on his lip, and had no choice but to quietly sing a sad song inside his own head.
Calm down, hold it together. He couldn’t afford to forget — he was supposed to be someone being slowly, reluctantly broken in by the Duke.
“You haven’t even started yet and it’s already dripping like that. What am I supposed to do with this useless thing.”
But no matter how firmly he set his mind, it was no easy thing to manage. The anticipation of what punishment was coming had his cock leaking steadily, drops of clear fluid beginning to fall to the floor one by one.
“Words really don’t work on this body of yours. What on earth do I do with something this indecent.”
