“I’m worried, you see. Even after all of that, this filthy, greedy hole of yours is still clenching and asking for more. How am I supposed to leave with peace of mind.”
“N-no…… that’s not, hah……!”
“And I can’t very well leave a toy inside you for ten days, now can I.”
“Hgh! Hh……!”
The Duke spoke with an expression full of worry, and yet his hand still hadn’t stopped moving. The sound of fingers churning through his inner walls filled the room over and over again. Only when nearly all of the release inside had been worked out did the fingers finally withdraw.
The Duke’s fingers were slicked with it. He pressed the tips together and drew them apart, watching the thread stretch between them for a brief moment — then lowered his hand, and the end of it arrived at Ivan’s lips. The moment the Duke’s hand touched his mouth, Ivan parted his lips and welcomed the fingers in.
Fingers that had been buried deep in his own hole, coated in a release with a thick, musky scent — and yet Ivan sucked and lapped at them as though they tasted wonderful, cleaning each one thoroughly. The Duke watched that with a soft smile in his eyes, pressing down on Ivan’s tongue with his finger while the other hand stroked Ivan’s hair.
“You’ll be alright while I’m gone?”
“Mmph…… mm……”
Ivan’s words came out blurred — garbled around the fingers. But he nodded along with the muffled sound of agreement, and only after that did the Duke’s hand finally go still. The night had grown deep, and dawn was only a little way off. The Duke said it was time to sleep, gathered Ivan into his arms, and carried him to the bathroom. Cradled against the Duke’s chest, Ivan couldn’t fight the way his eyes kept falling shut, and let his head rest against the Duke’s shoulder.
How am I supposed to get through the time Master’s away……
There was only one thing occupying Ivan’s mind. That while the Duke was absent, there would be no one to torment him. Even after everything that had just been done to him, the thought of having no one to fill him while the Duke was gone made his body stir with restlessness — and Ivan closed his eyes.
That had been three days ago. The nights spent without the Duke — how peaceful they had been. Days without the person who tormented his body, set it ablaze, and made him come over and over without mercy — they were genuinely, utterly tranquil. An ordinary person would have savored such days — but Ivan was not ordinary. The previous night, unable to do anything about his restless, itching body, he had been reduced to touching his own chest and fingering himself just to get through it. He had managed to hold out for two days, but three seemed to be his absolute limit.
But a body that had been conditioned to crave being tormented and taken by someone else found no satisfaction in doing it himself. In other words — even though only one day had passed since his last time, Ivan’s body had already started to burn for more.
“The other servants don’t do anything for me…… I miss Master.”
Ivan murmured softly to himself as he stood by the window. Through the glass he could see many of the estate’s staff, but none of them caught his eye. None of them had the Duke’s build, and their cocks didn’t look anywhere near as impressive either. He could see some of the knights here and there — men with decent bodies — but the knights were a group he had to be careful around.
They wouldn’t be bad, of course — but they would almost certainly fall short of the Duke. More importantly, if he made the wrong move with one of them, rumor would spread through the entire order fast enough to reach the Duke’s ears.
Pick the wrong person, have it get back to the Duke, and end up thrown into a brothel or handed off to the knights as a convenience — that was a future he couldn’t live with. He wanted a Master who treated him roughly but still fed him properly and showed him enough affection in his own way — so the knights had to be ruled out. No matter how much he loved pleasure, a real brothel was something he genuinely, deeply did not want.
“Haah……”
Then again — even if he thought all this through, would any of them actually take him the way he wanted. Ivan was well aware that most people in the Duke’s household disliked him. Half of the looks he received were contempt, and the other half simply treated him as though he didn’t exist.
The Duke had made it this way. Ever since the Duke had once made Ivan crawl naked through the garden like a dog, the estate staff had begun to despise and disregard him. Filthy, what’s a male prostitute doing here — those were the kinds of things people said as he passed by, laughing openly.
In truth, quite a few of them looked at him with barely concealed, shameful desire — but because of the Duke, none of them dared actually touch him. Especially those who had witnessed the early days when Ivan had first arrived.
In the middle of all of it, Ivan struggled to keep his burning body in check. The Duke’s method of discipline — allowing others to mock him with contemptuous stares and whisper behind his back, while reserving all direct punishment exclusively for himself — was something Ivan never could have imagined, and it was always enough to drag Ivan right down to the very bottom. Ivan had grown accustomed to the Duke’s ways and always found them novel, and because he had been so thoroughly conditioned by them, there were very few people in the world who could actually satisfy him.
“It’s already noon.”
Without the Duke touching him, Ivan had slept deeply and woken early that morning. Which meant he had to fill the time by cleaning and wandering the estate like the rest of the staff. Not that he actually had to work — he had no work given to him anyway, between the staff who excluded him and the fact that he was usually kept so thoroughly in the Duke’s bed that he had little time to work at all.
The Ivan of right now had to find something to do just to endure the boredom. Fortunately, he had managed to get hold of a cloth and had been passing the time wiping down the window frames. Time had passed, and now it was noon — but Ivan’s boredom had reached its absolute peak. Isn’t there anyone to spend time with. He was tired of cleaning, and every time he moved, his nipples dragged against the inside of his clothing — raw and tingling, itching and stinging at once — and Ivan, unable to touch them, could only sink down where he was in a state of barely-contained frustration.
I miss Master.
The only thing coming to Ivan’s mind was his Master, the Duke. If there’s ever another trip far away, I should ask to be taken along next time. Ivan thought that, let out a small sigh, and stood up to head back to his room. But at that moment, a man came into view.
“Young Master……”
The man crossing the garden and heading into the building was the Duke’s eldest son. His solid build and handsome face made it obvious to anyone who saw him that he was the Duke’s son. The Duke had the slight edge in sheer size, but the eldest was still comparable enough to hold his own. Ivan’s gaze fixed itself on the Duke’s eldest — his firstborn son — and didn’t move.
Come to think of it, the Young Master was here.
His gaze followed the eldest with stubborn persistence. Perhaps feeling it, the eldest paused as he was heading inside and tilted his head up. Ivan, catching the eldest’s eye, flinched and immediately looked away. The eldest creased his brow as though he’d caught sight of something unpleasant, then continued inside and disappeared from view.
“Haah…… goodness.”
Feeling that look of contempt aimed at him, Ivan couldn’t stop the goosebumps that rose across his skin. Handsome face, a good body too. His cock is almost certainly the Duke’s size, and he probably inherited that forceful nature as well.
Found him. The person who’s going to keep me company for the rest of the time.
Ivan’s mind began turning quickly. There was no time to waste. It was noon now. The eldest would almost certainly be heading to the dining room for lunch — and Ivan couldn’t afford to miss that opportunity. Ivan’s steps, so different from the sluggish morning shuffle, were noticeably light and eager.
The Young Master dislikes me. More than dislike — he might outright despise me. Feeling that contempt aimed at him and thinking about what it would feel like to be pinned beneath it — Ivan steadied his racing heart and headed straight for the kitchen.
2. The Eldest Son, Leonard I
Ivan arrived at the kitchen and stepped carefully inside, watching for the reactions of the cooks and the staff setting up for the meal. No one paid him any attention. More accurately — everyone was devoting every bit of their focus to actively ignoring him.
This made things a little difficult. He wanted to help with the work too, but if they were going to pretend not to see him like this, there was nothing for Ivan to do — which meant he would have almost no chance of getting the Duke’s son to notice him. So Ivan summoned his courage, reached out, and caught the sleeve of the nearest manservant to speak to him.
“Excuse me……”
“What.”
“……C-could you let me help too……!”
“You……? Why?”
The manservant’s reaction when Ivan spoke to him was exactly what he had anticipated. The look that swept down over him was full of contempt — the kind that asked why did you come all the way here. At that look, Ivan shrank back in fear and let go of the sleeve he’d been holding. He dropped his gaze as though deflated, biting down on his lip.
“Because I’m…… a manservant of this household too. I, I want to help with the work……”
Ivan barely managed to answer in a trembling voice. The words carried not just to the manservant in front of him but to the staff around them as well. Everyone’s eyes turned to Ivan. They muttered to each other and laughed — the incredulity in their voices came through sharp and clear to Ivan’s ears.
Why did he come here, the Duke’s gone so he thinks he can relax, does a male prostitute have anything to do besides offer his body — all manner of words to humiliate and put Ivan down came flowing out. The kitchen, which had been buzzing with activity, began to fill with voices, and Ivan flushed and gripped the front of his shirt tightly.
“Never mind…… I must have come to the wrong place. I’m sorry.”
Ivan made an expression that looked ready to dissolve into tears at any moment. Tears gathered quickly at the corners of his eyes, and the trembling of his fingertips made it clear just how humiliated and frightened he supposedly was. One of the manservants who had been watching him steadily looked Ivan over, then curved his mouth upward as though an entertaining idea had just come to him — and held out a plate of food.
“No, stay. You’re staff too — you should help prepare the Young Master’s meal. It’s not like you’ve been able to work much, with the Duke keeping you busy all this time.”
The sudden shift in that one manservant’s attitude drew puzzled looks from the people around them. Ivan was no different. He hadn’t honestly expected to be welcomed — but he hadn’t anticipated the attitude changing this abruptly. What on earth is he thinking. Ivan stared with a slightly bewildered expression, and the manservant paused briefly, then smiled again and gestured for him to hurry up and take it.
