Chapter 28

It wasn’t that he didn’t understand the concept of blowing on an injury to soothe the pain. He was just utterly flabbergasted that Grondil was offering to do it in this terrifying scenario. The moment he watched his throbbing nipple vanish between the Duke’s parted lips, every single hair on the back of his neck stood at attention.

He was suddenly enveloped in searing, wet heat. The sensation was entirely alien, but when a slick muscle—soft on the surface yet rigid at its core—flicked against the sensitive peak to tease it, Lino’s shoulders violently contracted.

“Y-Your Highness…? Why are you… Ah…! S-Stop it, please!”

“Why? I’m kissing it better, just as promised.”

“Don’t speak… with your mouth attached to that!”

I don’t want to.

Staring directly into Lino’s furiously blushing face, Grondil’s unvoiced refusal hung in the air like a petulant child’s rebellion. Because he was speaking around the nipple secured firmly between his lips, his pronunciation was muffled. However, the eyes pinned on Lino were those of an apex predator locking onto its prey. Crushed by the sheer dominance of that stare, Lino was forced to withdraw the hand he had raised to physically shove the Duke’s head away.

“Hk!“

Hard teeth began to rhythmically grind against the peak, which had hardened from a dizzying mix of lingering pain and unfamiliar stimulation. Ultimately, Lino’s trembling hands abandoned Grondil’s hair, electing to fiercely clutch the bedsheets instead. He knew, with terrifying certainty, that if he tried to violently yank the man’s head back, Grondil would just bite the trapped flesh clean off.

As if rewarding Lino for his total submission, Grondil retracted his teeth, driving the rigid tip of his tongue directly into the center instead. Simultaneously, he abandoned his earlier restraint, using his free hand to pinch, press, and gently roll the neglected right nipple into a hard peak.

In between the wet sucking and relentless kneading, he interrogated his captive.

“Still feeling nothing?”

“Ugh, nn… It just feels bizarre.”

Once the initial shock of being sucked into a scalding, wet cavern faded, all that remained was a dull, thrumming discomfort. The act itself wasn’t foreign; he routinely performed this exact foreplay on the women he slept with. Sure, a few partners had attempted to return the favor by fondling and licking his chest, but his immediate refusals ensured it never escalated.

“Is that so? Then what about this?”

Realizing Lino was deriving absolutely zero pleasure from the current method, Grondil escalated his assault. He opened his jaws wider, consuming the entire areola and a massive chunk of the surrounding flesh. The quiet bedroom was instantly filled with wet, obscene smacking noises as he sucked with violent enthusiasm.

“Gah…! H-Hold on a second…!”

Scrunching his face in distress, Lino hauled desperately on the mangled bedsheets. The dull discomfort instantly flared into a stinging numbness. Neither sensation was remotely pleasurable, but as Grondil used his teeth to scrape, gather, and release the flesh encircling the areola—mercilessly stimulating the entire pectoral—a searing heat bloomed over the numbness.

Simultaneously, the hand ravaging his other chest grew significantly rougher. The fingers that had playfully flicked and rolled the nub suddenly dug their nails in, pressing down viciously on the very center. However unpleasant, stimulation was still stimulation. When the sharp keratin buried itself deep into the tiny crevice of the swollen peak, a piercing jolt of pure agony lanced straight through his chest. It was enough to force a stray tear from his eye.

As if trying to soothe the torment he had just inflicted, Grondil smoothed his massive hand over the entire pectoral, kneading it rhythmically. The thick muscle was yielding and pliant, allowing the pale flesh to swell and bulge through the gaps between the Duke’s thick fingers. After mercilessly kneading him like dough, the hand localized its assault, pinching the areola between two fingers, twisting brutally, and finally snapping away.

One side of his chest was tormented by a scalding, wet heat, while the other burned with a harsh, dry friction. Before he knew it, the discomfort and numbness evaporated entirely, replaced by a bizarre, electrical buzzing that began pooling directly in his nipples.

“Still feeling nothing?”

The identical interrogation struck him again. Struggling to regulate breathing that had grown embarrassingly ragged purely from having his chest molested, Lino gasped out a reply. If he remained silent, the bastard would undoubtedly just keep torturing him until he broke.

“It… it’s buzzing and numb.”

“But it doesn’t hurt?”

“Right… it doesn’t h-hu—Ack!“

The moment the confirmation left Lino’s mouth, Grondil bit down on the abused flesh so savagely it guaranteed permanent teeth marks, before finally pulling away. A pain identical to being branded with hot iron ripped Lino’s final syllable into a sharp scream.

“It isn’t the answer I wanted to hear, but since you were honest, we shall move on to the next phase.”

“The… next phase?”

“Why ask such innocent questions?”

A dark smirk stretched across Grondil’s face as he straightened his posture. Seizing Lino’s knees with both hands, he shoved them wide apart and slotted his body into the opening. The motion naturally forced Lino’s thighs upward, exposing the pale curve of his buttocks. Stripped bare without his knowledge, his hairless, utterly vulnerable groin was presented to the Duke without a single shred of filtering. Liberated from the suffocating press of the bedsheets, the exposed skin of his rear flinched upon contact with the cool air.

“Don’t rush me. It’s dangerous.”

Firmly anchored between the parted legs, Grondil drove his hips forward, forcing his way deep enough that Lino’s rear was hoisted directly onto the Duke’s half-kneeling thighs. The soft, rounded flesh of Lino’s ass was brutally crushed against the rock-solid muscle beneath him.

“To think you managed to hide such an obscenely slutty body in my own mansion this entire time.”

Grondil swiped a tongue over his lips as he murmured the dark observation. Staring down at his own indecently hoisted lower half with utterly bewildered eyes, Lino desperately wanted to scream a violent objection to the Duke’s muttered insult.

He desperately wanted to scream that while his chest and ass might be exceptionally thick, his body was absolutely not some slutty spectacle, nor had he ever “hidden” in the mansion. However, the scathing rebuttal died in his throat the moment Grondil wrapped his massive hand around his cock.

“It seems this truly is your first time.”

Grondil toyed with the flaccid, pink flesh resting between Lino’s thighs. Lino possessed a moderately thick, long cock—more than enough to satisfy a woman—but the absolute lack of pubic hair gave it a remarkably boyish appearance. Slowly stroking the captured length up and down, the Duke murmured, “To think I’d ever look at a grown man’s dick and call it boyish. It is the prettiest white cock I have ever seen.”

“Please… refrain from such remarks…”

“It’s the perfect size to grip, the texture is exquisite, and even the slit on the cock head is beautifully shaped,” Grondil continued, utterly ignoring the plea. “The little hole for your cum is so adorable, it makes me want to see it drooling instantly.”

Releasing his death grip on the bedsheets, Lino clamped his hands tightly over his ears. Growing up in the slums meant he was intimately familiar with vulgar obscenities. However, surviving those crude remarks was easy when they were directed at others; he could simply let them go in one ear and out the other. Now that he was the sole target of such explicit filth, he desperately wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“You said you belonged to the Order of St. Margia, correct?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Is that an order composed entirely of eunuchs? How could anyone resist fucking this?”

“…”

Fuck. I wish he’d just shut his mouth.

Despite his desperate attempts to block the sound, Grondil’s deep, resonant voice easily pierced the gaps between his fingers, vibrating heavily against his eardrums. While the unfamiliar chest play had yielded zero pleasure, the direct stimulation to his genitals effortlessly ignited a fire in his core. Starved for release, Lino unconsciously thrust his hips into Grondil’s palm. It had been years since another person had touched him. Forced into strict celibacy during his tenure with the Order of St. Margia, it was only natural his resolve crumbled instantly under the Duke’s masterful touch. A grip and speed vastly different from a woman’s soft, petite hands skillfully constricted his cock, relentlessly stroking and tugging as if trying to rip it out entirely.

“Hngh, ah, haah…“

Lino bit down brutally on his lower lip to stifle his moans. Beads of precum weeping from his slit slicked Grondil’s dry palm. As the sporadic drops swelled into a steady drool, the dry friction of flesh against flesh morphed into wet, obscene sloshing.

“How about this?” Grondil asked, his eyes dark. “Does it feel good?”

“Ah, haha… yes. It f-feels good. Hngh!“

“If it feels good, stop holding back your moans.”

“Hnng… that’s a bit…” Dropping his hands from his ears, Lino frantically shook his head. Whimpering with his ears plugged made the humiliating sounds echo directly in his brain, sending horrified shivers down his spine.

“Perhaps I need to dig into this spot to make you sing properly.”

“Hrk…!“

Grondil’s free hand pressed firmly into Lino’s cleft. A long finger wedged between the clenching cheeks and stabbed directly against his hidden entrance, causing the muscles in Lino’s thighs and buttocks to instantly lock down. Burrowing deeper, Grondil shifted his weight until Lino’s lower half was entirely straddling his thigh. The finger pressing against his puckered hole slowly slid upward, mercilessly scraping the swollen perineum. Outside of basic hygiene, Lino had lived his life practically oblivious to that area’s existence. Now, thanks to Grondil, he agonizingly realized just how devastatingly sensitive it was.

Grondil mashed his palm against Lino’s testicles and perineum, grinding heavily. Just below that, he repeatedly buried the tip of his thumb into the stubbornly clamped hole. Unlike four days ago, this was a clear declaration of his intent to completely breach him today. The shadows rippling across Grondil’s muscular arm deepened as his stroking pace violently accelerated. Whenever his thumb brushed Lino’s slit, he deliberately scraped his nail against it to ruthlessly force a climax. Blue veins bulged against Lino’s jaw and neck; moments later, thick, sticky strands of white semen erupted into the air.

“Hah, haah…! Ah, haaah…“

Opaque fluid splattered heavily over Lino’s groin, painting Grondil’s knuckles and forearm. Having been denied release for four days, the sharp, musky scent of semen hung thick in the air. Sluggishly trailing downward, the cum glided past the perineum and pooled directly over the tightly pleated entrance, as if signaling it was time to prepare the passage. Inhaling deeply, Grondil savored the metallic tang of Lino’s climax before hauling the man’s ass cheeks apart with one hand. He methodically scooped up the lazy trails of semen and smeared them brutally into the shyly exposed hole.

Lino made no attempt to block or dodge Grondil’s intrusive touch. He had mentally steeled himself for this inevitability days ago. Granted, as a man with entirely conventional sexual preferences who had strictly slept with women, the Duke’s homosexual advances were jarringly foreign, yet they didn’t evoke outright repulsion. This bizarre tolerance stemmed directly from his years in the Order of St. Margia. Pack a bunch of hot-blooded men into secluded barracks, and same-sex relations naturally blossomed. Even without firsthand experience, Lino was thoroughly educated on exactly what went where.

The man entirely responsible for eradicating Lino’s aversion to gay sex—and supplying him with an utterly baseless sense of confidence—was his former roommate, Rodic.

Senior A slept with Junior B and now he can’t get it up for women. C can’t cum unless his ass is plugged. Threesomes are absolutely mind-blowing… Whether Lino wanted to hear it or not, the graphic sexual exploits of his fellow knights were violently shoved down his ear canals. If he had drawn a relationship chart based on the daily gossip, it would have resembled a tangled ball of steel wool. They weren’t filled with holy spirit; they were driven entirely by their dicks. He used to joke that’s why they were called “Holy” Knights—they worshiped the hole.

While he wasn’t entangled in that particular steel wool of degeneracy, Lino still swallowed nervously, bracing himself for his impending first time with a man. It’s fine. I just need to do what I studied. It’s not like my ass is actually going to tear, right? Armed with his chronic optimism and the belief that time heals all wounds, Lino resolved that if he couldn’t avoid fucking Grondil, he might as well try to enjoy it. Still, relying solely on secondhand barracks gossip felt reckless, so he had diligently crammed for the occasion. The top-tier smartphone and laptop provided by his filthy rich Duke had proven immensely helpful.

There were countless people in the world, and their fetishes were equally diverse. After taking a deep breath and searching combinations of keywords like men, same-sex, sex, prep, precautions, he was bombarded with a staggering array of sites he couldn’t have fathomed in his wildest dreams. Although he hit a paywall immediately after painstakingly registering an account—limiting his education to brief, agonizingly censored preview clips—the thumbnails alone provided enough context to grasp the basic mechanics of gay sex. Use lube, stick fingers in one by one to loosen the hole, insert cock. Done.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t until he was facing the actual battlefield that Lino realized his crash course had fatally overlooked the most crucial variable: the partner’s size.

Staring with wildly trembling eyes at the monstrous weapon resting heavily on his thigh, he choked out a question. “Your Highness, what… what is that?”

“Hmm? This?” Grondil glanced down. “Can’t you tell just by looking? It’s my cock.”

“…”