Chapter 9

Yet that very shame was the exact prize Silas and Adrian coveted most.

As bottomless ecstasy and searing disgrace crushed his mind, Lucian could endure no longer, arching his spine taut like a drawn bow.

His back lifted clean off the mattress as his spine curved, and a bestial cry tore from his bloodless lips.

“Ah, aaahn…! Ngh, aah!” Lucian wailed, his toes curling in paroxysms of acute pleasure.

Thoroughly broken and conditioned, Lucian’s body now spasmed in convulsing thrills that skirted the brink of climax at the mere brush of their fingers.

Looking down upon the lewd sight, the eyes of both men shone with deep satisfaction, knowing they had reduced the emperor to their absolute plaything.

When Lucian twisted in the afterglow of pleasure and attempted to crawl away, Adrian gave him no respite, raising a heavy military boot to stomp down upon Lucian’s raw, bruised entrance.

“Where do you think you’re going, Your Majesty?” Adrian drawled, grinding his boot heel down into the wounded flesh. “We’re nowhere near finished.”

Forcing Lucian’s legs wide apart, Adrian began to grind the sharp, iron-capped toe of his boot into Lucian’s sensitive clitoris.

As the swollen, feverish clitoris grated against the cold iron, Lucian shrieked and shuddered. Adrian did not relent, nudging the iron toe shallowly into the urethral meatus and stirring it; overwhelmed by the violation, the parted labial flesh adhered stickily to Lucian’s inner thighs.

The moment Adrian applied force with his foot, the boot’s toe sank deep into Lucian’s passage, gouging cruelly across his inner lining.

“Aah! Aaaagh! Ngh, uggh…!” Lucian screamed in raw terror as the iron toe invaded his body.

“There’s no need for Your Majesty to trouble yourself by getting up,” Adrian commanded with cold derision. “From now on, simply lie pinned to the floor, moaning and taking every cock we thrust into you!”

Silas yanked Lucian’s hair, wrenching his head back, then freed his cock and rubbed the weeping glans against the emperor’s drenched cleft.

Pressing close against his ear, Silas whispered viciously, “Now, that lewd pussy of yours will have to swallow both of our thick cocks at the same time. Keep your wits about you and bite down tight. We’re going to tear you completely to shreds!”

Ignorant of the depraved punishment awaiting him, pitiful Lucian was lifted into Adrian’s arms like a limp doll. Catching him by the waist and holding him upright like an infant, Adrian shamelessly displayed his ruined crotch directly toward Silas.

Trampled beneath Adrian’s boot moments earlier, Lucian’s entrance had swollen grotesquely, puffed up like a steamed bun. Through the gaping slit that could no longer close, arousal melted by pleasure trickled steadily, while his urethral opening protruded crimson, leaking dribbles of urine under the unbearable strain.

In particular, the clitoris nestled between the folds had engorged to the size of a peanut, throbbing obscenely and shivering as if the barest brush would send shockwaves through it.

Silas admired the wretched, salacious spectacle with covetous eyes, running his tongue over his lips.

“Oh my, Your Majesty,” Silas drawled, clicking his tongue in mock pity. “You’re bruised and swollen so appetizingly. How could you play the emperor in such a state? From now on, instead of ruler, you shall serve as our bitch, attending to us until your cunt is worn clean away.”

As Silas pressed his heavy, erect cock firmly against Lucian’s wet slit, Lucian shuddered, choking out animalistic whimpers within Adrian’s hold.

Gazing down at him, Silas spitefully slapped Lucian’s swollen clitoris with his palm, rolling and mashing the tender nub without mercy.

Amid the dazed blur of mingled pain and ecstasy, Silas dug his fingernails in, scraping sharply down the space between Lucian’s lewd urethra and clitoris.

“Ah, aah! Ngh, ahhh…!” Lucian cried out, his back arching off the mattress.

Lucian’s frame arched like a bow, coughing up a brief scream. Silas chuckled with satisfaction, flashing a sinister grin at Adrian.

With a dark chuckle, Silas suggested, “In my opinion, we ought to dress His Majesty in prettier clothes suited to him before we ruin him in earnest. Leaving him like this is far too dull, isn’t it?”

With those words, Silas tossed down a garment he had retrieved from somewhere nearby.

Yet rather than clothing, the items were strange, elongated strings of pearls and beaded cords encrusted with jewels. As Adrian spread Lucian’s thighs wider and pinned them in place, Silas picked up a strand of beads as though he had been waiting for that very moment.

“Now, Your Majesty,” Silas purred, dangling the glistening beads before Lucian’s glazed eyes. “I shall dress our emperor in the most beautiful attire in the world. Feel for yourself where these look finest draped upon you.”

Silas desecrated Lucian’s body with cruel, seasoned precision.

Layer upon layer of leather straps and pearl cords wound around Lucian’s neck, delivering both a choking constriction with every breath and the abrasive pressure of hard pearls digging into his skin.

Next, Silas turned his gaze toward Lucian’s chest. Already swollen scarlet and stretched so thin they appeared translucent from repeated torment, Lucian’s nipples looked precarious, as though blood would seep out at the lightest graze.

Silas smiled nastily like a predator cornering its prey, gripping the heavy clamps fastened to the bruised flesh in his large hand.

“Your Majesty,” Silas murmured with a predatory smirk, “shall we see how much longer these luscious buds can endure?”

The moment Silas finished speaking, he yanked the clamps downward with violent force. The stretched flesh paled to an ashen white, and the abnormal traction twisted Lucian’s entire body in silent agony.

Silas bore down harder, as if determined to rip the nipples clean off. Pushed past its limit, the flesh could hold no longer, snapping free with a resonant twang like a scream.

“Aaaaaaagh—!” Lucian screamed in sheer agony, his throat tearing on the shriek.

The instant the clamps snapped off his flesh, Lucian released a breath-stealing shriek. The pinched tissue sprang back, beading with drops of crimson blood; the nipples that had been crushed by heavy wood now quivered numbly in the open air, stripped of sensation.

The discarded clamps hit the floor with a cold clatter, but Lucian’s brain could not register the sound. A stinging ache dominated his entire chest, and through the power of hypnosis, that very pain transmuted into ecstasy, rushing down his spine.

In the grip of that bizarre sensation, Lucian floundered as if on the verge of losing consciousness.

In the end, a gush of thick fluid poured from Lucian’s trembling cunt.

Silas smiled wickedly with satisfaction at the sight of the emperor’s mangled, disfigured chest.

Then, crack! Silas’s broad, rough palm struck Lucian’s swollen, battered entrance head-on, sending a sharp, echoing slap through the chamber as the bruised flesh shuddered under the blow.

“You lewd little bastard!” Silas leaned down, his voice a venomous hiss against Lucian’s ear. “Pissing water from your hole just because we tugged on your nipples? You act more like a bitch with every passing second. How admirable that an emperor is learning how to be used like a common whore!”

Silas showed no sign of stopping. He began to wind cords strung with hefty pearls into intricate knots around Lucian’s chest and collarbones. Pearls as large as thumbs glided cold and smooth over Lucian’s fevered skin.

“Hngh… mmph…” Lucian whimpered, shivering as the cold stones grazed his flushed skin.

Each time the icy touch of pearls grazed him, Lucian squirmed, letting out pleasurable moans. Swollen taut, abraded, and raw, Lucian’s nipples protruded far larger and redder than the gems themselves. Despite the stinging wounds, Lucian could not bear the burning itch surging from within, rubbing his chest against the constricting strands of his own accord.

Whenever the aching nipples scraped against the chill pearls, Lucian’s hips spasmed in shivering delight.

“Ah, aah… It’s cold…” Lucian whimpered in wanton delirium. “But please… rub them more…!”

Pressing down on his own chest, Lucian begged for harsher stimulation. Watching this pitifully lewd display, Silas gripped Lucian’s slender waist and pulled the pearl cords tighter, forcing them to bite deeper into the emperor’s flesh.

Soon, Silas’s hand swept past Lucian’s raw opening; like a beast recognizing its master, Lucian’s cunt fluttered open and swallowed half of the tailor’s fingers of its own volition.

Silas, however, did not bat an eye at Lucian’s gushing slick or wanton contractions. Instead, he directed a malicious gaze beyond Lucian’s cunt toward the tightly closed, untouched anus, kneading and pressing the surrounding rim with spiteful intent.

“Ngh… ah, aah!” Lucian cried out, his hips recoiling from the probing touch at his rear.

When Silas’s finger plunged halfway into Lucian’s unprepared rear passage in a single thrust, Lucian’s body jerked violently, tearing a scream from his lips.

“This hole must itch unbearably too, doesn’t it?” Silas taunted, rotating his finger inside the tight sphincter. “It’s practically frantic to be fucked senseless! Today we’ll breach every last one of these tight holes, so scream your heart out!”

“Ngh, uggh…! It hurts too much… sob, hngh…!” Lucian wept, his fingers clawing at the bedding.

Lucian’s anus clamped rigid in shock at the foreign intrusion, but Silas twisted his finger and bored deeper, savoring the emperor’s agonizing resistance.

Sliding his finger free, Silas forced a strand of thick anal beads into Lucian’s tightly puckered passage.