Chapter 29

Ah, right. Since it’s attached to Your Highness’s crotch, it must be Your Highness’s cock. But why does it look like a fucking lethal weapon?

Unable to maintain eye contact with the massive bludgeon crushing his thigh, Lino whipped his head away, biting fiercely into the inside of his cheek to swallow a terrified scream. Is that even a human body part? Even after averting his gaze, the overwhelming presence of the dark, gargantuan club felt more akin to a blunt-force weapon than a biological organ. The visual shock was so severe that the dark monstrosity remained seared into his peripheral vision, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut entirely.

Noting Lino’s tightly shut eyes, Grondil let out a soft chuckle. “What’s wrong? Afraid it won’t fit?”

“Ha, haha. The size is… quite extraordinary, Your Highness.”

“It is rather exceptional,” the Duke agreed smoothly. “But it’ll slide in just fine, so don’t worry your pretty head about it.”

“It’ll slide in… just fine? That thing?”

Lino’s eyes snapped open, his previous desperate attempt to ignore the violently erect cock utterly forgotten at the absurd claim that it would ‘slide in just fine’. Doubting his own sanity, he stared back at the monstrous appendage resting on his thigh, praying his vision was just distorted by an optical illusion.

“…”

The moment his gaze landed on it, the vein-ridged flesh twitched menacingly. It somehow looked even larger than before. In a horrifying flash of clarity, Lino confirmed his eyesight was perfectly fine and optical illusions were a myth. He simultaneously realized exactly whose perspective the phrase “slide in just fine” belonged to. To the Duke, as long as he could relentlessly shove it inside, who gave a damn if his partner’s sphincter was ripped to shreds in the process? Technically, it wasn’t a lie.

“I told you it’s fine. I’m exceptionally skilled at loosening things up,” Grondil crooned.

He raised his middle finger, drawing it slowly across his red tongue until the thick digit gleamed with slick saliva. Watching the obscenely erotic display in a daze, Lino felt a fresh wave of heat pool in his previously sated groin. This man was simply too devastating of a visual stimulant. After thoroughly coating his finger with a wet smack of his lips, the Duke offered a dangerously sweet smile and immediately shoved his digit against Lino’s tight entrance.

“Ugh…!“

Having exclusively functioned as an exit his entire life, Lino’s completely untouched hole seized violently, puckering shut in a desperate panic. The deep pink sphincter clenched agonizingly tight, instinctively trying to repel Grondil’s invading finger. Noting the fierce resistance, the Duke’s brow twitched before he let out a dark chuckle.

“Looks like you truly haven’t ever taken so much as a single finger here.”

“Isn’t that… painfully obvious…?”

While Lino’s pathetic physical resistance was mildly irritating, the absolute certainty that he was the very first person to breach this hidden sanctuary clearly pleased the Duke immensely.

“Why? There’s zero risk of pregnancy between the same sex, is there? Isn’t it the current trend among humans these days to keep at least one same-sex lover on the side?”

“…” Humans?

Lino felt a bizarre sense of déjà vu at Grondil’s phrasing. It certainly wasn’t the first time the Duke had casually dropped a comment that implied he fundamentally excluded himself from the human race.

Rustle. The crisp sound of crinkling plastic echoed from below. Grondil was casually tearing the corner off a small, flat, square packet. Because the flimsy plastic was completely black on both sides, its contents were entirely obscured. However, the squarish shape was horrifyingly familiar to Lino.

That looks exactly like a condom…

Except, what oozed from the torn edge wasn’t a rolled-up latex ring, but a thick glob of transparent jelly.

“What is that?” Lino demanded, highly doubting the man would casually bust out real lube in this situation.

Instead of an answer, Grondil fired back a question. “Why are you asking me?”

“Pardon?”

“I pulled it out of your pants pocket. It’s lube specifically designed for men.”

“What? That’s impossible. I’ve been completely celibate for years in the Knight Order…”

Just as he was about to vehemently deny the accusation, the haunting echoes of a certain bastard’s voice invaded his mind.

You’ll be staying in the capital for a long time, so shouldn’t you be thoroughly prepared?

Haha! Obviously, this hyung is just trying to help you embrace the glamorous city life—

Between escorting distinguished guests, wouldn’t spending passionate nights with the beautiful flowers of the capital make for a truly regret-free deployment?

That fucking son of a bitch.

Inwardly, Lino screamed every curse word he knew at Rodic, his former roommate who was likely currently rolling in the dirt at the Order of St. Margia’s training grounds. Lino had turned his belongings inside out—even checking his socks—convinced he had successfully confiscated every single condom and packet of lube that menace had planted. Apparently, he had missed one. He should have conducted a second sweep when he unpacked at the Duke’s mansion. Allowing his laziness to override his caution was a fatal, irredeemable error.

“I thought it was a condom, but it’s lube designed specifically for men. Did you really want me to fuck you that badly?”

“No.”

Lino’s immediate denial wrung a dry chuckle from Grondil. A strong denial is practically an admission… The laugh was laden with mocking implication.

Using his thumb, the Duke pushed firmly against the thin plastic wrapper, squeezing every last drop of the contents into his palm. Scooping up a generous glob with his fingers, he slathered the slick substance directly over Lino’s tightly clenched entrance.

“Hngh…“

Trapped between the natural heat of his buttocks, the sudden shock of the cold gel against his most sensitive, burning flesh caused his rear to instinctively flinch and twitch.

“Stay still,” Grondil commanded, delivering a sharp slap to Lino’s cheek. Smack! The crisp, resonant sound of flesh striking flesh echoed loudly. He hadn’t hit him hard, but the collision between Grondil’s massive hand and Lino’s enviably plump rear produced a startlingly loud noise.

“Ah, ugh… Hnng…”

Proving the “specifically for men” label wasn’t just for show, Grondil’s middle finger effortlessly breached the stubbornly locked sphincter, sinking entirely to the hilt in a single thrust. Perhaps due to his sheer size, the Duke’s finger was abnormally long and thick.

“I’ve only put one finger in, and you’re already groaning like this. How are you going to handle the rest?”

The digit began to slide slowly back and forth, mercilessly churning Lino’s tight internal walls. True to Grondil’s taunt, if just one finger was causing this much distress, how the hell was he supposed to accommodate that monstrous, fleshy bludgeon? If he forces that in, won’t I literally tear apart and pass out from massive blood loss?

If he were stabbed by a blade, it would be one thing. But dying from excessive blood loss because his ass was ripped open by a cock? If it came to that, he’d rather just drown himself in a shallow puddle to escape the sheer indignity.

As the jelly-like lube melted under the combined heat of Grondil and Lino’s bodies, it began generating wet, sticky, obscene sounds. Apparently far more viscous than standard love lube, thick white strings of the substance snapped and reformed every time the back of Grondil’s hand brushed against Lino’s ass cheeks.

Yet, despite relentlessly sliding his finger to pave the way, Grondil made absolutely no effort to seek out the swollen prostate hidden somewhere along the internal wall.

That’s weird. I read that during the loosening phase, you’re supposed to find the spot that feels good.

Lino simply bit his lip and desperately clawed at the bedsheets, enduring the entirely painful intrusion. He was far too mortified to casually suggest, ‘Hey, maybe try looking for my prostate while you’re at it?’ So, he simply suffered in silence.

Before he knew it, three fingers had been swallowed by his hole, the entrance messily slicked with white, foamy lube. To Grondil’s eyes, the sight was breathtakingly obscene. To the victim, Lino, the experience yielded absolutely zero pleasure. Having already climaxed once, his cock hung limp and pitiful, flopping lifelessly with the rhythm of Grondil’s thrusting hand.

“Look at this. You’ve already swallowed three.”

“I don’t… need to look… to k-know… hngh… Ugh, hurgh.”

Grondil had added the extra fingers without a single word of warning, forcing Lino to frantically suppress a rising wave of nausea. He wasn’t just thrusting them in, either; he was splaying them wide like a pair of scissors and violently wiggling them around, making the ordeal exponentially more agonizing.

“Please, s-stop now… Hnng…”

Even if this was supposed to be a punishment, sex was fundamentally an act where both parties experienced pleasure. If he was just going to inflict pain, he shouldn’t even bother calling it sex.

Lino was on the verge of begging the man to just skip this entirely and give him a standard beating instead. However, before he could finish his desperate plea, Grondil abruptly yanked his thrusting fingers completely out.

“Hrk…!“

The sudden absence of three thick fingers—which had been churning inside him with enough force to seemingly bury the knuckles—left Lino’s hole pulsing and gaping as if protesting the sudden emptiness. The bizarre sensation of cool room air rushing into his friction-burned, scalding walls sent violent shivers rippling through his buttocks.

Staring at Lino’s pulsing entrance with feverishly glossy eyes, Grondil asked, “Do you enjoy pain?”

The question was undeniably directed at Lino, yet the Duke’s gaze remained obsessively glued to the reddened, gaping hole, making it seem as if he were interrogating the orifice itself. And with the overstretched sphincter desperately clenching and unclenching, it almost looked like the hole was trying to answer instead of Lino’s mouth.

Flushing deep crimson from sheer mortification, Lino stammered out a reply. “N-No, I don’t…”

“If Sir Cliff prefers it rough and painful, I suppose I have no choice. I’ll simply have to accommodate your tastes.”

“No, I said I don’t!”

Lino’s eyes went wide as he frantically denied the accusation. But his protest simply bounced off the Duke.

“It makes sense. As the saying goes, it’s better to get the beating over with quickly. Whether I loosen you up a bit more or shove it in now, the pain will likely be identical. I’ll just put it in.”

“That’s not what I meant! Please, just calm down and listen to m—!”

Completely ignoring Lino’s frantic babbling, Grondil planted his knees and straightened his massive frame. He fluidly stripped off his shirt with one hand, tossing it aside. As he leaned his towering upper body forward, Lino’s ass—still resting on the Duke’s thighs—was hoisted even higher into the air.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Grondil gripped his aggressively erect cock and slapped it rhythmically against the skin surrounding Lino’s hole. The scorching hot, distinctly wet pillar of flesh stuck to Lino’s plump buttocks before peeling away, generating a series of wet, slapping noises. As the rock-hard, core-reinforced cock ruthlessly struck the pale skin, reddish welts bloomed instantly in its wake.

With his other hand, Grondil repeatedly pinched and spread the ass cheeks wide, his gaze utterly fixed on Lino’s frantically pulsing entrance. He was clearly calculating just how much the rapidly shrinking hole could stretch, gauging if it was truly capable of swallowing his massive girth.

Lino stared at Grondil’s deeply colored cock with eyes entirely devoid of hope. Just because the man was built like a mountain didn’t mean his dick had to be one too. The overall size was terrifying enough, but the head—the glans—was grotesquely swollen, practically the size of a baby’s fist. It bulged so prominently it almost looked as if something foreign was lodged inside it.

Is he sick or something?

To Lino’s eyes, the anatomy was so bizarre he genuinely wondered if the man needed to consult a physician. The owner of the monstrosity, however, simply gripped the shaft just below the head, pressed it firmly against Lino’s hole, and murmured without a shred of concern.

“Watch closely. Let’s see just how well your hole swallows me.”

“It won’t fit. That is absolutely not going to fi— Hngh… Uh… Hk…!”

The tip of Grondil’s glans began to burrow into Lino’s entrance. The hopelessly mismatched girth forced its way in, viciously crushing the surrounding flesh to breach the gate.

“Ah, it w-won’t f— Khhk, ugh, hnng…”

“Tch.“

As Lino’s body violently convulsed from the agonizing pain of being forcibly split open, Grondil clicked his tongue in annoyance. He straightened up from his kneeling position, standing fully upright. Grabbing the backs of Lino’s knees, he violently shoved them upward.

“Hk!“

The sickening crack from his lower spine was not an illusion. Lino couldn’t believe his own body was being folded in half until his knees practically smashed into his shoulders. He possessed absolutely nowhere near that level of flexibility. Muscles and bones, abruptly compressed and stretched beyond their limits, screamed in protest. Yet, a far more devastating agony was about to annihilate him entirely.

“Aaaagh!”

Straddling Lino’s completely folded body, Grondil drove himself in.