The unmanly, lewd cries spilled uncontrollably from Leira’s own mouth. The scorching wooden dildo pressed deep inside him, making it feel like his breath might stop.
There were several sensitive spots in what Edwin always called Leira’s “slutty hole.” One was shamelessly right at the hole, another was a plump ridge halfway through the passage, and the final, most sensitive point was so deep and obscene that only Edwin’s cock could reach it. While this wooden dildo didn’t quite hit that deepest spot, its thick veins and substantial girth were mercilessly stimulating Leira’s swollen sweet spot. If this had been a real cock, it would have been torn to shreds by Leira’s greedy hole by now. The wooden dildo pistoned in and out frantically, dripping the cum-like fluids pooled inside him onto the floor with each withdrawal, soiling the chair beneath him.
It felt like his entire body had become one giant sex organ. Leira thought this as he twisted and pinched his own nipples with his left hand, heightening his pleasure. His hole burned hot, his eyes unfocused and glazed—he looked just like a drugged-up masturbator. “Huaaah… hah, ah! Hah! Haaang!” As he shook his head from side to side, screaming, he suddenly lifted his legs into the air. In this awkward position, he raised his hips as high as possible to better receive the non-existent cum. Still trembling all over with his legs in the air, he suddenly let out a bestial howl as he shot his load in thick spurts. He could almost feel the phantom cum from the wooden dildo splattering deep inside him. Following the habit Edwin had drilled into him, Leira lifted his hips as high as possible to help the imaginary cum pool deep inside—but sadly, no cum would ever come from a wooden dildo.
“Huuu… ugh…” After shuddering in climax for ten minutes, Leira collapsed limply, his head drooping. He’d never felt this good from masturbation since tasting Edwin’s cock—it was a whole new world. With blurred vision, he checked the clock and saw only thirty minutes had passed. He planned to rest for exactly five minutes before cleaning up the floor and airing out the room before Edwin arrived.
Still with his eyes closed, savoring the afterglow with the dildo still inside him while gently rubbing his nipples, Leira forced his sleepy eyes open to pull out the dildo—just as the door suddenly opened.
“How am I supposed to manage if you leave like this?”
“I’ve done my part and told you everything that needs doing.”
“Told me everything?! Damn it! At least come to work once a week—no, once a month!”
Leira froze completely at the suddenly opening door. Edwin stepped one foot into the office, his eyes widening briefly before returning to their usual expression. Rowan’s voice came from behind Edwin, but Leira—
Leira was—
—had the wooden dildo buried in his ass, legs spread wide toward the door.
“…”
“…”
“…Get lost, Rowan.”
“But I at least want to properly greet Leira! Is he asleep?”
“I said get lost.”
At the cold tone, Rowan grumbled something about understanding before his retreating footsteps faded. The heavy door thudded shut, leaving Edwin standing before it like a grim reaper, his face expressionless.
“…”
Sweat dripped down Leira’s back like rain. His ass still stuffed with the wooden dildo.
Edwin stood with arms crossed, pondering how to correct this insolent brat. There was still so far to go. After just one or two hours apart, his fiancé was already stuffing himself with wooden dildos like a starved whore. How was he supposed to discipline him? As he stared blankly, the swollen hole around the wooden dildo squelched as it slipped out, dropping to the floor with a thud. Strings of fluid stretched from his gaping hole like spider silk.
Leira’s face paled, but the flush of arousal remained. He must have enjoyed himself thoroughly—his golden hair, bright as spring sunlight, was darkened with sweat, and his spread hole was clearly visible. Not as wide as when Edwin had first stretched him, but open nonetheless.
Just as Leira imagined the sound of the wooden dildo snapping in half under Edwin’s grip, Edwin frowned slightly, scratching near his eyebrow—a nervous habit. While he was pleased his fiancé had such enthusiasm, the sight of him enjoying a wooden dildo this much made his stomach turn. He rolled his tongue inside his cheek, glanced meaninglessly at the floor, then suddenly said:
“…Can’t even recognize your own husband.”
This stupid slut can’t even recognize his own husband.
Silence fell. At first, Leira didn’t understand what he’d heard. Then he began trembling as if he might faint.
“W-what did you just say?! You cursed at me! You cursed at me!”
Leira’s face went pale as he shrieked. Edwin smirked at Leira’s wet hole and still-hard nipples.
“Yeah.”
“…!”
“That’s what you are—a slut who doesn’t even recognize her own husband. Do you have any self-respect?”
Gasp. Leira took a deep breath. He didn’t know whether to be angrier at being called a slut or at the word “whore.” Edwin had always used all kinds of vulgar language to shock Leira, but he’d never directly insulted him before. Outside of sex, Edwin treated Leira with great care, and while Leira verbally abused Edwin as a debauched scoundrel and irredeemable trash, deep down he knew Edwin accepted him no matter what he did.
But now Edwin—had insulted him! Called him a stupid whore!
“H-how… how could you say such a thing…?”
Leira had intended to calmly point out Edwin’s behavior, but his voice came out shaking like an old goat’s. He wanted to die on the spot. Right now, he could run to a goat farm and baa his heart out, and no one would bat an eye.
“Why? Is it fine for you to play the whore when I’m not around, but not fine for me to call you one?”
Play the whore?! There were so many things Leira wanted to deny, but tears came first. He wanted to hurl equally vicious insults back at Edwin, to reduce him to a filthy street whore, but his throat clenched shut. Inside, he was furious enough to go mad—imagining turning Edwin into the lowest kind of rent boy.
Now sitting with his legs closed, Leira could barely make a sound as he sniffled. Edwin frowned irritably.
The moment his fiancé was out of sight, he went running around flirting with everyone, and when his hole got horny, he stuffed it full of lube-covered wooden dildos and came all over himself. Edwin genuinely doubted Leira’s fidelity. Having such a whore for a fiancé was rotting him from the inside out.
Annoyed, Edwin strode forward and grabbed Leira, making him flinch and jerk his whole body.
“Nngh!”
The familiar touch of a man’s hand on his still-sensitive body sent an electric shock from his toes to his scalp. Leira let out an “ah…” sound before covering his mouth with both hands.
Edwin looked at Leira—naked, covered in his own cum—and let out a derisive “Ha!” Leira’s whole body trembled at that laugh.
“You… you won’t be walking out of here on your own feet today.”
***
“Hngh! Ahh, hng! I’m sorryyy…! Aaang!! Ah!!”
His hands barely supported his weight against the floor. Leira knelt with his heels lifted, his face pressed toward the ground, drooling apologies. His face was a mess of unwashed tears and snot.
“Shut up.”
His traitorous hole, which never listened to its husband’s words, was being pounded by the wooden dildo so violently its shape was barely recognizable. Edwin held Leira’s abdomen tightly with one arm while ruthlessly fucking his hole with the wooden dildo in his other hand.
Whether it was the pressure on his stomach or just the exhaustion, Leira cried as he apologized, but to Edwin, it just sounded like empty pleas to escape the situation.
‘He should’ve behaved better in the first place.’
He was told not to go out, but he went. Told not to meet people, but he met them. Told to guard his hole properly, but here he was, fucking himself with a wooden dildo.
Just the other day, when Edwin had fucked him in the stable, there had been a reason. He’d warned Leira not to rub his ass against the horse’s back while riding, but the moment he left, Leira had run straight to his beloved steed. Only after Leira had cried and begged, swearing he’d never ride without him again, had Edwin magnanimously let it slide. He should have just fucked him with the horse’s cock right then and there, tearing his hole apart. If he was this incapable of learning, physical reinforcement was the only solution. Then he might never entertain such foolish thoughts again.
Edwin sighed at how he turned into an idiot whenever he was in front of Leira, mechanically thrusting the wooden dildo in and out.
“My stomach huuurts… ah! Ah!”
Whether from the pressure on his abdomen or something else, Leira wailed. Edwin, in a cruel mood, tightened his thick, firm arm around Leira’s stomach even harder. Leira thrashed his limbs, trying to escape, but the more he struggled, the more he could feel the wooden cock inside him.
‘Is he doing this on purpose? To feel the wooden dildo better?’
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
