At the same time, Leira screamed as he pissed instead of cumming. The monstrous girth of the cock had been pressing against his bladder the whole time. With his ass lifted toward the ceiling, the urine sprayed directly onto his face, making him burst into tears—but Edwin didn’t care. He emptied every last drop of cum from his balls, pressing Leira’s thighs against his ears to keep the cum from leaking out.
Leira whimpered, hiik… hiik…, as urine splashed across his face, his twitching hole greedily swallowing the cum. After cumming what felt like several times the amount of an ordinary man, Edwin let out a long sigh and kissed Leira’s lips, tasting the strangely sweet scent even in the urine. When Edwin licked his tongue, Leira squirmed in disgust before giving up and sniffled weakly.
As Edwin lifted his hips and slowly pulled out his disgustingly long cock, only a faint trace of cum remained around the hole—most of it had already pooled deep inside. He gathered his pitiful lover, who had only managed to piss, into his arms and stroked his urethra.
Gripping the pretty cock and giving it a few shakes, he rubbed the glans in a circle with his palm. “Leira, this isn’t a cock.”
“Hngh…”
“Something this small and cute is called a clit. Since it’s like a little bead attached to your hole, you’re not allowed to touch and play with it just because it’s cute. Understood?”
If he ever caught Leira touching it without him… Leira, who had been having his cock manhandled in Edwin’s arms, pressed his urine-soaked face against Edwin in panic at the implied threat. When he stuck out his tongue and licked frantically, Edwin chuckled and scratched the tip of the glans with his nail. At the same time, Leira finally shot a weak stream of cum before collapsing in exhaustion.
Edwin held the unconscious Leira and kissed him all over. Despite having no sense of propriety, he sometimes ended up like this. Knowing full well that Leira was just trying to talk his way out of trouble, Edwin still found his words pleasant and rubbed his face against Leira’s small shoulder in delight.
After holding his sleeping lover and making a fuss for a while, Edwin tidied up the office, bathed Leira in the attached bathroom with the always-prepared bathwater, dressed him in fresh clothes, and laid him on the opposite sofa before calling for Rowan.
Despite the ventilation, the scent of sex hit Rowan the moment he opened the door, making him frown. “Ugh…”
“Have soft soup ready to feed him as soon as he wakes up. He’ll probably be up in a couple of hours, so don’t make it ahead—prepare it fresh.”
“Yes…”
“And bring a new pair of socks. The smallest size.”
“Yes, sir…”
“Also, bring the ointment for his hole. Now.”
“Yes… Wait, what? Ah, yes…”
Rowan, who had been nodding obediently at the sudden commands, let out a yip! at Edwin’s chilling glare and fawned with a forced smile. Though hidden by Edwin’s bulk, he could imagine the state Leira was in.
As Edwin had predicted, Leira woke up a couple of hours later, blinking as the sunset glowed outside the window.
“I’m hungry.”
The moment he woke up and bluntly declared his hunger, Edwin barely managed to hide his already half-hard cock. Just seeing Leira’s face made him hard, and now, with his post-nap, puffy cheeks and him rubbing his stomach, he looked like he might actually be pregnant.
Pretending nothing was wrong, Edwin brought over the soup that had been delivered five minutes earlier and force-fed it to the protesting Leira, spoonful by spoonful, with Leira perched on his lap. Leira frowned at the hard object pressing against his ass but didn’t say anything. It was normal by now.
“Leira.”
“Don’t call me.”
“Why did you touch that?”
Edwin ignored the grumpy reply and licked the soup from Leira’s lips, gesturing toward the offending object still lying on the floor.
Why is he asking? Is this some kind of trap? If I answer wrong, will he use it as an excuse to fuck me again?
Suspicious after Edwin’s long history of mind games, Leira eyed him warily. Edwin just shrugged.
“I won’t get mad.”
“I-I just… it was in my office, and it smelled weird… so I sniffed it, and then my head got all dizzy… That thing’s weird, right? It has to be weird!”
Now that Edwin had promised not to get angry, Leira’s voice grew louder and more agitated. Edwin pressed his forehead, piecing together what had happened. His wife had gotten horny from sniffing an aphrodisiac meant only for the mucosal membranes of his hole. Well, I suppose that’s my luck…
Actually, the wooden dildo had been part of the “things you’d like” he’d mentioned to Leira. He’d brought it in after hearing it could make someone climax just from touching the hole, but he’d ended up finding it unpleasant even as a fake cock and forgotten about it. He never expected Leira to find it and use it himself. Edwin sighed as he fed Leira the rest of his soup, then nodded vaguely when Leira asked if he could take the chubby nesting doll.
Soon, the carriage was ready to return to the estate. When Leira stood up from Edwin’s lap, his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor. His swollen hole pressed against the ground, making him whimper in pain. Edwin just looked down at him indifferently, not even offering a hand.
“I told you you wouldn’t be walking on your own feet.”
At the lewd remark, Leira’s eyes widened in a triangle, but with no strength in his legs, it wasn’t very threatening. He tried to stand like a newborn foal, legs trembling, but after one step, he crumpled back onto the carpet. He might as well need a cane. Edwin crossed his arms and gave him a what are you going to do about it? look.
“Carry me.”
“Hmm?”
“Carry me, damn it!”
Annoyed that Edwin always forced him to say such things, Leira grabbed the nearby wooden dildo and threw it. The infuriating man caught it in one motion and lightly licked the tip. Leira’s eyes bulged.
“Tastes like hole.”
“EDWIN!”
Finally, his face burning red, Leira couldn’t hold back and shrieked. The smirking Edwin tossed the wooden dildo behind him and picked up his lover—who couldn’t even walk properly from having his hole ravaged—and carried him to the carriage. Leira, reeking of sex, mumbled to the seeing-off Rowan and Mari that he’d just sprained his ankle while “playing” with Edwin. Rowan and Mari, now used to this, nodded obediently, yes, yes.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
