In the Doghouse - Chapter 123
“Hmm…”
Courtney hummed softly as she moved behind him. Despite his unease, the plug was still firmly in place. The black plug fit perfectly with the playful doodles she hadn’t yet wiped away.
His entire body, but especially his bxttxcks, was slick with sweat, causing her hand to slip repeatedly. His fingers, gripping his own cheeks, had turned white from the pressure. She pretended to scrutinize him closely and commanded,
“Wider. I need to see properly.”
Richard obediently pulled his cheeks apart even more, feeling the stretch in his muscles. The sensation of the wrinkles of his opening spreading was vivid. A faint rush of air escaped, and in panic, he gasped,
“Nngh… Master…!”
Slap—!
A sharp smack answered his desperate plea. But instead of pain, the sting of pleasure caused his hole to clench and tremble.
“Aahh!”
“Do you want to spend all night like this?”
“N-No…! I’m sorry…!”
Courtney grabbed the handle of the plug and twisted it, causing a stream of liquid to trickle down the inside of his thighs. At the same time, the tip of his erxct cxck glistened, releasing droplets that dripped onto the rug below. His parted lips quivered.
Raising an eyebrow, she asked again,
“Are you suffering?”
“Mmh… yes.”
“Good. You like being in pain, don’t you?”
“Haahn… please…”
“Have you reflected enough?”
“Y… nngh… Yes…”
Courtney kicked the empty basin by his feet. It wasn’t just Richard who felt awkward about the situation—she herself wasn’t sure how long she could stand watching. But letting him off without consequences wasn’t an option either.
She casually strolled back to the window, saying,
“Go ahead.”
“Aah, tha, nk you…”
Behind her, she heard the shuffling sounds of him slowly getting up. Courtney refilled her glass as Richard pulled out the plug, releasing short gasps of pain and relief. She turned to face him again.
Crouching over the basin with his butt raised, Richard looked utterly pathetic. Despite how desperate he had been moments ago, now he hesitated, only faint drips breaking the silence. Yet between his legs, his erxctixn remained as hard as ever.
Courtney took another sip of wine to quench her sudden thirst. To him, this might seem like punishment or spite, but she viewed it as an essential process before fully indulging him. She watched silently, not entirely comfortable with the sight before her.
“Hah… ngh…”
Finally, with a pitiful sob, Richard released a torrent of liquid into the basin. The sound of splashing echoed against the metal, making Courtney involuntarily furrow her brow.
She tried to focus only on his handsome face, avoiding unnecessary curiosity that might make her feel even more disgusted. His face was pale, slick with a mixture of sweat and tears, and he continuously let out moans of both relief and humiliation.
Courtney swallowed, feeling as if she’d stripped him of every last shred of dignity. Had she gone too far? She almost slipped into self-reflection when Richard let out a high-pitched, prolonged moan.
“Hnngh… ahh…!”
His legs, barely holding him up, trembled violently. His cxck twitched, spurting out thick white liquid that shot into the air, landing on the floor and splattering across his chest. Saliva dripped from his open mouth.
Courtney’s jaw dropped.
Incredible. How far can one person go in their depravity?
She muttered in disbelief,
“I never told you to finish like that.”
His face twisted in shame. The pale hue of his complexion turned a deep shade of red.
The enema had been excruciatingly uncomfortable for him, which is why, of course, he had become hard. The forced expulsion was just as humiliating and strangely euphoric. He couldn’t even lift his head in embarrassment.
Courtney drained the last of her wine and placed the empty glass on the table. Maybe the alcohol was getting to her—her head felt warm. The wine bottle was almost empty too.
Richard remained frozen in place like a statue. Courtney picked up the bottle and made her way toward the bed, her voice now light but laced with a warning.
“Looks like I need to punish you again.”
“Yes, Master…”
“Clean that up and come here.”
It took Richard a moment to gather himself. What had poured out of him wasn’t just liquid. Confronting the basin filled him with a deep sense of nausea and shame. He wished he could disappear into the ground.
But Courtney didn’t care about his inner turmoil. She slipped off her night robe and checked the items she had prepared beforehand—beaded a**l plugs of varying sizes and a dxldo inscribed with magical runes. None of them were particularly large, about the width of two fingers.
Of course, that size would seem anything but small if it was meant to go in his rear.
