In the Doghouse - Chapter 149
“Ah, hnnh, mmngh.”
Richard’s breath escaped in a near scream, his moans echoing. He was too focused on holding his lower body to control himself, and his arms trembled each time he pushed his weight down to steady himself.
Despite struggling to get there, he hesitated to sit over the basin. Pouring everything from inside him into a metal bucket would undoubtedly create a tremendous noise, echoing throughout the room.
And that wasn’t the end of it. No one else would see it, but he would still have to clean up later. Facing the humiliating evidence of his actions, committed in a haze of pleasure, was always agonizing.
He cast a desperate look over his shoulder at Courtney. She offered a small mercy, turning her gaze away toward the window.
“Mmph…”
If he wouldn’t do it now, it would be worse later. Richard wavered, but then slowly lifted himself up.
Courtney stole a glance back. He was bracing against the wall, awkwardly lowering himself over the basin, broad shoulders slumped as though the act weighed him down.
She found herself unexpectedly charmed by his vulnerable state. It made all her efforts to push him to his limits feel worthwhile. Realizing how much her perspective had changed, she rested her chin in her palm, observing him with an amused expression.
As his body finally released, a loud sound echoed through the room. Richard’s back trembled, the conflicting sensations of relief and shame overwhelming his mind.
Only when the noise completely faded did he dare lift himself up, breathing heavily, face flushed with embarrassment. Tears prickled at his eyes as he looked back at her, his expression layered with shame. Courtney met his gaze, smiling faintly.
“Well? Go on, clean up.”
Richard lowered his head, resigned. With trembling hands, he removed his pants and underwear, wiping himself with a damp cloth, cleaning both his backside and the front that still dripped with clear fluid.
As humiliating moments like this accumulated, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of self-pity. He couldn’t even attend to basic bodily functions without her permission, and every shameful aspect of himself became nothing more than a source of amusement.
Yet, the sheer desolation only heightened his strange exhilaration. What might she make him do next? Like a tragic figure wallowing in misery, he allowed his mind to wander in wild fantasies.
Richard slowly crawled back to his place beside her. She watched him in silence as he reached her side, then turned around, placing his hands on the floor and raising his hips to show her that he was clean.
Courtney observed him for a moment, taking in the sight of his lifted backside, the hanging weight of his t*******s, and his length. Pleased, she let out a small chuckle.
“Cute.”
Her comment made his face flush with embarrassment. Her words left him feeling even smaller and more insignificant than if she had called him a pervert or filthy.
Without hesitation, Courtney slipped a finger into him. The loosened entrance easily took her finger, despite the lack of lubricant. Then she added a second, pressing deeply until he trembled, his jaw falling open.
“Ah… ah…”
“Does it feel that good to have me probing you like this? Maybe you’re just meant to be a submissive.”
“Hngh…!”
“I asked you—does it feel good?”
“Yes… It feels good.”
“And what feels good?”
“The way you… are pressing into me…”
Richard let his forehead fall against the cold stone floor, as if he needed it to cool the feverish heat consuming his mind. She continued moving her fingers in a scissoring motion, stretching and closing them, though they couldn’t linger.
As she finally pulled her fingers out, his opening stretched briefly, then closed again. Courtney ran her thumb along the clenched muscles, speaking softly.
“Stand up.”
He did as told, disappointment etched into his face. A transparent drop glistened on his aroused length, betraying his feelings.
She couldn’t help but notice how eager he was for attention on this other side. She realized it had been at least a week—maybe more—since they’d last connected in that way. Somehow, they’d been so caught up in other games that they’d overlooked something as basic as intimacy.
It was as much her oversight as his lack of complaint. They tried every strange, exciting thing they could think of each day, expending so much energy that they rarely craved anything more traditional by the end.
But ignoring it altogether wasn’t ideal, even if she was satisfied. She looked at him, frustration slipping into her voice.
“So… you’re disappointed you didn’t get anything from the back?”
“Not at all…”
“Hmm. Maybe our sweet Richard was meant to be a girl?”
Her tone was light, but her raised eyebrow betrayed her irritation. Richard, flustered, averted his gaze, visibly embarrassed.
