In the Doghouse - Chapter 196
The only fabric on Richard’s naked body was wrapped around his g******s.
Calling the string tied tightly around the base and scrotum ‘underwear’ would be a stretch.
Despite being tightly bound, sticky honey dripped incessantly from the tip of his fully e***t pillar.
Training him to control his e*********n had always been the most challenging part of taming him for Courtney, both then and now.
Today, she planned to torment that area properly.
Having roughly finalized her plan, she spoke in a decisive voice.
“We need to block that foul-smelling hole, don’t we?”
“Hngh, y-yes,” he panted, overwhelmed with excitement.
Courtney wiped her damp foot on his face.
His thick eyebrows and prominent nose gleamed, smeared with the saliva that had been rubbed onto him.
She arrogantly jerked her chin toward the wall.
“Go fetch.”
His gaze turned to the wall.
On the wall without a portrait hung rows of cabinets, which were left wide open whenever the ‘doghouse’ was in use.
Inside were neatly arranged items ranging from glossy horsewhips to ominous-looking clubs that could send chills down one’s spine, displayed like precious treasures.
However, Richard’s destination was elsewhere.
He crawled on his knees toward a cabinet at the far end.
With each movement, the metal ornaments dangling from his n*****s clinked lightly.
These were no longer just bound decorations—they were now fully pierced through his n*****s.
Courtney had given him those piercings two years ago as an anniversary gift.
She had been reluctant to leave any permanent marks on his beautiful body, but the long-term bondage had caused Richard’s n*****s to enlarge to an appealing size.
With much consideration, she decided to leave a mark on him.
Through the ring on his right n****e hung pendants she had attached previously, dangling like weights.
The left ring had another ring linked to it—the very one Richard had used to propose to her.
It was a bizarre preference, difficult to understand, but in any case, the sight of his n*****s adorned with flashy jewels gave him a vulgar, almost ridiculous appearance.
Finally, Richard reached the cabinet.
He gazed vaguely at its contents.
D****s, a**l beads, and plugs—all items Courtney had collected specifically to torment his rear.
Which one should he choose to satisfy her?
After some hesitation, he took a thick plug in his mouth.
“Tsk.”
The sound of her tongue clicking behind him made Richard’s shoulders flinch.
Was this not the right choice?
He glanced back at the cabinet, disheartened.
Even compared to the others, the plug he had chosen was by no means small.
But her displeasure was clear.
Though it wasn’t as if his life was at stake, he felt terrified.
The thought of earning her approval was like an obsessive mantra, deeply ingrained in Richard’s mind.
Panicking, he fumbled with the items in the cabinet.
But his clumsiness only caused the neatly arranged toys to clatter to the ground.
Huu— Courtney let out a loud sigh, clearly meant for him to hear.
Richard’s e******n, which had stood rigid all along, stiffened even further.
The excessive fear triggered an overwhelming urge to urinate.
He turned around to look at her with a terrified expression.
She was waiting for him to meet her gaze and promptly scolded him.
“My Sasha is truly stupid.”
“I-I’m sor—”
“Do you think something that small could properly block a hole that loose?”
Courtney pressed her fingers to her temples as though dealing with a headache.
Only then did Richard’s gaze shift to the top shelf of the cabinet.
There, in the center of the highest row, was a d***o.
Its thickness was average, but its length was anything but ordinary, resembling a snake in shape.
Courtney had shown it to him recently, though they hadn’t used it yet.
Richard hesitated before grasping the cabinet for support and standing.
He grabbed the end of the massive d***o with his mouth.
From behind him came a clear, knowing laugh, as if to confirm he had finally chosen correctly.
A chill ran down Richard’s spine, and his back stiffened.
The d***o fell to the ground with a thud, only for him to pick it up again with his mouth.
Then, slowly, he crawled back toward her.
The d***o was so long that, even with its middle part clamped in his mouth, both ends nearly touched the ground.
What would it feel like to have that entire thing inside him?
Could he even manage it?
The thought alone made Richard’s blood run cold.
The texture of the carpet brushing against his knees felt strangely surreal.
Richard reached Courtney’s feet and raised his head to look at her.
Her gaze, directed down at her loyal dog, was a deep, dark green.
Richard’s mouth fell open involuntarily.
The enormous d***o dropped onto the carpet, and saliva dripped from his parted lips.
He resembled a dog eagerly presenting its catch to its master.
Courtney smirked arrogantly and used her toes to nudge his chin closed.
“Well done, for a dumb mutt.”
Richard smiled sheepishly at her praise.
His bright, oblivious grin betrayed no awareness of the impending ordeal.
The already unusual man had grown even stranger, utterly addicted to the dangerous pleasure his master—and, more than that, his master herself—provided.
And Courtney found this change deeply satisfying.
The man who had once been no more than a simple pervert, e***t at the slightest provocation, had been perfectly trained to suit her desires.
How could she not be pleased?
