In the Doghouse - Chapter 214
Richard sobbed bitterly. If left any longer, he might truly resort to harming himself. Courtney decided it was time to show some mercy and pulled out the key.
“Hnnnh─!”
Richard recoiled, curling his back in fear. He seemed terrified that he might spray her with the filthy contents of his body.
And so what if he did? Courtney didn’t care in the slightest.
She casually unlocked the cuffs binding his hands. His arms, having been restrained for so long, fell limply to the floor.
His body was utterly drained, but the thought that it was finally over brought him some relief. He assumed she would now lead him to the bathroom or, at the very least, provide a makeshift container for relief.
But instead, she said something that made his blood run cold.
“We’re going outside.”
“Huh?”
Richard looked up at her, his jaw slack with disbelief. She, already holding a riding crop, pointed casually toward the open door.
“You can’t go here, can you? You can hold it a little longer, hm?”
Richard, already pale as a sheet, turned completely ashen. It didn’t matter that he would be naked in the garden—no one was at the villa, and even if someone were, what did it matter?
His concern was different—contrary to her words, he couldn’t hold it for even a moment longer. Even the slightest movement of his knees would likely lead to an uncontrollable spill.
Noticing his hesitation, Courtney’s eyes narrowed as she pressed him.
“What? Can’t do it?”
“M-Mas, ter… please…”
For what felt like the hundredth time that day, Richard begged, whispering a desperate, “Please.” Yet he couldn’t bring himself to outright refuse her. How long had it been since he swore to obey her every command without question?
Courtney knew full well that he was utterly incapable of moving from his spot. Smirking devilishly, she asked again, her voice dripping with mockery.
“Tell me. What should I do for you?”
“P-please… plug it… don’t let it spill…”
“Hmm?”
“Block it… please… my… my back passage…”
His fragmented words were filled with shame, his head hanging low. Instead of asking to release what was inside him, he begged for her to seal him further, despite knowing the additional pain it would bring. There was no other way out.
It was Courtney who had driven him to this point of desperation. She took out the tail she had prepared in advance, this time choosing a plug noticeably larger than usual. Richard, resigned to his fate, nodded weakly.
Courtney reattached the tail to his trembling backside. Then, glancing between his legs, she chuckled softly.
What an incorrigibly obscene body he had. Despite his pleas for mercy, despite the torment, his member was standing e***t.
As the plug slid into place, Richard clawed at the wooden floor, his nails digging in as he writhed in agony. Courtney didn’t stop there—she attached cords to the rings piercing his n*****s. Richard, distracted by the overwhelming pressure in his bowels, didn’t even seem to register what she was doing.
And so, his suffering continued. His abdomen still churned violently, filled with unrelieved liquid, now compounded by the firm seal of the plug. Standing upright was out of the question. He barely managed to stretch his arms out and brace himself on his palms.
But then—
“Ungh─!”
Without warning, a weight pressed down on his back, and he collapsed to the floor. Courtney had climbed onto him, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his head back roughly.
“What’s wrong with this horse? So weak.”
“Ah, hnngh!”
Only now did he realize the purpose of her riding outfit. If Courtney was going to play the rider, then naturally, he would have to play the horse.
This meant he now had the impossible task of crawling to the garden with her on his back—all while his abdomen roiled like a boiling cauldron and his insides screamed in protest. Even the sturdy plug couldn’t fully contain the pressure. Richard gasped desperately, the dual agony of pain and humiliation overwhelming him.
Courtney, as merciless as ever, spoke in a cold, cutting tone.
“Do you want to go here instead? Just say the word, and I’ll hang you upside down so you can spray it everywhere like a fountain.”
“No, no… no, Master…”
Richard stammered, his entire body trembling as he shook his head. No matter how much time passed, no matter how much he had already shown her of his lowest self, he could never grow accustomed to the idea of exposing such a disgraceful sight.
He forced his arms straight again, lifting his body despite the unbearable strain. Courtney casually took hold of the cords attached to his n****e rings like reins. It was only then that Richard realized the cords were connected to his chest, draping over his shoulders into her hands.
Courtney pulled lightly on the cords, testing their tension, and playfully nudged his thigh with her boot.
“Giddy up!”
She sounded as carefree as a child playing a game. Her delight was palpable, and Richard knew he had to meet her expectations, no matter the cost.
Trembling, he dug his fingers into the floor and dragged himself forward, one trembling hand—or paw—at a time. With every movement, the liquid in his abdomen sloshed, and the pain flared anew.
“Keu, neigh─!”
“Is that how a horse cries? Can’t even do that properly?”
Her harsh reprimand stung, but Richard didn’t falter. Without an ounce of pride left, he let out a shaky whinny.
“Hiiiing!”
“Good. Let’s go outside. Hurry up, now.”
