In the Doghouse - Chapter 215
Richard writhed in pain, his mind unable to focus as the intense cramps twisted his insides. He moved his limbs unconsciously, suppressing the agony.
Every time his pace slowed, the tug on his n****e rings forced him to let out a horse-like cry, and just as he thought he could catch his breath, a whip struck his side, or his thigh was kicked. Sweat poured from his body like rain, far surpassing his limits.
Courtney, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying herself. Though she always found joy in trying out new games, she took particular pleasure in seeing Richard lose his composure.
She might have been inexperienced at handling actual horses, but when it came to her slave, she was nothing short of an expert.
“Giddy up, giddy up!”
Following Courtney’s lead, Richard crawled through the corridor and out into the garden. Even as his palms and knees pressed against the coarse earth, he hardly noticed the pain. Compared to the torment in his abdomen, the scrapes on his skin were inconsequential.
Though it was summer, a cool night breeze brushed over his bare body, making him shiver. Courtney, still perched on his back, wrapped her arms around his neck.
“This is fun. Isn’t it nice being outside, Richard?”
Could this torturous ordeal possibly be enjoyable? Judging by the e******n that had stubbornly persisted throughout, Richard clearly derived some level of twisted pleasure from this, much like she did. Still, whether or not he was a hopeless deviant, the answer was predetermined—his Master was delighted.
“Yes… it’s… won, derful…”
Courtney giggled. Pressing her cheek affectionately against the back of his head, she whispered sweetly.
“Liar.”
“No… Master, as long as you’re… happy, I am… too… Ugh!”
Courtney suddenly tightened her legs around his waist. The sharp pain that knotted his insides made Richard momentarily stop breathing. Yet, trembling and on the verge of collapse, he kept himself upright. He couldn’t let her fall.
Such a loyal pony. Courtney, impressed by her obedient steed, decided to show some mercy.
“Ready to let it all out?”
“Y-Yes…”
The temptation was impossible to resist. If only he could empty the searing contents of his stomach, he’d be willing to carry her all night. His yearning was all too apparent to Courtney. Straightening her posture, she scanned their surroundings.
“Now, let’s see… which tree looks good?”
Courtney’s eyes roamed the garden, searching for an appropriate spot. Richard, docile and resigned, awaited her decision. It seemed his ‘potty’ for the night would be nothing more than the base of a tree. A treatment far beneath human dignity, yet he was genuinely grateful.
Courtney pointed to a large, well-grown tree.
“There. Let’s go.”
As always, the choice wasn’t his to make. What she desired was what he desired. Richard turned his body toward the indicated tree and slowly crawled across the grass. Courtney swung her legs back and forth, fully immersed in her role as a rider.
As he paused briefly, perhaps due to the cooling sweat on his body, Richard noticed the summer air felt strangely cold against his skin. Simultaneously, an overwhelming urge to urinate struck him. Trying to suppress it, he clenched his abdomen, but it was a poor decision.
A wave of pain swept through him, as if he’d been punched in the gut. Unable to relax or tighten his muscles further, he squirmed in place, crossing his legs in a futile effort.
“Ahh… Ugh!”
“What’s the matter?”
Courtney roughly grabbed the back of his head, yanking his neck backward. His head tilted sharply, his eyes wide, and his jaw fell open as a mix of euphoria and horror swept over him.
Richard froze in place, stiff as a statue. Surprised by the unexpected reaction, Courtney tilted her head slightly and glanced down at him. The sight awaiting her brought a smirk to her lips.
His stubbornly e***t manhood, unyielding despite all the abuse, was now leaking an unidentifiable liquid. A feeble stream trickled and stopped, only to dribble again in a pathetic display.
Courtney didn’t need to investigate further to know what it was. Richard’s crimson face, flushed with humiliation, said it all.
The fluid staining his lower abdomen and thighs had even splattered a few drops onto Courtney’s riding boots. Calmly, she wiped the sullied leather on his arm as she spoke nonchalantly.
“Can’t even hold your piss anymore, hm?”
“S-Sorry… I’m so sorry…”
Richard burst into tears—not from mere physiological reaction, but from sheer shame and self-loathing.
Not all crying faces were the same, and this one, drenched in disgrace, was the most beautiful of all. Courtney couldn’t suppress the smile curling at her lips.
Perhaps she was more unhinged than he was now.
The twisted expression of his face, unable to hide his emotions, was so endearing it made her heart feel like it might burst.
Though she could have easily used this opportunity to torment him further, the night was still young. On a whim, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his damp forehead.
“I should’ve plugged that piss-hole too. Let’s go. You don’t want to make a mess here, do you?”
“Hiic… n-no…”
Richard, sniffling, responded weakly to her seemingly tender words, which clashed with their cruel intent.
Hanging his head low, he drew a deep breath and began to crawl again. And with gleeful enthusiasm, Courtney tugged on the reins and encouraged him onward.
The merciless night walk stretched on, far from over.
