The Bad Life – Chapter 5.1 – Sweet Submission

Author: nicotine

I woke from sleep but kept my eyes closed. I could tell my body felt clean. The unfamiliar tightness around my chest was gone, and my genitals felt comfortable. Judy’s clothes had all done their job and vanished, it seemed. With my eyes still closed, I recalled my last memory.

The dorm headmaster and I had sex. Unlike the five boys who had gang-raped me before, it was different with the headmaster. We had sex. While the headmaster thrust into me, I wrapped my thighs around his waist, pulling him closer to penetrate deeper. When he licked and bit my nipples, I arched my chest toward him and let out moans.

I didn’t climax, but the headmaster did twice. He turned me over, made me suck the boys’ penises, and took me from behind. When everyone was somewhat satisfied, I was finally released.

As the afterglow of the act faded, the boys suddenly felt intense shame. The headmaster, after using them all, no longer helped them rationalize their actions. He silently led the boys down the stairs.

I remembered the flashlight beams that chaotically lit the staircase. The cheap orange light spreading across the ancient stone walls, slowly sinking into the darkness, came to mind. The footsteps, much heavier and slower than when we climbed up, but also hurried and flustered, echoed in my memory.

That night, I pitied the young, innocent boys, but in truth, I was the youngest and most innocent one that night. It was a vulgar innocence. Foolish and ignorant innocence always came with a price.

I opened my eyes. An open window came into view. As the breeze blew, the curtains gently billowed and settled. Beyond the window, a lush tree stretched its branches toward the sill, framed against a tall, blue sky. Blinking slowly, I lowered my gaze. This was the room I shared with <Simon>, and I was lying in bed. <Simon> was sitting beside the bed.

I lay there completely still. With my eyes closed, quietly… silently… as if I were dead…. Simon’s hand rested on my chest, unmoving. He seemed to be feeling my pounding heart. My chest was beating, thump, thump. Simon’s hand must have felt that movement perfectly. Simon kept his hand on my chest and stayed like that for a while. I, too, kept my eyes closed and lay like a corpse.

Finally, Simon opened his mouth.

<Oh, Raymond….>

His voice trembled with passion. It was a voice I had never heard before. But I did not open my eyes to see his face. Never.

Simon finally said softly. I opened my eyes. Simon swept my hair back. He continued speaking.

At those words, I sat up. My body felt light. After I swung my feet out of the bed and sat obediently, Simon moved the chair and brought me a bathrobe. I took off my pajamas and put on the robe over my bare body. I simply watched in silence as Simon put my slippers on for me.

When we came out of the room, George was in the living room, occupying a corner of the sofa and using his laptop, as always. George checked my complexion but did not speak to me. Simon opened the bathroom door for me. Simon, who had followed me into the bathroom, took off my robe. I stood still.

Simon turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and then came back. He sat me down in the bathtub and aimed the showerhead with the warm water at me. Simon washed every nook and cranny. He shampooed my hair, washed my face, and lathered my body with soap. He dried my washed body with a towel, put the robe back on me, and then dried my hair.

When we came out of the bathroom, George was still in the same spot. He only observed me without a word. Simon took me to the room and dressed me. When he was putting on my underwear, I lifted my feet one by one, and when he put my pants on, I put my legs into the clothes myself. Lastly, when Simon knelt on one knee in front of me to put on my shoes and tie the laces, all of our preparations were complete.

I left the dormitory with Simon. He held my hand. The weather was nice. We held hands and crossed the campus, which was drenched in the summer sunlight. Simon walked me all the way to the classroom where I was taking my exam.

Simon said. I did not answer.

Simon opened the classroom door for me.

The last exam was philosophy. I handed in my answer sheet and left the classroom.

The person waiting outside the classroom was not Simon, but George. George, who had come out wearing indoor slippers, stared at me without even blinking. I stood in front of the classroom door and did not move a muscle. George beckoned with a flick of his finger. I approached him. George started walking first, and I followed a couple of steps behind him.

We sat on a bench with a view of the stables. George remained silent, and I did not open my mouth either. I sat with my hands resting obediently on my knees. The backs of my hands, dappled by the sunlight, were tinged with a golden color.

George suddenly craned his neck and stared intently at my face. He said.

Instead of answering, I blinked and looked at George. George stared at me piercingly with his transparent, pale blue eyes.

I still did not answer.

George abruptly slapped my cheek. My head whipped to the side. I stayed still, my head still turned. George slapped my cheek once more. This time, I slid off the bench. I remained still, sitting on the grass. I felt a sharp gaze boring into the top of my head. From a distance, I could hear the loud laughter of students. As the exams were nearing their end, there were many students out on the campus. Even though they were far from us, their laughter struck my ears clearly.

I silently looked down at the neatly trimmed grass, then cautiously lifted my head. George was looking at me. I looked into his eyes. His face was unreadable. Once again, George’s hand was raised.

I cried out.

<Don’t hit me! Don’t hit me….>

George looked at me blankly, his hand still raised. Seizing the opportunity, I spoke haltingly.

George smacked my cheek. I could not avoid it.

As I was hit on the cheek, tears fell drop by drop. The tears streamed down my flushed cheek. Through my tear-blurred vision, I looked up at George. George mercilessly raised his hand once more. I threw myself at George’s feet, wrapped my arms around his knees, and rubbed my face against them. My tears soaked George’s dark blue cotton pants.

<Don’t! Please, don’t…. Stop it now… please, George….>

<…….>

<I… now… sob, hng… I, I can’t do it… stop, please….>

I lifted my tear-soaked face and looked at George. George had already lowered his hand and was staring at me vacantly. He reached out and stroked my hair. I was tense, not knowing when the stroking hand would suddenly change and grab the back of my head. But George just stroked my hair. As I trembled and buried my face in George’s lap again, he stroked my head with an even gentler touch.

George opened his mouth, his voice dry and showing not the slightest hint of disappointment. At those words, I shot my head up. Contrary to my expectation, George did not punish me again. He simply looked at my face, which was rubbing against his knee, with indifferent eyes.

George’s gaze was now looking somewhere over my back. I turned my head to follow his gaze. I could see Jerome coming out of the stables. Jerome, seeming not to have noticed us, expertly guided his horse and disappeared from view.

After watching Jerome, I turned my head back to George. George was staring intently at my face, overtly observing my expression. The tears that had just stopped suddenly welled up again. George tapped my cheek, where tears were endlessly streaming down, with the back of his hand. It did not hurt, but I was tense and my body stiffened.

<Raymond.>

He called.

<Yes.>

I answered immediately.

George said in a much softer voice than before.

I did not answer. It did not seem like he was expecting an answer.

I did not answer.

George took my chin, caressed it with his fingertips, and then let go. I saw Hugh approaching from behind George. It seemed we had been waiting for Hugh. As Hugh sat down next to George, he kissed him naturally. They looked at each other lovingly and exchanged greetings. Only then did Hugh show interest in me. He looked with intrigue at my tear-soaked face and my hands clutching George’s knees.

<What’s wrong with him?>

Hugh asked.

George answered affectionately.

Hugh burst out laughing. He laughed brightly and ruffled my hair, messing it up.

<Sure, sure, do whatever you want, Raymond. It is okay.>

He added, his deep blue eyes gleaming.

Hugh and George had me sit in front of them and conversed as usual. They were like a couple who had brought their pet dog out with them. While they were talking, Hugh had me rest my face on his lap. He would stroke my hair and then touch my cheek, all while talking about the exams.

It was a peaceful time. Their conversations were mostly about things like the exams and the places they would travel to during the vacation, everyday topics not much different from the conversations I used to have when I hung out with Carl’s ordinary friends. We only went back to the dormitory after we saw Jerome returning to the stables. Hugh and George walked in front, and I trotted along behind them.

Simon was in the dormitory. Upon seeing my face, which still had tear tracks on it, Simon’s lips tightened into a firm line. He took my hand and led me to the bathroom to wash my face. After seating me on the bathroom chair and wiping my face with a soft towel, Simon quietly gazed at my face. He knelt down, rested his arms on my thighs, and looked up at me thoughtfully.

I slowly closed my eyes. A moment later, the trembling tips of Simon’s fingers touched my face. He swept over the cheek that was red and swollen from George’s slap.

<I’m sorry.>

Simon apologized.

I did not answer.

Simon’s arms wrapped around my waist. He buried his face in my chest and whispered quietly.

I sat still. Simon, too, just held me tightly and breathed out quietly.

Ding.

The bell chimed, signaling four in the afternoon. I heard Hugh’s voice greeting Jerome. The warmth of Simon’s body seemed to move away as he lifted his head from my chest. Simon’s hand fumbled near my eyes. I opened my eyes. Simon was looking at me with a blunt expression. He got up and took my hand. Holding Simon’s hand, I left the bathroom. Jerome, who had been talking with Hugh, turned to look at me, his face filled with excitement and curiosity. I stood holding Simon’s hand and looked at Jerome without a word.

Jerome grinned from ear to ear. He strode over and grabbed both of my arms. Jerome nonchalantly pulled my hand from Simon’s grasp and frantically examined my face. Simon glanced at Jerome for a moment before walking away to the sofa where Hugh and George were sitting. Jerome paid no mind to Simon.

Jerome grabbed my arms and shook them about carelessly, whoosh, whoosh. Like a puppet with its strings cut, I was shaken as he shook me. Jerome looked at my face as if he found it fascinating.

I did not answer.

Jerome yanked my arms, causing me to collapse into his embrace. In that brief moment, Jerome whispered, barely audible.

The moment Jerome whispered that one phrase was so short. No one could have noticed. Jerome, pretending to be affectionate, hugged me tightly once and then let go. He left me and sat on the sofa where the boys were gathered. I stood blankly in the spot where Jerome had let me go.

Hugh called.

They had each taken a spot on the sofas and were facing each other in a circle. George occupied the long sofa by himself, looking at the laptop on his lap, while Simon sat upright in the armchair, staring intently only at my face. Jerome took the backless sofa and spoke cheerfully to Hugh. Hugh, sitting on the sofa opposite George, was talking to Jerome, but he still gestured for me to come.

I obediently sat at Hugh’s feet. He only had me sit at his feet and did nothing else. I watched his expression, then cautiously leaned my body against Hugh’s legs. Hugh did not stop me. When I rested my temple against his thigh, he even stroked my hair as if he found it cute. At that moment, Jerome stared intently at my face. But it was truly for such a brief instant that it felt like I had seen it wrong.

I just sat quietly while the boys talked. The topics were ordinary. They talked about the Hugh estate and the party to be held at the Hugh estate, about the French World Cup that had already started, and worried about the recent exam…. I was listening blankly to their monotonous voices when I suddenly fell asleep.

Ding.

The clock’s chime made me open my drowsy eyes. It was the seven o’clock bell. It was seven, yet Jerome was still here. Hadn’t he always gone back by six? This was the first time I had seen this.

When our eyes met, Jerome gave me a gentle smile. Hugh asked if I had slept well and tickled my chin. Simon and George brought dinner from the dining hall, and we began our meal in an exceedingly peaceful atmosphere. But when I tried to pick up my spoon, Hugh slapped my cheek.

Hugh scolded sternly. I was hit in the same place again, and tears welled up in my eyes. With wet eyes, I looked up at Hugh. Hugh placed my portion of the stew dish on the floor.

Hugh said, suddenly affectionate.

George added a comment.

I trembled at his nonchalant addition.

I looked at George, hoping for an explanation, but he only returned a stern expression. Four boys were watching me. I looked at George, hoping for an explanation, but he only returned a stern expression. Four boys were watching me. As if drawn by their gazes, I slowly lowered my body to the floor.

Like a dog, I got on all fours on the floor and put my mouth to the stew dish. I stuck out my tongue and licked the stew.

In the living room, only the sound of me lapping up the stew could be heard, lick, lick. They all just watched me eat without saying a word. In the center of their gazes, I ate a little of the stew and lifted my head. I saw their expressions. Hugh, smiling softly; George, expressionless; Simon, blunt; and Jerome, smiling brightly. They watched me wordlessly, then began their meal in silence. It was the calm before the storm.

The quiet silence was shattered by a sudden knock. Someone was knocking on the door from outside. Knock, knock.

The four boys’ heads turned towards the door in unison. Only I was looking out the darkening window. Everyone remained silent.

A moment later, another knock was heard. Knock, knock, knock, knock. It sounded impatient, yet polite.

Simon got up. He crossed the living room, undid the latch, and opened the door wide. So that everyone in the living room could see the visitor. I was looking at the window. The visitor at the door was reflected in the window. Carl…. It was Carl. George’s gaze quickly scanned my face.

Simon asked.

Carl hesitated and said.

<Ah, uhm, my name is Carl, I live in room 201….>

Reflected in the window, I could see Carl slightly peeking his head past Simon. I could not see his expression, but it was not difficult to guess it just from his voice.

That one added sentence made the air in the room turn icy. Carl, seemingly unaware, continued speaking.

Carl’s voice trailed off. Hugh said.

<Raymond, it is your friend. Go on out.>

I got up. From a distance, Carl looked at me with an expression that barely suppressed his fear. Simon stepped aside from the doorway. I slowly walked towards the entrance. Carl smiled awkwardly and greeted me, <Hey, Raymond, what is up? You were in your room? Did you forget our plans?> The four pairs of eyes fixed on us scared Carl. Carl looked at me with wavering eyes. He reached out and grabbed my wrist. His hand was cold and damp with sweat.

<Hello, Carl.>

I greeted him.

<Ah….>

Carl nodded. But he did not let go of my wrist.

<But….>

Carl squeezed my wrist tightly.

<I’m sorry. Let’s really hang out tomorrow.>

Carl’s voice trembled slightly.

<I’m sorry.>

The strength in Carl’s hand loosened. As soon as he let go of my wrist, I took a step back. Simon, who was standing by the door, closed it as if he had been waiting. Silence fell. Breaking that silence, Hugh said softly.

I obediently returned to his feet and rested my head on Hugh’s thigh. Hugh gently scratched the tip of my chin and then continued his meal. They all continued to eat. The evening was passing. Night was coming.

Jerome looked at the clock. It was ten in the evening. He said he would go get ready first and stood up from his seat. He tidied his clothes and then approached me. I was still sitting beside Hugh. Jerome bent down and gently stroked my red, swollen cheek. Unlike Simon’s, Jerome’s hands were always as cold as ice. As he caressed my cheek, I slightly lifted my chin. Jerome burst into laughter. He gently fondled my chin and spoke in a soft voice. He was not speaking to me.

Jerome spoke to Hugh as if I could not understand words. Hugh tapped his knee with his finger as if in thought, then answered.

<Well, I guess so. Hmm…. We will. George?>

George answered shortly. Hugh shrugged his shoulders and grinned at Jerome.

<Alright. Then I’ll go on ahead.>

Jerome touched my cheek gently one more time and then left the room. As the door closed, Hugh grabbed my chin and made me look at him. He asked cheerfully.

<Yes.>

Contrary to those words, no one moved until midnight. It was only after thirty minutes past midnight that the boys got up. I waited for the boys in the living room. They had gone into their rooms and came out wearing boots and rain jackets. I realized we were going outside. Only I, dressed in my school uniform and dress shoes, left the room with them.

In the dormitory, all the lights were off except on the staircases. The dormitory prohibited entry and exit from midnight to six in the morning. There was no one even in the common rooms on each floor. Only the electric lamps on the staircases cast an eerie and dreary light. We went down to the first floor. The housemaster was at the main entrance. He stared persistently at my face as I came down the stairs. The housemaster opened the main door for us.

The boys and I left the dormitory. They did not converse. They only walked in silence. Simon walked holding my hand. His hand was so warm. We kept walking. The farther we walked, the clearer it became where we were going. I noticed that the steps of George and Hugh, who were walking ahead, were heading towards the lit stables. Jerome was standing in front of the stables, waiting for us.

I stopped walking. Simon stopped along with me. He stood still beside me and looked at my face. Hugh and George only realized we had stopped after walking a few more steps. The two boys turned to look at me. I stood frozen, staring at the stables. Hugh, standing with his back to the light spilling from the stables, smiled faintly with his face in shadow. George tried tenaciously to read my expression. Hugh and George exchanged a few short words, but I could not hear them. Finally, Hugh approached.

At those words, I moved my feet reflexively. But after one or two steps, I stopped again. George frowned.

Still, I did not move. Hugh said affectionately.

I could not move.

They did not wait. Hugh strode over and mercilessly kicked me in the shin, knocking me to the ground. My leg hurt terribly. Hugh tucked one of my arms under his armpit. George tucked the remaining arm under his and dragged me along. I did not resist, but I did not get up and walk either. As I was dragged along blankly, in an instant, we were in front of the stables.

They threw me onto the stable floor. I sat up awkwardly, raising only my upper body. Jerome, who had been standing in front of the stables, closed the door and came inside. He turned off all the lamps near the entrance and came closer. The four boys, wearing identical rain jackets and identical boots, surrounded me in a circle.

My body was trembling, shiver, shiver. Fear rose up to my throat. I felt nauseous, as if I was going to throw up. I could not control my trembling body. Jerome stroked my head with a face shining brightly with anticipation, then moved away. I whipped my head towards Jerome. I saw the direction he was going. Jerome was taking his horse out of its stall. The horse snorted and nudged its head affectionately against Jerome. Jerome stroked the horse’s mane and tied its reins to the stall.

My whole body went cold. I suddenly realized that the three boys surrounding me were staring intently at my face. My chin was trembling, clatter, clatter.

I looked at Hugh. Hugh was smiling.

<Huh…? It is not, is it?>

I turned my head to George. George looked back at me coldly.

<Please….>

I looked up at Simon. Simon gazed at me indifferently with a blunt face.

I looked over at Jerome. Jerome smiled at me, his face shimmering with anticipation.

<No….>

A rough hand grabbed the nape of my neck. They dragged me in front of the horse.

They threw me in front of the horse and did nothing more. Simon did not come close at all. He just stood at a distance and watched me. Hugh, George, and Jerome’s eyes shone with a spreading curiosity.

Trembling uncontrollably, I looked back at the horse. I caught a glimpse of the horse’s penis. It seemed like if that thing got aroused, it would become as long as my forearm. My head spun. It was impossible. Whatever they wanted, it was not possible…. Tears welled up in my eyes. I scrambled on my knees and clung to Hugh’s pant leg. I lay prostrate at his feet and soaked Hugh’s boots with my tears.

<No…. Sob… ugh… Hugh, please… I…, I can’t do it…, please….>

I clung to his feet and begged, crying. Hugh stroked my face as if he found it incredibly cute. He bent down and kissed the top of my head.

He playfully messed up my hair.

<No… no….>

I fumbled for Hugh’s feet and begged, rubbing my cheek against his boot. Hugh pulled his foot away. He took a stern step back. His resolute face plunged me into despair.

I crawled over to George, who was standing next to him. I clutched the hem of his jacket and pleaded.

<George. George. No, you know it is not right… please… ugh….>

Tears blurred George’s indifferent face.

George did not hesitate. He lifted his foot and mercilessly kicked my shoulder.

George said coldly.

As I trembled, not knowing what to do in front of the cold lovers, I spotted Simon standing at a distance. I crawled towards Simon on my knees. Simon stood with his arms crossed and watched me silently. His face was as impassive as ever. I threw myself in front of Simon. Tears blurred my vision, and my body trembled like a leaf in the wind. My whole body was covered in the straw and mud of the stables. I lay prostrate at Simon’s feet and clasped his ankle with my trembling hands. Like it was my last lifeline.

<Simon. Simon, you will help me, right? You will stop them, right? Right? Sob, Simon, you love me, don’t you? You are on my side, aren’t you? Simon?>

<…….>

<Simon, I love you too… protect me… please…, sob, uh, sobs… Simon, love me… please love me, okay? Please cherish me….>

Simon did not answer. He only pressed his lips together firmly and took a step back. I looked down at my empty hands where Simon’s foot had slipped away. My body trembled so much with fear that my hair stood on end and my teeth chattered, clack, clack. There was only one person left. I looked back at Jerome. Jerome stood holding the horse’s reins and just watched me silently.

Jerome stood there, looking at me with a face full of anticipation. I crawled to him on my hands and knees. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I just tilted my head back and looked up at Jerome. Hot tears streamed down the corners of my eyes and into my ears. I looked at Jerome’s face. Jerome’s white, smooth face looked down at me like a ghost. All strength drained from my body, and I could not do anything more. I just looked up at Jerome and sobbed. I could hear my own crying. It was wretched.

Four pairs of pitiless eyes blankly watched and observed my crying face. I felt as if I had been thrown onto a dissecting table. The gazes fixed on me felt like they were splitting my belly and rummaging through my insides. My chin trembled so much that my lips hit my teeth. I looked at Jerome, gasping with sobs. I could not control my trembling body. The sound of my own breathing chaotically pierced my ears. Jerome was still looking at me, his eyes shining with anticipation.

<I, I was wrong… ugh, retch… I was wrong….>

My voice was cracked and rough. Just that one phrase, and Jerome’s face turned icy. It was the first time I had seen him make such a cold expression. A chill went down my spine. Jerome said nothing. So I stammered and said hastily.

<S-sorry, Jerome, I, sob, I was all, wro-wrong, ugh…. Stop now… please, forgive me….>

His face grew colder and colder. But a hint of a smile remained. I clung to Jerome desperately. I grabbed onto his pant leg. I rubbed my face and nose against his boots as if I was about to lick them.

<Jerome, Jerome… I’m sorry… I, ugh, I…, it’s my fault…. Everything, sob, sob, ugh, sobs… I will be pretty now, I will be good, rea-sob-really, I… Jerome… you liked me… you found me pretty….>

Jerome said softly. He spoke without laying a single fingertip on me.

It felt like I was being buried in despair. It felt like watching a pile of dirt pour into my field of vision while being unable to move. My body grew cold. The trembling still did not stop. Jerome smiled as if to reassure me, but the coldness in his face was too clear. With my trembling body, I looked behind me. Hugh, George, and Simon, half-shrouded in darkness, were all looking at me.

Hugh said softly.

I turned my head and looked at Jerome. Jerome was not looking at me. He was stroking the horse’s mane and looking gently into the horse’s eyes as if to soothe it.

I looked at Hugh again. He was smiling cheerfully. I looked at George. A thin smile curled on George’s lips, his face mixed with excitement. I looked at Simon in the darkness. He gazed at me indifferently from the darkness with his dark, glossy eyes.

There was nothing left for me to do. With trembling hands, I undid the buckle of my pants.

After unzipping them, my hands would not move. When I came to my senses, I was sitting under the horse’s head. The horse’s penis came right into my field of view. It was reddish and thick, glistening, wet with some unknown fluid. I felt like I was going to throw up. I could feel the horse’s hot breath on the nape of my neck. The stables were in complete silence, except for the occasional sounds made by the horses.

With trembling hands, I clutched my pants. As I sat on the floor and slowly pulled my pants down to my knees, my hands became drenched in sweat. Tears fell drop by drop onto my thighs. I buried my face in my knees and cried out loud.

They let me cry. When I lifted my head, I realized that Hugh and George had been watching even my crying figure with enjoyment. I pulled my pants down to my ankles. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get my feet out of the pant legs, and another surge of tears came.

I wiped away the hot, streaming tears with the back of my hand and barely managed to pull my feet out. They watched me without a word. I knew what their gazes were urging me to do. I pushed my trembling fingers into the waistband of my briefs. They were the clean underwear Simon had changed me into this morning. I pulled down my underwear.

Their gazes obsessively observed the area between my legs. Fear tore my chest to shreds. I could not breathe, as if my lungs had been removed. Terror choked me. My vision blurred. My underwear was somehow off my ankles and lying on the floor. Even though I had taken them off myself, it did not feel real. My head was spinning, round and round.

George said.

<Begin.>

I looked at him as if pleading. George urged me sternly.

<Hurry.>

I crawled under the horse’s body. In front of my eyes, a reddish, grotesque thing bobbed up and down in time with the horse’s breathing. I could not stand it and retched, ugh, beside the horse. My body trembled as if in a convulsion. Jerome muttered, <Yikes,> and avoided it with his foot. Even after I had thrown up everything, my stomach churned and my body twitched. As soon as I barely calmed down, a cold voice flew at me. It was George.

I moved mechanically according to the command. I crawled under the horse and stared blankly at its penis. With a trembling hand, I wrapped it around it. When the horse snorted, I was so startled that my body flinched. But Jerome seemed to have trained it well, as it only snorted and did not act up. Only then did I feel the texture of the beast in my hand. It was horrifying. Beyond words. Crying, I turned around and sat. As I was about to get on all fours on the floor and raise my hips, a strange feeling suddenly made me lift my head.

All four boys were squatting on the floor, watching my every act. Their eyes were shining more hideously and brilliantly than ever before. My breath caught in my throat. I placed my hands on the floor and lifted my hips. The horse’s cock touched my buttocks, and I felt the warmth of the cock, which made my stomach churn once more….

Jerome, who had been watching the scene, said.

Jerome, like the other boys, had been lying on the floor watching. He rested his head on the straw-covered floor and stared at me. The brilliant light in his green eyes was extinguished in an instant. Jerome looked blankly at my tear-stained face with a disappointed expression. We stared at each other, our faces pressed against the floor. The horse’s cock was still touching my buttocks and back.

Finally, Jerome let out a sigh. He said, his face clearly showing his disappointment.

Saying so, Jerome abruptly stood up.

I was still under the horse. I blankly watched Jerome’s boots walk away. The other boys, who had been lying flat on the floor, also stood up, so all I could see were their boots.

<Huh? Really? Why? It was just getting fun.>

Hugh said.

Jerome replied in a light tone.

What appeared to be Jerome’s boots could be seen walking leisurely towards the entrance.

What appeared to be Hugh’s boots turned towards Jerome.

<Aww, you are no fun. You could at least finish what you were watching before you go.>

I heard the stable door open and then immediately close. A brief silence fell inside the stables. But the remaining boys once again lay flat on the floor with faces like demons and looked at me. George said.

Tears streamed down my face. With only one arm supporting me on the floor, I reached my other arm back and grabbed the horse’s penis. I awkwardly raised my legs and brought my buttocks to the penis. But the penis was too big and would not go in at all. My hands were trembling so much that I could not even bring it to the entrance properly. I just kept letting the penis in my hand slip and rub against my buttocks. The body heat from the animal’s penis was horrifying and nauseating.

I just held the penis and let the tears stream down, eventually collapsing under the horse. Lying there, I sobbed. I wailed like a child, making loud noises. I mumbled apologies and begged for forgiveness into my own mouth. No one answered.

Hugh, who had been listening to me cry for a while, said affectionately.

I lifted my head. The boys had stood up, so I could only see their boots. I scrambled out from under the horse. Hugh bent his knees and gestured with his hand as if calling a dog. Even though my body was limp and I had no energy, I quickly threw myself in front of Hugh. I did not want to crawl under the horse again.

Hugh looked at my tear-soaked face and clicked his tongue. George stood next to Hugh with his arms crossed, looking down coldly. The lovers seemed greatly disappointed that their new pet dog had not completed its first mission properly. But they still looked amused.

Hugh walked past me and picked up the underwear and pants that were lying on the floor. He threw the clothes at my face, and I caught them, pushing my feet into the pant legs with trembling hands. I somehow managed to thread my trembling legs into the underwear and pants, then knelt and looked up at Hugh. Simon, who had been standing in the darkness, silently walked past us and put the horse back in its stall.

Hugh said.

<I, I was, I was wrong….>

I begged hastily.

<Y-yes, yes, I’ll, I’ll practice… I’ll practice…. I was wrong… please forgive me….>

I mumbled, rubbing my nose on Hugh’s shoe. Instead of answering, Hugh made me lift my head.

<Still, this one has become a bit more like a little dog. In the past, he would have thrown a fit. Right, George.>

Hugh said cheerfully, scratching under my chin.

<Yeah. I thought he would throw a tantrum like he did at <Kelly>….>

George tapped my cheek with the back of his hand.

I leaned my face against Hugh’s hand and gasped, begging for forgiveness. George slapped my cheek with the back of his hand. I hastily pulled my face away from Hugh’s hand. George said, feigning dignity.

I nodded my head frantically. Hugh and George left me and exited the stables. But Simon remained. He stood silently to one side, watching until the very end as I, gasping while trying to swallow my sobs, cleaned up the vomit.

After I finished everything, my body went limp and I collapsed right there on the stable floor. I no longer had the energy to cry. I could not believe that I had escaped the terror that had dominated my body just moments ago. I wanted to run away from this space filled with horses, but my body had no strength.

Just then, Simon approached. He looked at me with a blunt… but tense and stiff face. Simon looked at my face as if he were afraid. With a trembling hand, he hesitantly swept my cheek. As soon as his hand touched my cheek, I slowly closed my eyes. Simon took me into his arms.

I leaned my head against him, my body still heaving with ragged, uncalmed breaths. Simon held me tightly and sat, patiently calming me down. He waited quietly until my breathing became even. His embrace was so warm. Gradually, the trembling subsided, and I finally leaned comfortably into Simon’s arms.

It was quiet. Only the occasional sound of a horse snorting could be heard. Even the sound of our breathing gradually subsided and became quiet. My body was completely limp; I could not lift a single finger. I quietly opened my eyes. Simon’s face was right next to mine. He had his eyes closed peacefully. Ah, ahh. Ahh. Aaaah. These fucking sons of bitches. They all fell for it!

After being held in Simon’s arms for a long while, I headed to the dormitory. My stomach felt strangely empty from having thrown up. My body was also drained of energy thanks to the show I had put on, going through all that bullshit in the stables.

So, I could barely move, supported by Simon. We walked across the campus very slowly. We did not talk. Simon liked that. Since I had started this, I might as well act as Simon’s doll to the very end.

Separate from that, thinking about what Simon had done to me from this morning until now gave me the creeps. I knew it, but he was a crazier bastard than I had thought. He genuinely enjoyed dressing me up and dragging me around like he was playing with a Barbie.

Simon was in love. However, that was only when he could treat me like a doll. That love, tinged with madness, was the most frightening thing. I had a very ominous feeling that one day Simon would take out my innards, stuff me with sawdust, and turn me into a taxidermy specimen to play doll with. The warmth from his body that I had felt all day was chilling and terrifying.

It was scary, but I endured it. I did not show it. Just as I had done well all day, I was excellent on the way back to the dormitory. I leaned against him and acted submissively, like a well-crafted doll.

The problem arose when we entered the dormitory’s main entrance. The housemaster was standing at the entrance. Simon handed me over to the housemaster.

I knew what that meant without needing an explanation. The housemaster gripped my wrist tightly and led me away.

The housemaster’s room was located opposite the dining hall’s kitchen. The room, like the other dormitory rooms, was luxurious. I followed the housemaster obediently like a well-behaved dog. From a quick assessment of the situation, it seemed that if I just took that bastard’s cock, today’s schedule would be over.

I could not be sure, but it must have been around two or three in the morning. Following the housemaster’s lead, I entered the bedroom. The housemaster pointed to the bed with his chin. I pulled down my pants and underwear and placed my hands on the bed. I awkwardly stuck my ass out. I heard the sound of a zipper being undone behind me, and then he grabbed my butt cheeks, spread them, and spat, ptui, into my hole.

The vulgar bastard. But in reality, instead of cursing, I let out a soft moan. The housemaster shoved his fingers inside me, wiggled them around a few times, and then immediately pushed his penis in. It hurt. It hurt so much I whimpered like a little dog. When I muttered a few things like “be gentle” and “it’s too big,” the housemaster, pleased, squeezed my ass.

Let him do as he pleased. I did not care. No matter how much this body was defiled, it was always the same. Taking a cock was not difficult. Hadn’t Jerome and Simon trained my backdoor very well all this time? When the housemaster put his hand between my thighs to spread them, I widened my legs a bit more. Without warning, he began to thrust violently. I held on by gripping the bedsheets to keep my body from lurching forward.

My body was already drained of strength, so I could not last long and collapsed onto the bed. The housemaster did not care; he just pulled my hips up, fucked me to his heart’s content, and came inside. The housemaster pulled his penis out. I pulled up my underwear and pants and managed to get up. I stumbled out of the room. The housemaster followed. Simon, who was waiting outside, took my hand and led me to the stairs.

We returned to the top floor. Jerome was not there; it seemed he had gone to his own room. Hugh and George were sitting side by side on the living room sofa in their pajamas. They gestured for me to come. I went obediently. I went over and let them lift my head and scratch my chin as they wanted. Their beaming, happy faces were idiotic. As I acted cute on their laps and even shed a few tears, George, in a ridiculous attempt to be strict, slapped my cheek. The little brats.

As they wanted, I pulled down my underwear again and showed them the hole dripping with the housemaster’s semen. I listened to them call me a male prostitute or something, then went into the bathroom with Simon and let that pervert wash my body. By the time I finished bathing with Simon and had my hair dried, the pair of cockroaches who had been sitting in the living room were nowhere to be seen, having apparently gone to bed. Simon laid me down on the bed. As I lay down and closed my eyes, he started touching my cheek. In any case, it had been an extremely tiring day, so whether that psycho touched my cheek or not, I quickly fell fast asleep.

It was morning. I let Simon take me to the bathroom and wash me, remaining still. When I was dressed and came out to the living room, Hugh and George had finished their breakfast and come up. Hugh called me, so I walked over on two feet and got slapped again. They told me that from now on, I had to crawl on all fours in the room. That level of humiliation was easy for me to endure, so I willingly agreed, getting on the floor and rubbing my cheek on the tip of Hugh’s shoe.

For some reason, they said I could go down to the dining hall and eat breakfast. I had thought they would bring something like a dog bowl and feed me, so it was unexpected. It was only after I went down to the dining hall that I finally understood their intention. The dining hall was unusually crowded and bustling with students. Not only that, but the students were all eating with their bags and trunks piled up next to them, making the hall seem much more crowded than usual. A slow realization dawned on me.

Today was Friday. After this morning’s exam, the vacation would begin. But on the top floor, no one had packed. The same went for me. It seemed their intention was for me to be plunged into despair once more by seeing the students leaving freely. Notices were scattered on the dining hall tables.

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