The One and Only Sami Chapter 54

His voice was calm and soft, yet firm, like a man who had strictly disciplined himself against showing pity or compassion.

“Don’t tense up. Just breathe out slowly. It’ll hurt less that way.”

The sobbing grew louder. Sami’s body trembled as he gulped in air. Terrified of the next exhale, he kept hitching his breath, inhaling in short, sharp gasps.

His resistance didn’t last long. As he panted, slowly letting out through his mouth the air he’d taken in through his nose, the tip of the rod slipped into his urethra—about the depth of a pinky nail.

“…!”

Since the rod was slick with extract, it glided in smoothly to that depth, but to Sami, it felt as though a place he could never hope to touch was being slowly, agonizingly scraped.

It hurts. It hurts.

“It—it hurts…”

“You have to breathe out again. Like this: whew.”

“Hh… uwaah… n-no. Take it out. Take it out! Please… hah!”

“There we go, it’s going in well. One more time.”

“Huuuh, hhu… ugh… hic, ah!”

Razard hummed to himself. Poor Sami. Before he could even learn the pleasure of being fondled, he had learned the sensation of having the hidden depths within him hollowed out.

There weren’t many men in this country, let alone the entire desert, who shared an experience like this. The thought provoked a strange thrill, and Razard licked his lips.

When the rod hit a slight catch, Sami finally broke down into full-blown wailing, tears streaming down his face.

“It’s going to—it’s going to break. Hic… I won’t be able to use it. I won’t be able to use it anymore…”

Even as he held the sobbing, trembling body in his arms, Razard showed no sign of backing down.

Razard waited long enough. He showed a level of persistence that made one wonder if he ever truly lacked patience. He soothed Sami by kissing him on the temple.

Then, just as Sami’s breath slowed from the exhaustion of crying, he carefully pushed the rod further into the urethra. Once he gently nudged past the initial obstruction, the rod slid in the rest of the way without resistance.

“Ah, hah. Agh, hhh…? Ah…!”

He’d said it would break. He’d said it would be ruined!

Despite his desperate pleas, Razard pushed the rod in firmly without a word. Through a vision blurred by tears, Sami saw the extract pooling at the opening of his urethra, clumping into round droplets like dew. There was so much thick sap on the rod that the excess was being pushed out.

The moment he realized that it wasn’t just the rod rummaging through his membranes—

“…!! H-hic…!”

Sami let out a strangled groan. A surge of stimulation bloomed from a place so deep he couldn’t put a name to it, consuming him entirely.

With every inch the rod was buried, the lining of his urethra was stretched and pushed aside. Pain and pleasure intertwined like a pair of lovers, pounding at his core. It wasn’t enough; the sensation spread all the way down his spine.

“Stop, please stop…”

Sami begged piteously, but Razard’s hand cruelly continued to torment his narrowest fold of flesh.

As the tip of the thin, rounded rod poked the internal flesh once more, a dizzying sensation shot up his back, like a rough bead being rubbed against him. It stung all the way to the back of his neck and the crown of his head, forcing him to arch his neck back.

“Hah, ah…! Hh, ugh, nng…”

The sensation of pain and itching became hopelessly jumbled. He wanted to tell Razard to take it out because it hurt, but he also wanted it to stay and keep scratching because it itched so much.

It itches. It hurts. It itches. It hurts. It itches. It itches. Keep scratching…

The rod was now completely buried inside Sami’s member, leaving only enough of the end for fingers to grip.

His body had learned to feel, not through the rubbing and stroking of the shaft, but through the poking and prodding of the hole inside.

Sami himself only managed sounds like “It hurts” or “It itches.” He hadn’t yet learned that this was the sensation called “It feels good.”

Indeed, it was still too much to ask Sami to connect a sensation so sharp it made his head snap back with actual pleasure.

Razard watched Sami’s reaction for a while before moving the rod ever so slightly. Pushing it in, pulling it out just a fraction, or tilting it to the side.

His body, its urinary tract plugged tight by the rod, twitched and suffered shallow convulsions at even the slightest movement.

“Heuk, hhh? Ah, nng, aaah…!”

It seemed he wanted to release some fluid, but with the passage blocked like this, only a few stray drops managed to trickle out through the gaps around the rod.

Razard finally pulled his hand away from the cock. Losing even that minor stimulation made Sami desperate. He arched his waist and moaned in distress.

“Hhugh, it—it itches, it itches… I want to scratch it…”

“Do you want to do it yourself, then, Sami?”

“Hic… uh, what?”

“That wasn’t the only thing I brought. I have other work to do.”

A clink sounded. Sami’s face, which had been flushed soft from the probing of his urethra, suddenly turned deathly pale.

A familiar sound. That was the sound from earlier, when he and Razard were rummaging through the items in the chest. While he sat frozen, not daring to look at what was being done, Razard had already picked up one of the Marut’s tools and was dangling it before Sami’s eyes.

Beads dangling and chiming from a very thin gold chain.

Razard held the ring the beads were attached to and shook it lightly. The beads, vibrating from the impact of the fall, were reflected in Sami’s amber eyes.

Again. Again, he’s going to put something strange on my body. It just keeps going.

Even though it hadn’t started yet, Sami couldn’t contain his sorrow and began to sob heavily.

“Sami.”

Razard reached out again to the slumped, sniffling Sami.

Given up already? You really are smart. Such a good boy. He praised Sami’s resignation.

Then, he pinched and lifted the tip of his breast.

“Hgh…!”

“It pops right out now.”

Before, his nipples had been flat, but thanks to Razard’s diligent sucking and careful fondling while Sami slept, they had grown into raised points without the owner even knowing.

The nipples that rose up so commendably, as if they knew it was their turn, deserved praise. Razard pushed upward on the tip with a sticky thumb.

“Hi…? Hh, ahh!”

His sensitivity was excellent. At this point, they were as good as sexual organs themselves. He slipped the beaded rings onto Sami’s nipples, which had risen thick from his heavy stroking.

Earlier, he’d plugged the hole in his cock with a sticky rod; now, he’d constricted the area around his nipples by fitting them into tiny rings.

Fitting the rings over the turgid points wasn’t difficult. It was over in a flash, as long as he pressed down to keep Sami from squirming away.

The thin, flat rings fit perfectly at the base of Sami’s nipples. Everything from the Marut’s chest fit Sami’s body perfectly. As if they were toys made specifically for him.

Sami stared with disbelief at the gold rings buried where the areola met the nipple. The small chains attached to the rings and the clear glass beads lay quietly against Sami’s chest. Since the beads were designed to vibrate if shaken too much, he became cautious, barely daring to breathe.

“Now, stop. Please, Razard…”

“Just one last thing.”

Sami’s face was already a mess of sweat and tears.

“No. I don’t want—I don’t want anything else on me… stop with the other things…”

With a face flushed red and damp, he begged, “Please don’t do the last one.” If he’d been told to kowtow, he looked ready to do it in that very state.

It wasn’t a bad look, but to obtain the Marut, he couldn’t afford to be lenient.

Thinking he’d have to soothe him well afterward, Razard picked up the final tool.

The one he had shown Sami earlier.

The cone-shaped club with rounded fruits protruding from it. Looking at it again, its shape made it clear exactly where it would be used in an act of sexual torture. Thanks to the multiple layers of dried intestine, it even had vein-like structures wrapped around it, making it look even more grotesque. The thickest part was as wide as a child’s forearm.

“Hh, ugh.”

Sami hurriedly raised his bound wrists and clasped his hands together. It was the gesture of someone begging for mercy.

“Razard. N-no. P-please don’t do that. That… I can’t use that.”

“Do you know where it’s going?”

“Ugh, hhuuu… n-no. You can’t put that in.”

However ignorant he was of sex, he seemed to know which part of him was supposed to swallow such a thick pillar.

Faced with a man turning pale and shivering like that, Razard wasn’t such a heartless man as to play unnecessary pranks.

…Well, excluding the time he threatened Sami at the banquet. That couldn’t be helped.

“It’s okay, Sami,”

In any case, he soothed Sami in an incredibly kind and gentle tone.

“I’m not going to put it inside you.”