The One and Only Sami Chapter 55

“Hh… what?”

Razard slid the club between Sami’s huddled, trembling hands. Terrified, Sami couldn’t even bring himself to grip it and let it fall, but Razard didn’t scold him at all. He wordlessly picked up the menacing weapon from where it lay on the bed and pressed it back into Sami’s palms. Then, he whispered:

Hold it tight.

“Right here.”

As Sami was forced to wrap his fingers firmly around the club, Razard grabbed his bound wrists and pulled. Guided by Razard, his hands—clutching the lumpy, protruding tool—passed his chest and navel. They moved past his member, which was quivering with the rod inside, and dug even deeper toward a more private place.

An ominous premonition struck him. The only thing below his cock was there, and Razard had promised he wouldn’t do anything to it. Sami shook his head in disbelief. Razard soothed him again with another soft shhh.

“I promised I wouldn’t put it inside you, didn’t I?”

Gently tugging the stiff, frozen wrists, the final destination Razard led them to was indeed not a “place for insertion,” just as he’d said. His hands stopped at the fleshy mound between his testicles and his backside. His perineum, that thin line of skin in the center, was tensed to the limit, shocked by the foreign sensation.

Razard tilted Sami’s wrists, pressing down hard so the tip of the club was buried into that sensitive patch of flesh.

“Hic…”

Since the handle was as thick as a child’s forearm but tapered into a cone toward the top, it wasn’t difficult to exert pressure on the perineum. Once again, it felt as though the tool had been custom-made for Sami.

Sami, the one actually pressing the club against himself, sat with his knees knocked together, drenched in a sweltering sweat. The sensation of the round, hard fruits lumpy against his tender skin was bizarre and alien.

“When I tell you to, all you have to do is press down hard right here with your own hands. I won’t do anything else with that.”

“…Really…?”

“Yeah. I’m not lying.”

He meant it. Razard had no desire to use that monstrosity to be the first thing to breach Sami’s backside before he’d even tasted Razard’s own cock.

However, he did think it would be good to touch Sami’s inner walls today. Seeing how the opening—which had been wetted and rubbed so many times—was now puckered and hypersensitive from the accumulated stimulation, he felt the timing was perfect.

He had spent all this time moistening and massaging the entrance to teach the body that it would be used eventually; now, it was time to move inside.

“I’m not using that for this.”

Razard extended his index and middle fingers and rested them lightly against Sami’s entrance.

Driven mad by anxiety, Sami’s pupils shook violently. His rounded eyes were completely drowned in moisture.

The amber irises, usually like rich honey, had turned dark and dull. The loss of their usual luster was partly due to his blurred focus, but mostly because he could no longer contain his fear.

But Razard knew.

If he could just peel back that layer of intense terror…

He would surely find a man whose throat was quivering in anticipation of the coming pleasure.

“…”

Such a plain, insignificant little thing.

If he hadn’t been discovered, he’d probably be sweeping a courtyard with a broom today. He would have spent his day as a servant who knew nothing of the world.

But the daily life of this unassuming, ordinary creature had been completely warped.

Rings dangled from his nipples, his member was plugged with a thin rod, and he was allowing a stranger’s fingers into a hole he had never even looked at himself. He was panting, forced to press a club more grotesque than a cock against his own perineum.

Between his parted lips, the tips of his front teeth and his small tongue were visible. His feverish breath fluttered within that narrow mouth. Black curls of hair clung to his damp forehead and cheeks.

Looking down at that sight, Razard finally let out a hot sigh.

Ah, I can’t help it.

He was truly pathetic, yet precious. It was a stroke of luck that no one else had recognized his true value and devoured him first.

It was lucky that those eyes were simply round and gentle, without a hint of seductive energy.

It was lucky he didn’t know the clever trick of dabbing aromatic oils on his wrists and neck.

It was lucky that his body was flat and unripened, failing to grow into his age.

Before he could learn how to make a man hard…

“Haha…”

I’m glad he fell into my hands.

He hadn’t realized that touching a man who had never been handled before would be this fun, this arousing. He wanted to smear his own scent all over this body that knew nothing of lust and swell every inch of it with sexual sensitivity.

The urge to twist Sami’s sexual boundaries was becoming hard to restrain.

With his other hand, the one not touching the entrance, Razard fondled Sami’s chest. He traced the side of his finger around the ring pinned to the nipple, then slid it down the tiny chain to cup the bead from below.

“K-hhu…”

“Sami.”

The finger supporting the bead suddenly dropped away.

As the bead fell and vibrated sharply, Razard simultaneously slid his fingers into the puckered fold between Sami’s buttocks.

“Do it now. Press down hard right here, okay?”

Don’t you dare let go. Razard’s voice fell over Sami’s naked body, firm and sweet.

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“K-uugh…”

Sami’s mouth was no longer an organ for speech.

“Heuk, hh? Ngh, hhaaaah…!”

The most he could do was pant like a dog with his tongue hanging out.

Sami screamed until his ears rang and his body jolted. It felt like Razard was saying something, but he couldn’t hear a word.

In truth, in Sami’s current state, it was a miracle he hadn’t fainted already.

“Ah, hheuk, I c-can’t—ah? AAAAAHHH…!”

And for good reason—his nipples were being squeezed by the rings while the beads vibrated incessantly, sending constant, micro-jolts of stimulation through him. Every time his body buckled from the torture-like pleasure, a new impact hit the beads, causing the vibrations to continue without pause.

The situation below was even more disastrous. Every time his waist jerked, the tip of the rod plugging his urethra poked at his sensitive depths, causing Sami’s legs to kick out and curl back in a frantic flutter.

He couldn’t think straight. The stimulation flowed directly through him, causing the area inside his perineum—which he was pressing hard with his own hands—to ache and tingle with a gnawing intensity.

He wanted to throw the tool aside, but his handcuffed hands offered him no freedom. Being forced to press a lumpy, protruding club against a part of himself he’d never even touched properly made him feel a squeezing sensation deep behind his navel.

It was all a blur now, impossible to describe with simple words like pain, itchiness, or numbness. It felt as if every nerve in his body had swarmed into his chest and his crotch.

It felt as though he had a second heart beating wildly beneath his belly. It was hot, as if all his blood were pooling there. In contrast, his head felt light, as if drained of blood, turning white before snapping back to reality over and over. He nearly lost consciousness several times, his grip on the club loosening.

“Haa… Sami, Sami. Wake up.”

But Razard wouldn’t let him escape into the comfort of a faint. Every time Sami tried to let go, Razard would scratch at the wall inside his entrance, causing his body to bolt upright and snapping him back to awareness.

“Ngh? Hh, gugh…!”

“There, grab it again. Press.”

He even kindly forced the fake cock back into Sami’s hands so he could continue masturbating his perineum. All the while, Razard never stopped rummaging inside those small buttocks.

The internal walls, slick and tight with peak sensitivity, found even one or two fingers an overwhelming burden.

It wasn’t an annoyance at all. On the contrary, since this was the first time he was touching the inside, it would have been disappointing if he had just yielded easily.

Razard rubbed the inside with obsessive persistence. He had already found the spot that made Sami arch his back and spray lewd juices.

As he poked through the soft walls, he found a cute little lump buried there, as if it were trying to hide.

Razard cruelly scratched with his fingers at the spot already burning from the probing in the urethra and the pressure on the perineum.

“Ah, AAAAAHHH…! He—uh? Hng, ngh, HIIIIEUK…!”

Finally, a scream that didn’t even sound human filled the Master’s bed.

He wanted to kick his feet wildly, but doing so made his stiff member shake, causing the inserted rod to painfully stab his tender membranes. Sami was left with no recourse as the very peak of his pleasure was mercilessly carved up.

“Ngh, uugh, hhugh, he? S-save me…”

Save me.

He arched his neck and convulsed. His glazed, amber eyes rolled back.

Something in my head must have broken. In truth, Sami didn’t have the mental capacity to form such a coherent sentence. His mind was just a blur of simple words: Head… went stupid. Hate this. This was all he could manage.