Do It Yourself
What kind of man was I, Leopold?
Unlike the other boys my age, who couldn't keep their hands to themselves for five minutes, I was the type who could go months without jerking off and be perfectly fine. Maybe I just had a low sex drive to begin with. I'd never felt that restless, itchy need people were always going on about. So I figured a week would be no problem. I was that sure of myself.
But a man is still a man, and every morning, without fail, the tent went up.
"Nngh..."
The healthier the morning wood, the more agonizing the start of each day became. Waking up every single morning to the feeling that my cock was about to split open did wonders for my quality of life — all of them terrible.
And of course, the moment someone tells you not to think about an elephant, an elephant is all you can think about. Being forbidden from touching myself only made everything down there itch that much worse. I tried pressing on the chastity cage, just in case — but the thing was built like a vault. The metal plate wrapped around my cock didn't so much as consider bending. My backup plan of grinding against the floor the way I used to as a kid went down in flames.
"You've only been at this for three days and you're already this restless. What are you going to do with yourself?"
"I haven't been restless..."
"Well — if you say so."
Not even half the promised week had gone by, and already that strange sensation starting from below was spreading through my whole body in a slow, simmering wave. It was ticklish and stifling all at once, and I couldn't keep my mind on anything. I didn't have any real duties in this mansion, so it wasn't a crisis, exactly...
Zoning out and making mistake after mistake, though — that was a problem.
"Oh my, are you all right?"
"I-I'm fine!"
"I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going..."
"N-no, it's okay. I'll just... be going!"
"Yes, please watch your step...?"
Even the scent of some nameless maid I'd bumped into in the hallway was enough to make things twitch downstairs. I had no choice but to admit how hypersensitive my body had become.
"Goddammit... this is driving me insane..."
Unable to touch my cock, I started putting my hands on my chest instead. I gathered up what little I had and kneaded it. I pinched my nipples, flicked them. It sent a shiver through me, but the explosive pleasure I was chasing never came — just that maddening feeling of something being right there, just out of reach. In my impatience I pinched harder, but all I got was a sharp sting of pain.
I stopped touching my chest and flopped onto the bed.
Two whole days left...
I sighed and closed my eyes, hoping that when I woke, that promised week would already be over.
"Emma... please..."
"I-I can't. I don't even have the key in the first place."
Only one day left, but Katrina had come looking for Emma anyway. He clung to her and begged the way a child begs their mother for a toy. But Emma had no way to help him. As she'd said, she didn't have the key to the chastity cage — and more than that, she was terrified of falling out of her lady's favor over something this reckless. She turned her face away.
"Then at least teach me how to touch my chest..."
"I beg your pardon?"
"When I do it myself it doesn't feel anything like when you do it. I won't bother you anymore, just... just tell me how..."
Emma fell into thought. What had her lady meant by "the front," exactly? Come to think of it... the chest was on the front, wasn't it? And when a noble was begging this desperately, wouldn't it be rude to keep refusing?
Having finished rationalizing it to herself, Emma slowly opened her mouth.
"...But this stays a secret from my lady. Understood?"
"Yeah... I got it."
Emma sat Katrina on her lap. The soft give of his ass pressed warm against her thighs. She swallowed the urge to shove him down and knead those cheeks right then and there, and instead began caressing his chest with slow, deliberate hands, her fingertips tracing light circles around his areolae.
"You have to take it slow with the chest."
"...I don't feel anything."
"Just wait a moment. You haven't warmed up yet."
Katrina fussed at first, but gradually his complaints dwindled and his body began to melt, going limp and pliant in her lap. He squirmed, letting out shallow breaths.
"See? It feels good now, doesn't it?"
"Mmh..."
The pleasure blooming from his nipples traveled down his spine and spread through his whole body. Two contradictory feelings coexisted in his chest — a frantic impatience, and a desperate hunger for more.
Just a little more...♡
The pleasure kept climbing. He was right on the edge of breaking through the threshold of climax. A pathetic moan slipped from his lips — and then.
"...Ah?"
"That's enough for today."
Emma's hands stopped. Katrina twisted around with a desperate look, but she shook her head, her expression firm.
"You asked me to teach you the method. That's all."
"But I don't wanna...♡"
"Ah-ah. No. You only have to hold out one more day."
He'd gone to Emma's room hoping to scratch an itch, and come back with a worse one. Katrina spent a sleepless night trying to cool his overheated body.
"You horny little mutt. If it weren't for that chastity cage...!"
That Emma spent an equally sleepless night was, by this point, an open secret.
The hellish week — which had only gotten worse, never better — was finally over. Katrina sat in a chair staring at the door, like a dog waiting for its master.
"Been waiting?"
A knock, and the door opened. Veronica stepped inside. He didn't want to admit it, but Katrina slowly nodded. She seemed to find that endearing, and reached out to stroke his hair. After a week of this, he was so sensitive that even that simple touch sent heat flooding through his body.
"Or was it this key you were waiting for, and not me?"
Veronica smiled and drew a small key from her bosom — the key to the lock on the chastity cage that had tormented him for a week. She dangled it in the air, and his eyes followed it like a pendulum.
"......"
"N-no. I was waiting for you, sister..."
He snapped back to himself and shook his head, scrambling for an excuse — but it was already too late. Veronica's expression had gone ice-cold.
She, too, had been forced into an unintended week of abstinence by locking him in that cage. She'd planned to thoroughly enjoy herself tonight. She'd just changed her mind.
She tossed him the dildo she'd been planning to fit into a strap-on harness. He caught the lump of silicone flying at him on pure reflex.
Unlike the ones he'd seen before, this dildo was shaped like an actual cock. The color wasn't some artificial shade — it was skin-toned, complete with veins and a realistically sculpted head. As a man, he couldn't help the flicker of revulsion at the sight. He looked up at her, dazed, and Veronica's voice came out like ice.
"What...? Weren't you going to... put it in me?"
"I said do it yourself. I'm not in the mood to fuck you right now."
"Then at least take this chastity cage off... n-never mind. I'll just do it."
He wanted to argue that a promise was a promise — but the look on her face was too terrifying, so he let it drop. That said... how was he supposed to get this in without any lube?
Like a dog that knew it had messed up, he cautiously lifted his eyes. The instant they met Veronica's, he flinched and dropped his gaze again.
What? Why is she so angry...?
Her crimson eyes burned like iron fresh from the forge. No matter how many times he replayed the last few minutes, he couldn't figure out what he'd done to set her off.
After some deliberation, he decided to use the body's own natural lubricant.
Slurp, slurp...
He licked the dildo the way a woman would service a man. Before long it was slathered in his saliva. Figuring that would be enough, he stood it upright on the floor. With a wet smack, the suction cup at the base stuck fast.
Katrina squatted over the fixed dildo. He'd only bent his knees halfway and already the tip was pressing against his ass.
Gulp.
It was the kind of size that made you swallow dry. It's not going to tear me again... right? Anxiety washed over him, but he decided to focus on getting it in first.
To avoid repeating last time's mistake, he gripped the shaft firmly, then pressed the head flush against his hole. He rolled his hips, grinding slowly, and the head slipped inside with surprising ease. They say starting is half the battle — apparently that applied to dildos too. Once his hole opened its mouth, it offered no further resistance.
Katrina exhaled and slowly lowered his hips.
"Hhn...♡"
A dildo modeled after a real cock wasn't just for show. From the ridge between the head and the shaft to every raised vein, the sensations tormenting his ass were far more varied than anything a smooth toy had ever given him.
"Hhk... hhk..."
He felt packed full, like his guts were stuffed to bursting — the same bloated heaviness you get after overeating. But when he looked down, there was still dildo left that hadn't gone in. Just a little more and he could take the whole thing.
He caught his breath, then pushed his ass down again. There was a bit of resistance, a dull ache — he ignored both. Moments later, something gave way with a thick, wet pop — and lightning struck behind his eyes.
"Ohh—♡?"