When Lewis was taken to the Dukedom, it was done by his manipulative, perverted and abusive uncle.
The man even brazenly demanded a hundred gold coins in advance, insisting on payment first and boasting that without him, the Duke would never have had the chance to touch Lewis at all. He even claimed that he had deliberately kept Lewis a virgin for this very purpose, grooming him to be offered to the Duke.
Though merely a commoner, Lewis's uncle was unexpectedly well-informed.
Through his circle of equally unprincipled acquaintances, he had learned secrets others whispered in fear, including the fact that the Duke was capable of impregnating men.
To him, this knowledge only increased Lewis's worth.
Despite harboring his own twisted desires for Lewis, the uncle held himself back, never going beyond groping and unwanted touches.
Even so, those lingering hands were enough to terrify Lewis, leaving him in constant fear of the man who was supposed to protect him.
And so, when it was Lewis's turn to be claimed by the Duke, there was no turning back.
He was led into the Duke's private chambers with every step heavy with dread.
The servants bathed him in scented oils with gentle but firm hands while leaving behind a lingering fragrance of roses and jasmine that only reminded him of how exposed he truly was.
They also dressed him in robes finer than anything he had ever seen. A soft, expensive fabrics that hugged his frail frame and made him feel both out of place and painfully aware of his vulnerability.
For a long moment before being presented, Lewis had allowed himself to weep in private, crying for the life he had lost and the freedom he would never know.
But the tears offered no comfort and they did not soften the reality that awaited him.
Soon, he found himself in the Duke's presence, trembling, heart pounding and a mind screaming for escape.
But there was none.
If he refused, if he turned back, his uncle's wrath was certain and brutal.
Beatings, maybe worse, awaited him as a constant threat that had been drilled into him for years.
So, with a mixture of fear, despair and a numb resignation, Lewis surrendered himself.
He ended the night in the Duke's arms, powerless and trapped, enduring what he could not resist. The room smelled of fine oils, polished wood and the heavy, unspoken tension between him and the man whose touch he could neither welcome nor refuse.
"Why so stiff? Didn't you come to my estate for this?" Draen whispered as he spread Lewis' legs with his knee and sucked his left nipple while rubbing the other one.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"
Still, Lewis stayed silent and just moaned to let the Duke know that even if he's afraid, he will still accomplish his end of the bargain. After all, after this, his uncle will be happy, for he will go home with some money.
After a bit of time of foreplay, the Duke finally reached his limit.
"Ugh, ah! Agh! Ah!" Lewis kept moaning along with the bed's creaking sound as the Duke finally thrusted inside him, faster and deeper.
"Ah, so good. Feels so good…" The Duke was grinding on top of him while holding both of Lewis' thighs up.
"I t-think I'm going crazy.. Ugh, ngh! Haa!" Lewis arches his back and at the same time splurts his semen on his own stomach, which made the Duke smile.
"Haa, is it good? You're feeling good, right? I even put a lot of oil inside you…" The Duke whispered as he squirted inside him, which made Lewis arch his body and tremble at the same time while feeling the numbness in his legs.
His dick also went limp because he cum a lot just now and while the Duke was looking at his lewd body, panting, the Duke stroked his own dick and made it hard again.
This time, he lifted Lewis's body and dropped him on his knees and inserted his dick again.
"Ugh, w-wait, Your Grace, Ungh!" Lewis cried while he was being thrust relentlessly again, deeper and harder this time, and also faster, as if there was no tomorrow.
His whole body was even bouncing on the bed with every move of the Duke. He was like a beast in heat and while thrusting inside him, the Duke even went as far as biting Lewis back, feet, chest and even his thigh during the process.
"Too d-deep, Your Grace…"
"It's okay, you're going to be okay, hmm? We can't stop anyway, so might as well enjoy, okay?"
"I… Your Grace, my back h-hurts. Hngh!"
"Alright, alright, let's change position. I'd better hit your spot or how will you manifest if I won't make you feel good and satisfied, yes?"
"Uh, haa! Im cumming!"
"Sure, sure, cum a lot… I'll clean you up…"
As time passed by, they didn't stay in a single position.
Sometimes, Lewis' body was turned sideways with one leg in the air and one leg on the bed while being thrusted.
Sometimes they will stand with Lewis' hand on the wall while lifting his bottom just enough for the Duke to enter.
And also, just on the edge of the bed, Lewis' body will be dropped there with his legs spread open and the Duke's body leaning close to him, kissing and sucking him.
Also, there was a time when Lewis was on top of the Duke, moving his hips on his own.
As time went by, Lewis' neck was also full of marks and bruises on his hips and wrist. And while making love, there was a time when he couldn't even cum anymore.
When morning came, Alon came to fetch Lewis since the Duke hated waking up and finding someone else in his bed, so Alon, who knew the Duke well, was sent to bring him.
He helped Lewis put on fresh clothes and even helped him take a bath.
Afterward, Lewis was given some warm tea to help him recover his strength.
Then, he was sent to the outer building and told to wait for further instructions. His back still hurt badly, making it hard to move but he followed Alon's instructions quietly, without complaining.
Three days passed.
Lewis waited patiently, even though his body was still sore and bruised. Then a letter arrived from his uncle.
Apparently, his uncle had bribed a servant to deliver it, saying that Lewis had to come home because his uncle had something important to tell him.
Lewis's heart sank. He was scared of going back but he knew he had no choice. Whatever awaited him, he would have to face it alone.
And as what he had expected, his uncle waited in their house, drunk, as to what Lewis could clearly see on the ground. There are cigarette ashes, bottles of ale, scattered glasses and a smell of a drug, or Lewis wasn't so sure.
Also, this time, his uncle approached him while staggering with a bottle in hand and looked at Lewis' body in a lewd way that made Lewis uncomfortable.
"So, how does it feel to take it from behind?"
Hearing that, Lewis lifted his head and glared at his uncle. After all, his uncle was the reason why such things happened to him.
"What an ungrateful brat? I just want to know, how dare you glare at your only relative, huh?" his uncle slapped him, which made him fall on the floor as he was tearing up.
"So, how was it to take it from behind? Answer me?"
"Why would you even like to know, uncle? Please have some decency."
"Haa, look at this brat? Decency, my ass, come here!"
This time, his uncle climbed on top of him, undressed himself and leaned while grinding on top of him.
"Ah, let go! Please don't do this!" Lewis shouted and tried to push him.
"How dare you refuse me! If it's not because of me, you would've been starving on the streets, or since you're pretty, you probably became a whore, yes?" his uncle grabbed his chin and tried to kiss him.
When Lewis still struggled to push him, that is when his uncle reached his anger to the limit and punched him, that bruise his lips.
"Ugh… Hngh…" Lewis groaned while feeling a bit dizzy because the punch was too heavy for him to bear. Aside from that, his body hadn't yet recovered.
After that, seeing him struggle to breathe and seeing the marks on his neck, his uncle tried to remove Lewis's clothes but when he used all his strength left at once, he was able to push his uncle and was about to open the door when his uncle grabbed an empty bottle and smashed it on his head.
That made Lewis falls on the floor, unconscious and bleeding.
Seeing the blood, his uncle felt a bit sobered and caressed his temple.
''F-fuck! The hell! Shit, it's not my fault. How come he won't let me touch him after being touch by that damn Duke! I was the one who raised him!'' the man thought while frowning and feeling nervous, then kicked Lewis' body gently.
"Hey! H-hey, wake up! Wake the damn up!" but when he didn't wake up, his uncle fled the house, leaving him unconscious.