Page 88 of A Crown of Lies

His words slurred into each other. He was pleasure drunk, or else he wouldn’t have slipped up and used Ieduin’s name. Still, hearing his name on Rowan’s lips, his voice still thick with pleasure, it was even more sweet than being called a good boy.

“Thank you, sir.” Ieduin’s voice turned into a whimper as Rowan withdrew.

Rowan was still whispering high praises to him as he brought Ieduin down from the ropes and freed his hands. Ieduin’s shoulders were sore, but he was still disappointed to be untied already. He must’ve made a noise of protest because Rowan hushed him again.

“I know, but you’ll need your hands for this next part. Or I will.”

Ieduin felt strangely light as Rowan ushered him to a soft chair that reclined when he leaned back on it, giving Rowan near unrestricted access to his lower body. He shuddered as Rowan slid his hands up Ieduin’s thighs, hooking his fingers around the thin straps of the lacy thong. He tugged it down, pulling it away for a quick inspection.

“Only a little damp,” Rowan mused. “You exceed my expectations yet again, but I’m afraid there is yet one more test of endurance for you.”

Ieduin whimpered. “But you said—”

Rowan nodded and kissed his sweaty forehead. “I said you would get to cum next, and you will. But I told you I wanted you to work for it, didn’t I? It’s up to you if you want to keep the dress on but…” Rowan turned, retrieving a small dish from the bedside table. He held it out to Ieduin. “I want you to remove your piercing.”

Ieduin’s hands trembled as he tugged up the bottom hem of the silk dress and he bit his lip. He could count on one hand the number of times he’d pulled his cock piercing out for any length of time, and he was nervous as hell about what was about to happen, but he trusted Rowan not to hurt him.

Mostly, he just didn’t want to remove the damn thing because it was such a pain in the ass to put back in. The few times he had removed it had been for cleaning, and once when he’d decided he’d go up a size to a larger gauge. That he didn’t want to do again. Removing it would also make him feel naked in a way he didn’t like. It was like being stripped of an essential part of himself. At least Rowan had said he could keep the dress on.

His cock had gone soft, which meant it was a little easier to unscrew the bulb. The sensation of sliding the barbel through was both annoying and pleasurable in its own way.

He carefully placed both pieces in the dish Rowan held out. “It can’t stay out for long.”

“Half an hour at most,” Rowan promised, and set the dish aside. He removed the tight ring around Ieduin’s balls and Ieduin let out a relieved breath. Rowan tugged the dress down, covering Ieduin for the time being, but didn’t move his hand. Instead, he began stroking Ieduin through the silk.

Ieduin’s head fell back, and he moaned at the soft friction rubbing over him. “Gods above, that’s nice.”

“Isn’t it?” Rowan agreed with a mischievous grin. “Silk, lace, and fine textiles of all kinds are a favorite prop of mine.”

He was half talking to Ieduin and half talking just to talk, Ieduin thought. Rowan liked to talk. Ieduin didn’t mind. The sound of his voice was soothing. He might’ve been able to drift off to sleep if Rowan wasn’t so damn good at stroking his cock to attention. It didn’t take long, even if he was keenly aware of the missing weight of the piercing that was normally there.

Rowan tugged back the silk dress, exposing Ieduin’s cock again. “Look at that. So eager to respond. Such a good boy.”

Ieduin flushed at the praise.

Rowan tugged a small trunk from the nearby table and opened it, placing it next to Ieduin. The inside was lined with velvet, and there were eight little figures sitting in the box. At first, Ieduin couldn’t make out what they were, but as soon as he recognized them, he grinned. “You have little figures of the Eight Divines in a box?”

“Oh, they’re far more than that.” He removed the one fashioned to look like the Maiden, but he was right. It turned out it was a long, thin rod, and the Maiden was only on the top of it. “Since you’re new, we’ll start with the smallest one.”

“Wait a minute. Where is that going?” Ieduin glanced nervously between the rod and his cock. There were very few holes left in him that Rowan hadn’t explored, but some of them… Ieduin wasn’t sure he wanted Rowan to go poking some of them.

Light danced in Rowan’s eyes as he smiled. “It’s going in your cock. Right down through the center. You’ll have to hold still, and there is some danger. However, I’m very experienced with these. They’re my personal favorites. I use them all the time myself. Ultimately, it’s up to you, however. Do you want to stop?”

He chewed his lip. “It doesn’t hurt?”

“It’s uncomfortable for some, but no. Not painful. I find them quite pleasurable.”

Ieduin took a deep breath. “Okay, but I’m not good at sitting still.”

“That is why this is an exercise in self-control.”

Ieduin’s heart was pounding in his throat as Rowan slicked the rod thoroughly with a special oil also stored in the box. He spread a small drop of it over the slit in Ieduin’s cock and worked it in with his thumb. Despite his reservations, he was still aroused enough to moan when Rowan touched him. Rowan’s hand slid down, gripping the base of his cock firmly, and he brought the thin rod over.

Ieduin flinched as he touched the end of the rod to his cock, but only because it was a little cold. Rowan rolled the rod around against Ieduin’s cock, which both warmed it and got him somewhat used to the feeling of it.

But nothing could’ve prepared him for the sensation of having the tip of that pushed inside the narrow slit of his cock.

“Fuck!” he cried out and fought not to squirm. Everything in him wanted to kick like a mule, to twist, to buck and thrust. It was a gentle stretch, unlike the rough one Rowan had given his ass earlier, but he still wasn’t sure yet if he liked it.

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