Bondage and Marriage - 35

“Try to hold it until I say you can go. Then I’ll untie you…”

A heavy object was rubbed between his buttocks, seemingly about to be inserted at any moment. Right now, already desperate to use the bathroom, it was clear that insertion would only make things more unbearable.

“Just a moment… Uh, ah! Ouch!”

Ian firmly grabbed Noah’s hips and forcibly pushed himself in. With just a bit of pre-cum, he attempted entry, and somehow the back opened, but it was extremely difficult. Noah couldn’t move, gripping the blanket tightly, trembling at the feeling of something thick slowly entering from behind. The initial part of insertion was somewhat tolerable, but what came after was the problem.

As the soft yet firm flesh pressed inside, his entire body tensed up. His legs began to ache. Seeing the blanket crumple in his hands, Ian smiled. Deliberately pressing and pushing inside, painful moans escaped as Noah’s back tightened. Enjoying the sensation, Ian pushed himself in completely.

“Ah, ah… ugh…”

Even normally, inserting Ian was quite pressuring, but today was entirely different. He felt not just like his back was filled, but that his bladder was being compressed. No, it wasn’t just a feeling – it was real. Noah twisted his body, pulling his legs together to try and endure a bit longer. Ian immediately slapped his buttocks.

“You’re too tight. Are you enjoying this? I’ll completely break you.”

Mocking him, Ian slowly withdrew his fully inserted member. Even this simple movement was painful in this situation. Yet simultaneously, it was a kind of pleasure he’d never experienced before. Evidence was that Noah was slowly becoming erect.

Usually unforgiving and rough, Ian now moved slowly, enjoying Noah’s suffering – pushing in and pulling out leisurely. With each hip movement, Noah’s body would twist slightly, his back constantly squeezing Ian’s member. Regardless of Noah’s own feelings, his back seemed to be welcoming Ian.

Noah whimpered, “Please, Ian… Ah, ugh…”

“Please, what?”

With each insertion, deliberately pressing downward, holding back became even more difficult. Noah knew Ian wouldn’t stop. Like Alex, Heather, and many others, Ian had that wonderfully terrible preference of making someone suffer more when they’re in pain.

Every time Noah squirmed, the chain would jingle. When Noah tried to say “please” and then hold back again, Ian smiled crookedly, half-withdrawing and intentionally pressing down. At this obviously deliberate movement, Noah moaned, “Ah, ah…” and curled up more.

“Ugh, ah… no more…”

“Why? Can’t speak properly? You want to come right now, don’t you?”

Pushing deep again, Ian leisurely threatened. If Noah spilled even a drop on the bed, he’d be tied to Dmitri’s bed. Understood? Noah trembled slightly, nodding, then moaned at the deep insertion.

Ian’s movements were incredibly slow. As time passed, the urge to release rose sharply, almost becoming painful. Groaning, Noah finally begged Ian, “Please… I can’t hold on anymore…”

“Can’t hold on? So what? Not my problem.”

“Ahh… ugh, ah!”

As the wet sounds grew louder and the pace increased, Noah shook violently. Ian now moved to create loud slapping sounds, warning: If you don’t want to spill, you’d better squeeze yourself. He won’t show mercy now. Already finding it increasingly hard to hold back, Noah trembled and tightly gripped the base of his member with his thumb and forefinger. Immediately, Ian’s movements intensified.

With each thrust, his vision seemed to darken. Though he was squeezing himself like a prevention ring, preventing accidental release, it didn’t reduce the pain. Gradually losing control, Noah began to sob, almost kicking his feet. The pain peaked with each insertion.

“Ah, ah! Ugh, ah… ugh, ugh!”

Now Ian lifted his body with such force that Noah desperately squeezed himself. The compression was painful, and his bladder, filled to its limit, suffered with each painful thrust. Knowing he’d leak if he let go, Noah maintained his tight grip. It was like walking a tightrope, constantly at the brink.

Noah endured unexpectedly well, which made Ian’s eyes narrow before his posture changed. Ian pressed his entire body weight on Noah, crushing him and roughly handling his insides in a way that felt like swelling his own part. Noah let out a near-scream moan and tightened behind. Ian lowered his hand to Noah’s lower abdomen while moaning softly. Noah flinched and shook his head while crying.

“No, no… Ah! Ah…!”

When Ian pressed his lower abdomen as they approached the limit, Noah’s body trembled. It was extremely painful. However, the extreme pain was followed by intense pleasure. Noah struggled to escape Ian’s hand, pleading. His spine tingled each time he reached his limit.

“Ah, Ugh! Please, please… At least not here… Somewhere else… Ugh, Ugh…!”

“Hmm… What should I do?”

Continuing to move his waist and hand to torment Noah, Ian finally granted permission when he felt Noah had reached his absolute limit. “Get up,” Ian commanded while pulling out. Noah staggered up, feeling slightly better with the pressure gone. Ian unfastened the collar that had been fixed to the bed’s post and pulled it.

Noah couldn’t straighten his back properly and awkwardly followed Ian’s collar pull into the bathroom. The bathroom was as luxurious and spacious as the bedroom. Noah felt slightly relieved that he wouldn’t disgrace the bedroom. He didn’t want to dirty such a magnificent bed. Of course, the staff would quickly replace it anyway… But even Noah, who found pleasure in breaking taboos, had things he didn’t want to do.

However, ironically, the moment he entered the bathroom, his patience weakened, tempted by the sense of liberation if he just relaxed a little. Ian surely knew this well. He deliberately positioned Noah in front of the toilet, pulled the collar, and reinserted himself. Noah lifted his heels and trembled.

Ian reminded him of his previous words. “I clearly told you to endure until I’m finished.”

“Ugh… Uh…”

Stumbling from the forceful movements behind him, Noah braced against the wall. With the toilet between his legs, forcing him to spread them, Ian thrust much more violently than in the bedroom. Noah tried to endure, stomping and bending his knees. His legs wobbled with each thrust.

“Agh, Ugh, Ugh… Ah!”

Just as Noah barely held on, he intensified his grip, fighting the intense temptation to let go. His vision blurred. Please, slowly… he pleaded while crying, but this seemed to fuel Ian’s sadistic tendencies, who pressed his lower abdomen with his fingers. Noah stomped his feet. He had truly reached his limit.

Whether by good timing or calculated, Ian stopped moving just as Noah was about to give up. As always when he ejaculated inside, a small amount of fluid slowly leaked out. Ian pulled Noah’s hair, raising him up and extending his foot to lift the toilet cover. It was a silent permission that he could finally release.

His body responded faster than his mind. As he released what he had been holding, his vision spun and his entire body shivered. “Ah, Ah!” Noah’s high-pitched moan burst out. He shuddered multiple times, gasping. Unconsciously tightening behind several times, his body swayed as the high tension dissolved. The explicit sound made his toes curl.

Though the feeling of being pushed to the limit and finally freed was good, Noah’s ears reddened with embarrassment when rationality returned. He had always felt strong disgust about showing such intimate moments to others. While he enjoyed pain, he disliked anything dirty or unhygienic, always avoiding acts like *Scott play or *Golden shower. Today, he had simply used the toilet in front of Ian, but his cheeks burned. It was the first time since early childhood that he had shown such a state to someone.

Regardless of Noah’s reaction, Ian disengaged indifferently after finishing. While Noah awkwardly wanted to lower the toilet cover, embarrassed for real this time, Ian unlocked the collar as promised and left the bathroom. Noah exhaled deeply and flushed the toilet.

Since he always showered after waking, he cleaned himself thoroughly and dried off. When he came out, clothes were neatly arranged on the bed, seemingly placed by staff. Realizing it was lunchtime, he knew he couldn’t miss hosting guests. Noah dressed and held the collar, looking at Ian, who was fidgeting.

Ian spoke instead of suggesting he leave. “From now on, always wear this collar when you enter this room.”

Noah stared at the collar Ian carelessly threw on the bed, then shifted his gaze back to Ian.

“Why…?”

“Who knows what you might do, flirting with every alpha while I’m not watching?”

Noah mumbled uncertainly. He hadn’t flirted with anyone… Though, thinking about it, there was a slight pang of truth. Besides Dmitri in this mansion, that young alpha who approached him at Cube Island… Of course, those weren’t exactly flirtations. Or was it his fault for being attractive? Ian, unaware of Noah’s inner thoughts, raised an eyebrow.

“When you enter this room, you can’t leave without my permission. Understand?”

“Yes…”

So, was this a confinement play? Though real confinement was different. Because he had been wearing a collar the entire time, Noah scratched his neck while following Ian out of the room. His stomach was growling slightly, so he was very happy to go eat lunch.

When they arrived at the dining room, everyone except Dmitri and his wife Sasha was already there. Could they still be sleeping…? They subtly expressed their displeasure about Dmitri, who showed no intention of appearing, especially after not showing up in the morning. Noah strongly felt that Dmitri didn’t truly come to participate in this gathering but rather to sleep with him.

So… Even though Ian talked about flirting with alphas, he had brought Noah to the bedroom to prevent potential mishaps… Noah looked at Ian, who was pretending to be an affectionate couple, with a strange feeling. Compared to Dmitri, Ian didn’t seem to be a complete bastard. After all, even in a political marriage, no one would want their alpha rights to be unwillingly invaded. Wasn’t Ian someone whose pride reached the sky?

Lunch proceeded warmly. Like yesterday, guests were served an excellent meal, though not quite a banquet. Noah was disappointed he couldn’t fully enjoy the chef’s special dessert because he was cautious around Ian and others. However, he noticed an extra chocolate decoration on his dessert. Noah bit into the chocolate, moved by the chef’s gesture.

“Would you like to go horseback riding this afternoon? I have a riding arena one hour from the mansion,” Ian proposed. Others agreed cheerfully. Since the meeting was supposed to last until the next morning, they would likely have detailed discussions at the riding arena.

“Oh, having just eaten lunch, this will be good exercise to aid digestion,” someone commented. As everyone agreed in their good mood, Ian called a staff member to inform Mr. Solovyov about the schedule. Noah rolled his eyes. Would Dmitri come too? Then he wouldn’t have to enter the bedroom with him until this evening? While with Ian, confinement and everything else didn’t matter, but being alone was uninteresting.

Even after the staff member went to Dmitri’s guest room to inform him, Dmitri only came down lazily an hour later. His face clearly showed he had just woken up. However, the way Dmitri looked at him was so sticky… Was it because Ian had harshly rejected the swapping proposal? Noah felt Dmitri was even more obsessed with him than yesterday. In short, it wasn’t a pleasant gaze.

Fortunately, as Noah expected, Ian left him free since Dmitri was going with them to the riding arena. As soon as Ian and others left for horseback riding, Noah frowned and rubbed his arm. Dmitri’s gaze still seemed stuck to him.

While walking in the garden, feeling he had been too cooped up lately, Noah headed to the dining room, still craving the morning’s dessert. Crossing the first-floor hall, he carefully noticed a familiar woman descending the stairs, looking around cautiously. It was Sasha, Dmitri’s wife.

“Sasha?”

Deliberately calling her name familiarly, Sasha was startled and awkwardly looked at Noah. “Oh, hello, Noah,” she greeted awkwardly, like someone who had committed a crime, not even lifting her head and continuously trying to cover her right face.

“Is something wrong? If you need anything, please tell me.”

“Ah… It’s nothing…”

Noah approached Sasha suspiciously. She backed away, flustered, still not lifting her head. As Noah got closer, asking if she was hurt, he blinked in surprise upon seeing her face. Her right eye area was severely bruised.

“Sasha, you’re hurt.”

When Noah carefully touched her shoulder, Sasha’s face turned deep red. In a tiny voice, she claimed she accidentally bumped into something, but anyone could see this wasn’t a bump but a mark from being hit. And in this mansion, only one person could have hit Sasha: Dmitri. What a piece of work. He was exactly the kind of low-class person Noah would normally not even acknowledge.

Having money doesn’t automatically make someone upper class. Why would Noah have spent a week receiving education, horseback riding, and attending art performances otherwise? Basic etiquette and common sense appropriate to one’s situation and status were fundamental. Of course, even among the upper class, there were people with perverse tastes like himself, and some who committed domestic violence… But Dmitri was just trash, an alpha with quite a lot of money. Noah suddenly wondered why Ian was dealing with someone like Dmitri.

Noah was about to call a doctor but changed his mind after seeing Sasha’s extremely embarrassed state. Since she didn’t want others to know, he had no reason to actively intervene. Instead, Noah offered an alternative.

“Would you like some skin regeneration ointment?”

Sasha looked at him with wide eyes, then lowered her head bashfully.

“Yes… please, I beg you.”

Noah told her to wait a moment and rushed to his room. This was an ointment he used daily since developing his secret preferences. He felt a bit guilty about giving her something he usually applied to his buttocks, but well, he hadn’t directly applied it there and had used a portion, so there were no hygiene issues…

When he handed her the ointment, Sasha gratefully and carefully applied it to her right eyelid. Her long eyelashes trembled, and soon tears began to drop… Noah felt awkward. He had consoled people rejected in confessions many times, but never someone crying like this. He gently guided Sasha to the dining room.

“Eating something sweet might lift your spirits. Aren’t you hungry? The chef here is very good.”

Since Dmitri hadn’t eaten lunch, it meant Sasha hadn’t eaten either, so Noah asked the chef for brunch with dessert. Though she said nothing, Sasha blushed again, apparently hungry, but didn’t refuse.

During the meal, the bruise around her eye slowly disappeared, and as it faded, Sasha seemed to recover some energy. Noah persuaded Sasha to eat dessert. After tasting the sweet cream that melted in her mouth and fresh fruit preserves, Sasha had considerably recovered. She sniffled a bit and thanked Noah.

“You’re so kind…”

“The chef simply made the food,” Noah said modestly. Which was true.

After eating more dessert and with her heart softened by Noah’s kind treatment, Sasha shared her story. Though not direct, her roundabout explanation suggested her father had essentially sold her to Dmitri two months ago due to business financial issues. In Russia, while not extremely common, it was frequent to marry an omega child to an older alpha as if they were a gift. Sasha was even becoming the fifth wife.

Feeling her suffering, Noah comforted her. He couldn’t solve this young lady’s problems, but he could certainly offer consolation. Sasha eventually burst into tears, crying for a long time. After crying her heart out, she sniffled and apologized to Noah.

“I’m, I’m sorry…”

Noah said there was nothing to apologize for, but Sasha shook her head. After hesitating for a while, she finally spoke.

“Actually… Mr. Solovyov said to have tea time with you…”

“I can have tea time anytime.”

Why would that be something to be sorry about? Noah was puzzled. Sasha trembled with fear, looked around hesitantly. Since she had entered crying, the attentive staff had already left, so only Noah and Sasha remained in the dining room. Finally, Sasha looked resolved.

“Mr. Solovyov said to… put drugs in your… tea…”

Noah’s face slightly hardened at Sasha’s words, spoken with eyes tightly closed.