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The bad news arrived swiftly at the castle, and the young master suddenly learned that his father, the Duke in the capital, had unfortunately passed away due to illness.
After the King showed compassion to the Duke, the young master, still quite young, found the ceremony for inheriting the title simplified. He stood there, holding the silver cane that symbolized power, at a loss for what to do, even forgetting to greet and receive the royal envoy. Fortunately, his ever-reliable butler helped him handle these mundane affairs.
Seeing the young master remain oblivious to worldly matters despite his intentional overprotection, the butler knelt half-heartedly before him, lowering his head to conceal the ambition hidden in his eyes and the smirk on his lips. "Young Master, if you find it difficult, you can leave it to me. Please believe that I will always be loyal to you and will always be by your side."
Upon hearing the butler's suggestion, the young master felt a sense of relief and casually handed over the coveted cane to him as if discarding a hot potato. "In the name of the family, I permit you to manage all affairs on my behalf."
"Understood," replied the butler as he stood up, the cane thudding against the floor with a dull sound. "My Duke."
Beneath his honest face lay a demon who had finally awaited this opportunity, trembling with excitement at the thought of devouring the unaware young master.
The soon-to-be Duke initially felt some discomfort and burden with his sudden change in identity. However, after leaving everything to the butler, he found that life was no different from before—he still had to go to school; even being a noble Duke did not exempt him from that. His mood gradually relaxed, returning to that carefree state of playfulness.
Happy days are always short-lived.
The young Duke was once again caught by the butler from the stable under the pretext of assessing his studies and checking whether he was paying attention in class.
The questions on the parchment were arranged from easy to difficult, but the young Duke found himself stuck on the first question.
As time passed with sand flowing through the hourglass, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that as he took longer to think about the first question, the butler's expression grew increasingly worse.
"It seems there is no need to continue this assessment," said the butler with a forced smile as he took away a blank exam paper from the young Duke.
Instinctively, the young Duke raised his hands in surrender. "Oh! I know I was wrong! Head Butler, I promise I'll study hard from now on and won't go out to play anymore!"
"You know the rules," replied the butler with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. The cold gleam reflected off his black leather gloves. "Duke, please lean over the table and take off your pants."
The young duke pursed his lips and reluctantly did as he was told, raising his naked buttocks to wait for Butler's slap. The imagined slap did not fall, and the young duke felt that his buttocks were separated from behind. That person was undoubtedly Butler. The Butler who was sometimes serious, sometimes kind, and very good to him. He turned around and saw Butler buried between his buttocks, licking his private parts with his tongue. "Ah!" The young duke, who was unaware of the situation, had no idea what that place was used for, and even less that this place should be well protected and not be seen or touched by anyone other than his partner. As a result, when Butler's tongue licked it, the young duke not only did not resist, but also moaned comfortably, raised his pubic mound, spread his legs, and hoped that the man would lick it again. "It feels so good there... Butler, your tongue should go deeper..." The man's tongue licked and pried along the boy's narrow flesh, easily separating the two fleshy, closed, thick flower lips. The cold air immediately entered the vagina with body temperature, causing a small pistil hidden under the protection of the labia to tremble and stand up, stretching the foreskin and waving in the wind, as if tempting others to take it into their mouths and taste it. The butler's eyes became darker, and the Duke's pure and coquettish pussy was reflected in his pupils, igniting the desire in his eyes. He eagerly kissed the boy's clitoris, and as soon as his lips touched it, he was stained with a fishy and sweet wetness. The butler's thick tongue with granules licked the tempting clitoris and sucked it with his mouth. The young Duke screamed lewdly, twisting his waist like a snake demon. Panic, fear and the pleasure of being controlled by pleasure appeared on his face, showing a distorted expression, "Ahhh!!! Stop sucking... I can't stand it... Stop! I order you... Stop... You slave... Woo woo..." He couldn't believe that the Butler who had protected him since he was a child and made him trust and rely on him so much, showed such a terrible face after his father's death! It seems that he has trusted the wrong person all these years! The butler ignored him. The current Duke was a puppet that he had deprived of power and was at the mercy of others. As long as he wanted, he could enjoy him in any way. For this moment, the butler paid too much and waited too long. The man was stimulated by the miserable and charming moan of the young man and became more excited. The erect penis tied in the tuxedo almost broke through the fabric and poked its head out. He sucked on the Duke's clitoris, which had never been developed or played with by anyone, and licked it from a light pink and tender flesh into a bright red swollen flesh shaft, which had become the little Duke's second cock besides his real male sex organ, sticking straight out of his labia and being wantonly played with by the evil-minded butler.
The young duke was angry at the butler's attitude and behavior of ignoring his orders. How could he tolerate such a lowly servant who was superior to him? He was very angry and wanted to break free from the man's suppression and close his legs. However, all these fantasies were shattered by the strange and huge pleasure given to him by the butler. He opened his mouth and uttered a cry and a moan of collapse, which was even more lewd than the prostitutes in the red light district. Suddenly, a strange feeling came from the part that was sucked by the butler. The young duke opened his eyes wide, "Ah ... "I'm peeing!!! Oh oh!! I'm peeing... I can't stop... Woohoo... It feels so good...", the Duke's face showed a dazed expression. The transparent sexual fluid gushing out of the Duke's vagina was drunk up by the loyal Butler who was kneeling between his legs. The stream flower dew had a fishy and sweet fragrance, flowing out of the cunt with the Duke's body temperature. As soon as it entered the mouth, it was smooth and juicy. Butler's Adam's apple slid up and down, swallowing the boy's love fluid mouthful by mouthful, squinting his eyes in enjoyment. After drinking, the butler licked the corner of his mouth with an unsatisfied look, "My lord, your cunt juice is so sweet." The young Duke was so angry at the butler's blasphemous behavior that he wanted to jump up and slap the butler in the face, and arrogantly told him to get out. But the reality was that after the climax, all the strength in his body was drained away, and he couldn't even lift a finger. Before the Duke's strength recovered, he felt something strange inserted into his body. He looked down and saw that the two-faced, rebellious man took off his gloves and inserted his fingers into his tender pussy. "What are you doing?"
The butler curled his lips, still looking gentle and respectful. If you ignore the words that came out of his mouth, "Of course it is to open the vagina for His Excellency the Duke, so that it will not be unable to contain my cock later." "No... No..." The young Duke lay on the table with his upper body, grabbing the table top with his hands and feet, trying to crawl forward to escape the man's clutches. The butler narrowed his eyes dangerously, his tone became low because of being annoyed and displeased, "My lord, if you are not obedient, you will be punished." He grabbed the boy's white ankles and dragged him back, fixed his waist and threatened the boy, "You don't want to be hung by me at the gate of the castle manor tomorrow, and be punished by being whipped naked in front of all passers-by, do you?" The little duke was once again infuriated by the man's shameless behavior, and said incoherently, "You...you are talking nonsense! Father didn't set this rule at all! You can't punish me!" The butler, who had all the servants and soldiers in the castle in his hands, showed a determined smile, "My lord the Duke, you can try it. To be honest, I have wanted to do this to you for a long time." The fingers entered the boy's warm acupuncture points again. The butler carefully avoided the membrane and expanded the duke's delicate part that was about to accept a man for the first time. The young man was frightened by the dangerous man in front of him. He had a vague premonition that if he angered him, he would really be hung up by the butler and whipped in public. The noble Duke was very afraid of pain and loved his face, so he never wanted such a scene to happen. He cried and pursed his lips, and had to open his legs to the man in grievance. Once his attention shifted to his lower body, the Duke felt the horror of the fingers inserted into his body. The entrance that had never been opened was forced to open, and the passage that was so tight that it could not accommodate a trace of air was poked by the fingers one after another, and a strange feeling emerged from the places that were rubbed by the fingertips, nails, and joints. This feeling was not the pain that the boy feared, but a tingling, fine itching feeling as if ants were crawling over him in the forest. Sometimes the Duke felt very comfortable like a cat having its fur stroked, and sometimes he felt so uncomfortable that he wanted the man to insert it harder to tickle him. "Woo... Haah... Butler... deeper, deeper... so comfortable..."
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