(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!

It was the third day of this damn nightmare that Cass finally gave in consciously.

He was sure that he had given in unconsciously, but it was clear to him that it didn’t count. He still felt like himself when he woke up, covered in his own... Cass shuddered, trying to clean himself up, but he felt weak. He was trying to fight his instincts, but it was draining everything out of him.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He was leaking constantly, moans escaping his lips when even the sheets brushed his skin. He was overly sensitive, overly hot, and just...needed. He was filled with need.

He just wanted relief. That’s all he wanted. Three days was a good enough hold out, wasn’t it? He wasn’t sure how long Lord Blackburn lasted, since the bitch wouldn’t share his thoughts, but three days was a long time.

It was!

Cass sounded whiny even internally, and finally, midday on the third day, he gave in. He wrapped his hand around his cock and came immediately. The relief was immediate, but at the same time, Cass knew things wouldn’t be the same.

From then on, it was like a fog filled his head and all Cass could think about was the pleasure he could derive from his own body, and how to do it. He pumped his cock non stop, moaning, writhing against the sheets as he came over and over. He had thought he would get tired, that he wouldn’t be able to cum anymore, but he was wrong.

He was covered in so much cum, the sheets were damp. He was wet and sticky, his breaths coming in pants. He only had brief moments of clarity, and in those moments he tried to clean up, tried to eat and drink.

He even managed to grab the food every day, but that was barely achieved. He was such a mess, and he couldn’t remember the exact moment he crossed the line, but at some point he woke up, his fingers deep in his ass as he jerked his cock in his hand, sobbing.

He should have felt embarrassed, especially because his ass was in the air, but he couldn’t find that shred of decency in his body in the slightest. Anything to get this damn edge off.

It felt endless. Once he’d flipped that switch, it felt like his hunger was unending. The heat inside of him never settling. Nothing was enough. He felt like his cock was going to be rubbed raw, and at some point it became painful to touch himself, but he couldn’t stop.

He turned more towards trying to find relief with his ass, and that seemed to work for a time. He still came, but he didn’t have to touch his cock to do so. He just assaulted his prostate until he felt numb inside, tears running down his cheeks and he continued to cum and cry and everything in between.

At one point he noticed that his dominant hand wouldn’t respond to what he wanted it to do, so he had to use only one hand to find relief. It was horrible. It was awful, and Cass was so damn tired.

He was sure he barely got any sleep. He felt tired, but he couldn’t sleep. After he’d touched his cock for the first time, he barely passed out, and he spent most of his time in the haze of desire, his whole body a giant erogenous zone focused on his cock and ass. Even his nipples were acceptable, and Cass had pinched and twisted them enough that they were bleeding.

Cass was a slave to the sensations he was experiencing. It was unlike anything he’d ever done before, and it was terrifying. If he wasn’t in such a haze, he would be horrified by his reactions.

He hadn’t spoken to Sam, who he knew was still checking up on him, in days. He had no realisation of what time it was, nor how many days had passed. He was consumed by the feelings that filled his body.

Then suddenly, it was done.

Cass woke up, several days later, still in his own room. Cum covered everything around him, his fingers were actually still inside of him and his whole body ached. Frantic knocking sounded at his door, and Cass blinked.

Was it...over?

Was he finally free from the nightmare he’d just experienced?

Cass pulled his fingers out of his ass, groaning at the pain his body was in. Everything hurt, the sheets were torn and disgusting. He was torn and disgusting. He was sure the room smelled rank, but all he could do was lay there on the bed.

It took him a moment to realise what Sam was saying, his ears taking a moment to register the language leaving his lips. It felt like Cass was numb inside as the words, the panic in Sam’s voice washed over him.

”My Lord? Lord Blackburn? Are you okay? You didn’t touch your food yesterday, and it’s now the 8th day! My Lord? I-If you don’t come out soon, or let me know you’re alive, I’ll have to come in! You gave me permission to do that!” Sam kept knocking, his words practically on repeat as Cass lay on the bed, dazed.

He should get up and soothe Sam, he knew he should, but just felt so...empty after everything he’d experienced.

Five days.

It lasted five. Whole. Days.

Five days!

Cass had never thought it would last damn near a whole week, but then again, maybe if he had given in sooner, things would have calmed down sooner. Somehow, as soon as he had that thought, he didn’t believe that was true.

An uncomfortable feeling filled him as he remembered, and realised, who, what and where he was.

This wasn’t his body. This was Lord Blackburn’s, and he was sure that the other man had witnessed everything that had just happened.

A gross, sticky feeling, much like the one that surrounded him, filled him inside. If he ever wanted to speak with Lord Blackburn, now was the time.

Almost, as if in apology to the anger and rage that he could feel slowly building up inside of Cass, Lord Blackburn’s memories, specifically of previous ’weeks off’ filled his mind.

Cass sighed, closing his eyes as he began to process all of the memories, Sam’s continuous banging on the door background noise as he laid on his side on his bed, looking as if he’d just had an orgy with several people, when in fact, it was just him.

From Lord Blackburn’s memories, which he had so kindly gifted Cass after he had experienced what felt like literal hell, it was always like this. Lord Blackburn did his best to remain awake, and conscious, since succumbing to it never benefited him. He had, in fact, for the last 2 years been staying awake the whole time using pain and magic to keep himself from touching himself.

He had learned of a loophole. If he used magic to jerk himself off, it didn’t count as him touching himself, so he never fell into the daze or fog that Cass had.

Cass wanted to curse his name, while at the same time, he could understand why he had only given over these memories until now. In those memories was the same fear, pain and confusion that filled Cass’ own mind as he lost full control of his own body. In those memories, he was able to tell everything that Lord Blackburn felt.

He had no problems giving up his body to another.

He’d been doing it, every month, since he’d turned of age.

Cass, exhausted, slid his gaze towards the door. Sam hadn’t stopped, but now he could hear another voice. Byron. When was he allowed in? Cass didn’t know. He’d been focused on Lord Blackburn’s memories, so he’d temporarily forgotten about the desperate henchmen outside his bedroom door.

Cass’ mouth felt dry, like sandpaper, and he tried to wet his mouth. When that didn’t work, he attempted to move his arms. He couldn’t get his hands under him, and everything that touched his skin made him want to scream in pain. His chest hurt, his cock hurt, his ass hurt. He was in a lot of pain, but there was no end to it.

He knew where water was, but trying to turn himself around took eons. When he’d finally done so, he had to use his weaker, non-dominant right hand to grab the jug, which nearly fell out of his hand. Through sheer will, Cass raised the jug to his lips, pouring nearly half of the cool water all over him and the bed. He didn’t care, his thirst unquenchable as he began to drink and drink and drink.

Finally, somewhat satiated when the jug was empty, he dropped it onto the bed, his body regaining some of its strength. The stench of rotting food filled the air, and Cass wondered how he’d been able to ignore that all till now.

Fuck. The room was a mess. It would be so much easier if he had the ability to use magic like Lord Blackburn did.

”I’m alive.” Cass called, as loudly as he could. It was barely above a whisper, but the pounding on the door stopped.

”Thank the gods.” Cass could hear Sam whisper as Byron repeated Cass’ words to him. ”Are you alright? Do you need help?” Cass looked around the room, embarrassment filling him.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he did need help. He just also didn’t want the others to see him like this.

The desire to have none of this seen, for no one to see what he’d done filled him until it felt like it exploded out of him and Cass let out a gasp as a magic, translucent wave washed out from him and suddenly, the sheets were clean, his body was wiped and scrubbed without pain. The trays of food were cleaned up, the smell disappearing from the air, and Cass was left stunned, as he realised he’d just used magic.

Without moving a finger.