Bound For Pleasure at Blackthorne

by Roger Hastings

  The maids helped tow me away as my owner wandered off in search of another man to mistreat. Lara pointed to a fixture lurking in a darker part of the circle. “I want him strapped down on that,” she said with a giggle. “I alwas’ wanted to do that to a man—so as I can teach him how it feels.” The maids unstrapped me from the pole and dragged me over to the leather covered trestle.

  They made me stand on a low stool with my back against the trestle while they spread my legs and strapped them tightly to the vertical trestle legs. The top was even with my knees, and they shoved me forward, pressing my torso down on it. The top was level as far as my hips, then sloped downward at a steep angle, making my head much lower than my hips. A strap was looped under my arms and over my chest. They cinched it tight, and bucked it. Now I couldn’t raise up. Next my arms were stretched down under me and strapped tight to the other legs of the trestle. My head hung down over the edge and they lowered a vertical board over my neck. A half-circle opening cut out of the bottom edge fit around it. Now I couldn’t see what they were doing with my cock.

  The girls stepped back and admired my humbling captivity. “Thank you, dears,” Lara said. “Now’s my time fer bein’ pleasured.”

  “We want to watch,” they all cried.

  Lara blushed and smiled, “well, seein’ that ye all let me watch you…”

  There was an explosion of giggles as they gathered in a close circle around me. One removed my gag, freeing my mouth.

  Lara came around by my head and positioned her body. She spread her legs and waddled forward. “By yer leave, Sair.” There was no deference in her voice, her tone made it obvious it was a command, not a request. Her pussy pressed against my lips.

  I heard the clink of a metal instrument, then the touch of cold metal as the maids clamped something around my cock. “Make her happy,” a girl’s voice grated in my ear, “or we will demonstrate what this can do to tender flesh.

  Lara moaned and worked her hips as my tongue searched out the treasures of Venus. I used every twist, turn, and curl of my tongue to speed her to climax so I could be free of this humiliation. Wave after wave of painful sensations attacked my cock as the girls took turns working the controls on the instrument. It seemed like an eternity before Lara’s voice rose in volume and pitch to a shriek of ecstasy, her belly quaking like a volcano.

  “Aye! Aye! Aye!” she cried again and again while her juices ran down the side of my face.

  I felt a vicious jab of pain probing my manhood. “Don’t stop now,” a maid said. “She wants more.”

  I gasped for air, my aching tongue begging for rest. Lara’s thighs pressed against my ears. “I want it twice, Sair. Be doing it.”

  I did it.

  When she climaxed again, I was gasping, dripping sweat, and limp as water. One of the maids wiped her hand over the exposed tip of my cock and showed it to me. “Look what you did!” My cum dripped from her fingers.

  My half closed eyes saw my owner approaching.

  “I need him again,” she said to the maids. “I’ll bring him back to you soon.” They replaced my gag, released me from the trestle even as Shawe was being dragged over to it. I was strapped to the pole, and my owner wheeled me away.

  “Jedrik woke up from his nap. He’s over at the stone platform, choosing something wicked to use on poor little Addy. Let’s watch.”

  I groaned when I saw him approaching Addy’s bench. The thing in his hand looked like an enormous metallic spider. My owner shoved me up close, almost against the bench. “I want you to see every little detail,” she said.

  She helped Jedrik position the instrument about a foot above Addy’s pussy and secured the legs of the device to the bench on each side of her wide-spread thighs. A cluster of prongs descended from the box in the middle. Their tips prodded the inside of her thighs, stretching the skin out away from her pussy. Then Jedrik shoved slender wands through holes in the box, sliding them down until the hooked tips caught her pussy lips. As Jedrik twisted the knobs on the side of the box, the wands splayed, spreading open Addy’s lips.

  Jedrik loped away, heading for one of the bubbling cauldrons near the fire.

  “This is what makes it really interesting,” my owner said. She inserted a funnel with a slender spout into the hole in the middle of the box, directly over Addy’s open pussy. There was a valve in the bottom, to adjust the flow. My heart was pounding when Jedrik came trotting back. He held a large, clear glass beaker of amber liquid. I heaved a breath of relief when I realized it wasn’t boiling.

  “This is really devilish stuff,” my owner said, taking the beaker and holding it before my eyes. “This was made up in a hospital laboratory. Strictly secret research. It’s experimental. Watch what it does.’ She handed it back to Jedrik.

  I closed my eyes as he began to pour it into the funnel.

  “CRACK!” her leather strap burned across my belly. “I told you to watch!”

  Jedrik’s clumsy fingers adjusted the valve. A drop amber liquid fell into Addy’s pussy.

  For a moment, she didn’t respond. Then, gradually, as each drop sprinkled her love furrow, Addy began moaning and squirming against her straps. She was rapidly approaching an orgasm.

  “It’s an aphrodisiac,” my owner said. “The most powerful ever discovered. Jedrik is going to keep it dripping into her pussy for hours. He likes to watch girl’s cumming.”

  Addy’s belly fluttered in the heat of her passion. Her mewing cries announced the first of many orgasms Jedrik would force upon her. He giggled while rubbing his foul hands against her, defiling her trembling nakedness.

  My world went dark. The round, waxy moon above me, the pitiless stars watching with cold disinterest, the circle of stones; all collapsed around me like a black balloon. I lost consciousness.

  ***

  I woke in my bed, the late afternoon sunlight streaming through my window. My personal maid, Janna, opened the door and carried in the tray with my breakfast. The coffee smelled like paradise. As usual, Janna shed her skimpy maid’s costume and slipped into bed with me, fondling my manhood while I ate.

  “OW!”

  “Forgive me Sir!” Janna said, her frightened eyes pleading for forgiveness. “Does it still hurt?”

  The memory of last night was a fog drifting through my subconscious. I tried to concentrate on the flitting shadows, but only feelings, not images, came to the surface. “What happened last night, Janna? I know we were taken somewhere, and I was terrified, but I can’t…”

  “They gave you all something to drink that makes you forget,” she answered. “They said it’s better for you that way.”

  “Who said that?”

  She snuggled her warm naked body against mine. “Maybe you just had a dream.”

  “Was it just a dream?”

  “A wonderful dream,” she answered. She giggled and rolled on top of me, scooting up and raising up on her arms. Her twin beauties dangled above my face, brushing my lips. “Don’t you want to bite my breasts before you fuck me?”

  Waltz Of The Wantons

  Chapter One

  Preparing For Passion

  “Is the list complete?” Aunt Caroline looked up from the typewritten column of names.

  “Of course,” Uncle Gerritt said around his stubby cigar. He folded his hands across his moderate paunch and settled deeper into the bulky upholstery of his chair.

  Richard turned from the large parlor window and shrugged. “I will leave all the details to you. This will be the first Annual Autumn Ball since I arrived this Spring. Do we have enough girls to entertain our male guests?”

  Uncle Gerritt chuckled, the cigar ash dribbling onto his tweed vest. “Just got twelve more last night while you were in town posting the invitations. Captain Farrold brought them in on his schooner, as usual.” He closed his eyes and grinned. “Tried out three of them already. Stripped them naked and strapped them down on the benches. Screamed like hell, they did. Bucked against their straps like wild ponies. But I made sure
they found out what a real man’s cock feels like in their pussies.” He nodded at Caroline’s scowl. “Don’t worry, I didn’t touch the three virgins. I know you wanted them saved for our highest-ranking guests.”

  Richard glanced at Miss Ballard. “Will they be trained in time for the party?”

  She abandoned her usual frown for a rare smile. “Yes, Sir Richard. I earn my title as ‘Mistress of Discipline’.” She slapped her heavy riding crop into the palm of her hand. “I worked on all of them last night,” she glanced at Gerritt, “when your Uncle wasn’t busy fucking them.”

  Uncle Gerritt opened his eyes and winked at Richard. “Crom, Gregor, and young Barth are down in the cellar working them now. If it wasn’t for the soundproof doors, you could hear those wailing girls all the way to the village of Lympwyk.”

  Richard turned back to the window, looking out over the meadows and moors of his south-west Scotland estate. “As Laird of Blackthorne House, I must be sure all our guests’ desires are fulfilled at the Autumn Ball. Do we have enough captive young men to pleasure the women guests?”

  Aunt Caroline looked over the top of her fashion magazine. “Only a few, but they know what is expected of their tongues.” She sighed and smiled. “I personally tested each of them. All the ladies will get what they come here for.”

  Selby, the venerable butler, hurried in through the archway. “Sir Richard, message for you, Sir.”

  Richard took the envelope from the tray and tore it open.

  “Good news?” Treise asked from the couch, sitting up and pushing away the maid who had her head far up under Treise’s skirt. Miss Ballard scowled at the maid. The scanty-clad wisp of a girl wiped the glistening nectar from her lips and chin and scampered out of the parlor with Miss Ballard following her.

  “It’s from, uh...you know, his Lordship, the...”

  “Speak no names, Richard.” Aunt Caroline put a finger across her lips.

  Treise jumped up from the couch and vaulted over beside Richard. She grasped the edge of the letter and stared at it. “Isn’t he that fat, old man who staked me out on the ground in the goat pen last year, then smeared my breasts and pussy with honey?”

  Aunt Caroline shook her head. “No, not him, my dear.”

  Uncle Gerritt tried unsuccessfully to keep from smiling.

  Treise snarled at him. “You enjoyed watching, didn’t you, you bastard!”

  He laughed. “I really envied those goats, you know. It was the only time I ever regretted not being one of them myself.”

  “Why did you let him do that to you?” Richard asked.

  “Had to,” Treise murmured.

  Uncle Gerritt sat up and leaned forward. “It was a party. We all played cards for each other’s bodies—you know, loser becomes the property of the winners until sunrise the next day. Lots of fun, and much more exciting than Bridge. Treise lost.” He laughed while shaking his head.

  “He cheated!” Treise spat out.

  “So did you,” Uncle Gerritt said between his snickers, “but he was better at it.”

  Aunt Caroline gestured impatiently. “What does he say in his letter?”

  “Just a lot of tosh; flattery and the like,” Richard answered. “Basically, he’s begging for an invitation. Listen to this, ‘I enjoy the fervent affection of vivacious women whose total attire consists of nothing more than a string of pearls’.”

  “Do we want him?” Treise asked.

  “Absolutely not!” Aunt Caroline said. “The man’s a complete and total bore, in bed and out. Spends the whole evening whining about how he can’t get it up, then blaming every woman in the shire for his problem.” She sniffed. “And, he has gout!”

  Treise cupped her breasts and waggled them. “I’ll bet I can get his cock to dance the squirt waltz.”

  “You’re on!” Gerritt said. He propelled his middle-aged bulk out of his chair with surprising agility and strode over beside her.

  “Get your smutty hand off my ass,” she said.

  “If you don’t like what I’m doing to it, why didn’t you step away?” He laughed and stroked her chin with the forefinger of his other hand. “If you get him to erection, and he cums more than once, my body is yours for a day and a night.”

  Treise made a motion imitating Miss Ballard slapping her crop into her hand. “I’d like that,” she replied.

  “If you don’t get him to cum at least twice,” Gerritt continued, “your body is mine for a day and a night.”

  “Agreed.” The smile disappeared from Treise’s face.

  “Wait, I’m not finished. If you can’t get his cock in full erection,” Gerritt extended a finger, twitching, but slightly curled downward, “—this isn’t good enough—” he straightened it, rock-hard, “like this, then I get to play with you for two days and two nights.”

  Treise scowled, “That’s not fair! You said I’d get you for only one day and night.”

  Gerritt gave her a smug grin. “I have a bigger imagination than you do. My perverted ideas will keep you sweating in anguish for forty-eight hours.”

  “No!”

  “Afraid you’ll lose?”

  “I wouldn’t”

  “You will,” Aunt Caroline said. “Lord so-and-so’s cock is brain-dead. He might as well cut it off and donate it to the British Museum. Even your pussy can’t bring it back to life.”

  “Told you so,” Gerritt crowed. “Admit it, you’re not cupid’s gift to the impotent.”

  “I can so! I can seduce any male with cum in his balls. There isn’t a cock in the Kingdom I can’t control.”

  “If that’s true,” Gerritt replied, “Then agree to my terms and let me watch you do it.”

  “Careful, Treise,” Richard said, “Uncle Gerritt is as mean and cunning as you are, and he may cheat by slipping a pretty maid into His Lordship’s bed the night before.”

  Treise scowled at Richard, then turned back to Gerritt. “He can’t be alone with a female or fuck one for a week before I get him.”

  “Agreed.” Gerritt was still grinning.

  “I get to chain him down on a special bench, don’t want him wandering away when so much is at stake. And, I spend the night with him alone. I know you would like to sit in a chair next to us, heckling our performance.”

  “I must be able to watch.”

  Aunt Caroline nodded. “We have a two-way mirror between two of the bedrooms, Gerritt can watch through it, and not make a sound. His Lordship would not know he’s being seen.”

  “Agreed?” Gerritt asked, patting his manhood.

  Treise exhaled a long-held breath. “Agreed.”

  Gerritt grinned and bowed to the applause of the others. “Shall I send him the invitation to hell, or would you rather deliver it in person?” He laughed.

  “Bastard!” Treise stormed out of the parlor, nearly knocking over Addy, coming into the parlor through the archway.

  Addy rubbed her dark-circled eyes and yawned. “My, what was she upset about?”

  “Tricked her again,” Uncle Gerritt said with a chuckle. “I’m going to enjoy harnessing her to my racing sulky and trotting her to the end of Blackthorne Estate and back. That’s twenty miles, or more. If she slows down, I’ve got that nice, long, horse whip. That cute ass of hers could use a bit of punishment. Then I’ll chain her wrists and ankles, spread her out in the stables, and let the lads have a go with her.”

  Richard grinned and shook his head. “I agree, her ass needs a good whipping. She’s been getting too smug and self-important lately. Aren’t you going to join in with the stable boys and have a bit of fun with her yourself?”

  “Not right away...want to taunt her about that and let her worry a bit.”

  “Assuming you win the bet,” Caroline said. “When she was initiated last year, she coaxed eighty-year-old Pitney, the gardener, into a huge erection. He sprayed cum all over her breasts.”

  “Pitney?” Richard asked.

  “He died just before you came to live here. Replaced him with that yo
ung man, Ives. Poor Pitney, he was struggling to cum for the fourth time one night, and had a heart attack. Died in the gentle arms of our little Fiona. She felt terrible about it. She wept unceasingly at his funeral.”

  “Well,” Gerritt said, slapping Richard on the back, “all this talk about me getting Treise has made me horny. You haven’t seen the new girls yet, let’s you and I have a peek at them. I’ll let you choose whom to fuck first.”

  “Remember,” Caroline said, “We have a buyer arriving this afternoon. You’re supposed to have the girls for sale displayed in the stables. Don’t forget, and don’t be late.”

  Gerritt gave her an exaggerated salute, “Aye, Captain Caroline, we always does our duty with a che-e-erful heart, we does!” The two men sauntered out through the archway.

  Addy yawned and sank into the sofa. “Remind me never to play cards with Ives again. He beat me four times out of six. Spent the whole night in his cottage... fucks like a stallion. It was fun the first three hours, but he just kept rolling me over and going at me again. Gawd, I ache all over, front and back.”

  “I’ve warned you about him. Why do you keep making such foolish promises when you play? You certainly enjoy putting yourself at risk.”

  “It’s fun, Auntie. I can make a man do anything I want if I promise him enough.”

  “You’ll soon find yourself in more trouble than you can handle, if you don’t learn to stop being such a silly little temptress.”

  “Oh, Auntie, that’s what Blackthorne House is all about, having fun with bondage sex. I never had this much fun at that stupid girl’s school Daddy sent me away to.”

  “It’s a good school.”

  “No boys! No cocks to tease.” She sat up with a gleam in her eye. “Cousin Treise has been teaching me how to tie up boys and hurt their cocks. I love to make them struggle and squeal. Treise showed me where she keeps her special toys. She clamps them around a man’s cock and...”