Christmas at Comersby Castle

This is a stand-alone story with characters from my Comersby Castle series.  You don’t need to read any of earlier stories to follow this one.

It was a frosty morning in December, just two days before Christmas, and Sir James Ellis rode into the stable yard on his young stallion, Jupiter. The horse stamped and snickered with the steam rising from him as Sir James swung down from the saddle and handed the reins to George Jones, the stableman. Jones touched his cap and murmured politely: “I believe Mr Cate is waiting for you in the stable, sir. I’ll put the horse up in a different stall.”

“Mr Cate” had arrived at Comersby that Spring.  An honorable discharge from the Royal Marines at the end of the war with France had left him needing a job. A chance encounter with George Jones at a pub in Bristol had produced the offer of a job as a stableboy at Comersby Castle.  Billy knew nothing about horses or Comersby, but he had soon discovered that that had never been the point.  George Jones knew the ways of his master, and could judge a man as well as he could judge a horse—which was very well indeed.  It had not taken long for Billy to move from a room above the stables to Sir James’s bedroom and a hard-fought sense of equality between the two men from such different backgrounds.

Sir James smiled broadly. “Put the horse in the next stall, George. He’s young, and I’m sure we can teach him a thing or two.”  The stallion had been a gift from his neighbour, Sir Patrick, and they hoped he would sire some fine bloodstock for them.

George Jones had long gotten used to the unconventional ways of the Earl of Comersby.  He nodded his head, expressionless as ever, and led the young horse to his stable.

Sir James’s blood was up from the morning ride and he strode into the stable pretending not to notice Billy lurking there.

“Good morning, your Lordship!” Billy still loved to tease James with their difference in class.  “Good ride?”

“Yes, thank you, Billy, quite satisfactory.  On a cold morning like this a ride is just the thing to warm the blood.”

“And is your blood still warm?”

James’s blood was boiling, but he made Billy wait.  He felt the familiar stirring in his crotch, but he was tired from controlling the powerful young stallion and needed to build up his energy again.  He pulled Billy onto him, enjoying the heavy weight of his body pressing down, and kissed him deeply.  He held Billy’s head in his hands to control the kiss, and looked deep into his man’s eyes. He savoured Billy’s lithe, muscular tongue filling his mouth and always driving deeper to possess him.  But for the moment he was in control.

He pushed Billy up from him and flipped him over, moving down his body to contemplate Billy’s muscular form.  “It’s nearly Christmas, Bill.  You came as such a gift to me. Let me enjoy you.” He blushed at the sentimentality, but Billy didn’t seem to notice.  He relaxed back, hands behind his head, to give James his body.

James started slowly. He pulled open Billy’s shirt and kissed and bit his neck as he teased his nipples between thumb and forefinger.  He moved down to wet Billy’s chest hair with his tongue.  He ran his tongue round to feast on Billy’s pits.  Billy moaned and twisted, wanting more, and pushed James’s head down his torso to the thicket of pubic hair above the base of his cock.

James laid his hand on the bulge that seemed to be pulsing beneath, and then freed Billy’s dick. All James’s senses were activated by the cock he loved so much. He ran his tongue under the bulbous mushroom head, savoring the hard ridge and softness of the skin below it.  He could barely leave the sweet drops of precum that blossomed from the tip, but the ripe smell of Billy’s readiness drove him on. James kissed the head of his cock once, and then buried his face below it, eagerly sucking on Billy’s balls and breathing in the raw smell of him. He swirled his tongue round each testicle in turn until the insistent tap of the firm, ripe cock on his forehead summoned him back to it.  He closed his eyes to enjoy every hard inch that slipped passed his lips until the head hit his throat. Until he had met Billy, he had always had his own member serviced by the men on his estate.  Now he was eager to devour his lover’s cock and to take it as deep into him as he could, whether in his throat or in his ass.

Billy felt his balls churning. The feel of James’s mouth on his dick was irresistible. And at the moment that James’s eyes turned up to him, demanding his load, he couldn’t hold back. His pelvis bucked and he shot spur after spurt into James’s throat, so much that James’s couldn’t swallow it all in time.  The sight of James’s face, blissful at having taken Billy’s load, but with cum smeared round his mouth, filled Billy with love for the man who had taken him into his house, and then welcomed him into his body.

They both fell back into the straw, kissing each other to share the cum on James’s lips, and stroking each other.  Billy was still hard. James grabbed him by the root and waggled his cock, laughing: “You’re incorrigible, man! I can hardly keep up with you!”

Billy reached over to James’s own stiff dick.  “Well, what’s this then?  Feels like you need more to satisfy you!”

At that moment Jupiter, the young horse, kicked the wall of the neighboring stall.  Billy grinned wickedly, and reached up to take a rope halter from the wall.

“I may not have been the best stableboy in the world,”  he told James, “but I learned enough about rope in my time on ships of war!” He quickly adapted the halter and slipped it onto James.  He used the rope to pull up James’s head and pressed his back to make him arch his body.  James’s ass jutted out invitingly and Billy needed it.  He dropped the end of the rope and buried his face between his lover’s butt cheeks. He alternated between driving his tongue into James’s welcoming anus, and sucking up the sweat that had accumulated during James’s morning ride on Jupiter.

Billy came up for air and the sight of James’s wet, hairy mancunt, with its delicious pink interior now opened by his tongue, made him hard as iron.  He positioned himself at James’s opening, held back for a split second to ready his man, and then drove in.  James yelped once as his inner ring gave way to the invading cock, and then pushed back demanding more and harder thrusts.

“Come on, man!” James shouted, “Let me feel you.  Give me that cock. Harder, Billy!”

Their fucking was now rough and passionate and somehow more serious.  James managed to wriggle onto his back without loosing Billy from his ass.  He needed to look into Billy’s face and Billy understood it.  He pulled James’s legs up and onto his shoulders and leaned into his strokes so that he could drive deeper while he looked into James’s eyes.  His thrusts became slower but harder at the same time so that they could both take full pleasure in the friction of cock in ass.

The long, slow stokes became faster as they locked eyes and Billy knew what James needed without words.  James reached his arm up to pull Billy down to him, needing the heat of Billy’s torso next to him. He raised his ass up further to give Billy an interrupted access to his deep core.

“Give me it all, Billy. Fill me with yourself.” It didn’t quite make sense, but both of them knew exactly what was meant. Billy reached down between their sweating bodies to grab James’s dick and jerked it in time to his own strokes.  

 Billy’s thrusts became a pounding as James’s moans became shouts of need and joy until he felt Billy’s seed surging up to finally empty himself into his man’ ass.  Immediately he finished his work on James’s dick, adding his mouth to bring James to a climax that sent a fountain of thick cum up into the air and back down on his body.

Spent at last, they lay back in each other’s arms, breathing heavily.  James’s fingers played in Billy’s chest hair as he told him about his Christmas responsibilities. “Make the most of this, Billy,” he said. “We’ll have to go to church on Christmas day.”

“What?” Billy objected. “I didn’t exactly have you down as a God-fearing man.”

James looked pained, though a smile was playing at the corners of his mouth, “Well, Billy, I am the Earl of Comersby.  There are certain things that are required of me, you know.  The villagers will expect to see me in church on Christmas morning.”

Billy shrugged.  “Whatever you say, your Lordship.”

But James wasn’t done: “Of course that’s not the only way we celebrate Christmas at Comersby.  In fact, the most important side of Christmas takes place the night before. And I’ll need you beside me for that.”

“What do you mean?” Billy asked.

But James would say only, “You’ll see!” And kissed him to change the subject.

The next day was Christmas Eve.  James had given all the servants the option of taking the day off to be with their families.  Billy couldn’t help noticing that this left a good number of the more attractive male servants, and that Bennet, James’s household steward, seemed to organising them in some sort of activity.

The castle hummed with business as the Great Hall was prepared. The Hall was the oldest part of the Castle and had stood solid and unchanged while James’s ancestor had added more modern wings all around it. The men carried in huge logs for the fireplace, and fresh boughs of holly and ivy were cut in the grounds of the castle and brought in to green the room.

James had kept in his study all day working on some financial papers.  He’d asked Billy to take some of them over to Sir Patrick.  Billy knew something was going on, but he couldn’t work out what it was.  He dutifully requested George Jones to drive him over to Patrick’s house and delivered the papers. But all his questions to Patrick about the activities at Comersby were met with: “It’s a very old tradition, Billy. James is in a long line of Earls of Comersby who play a special part on Christmas Eve.  You’ll see.”

By the time Billy got home, it was dark.  James had finished with his papers and as soon as he heard Billy was back, he took him into their private drawing room, grinning and fidgeting with excitement  like a child.   Every time Billy asked him what was going on, he repeated Patrick’s words: “You’ll see!” Billy gave up his inquiries and at last James seemed to be satisfied that all was ready.  He led Billy down the grand sweeping staircase into the oldest part of Comersby Castle. The Great Hall was lit with candles and the glow of the flames in the huge fireplace. Side tables were set with all manner of food and drink.  In the middle of the room, a vast, heavy oak table was free from these provisions.  Two large ornamental chairs stood on a platform facing the old wooden castle doors. 

The Great Hall was  buzzing with men, all of them employed in the Castle or on Sir James’s estate. But no one was wearing formal livery tonight, and many men were already stripped to the waist, their muscles accented by the red firelight.  As James walked in with Billy on his arm the Hall fell silent and a cry rang out:

“Hail the Yule King and His Consort!”

“What’s a ‘Consort’?” Billy asked, suspiciously.  It had not been very long since he had been employed as James’s stable boy.

“It means you’re with me,” James told him. “Would you rather be the Yule Queen?”

Billy had to admit defeat.  They took their seats on the Yule Thrones amid the applause and shouted good wishes of the room. 

Billy looked round.  He caught a glimpse of Thomas and Joseph, holding hands and staring wide-eyed at the scene.   James and Billy had rescued them both—Thomas from a cruel life in a brothel, and Joseph from the service of the sadistic Lord Sidmouth—and now they worked at the Castle.

The atmosphere was very different from the last party Billy had attended with James.  That had been an aristocratic masquerade with decadent costumes. But this night the men wore their everyday clothes and were swiftly discarding them.  No one was serving anyone else and the men helped themselves from the flagons of beer and plates of bread, cheese and meat set on the side tables.

“This is our tradition, Billy,” said James.  “It’s been the same every year for as long as I can remember, and a long time before that.  No one really knows when it started. It’s what makes Comersby.  I want you to enjoy it.”  Billy had never quite experienced anything like this, but he trusted James.  He looked round the room to enjoy the well-developed man-flesh on display.  Bennet, James’s steward, came with a plate of meat and wine for them.  He exchanged a secretive glance with James, and then left the room by a side door.

Shortly afterwards, three loud knocks were heard at the outer door and the room fell silent once more.  The two footmen heaved open the ancient oak doors to the Castle and admitted the newcomers. The first to enter was a tall figure dressed in leather.  His head was covered in a deerskin hood, cut with eye holes, that covered the top half of his head. Two antlers branched out from his temples.  He carried a staff in his hand.  It was clear to all that an ancient ceremony was under way.

“That’s the Hunter,” James whispered to Billy. Billy squinted in the low light.  He thought he could just about recognise the superb physique of James’s steward, thickly pelted with dark hair. The same man who had brought them food and drink was now transformed into an ancient god.

Behind the Hunter processed six men carrying a wooden trestle.  On the trestle, on hands and knees, was a nearly naked man.  A pigskin rug had been slung across him against the cold and now it was pulled off him to show his naked form.  Though clearly smaller than the Hunter, he was still an impressive form with well-muscled shoulders and buttocks to match.  A nice set of cock and balls dangled between his legs.

“That’s the Boar,” James explained.  “The men elect a new Boar every year from their ranks. It’s a great honor.” He called out to the room: “Well, chosen, men!  A very fine specimen this year!  There’s some fine meat on those haunches, I must say. Perhaps I will have him exhibited him at the Country Show.”

The Boar looked pleased with this.  He wore a crown of bay leaves and his ass bristled with branches of rosemary.  His skin glowed red in the firelight as he was set down on the central table.  Shouts of approval and encouragement rang round the room.

The Hunter rapped three times on the floor with his staff to call for silence.  He was clearly the Master of Ceremonies.  He turned to James:

“My Lord, I present to you the Christmas Boar.  Yours is the first stroke!”

But on this night of the year hierarchies were reconfigured. James magnanimously declined his head, as was expected, and called out: “Sir Hunter, I call on you to take the first stroke.”

Billy was surprised at James turning down the opportunity. The Boar’s ass was firm and broad—it looked very inviting.  But James already had his hand on Billy’s crotch and was expertly freeing his cock from his breeches.  There would be plenty of time to enjoy any of the men in the room and at the moment it amused James to watch Billy’s reaction to the events.  Billy’s cock was already throbbing in James’s hand and James’s expertly worked it, teasing the head with his finger and thumb then sliding his whole hand down to grip Billy’s balls.

The Hunter bowed to show his respect for Sir James (and his respect for the Yule Consort’s cock), then pulled down his deerskin britches to reveal an 8-inch member fully erect and thick as a tree branch, its tip glistening in the firelight. Two of the Boar’s bearers carefully removed the rosemary branches from his hole and ceremonially held his ass-cheeks apart.  Their fingers probed into him, coated with goose grease to help him in his big moment.  The Hunter lifted his heavy cock and lined it up with Boar’s twitching hole.  He gave the Boar a moment’s grace, pressing slowly past his anus, and then with a roar that all the men echoed, he sank his massive shaft deep, deep into the man’s ass. The Boar let out a cry, half human moan, half the grunt of a pig, as his hole was stretched open, and he pushed his buttocks back to receive the invading dick. It was rough, hard sex, cheered on by the shouts of the crowd.

The Hunter’s thrusts were deep and powerful and the men crowded round to watch the long cock pumping in and out of the Boar’s rippling haunches.  The Boar’s own cock was a decent size and it bounced happily in time to the thrusts his piggy ass was receiving. One of the attendants slid his back and shoulders between  the Boar’s legs to suck his balls,  and another inserted his own cock into the Boar’s hungry mouth.  The table had become a centerpiece of men enjoying each other.

Gradually the crowd began to pair off as hard cocks found eager holes.  Every bit of furniture was used to brace hungry assholes to receive the eager thrusts of ready dicks. The Great Hall filled with the sounds and smells of rutting men, one on one, two on one, and even a few foursomes.  As the crowd round the Boar and Hunter thinned, Billy noticed Joseph gazing awestruck at the two men. He reached up a tentative hand to touch the Hunter’s buttock as its muscles worked to drive him on.  Then with wide eyes he touched the shaking thigh of the Boar … when he was suddenly caught up from behind in the huge arms of Simon, Sir James’s Head Forester.

“And who might this little piglet be?” Simon asked of the wriggling Joey. 

Billy, always alert, started forward but James laid a hand on his shoulder.  “Simon will take care of him,” he said, “the men know what to do at Christmas.”

Amid the encouragement of the other men in the Hall, Simon sat back in a chair with his legs apart and hoisted  Joey into his lap. At some point in this movement he had lost his britches and was holding up the boy just above a stiff and impressive cock.

“Well, now, little piglet, let’s see what you can do.”  He allowed Joey to brace himself on one foot before he laid big, thick paws on the boy’s shoulders and started to lower him onto his rigid dick.  He took care, but Joey was not so fragile.  Since their reunion he and Tommy had been making up for lost time and he knew how to take a long cock inside him.  He was soon bouncing joyfully on Simon’s lap, impaled by the stiff member as the big man anchored his hands round Joey’s slim waist.

James glanced over at Thomas but he was clearly enjoying the scene. James understood. He loved to see his own man performing too.  Tommy caught his eye and, greatly daring, raised a quizzical eyebrow will his gaze fixed very obviously on James’s crotch.

Thomas had come a long way since James and Billy had rescued him from the brothel.  He was growing into a strong, virile young man, and on this night of carnival James couldn’t deny him.  He nodded his head and Tommy scurried over to kneel between James’s thighs.  He quivered with excitement as he carefully took James’s balls, one in each hand, and marvelled at their heaviness.  He opened his mouth wide and slowly sucked in one testicle with muffled moans of pleasure. He worked his tongue over its firm roundness and then gave the other the same treatment.

“Your cock, sir … may I?”  James smiled at Tommy’s good manners.  He knew the boy worshipped him just as Joseph worshipped Billy. 

“It’s Christmas, Tommy,” he said, “you may enjoy yourself.”

Thomas didn’t need telling twice.  His politeness soon turned into eager licking and slurping up and down the shaft. Then, with his lips forming a perfect seal, he got down to business, plunging his throat down to the root of the cock.  James wondered where he had gotten such skills.  He didn’t like to think of the time Tommy had spent in the brothel. But now he was reunited with Joseph, and the two young lovers were making up of lost time.

James sat back, enjoying having his cock and balls worked over while he watched the scene in the center of the Hall.

The Hunter was reaching his climax.

“Gentlemen!” he shouted between thrusts.  “It’s time to baste this roast pork!”   He hauled his cock out of the Boar’s channel and held it in both hands to hose him down with a thick white torrent of cum.  Other men joined him.  The Boar greedily sucked down loads from the cocks presented to his face, and his skin shone wet in the firelight as it was coated in cum.

“Well basted, gentlemen!” said the Hunter, “But I think we need to season him a little.” And he let loose a stream of piss onto to the Boar’s flanks as the Boar himself, overwhelmed by all the attention, let loose a steady spurt of cum onto the table.

The Boar, with a happy grin on still on his face, was allowed to rest while the next phase of the evening began.  The Hunter rapped again with his staff and made an announcement:

“Now we are all gathered here in the presence of the Lord of Yule” (he bowed ceremonially in the direction of Sir James) “Is there anyone here who has committed a crime this year?”

Muffled laughter ran round the men.  They had clearly discussed this in advance, and they nudged one of their number forward.  The man stood sheepishly, ready for judgment.

The Hunter looked him up and down and asked: “Well, John Miller, and what crimes do you have to confess to the Earl of Comersby?”

John Miller tried to look repentant.  He glanced sheepishly at James.  “I’m sorry, Your Lordship, I might have taken a brace of partridge the other day.”

James grinned, then tried to looked stern.  He was well aware of the Corn Laws that kept the price of his own grain high while his men struggled to buy bread. He made sure that all the men on his estate were well-paid, and it was understood by everyone that it was no crime to take a trout from one of Sir James’s streams, or a bird from his woods.

“Sir James!” The Hunter called, “What is this man’s punishment to be?”

James pretended to think deeply on the matter, and concluded: “Only one punishment for such a crime, Sir Hunter! And that’s to be fucked by the biggest cock in the Castle.” 

The men cheered and stamped their feet in time as the Hunter swung his staff round in a circle until it came to rest on … Billy.  James nodded his approval and pushed Billy forward.  “Do it for the honor of Comersby, Billy!” he said, supressing a laugh.  Then he proclaimed to room:

“John Miller, I sentence you to receive as many strokes of the cock as Mr Cate chooses to give you.”

Bill stepped up.  Two men had taken charge of the punishment.  They quickly stripped their “prisoner” and hoisted him up, holding with his arms on their shoulders and his back to Billy. Miller pushed back his ass to receive his sentence. But now Billy was in control, he would run the scene.

“You!” he commanded, pulling an attractive young man from the crowd.  “On your knees and get your tongue in this man’s ass.”  The look of surprise on the man’s face was matched by the twitches in his cock.  It was clear that Billy’s orders were turning him own.  He dropped onto one knee and willingly ran his tongue up and down the “prisoner’s” crack.

“Get your face in there!” Billy ordered, with his hand on the back of the man’s head, “This man needs some preparation before I stretch out his cunt!” The room was soon filled with the slurping sounds of eager ass-eating and satisfied moans from both parties.  Billy strode round to check on Miller’s cock. 

“Did someone give you permission for a hard-on?”  He slapped the man’s dick, which resulted only in an even stiffer erection. Billy tugged his nuts hard and twisted them to get a squeal out of him.  “You ready for your punishment?”

The man nodded excitedly. Billy pushed the ass-eater out of the way with his knee and the “prisoner’s” attendants pulled him forward and braced him with his ass sticking out.  A hush fell on the room followed by a murmur of approval as Billy pushed down his breeches and eyes widened at the length and girth of his cock.  

Billy positioned his swollen head and drove in without ceremony. The two men holding  Miller barely remained on their feet at the force of Billy’s assault but managed to keep their prisoner in place.  Billy was quickly into a ferocious rhythm as he pistoned Miller’s ass.  Miller took it manfully, planting his feet as wide as he could to steady himself. The sight of his spread asscheeks drove Billy on to a new frenzy of fucking.  This was not the long, varied sex he enjoyed with James.  This was to relieve the pressure in his balls so he could move on.

“Spin him round,” Billy snapped between grunts to the two men holding up Miller.  They recognised what was happening, and as Billy pulled out his cock they turned their prisoner and dropped him to his knees in one movement.  Billy concluded the man’s punishment by coating his upturned face with a burst of cum.

“Learned your lesson? ”

“Well, Sir, I did take a fish the other day …”  Miller was clearly hoping for more.

“Don’t push your luck!”

“No, Sir, it’s been an honor, Sir. A cock like that!  We don’t see one of those every day.”

James loved to watch Billy in action, knowing that that prodigious cock was his own to command whenever he needed it. He knew that Billy had refined the art of fucking men’s asses aboard ship when he had been a Royal Marine during the wars with France.  But his own cock was hard after Tommy’s ministrations.

There were no shortage of men eager for the Earl of Comersby’s cock.  Until Billy had come to the Castle, James had used a great many of them.  He stood up from his throne to a hopeful crowd, as Billy strode over towards him.  But this year felt different. Suddenly he only wanted one man. 

“I need some air, Billy,” he said. 

They went out into the frosty night leaving the revellers to satisfy themselves.   They had lost most of their clothes and the cold air stung their skin.  They walked hand in hand to the stable, where Billy had taken James that first time, all those months ago, and lay down in the straw.

“Happy Christmas, stableboy,” said Sir James as he reached down for Billy’s cock.

“Happy Christmas, your Lordship.”  Billy grinned.  He had his man to himself.  It would be a good Christmas night.