Comersby Castle

Many GayDemon readers will know and admire BillyC and his molten stories, some of which feature the Olympian sexual exploits of himself and his red-hot husband. A few weeks ago, I was honored by a story that Billy generously framed as having been inspired by reading my Becoming Owen series. I was deeply humbled—and seriously aroused—by this gift of one of Bill’s most scorching stories in which he was kind enough to include some of my own favorite sex scenes. I had been planning a historical story, and by way of return I decided to take the liberty of imagining the characters as historical counterparts of Billy and his husband in early nineteenth-century England.

I should add that that all the details are entirely from my own perverted imagination!

Comersby Castle

It was a fine day in May and Sir James Ellis was out for his morning ride. He was delighted with Neptune, his new purchase. The horse was beautifully put together and the way his energy was reeled in between Sir James’s hand and heel had put his rider in an excellent mood. A light breeze tousled his dark hair and the scent of new blossoms in the hedgerow stirred his blood as he gazed over his estate. The little village of Comersby nestled in the valley, overlooked by his own house, Comersby Castle. The Ellis family had been there a long time, since the Castle was a castle, and generations of improvements had turned the old place into a comfortable home.

Sir James Ellis was at leisure. He had no serious obligations at present in his role as Justice of the Peace in nearby Bristol, and he was ready to take his pleasures. At forty-five he felt in the prime of life. He was rich, handsome and successful—young enough still to be filled with desire for the world, and old enough to know what he wanted from it.

Sir James reigned Neptune in at the top of a little hill. The young stallion danced skittishly on his toes and James stroked his neck to calm him. The sun was beginning to warm the land, and below them the men were preparing the fields for the new crops. Perhaps he had hired too many hands this year, he thought. But then the end of the wars with France had left so many good men out of work. Men could be brought from soldiers and sailors to destitution in just a few months. Sir James hated the sight of unemployed men, forced to beg after they had given so much in the service of their country, and he had accepted many of them into his service.

The sun was getting high in the sky now, and the men were stripping down to their shirts. Some were already bare-chested, the sunlight glancing of well-toned muscles as they worked. Even at this distance he could see the flexing of broad shoulders and the curve of taught buttocks stretching tight breeches as they bent over their labor. James smiled. There were compensations to employing so many men. He felt the warmth of the sun stirring other urges inside him.

Sir James and his wife, Lady Isabella, had come to an amicable arrangement. After two children—whom they both loved very much—they had agreed to seek their pleasures separately. The only condition was that they would try to avoid seducing the same man. There seemed no danger of this at the moment, as Isabella was happily engaged on corrupting the very handsome new curate from the next village. Sir James had engaged him to help young Jamie and Charlotte with their Latin, and the young curate had fallen head over heels in love with his wife. Sir James smiled at the thought. The poor lad didn’t know what he was in for.

The sight of the men in the fields had stirred James' blood. He closed his heels against Neptune’s flanks and the horse sprang eagerly into a gallop. James gave him his head and they arrived back in the stable yard with Neptune wet and blowing. The sweat shining on his black coat accented his powerful shoulders and haunches. He was a magnificent beast. James’ neighbor and friend, Sir Patrick Law, had already arranged to bring one his mares over to continue the bloodline and James was looking forward to seeing the young stallion in action.

Sir James swung off the horse as his stableman, George Jones, took Neptune’s head. Jones called a hand over to unsaddle him and take the saddle back to the stable. James didn't recognize the man, but his eye was captured by his presence. The newcomer had something about him that would catch the eye of any man.

“New hand?” he asked Jones.

“Yes, sir. He turned up a few days ago looking for work.” Jones said, and then added anxiously. “He’s not quite used to stable work yet, sir, but he’s a good man. I can vouch for him.”

“I’m sure he is. You know you have my authority to hire the men you think fit.” If James lingered on that last word, George Jones pretended not to notice. Sir James Ellis was a very good master, and everyone who worked for him respected his ways, even when they seemed a little unconventional to an external eye.

Sir James followed the new hireling into the stables and stood quietly in the doorway to observe him. The man was tall—well over six feet—and he held himself well. There was something military in his bearing. He set the saddle down on a haycock, not knowing quite what to do with it, and walked across to a window where he stood watching as Neptune was led around the yard to cool off.

As the horse’s temperature waned, Sir James’s was rising. The new man appeared very nicely-formed. His rolled-up sleeves gave an enticing glimpse of hair and hard muscle. James cleared his throat and the man whipped round to reveal a strong, handsome face framed by dirty-blond hair. He looked hesitantly at his employer and said quickly, “I'm sorry, sir, I was just admiring the horse. I'll get back to work right away.”

“There's no hurry.” James took a couple steps towards him. “I don't blame you for admiring Neptune. He's a very fine piece of horseflesh, don’t you think?” He moved closer. “What do they call you, boy?”

“Cate, sir.”

“Your first name?”

“William, sir. They call me Billy.”

“Well, Billy Cate, I hope you’ll find a place here at Comersby.”

“Thank you, sir, I hope so too.” Billy inclined his head a little in acknowledgement.

James noted the deference, but he also heard a note of pride in the man’s voice. He liked the sound of it and the note of promise it bore. He directed Billy’s attention back to the horse with a hand on his shoulder.

“A fine beast, as I say. He's a joy to sit astride, I can tell you. I’m very pleased with him. He’s so well put together—look at the strength in those flanks. All that energy in him, and he allows himself to be controlled by his rider.”

Billy nodded. He didn’t know much about horses, but he admired the brute physicality and elegance of the animal. Despite the gallop home, Neptune was still skittish, shying at the collie dog who thought he owned the yard and darted at the horse’s feet. Jones ran his hand over his neck to calm him. And the way his new employer’s arm was now lying across his shoulders, with one hand idly massaging the back of his neck, was greatly adding to Billy's interest in the scene.

James squeezed Bill's shoulder in a manly way, enjoying the movement of the bunched muscles in his neck, brushing his fingertips cross the short hairs at the top of his collar. He shifted his arm nonchalantly. Then he allowed his hand to drift down to Billy’s own flanks. He felt the man flinch momentarily and then, with a slight adjustment of his posture, move his hips back into Sir James’s reach. Still standing behind him, James spoke softly to him, speaking softly into his ear and sending hot waves of air onto his neck.

“So, Billy, you look like you were in the army?”

“Navy, sir. I was a marine.”

“I see. Versatile then? You fought on sea and on land?”

Sir James was versatile too. But the heat and energy he was feeling from Billy Cate had gotten him especially interested in a swelling in Billy’s breeches.

“Yes, sir. I was at Trafalgar. The Royal Sovereign.” Billy felt himself redden. He hadn’t meant to boast of his deployment to Admiral Collingwood’s ship. He had just wanted to prove himself worthy of his sophisticated, handsome new employer.

Sir James seemed not to notice Billy’s discomfort. “Very impressive. You must have seen a great deal of … action.” Sir James clapped his hand onto Billy's back in a comradely fashion, but let it linger there just enough to make his point with the word “action.” As the hand slipped slowly down again, to rest in the small of his back just above the curve of his buttocks. Billy shivered in a delicious anticipation. He had already noticed his handsome new master and the way he looked at the men on his estate. But he kept silent in the presence of his employer, unsure yet of Sir James's reaction.

“I’m lucky that there are so many able-bodied men in need of employment.” As he spoke, James’s hand had moved slowly round the front of Billy’s breeches, where it had encountered a noticeable bulge. Billy made no objection as James slowly palmed the bulge and then closed his fingers round it. Even through the coarse, thick cloth he could feel a smouldering heat.

Sir James spoke to his new hire, man to man: “You have an impressive physique, Billy Cate. I’m sure that you found ways of keeping yourself satisfied on board ship. I know that young, fit men such as yourself need to take care of certain … urges.”

Suddenly Billy spun round to face him. His eyes flashed a dark heat as his heart drummed against his ribcage. “Yes, sir. I was able to take care of many men. That is, men who knew what they wanted.” He looked as steadily as he could into James’s blue eyes, hoping that he had guessed right.

Sir James Ellis knew exactly what he wanted. He pushed Billy backwards and held his shoulders for a moment at arms' length to look into his face. He liked what he saw--the strong curves of the man’s cheekbones, his skin tanned from his months at sea and his eyes looking directly out from his guarded brows, challenging his social superior to meet him on an equal footing.

James was done with circling round the subject. “I know what I want, Billy Cate. And I think you are just the man to give it to me.” He pulled Billy to him and their mouths met. Billy needed no further encouragement. They kissed passionately, crushing their lips together, their tongues wrestling in each other’s mouths as they responded to the heat of each other's powerful male desire. James drew into his nostrils the strong male scent of sweat and the farmyard and he felt his own cock swell. His hands gripped Billy's firm buttocks then pushed down into his breeches to grasp handfuls of firm, taught muscle. A flash of heat ripped from his fingertips to his cock. Billy was a rare prize!

Billy's cock was fighting to be released from its confines and Sir James saw it. He instinctively shoved his hand into the front of Billy’s breeches and almost flinched at the red-hot touch of the hard, raw flesh he encountered there. He fumbled at the rough knots that held up Billy’s breeches and Billy helped him so that the course cotton cloth fell to his ankles. James stood back in admiration as he viewed a long, thick cock that Neptune would have been proud to display, and a pair of full, round balls that clearly had not been emptied for a day or two. The cock was already half-erect, swinging enticingly between Billy's strapping thighs. Sir James’ mouth watered.

Aristocrat and marine locked each other’s gaze. Billy made the first move. Neptune's saddle was still resting on the haybale and Billy looked provocatively at James and then knelt beside the saddle. The pungent aromas of man and horse and leather rose from it in an intoxicating blend, and he breathed it in deeply. James stood over him, gazing down at the rough hair and burly form. Another man he would have kept on his knees, but he needed something else from this beautiful physical specimen with his direct gaze and his forceful bearing. He wanted to be tested by that brute force, to engage him in a meeting of their mutual need and desire. He wanted to feel that huge cock driving into him and pushing him to the peak of ecstasy he could only feel coupling with another man.

He reached down to Billy and hooked his arms under his shoulders to pull him up. For a moment he held him before him and admired again the horse-hung cock and the fat balls nestling in Billy’s furry crotch. He had had many of the men on his estate over the years, but this mighty engine, already twitching in anticipation, filled him with a keen new excitement.

Sir James sat Billy down astride the saddle and pulled his giant cock forward so that it rode proud on the pommel. He wrapped the cock in his clenched fist and squeezed. For moment of delicious expectation he tasted it with his tongue, but he couldn't wait—he wanted the luscious thick meat for his own. Billy’s cock was standing up at an acute angle, tantalising him with a glimpse of the wet glans shining through the foreskin. It had been a while since he had had a cock as big and juicy to savor. He pulled back the foreskin and licked greedily round the head, flicking his tongue across the slit and smiling in satisfaction as Billy shivered at the sensation on his most sensitive part.

Billy leaned back and braced himself with his hands gripping the edge of the saddle. James teased him with his tongue, playing his cock like an instrument that was giving voice to exquisite moans and cries and urging him on. James devoured the purple mushroom head, using a tongue well-practiced on the cocks and balls of the men of his estate. Sir James Ellis was a connoisseur of the male member and he knew how to bring one to a peak of hard, straining erection for his pleasure. He pushed his lips down the shat and possessed the hard, pulsating rod with his throat, thrilled at the way it took on new life in his mouth. He sucked and slurped it, as his flowing saliva mingled with the copious leakings from Billy’s cockhead, pulling up only to take delight in the way it jumped and throbbed in response to his attentions.

Sir James Ellis took great aesthetic enjoyment from his pleasures. He loved a beautiful, well-made horse, a fine landscape painting, an intricate sonata. And most of all he loved a well-sculpted cock, pulsing with energy and standing up for his attention. He slid his mouth down to feel the shaft, hot and hard but smooth and velvet. He breathed in the smell of a man who had spent all day working on the farm, and listened to Billy moaning “Oh yes, sir, that's it. Work my cock, take it down your gullet.” Sir James obliged, and was rewarded by the sensation of the already erect cock growing in his mouth like a living thing.

Billy had lost any inhibition. He pulled James up by his shoulders and looked straight into his face. He registered for a moment that Sir James was wearing a fine linen shirt and then tore it open regardless. The soft, white skin of his master threw into relief the darker hair of his torso and he lashed James's chest with his tongue, biting the nipples as he grew ever bolder.

The sight of the expensively-dressed Lord in his riding clothes was intoxicating. Billy drew a breath and dared to order: “take those breeches off, sir, and leave your boots on.” He wanted to take the man in his topboots, flecked with splashes of mud and the sweat of his horse. He wanted to possess all of Sir James Ellis—his beautiful musculature, his elegant aristocratic poise, and, especially, those rock-hard thighs honed by years of horsemanship. He wanted to make all that his own.

Billy stumbled for a moment as his own breeches caught round his ankles. He kicked them away from his feet and placed his palm on Sir James’s chest.

“On your back, sir, and get your legs up.” James fell back into the hay. The stalks pricked his back and awoke his every sense as Billy pushed up his legs and spread them wide to expose his eager cunt. Billy gazed in wonderment at Sir James’ ass and his beautiful hole. He pressed a finger against it and felt it twitch. He pushed at the anus and was delighted at the way it sucked in his finger, holding it tightly and trying to pull him in further. The men on the ship had been enthusiastic but inexperienced. This skilled and practiced mancunt filled him with an overwhelming need and admiration.

Billy looked unflinchingly into James’s eyes as his cock got hard. Billy had a big cock and he had honed his use of it on his last deployment to HMS Audacious. He had introduced some of the younger men—lonely and horny—to the pleasures of man-on-man sex, until he had come to the attention of Captain Hardwick. After that, he had spent many nights in the Captain’s berth, driving his nine-inch cock between Hardwick’s raised buttocks as his superior officer stifled his moans of pleasure in a pillow.

His mind slipped back to those nights when his superior officer had begged to feel his engine ramming into his willing cunt until he had drawn from Billy a flood of seed and a shuddering climax. Hardwick had been an experienced sailor, well used to long voyages, but he had melted at the caresses of the handsome marine. And Billy had liked it too. He had enjoyed bending the captain over his cabin table, sending the navigational charts flying as he roughly plowed the man’s cunt. And he had also liked the quiet hours he had spent in his captain’s arms, rocked by the motion of the waves.

Soon there had been other approaches—a shy request from a young lieutenant and a more confident approach from the moody, intellectual ship’s surgeon. Billy had given the surgeon the pounding of his life and had been more gently introducing the sweet young officer to the joys of man-sex when the war with France had come to an end. The nights Billy had spent with the captain in his arms, and the days when he had reinvigorated himself, lodged between the smooth haunches of an eager midshipman were over.

After his discharge Billy had made his way to the port of Bristol, uncertain of his future employment, and with what was left of his pay had taken a room in an inn to look for a job. Work was hard to find, and he missed the closeness he had shared with the men on the Audacious. With Captain Hardwick it had been more than shared physical need. They had had a closeness that had given an excitement to the monotony of shipboard routine and had blotted out the painful scenes of shattered limbs and the decks awash with blood when they had engaged the enemy. All that was impossible now, of course.

One evening at the inn Billy he had shared a few tots of rum with a man named George Jones. He had gotten on well with Jones, but still had been surprized to be offered a position on very favorable terms on the estate of Sir James Ellis. He knew nothing about working on the land and still less about horses. But he was beginning to understand why he was now Sir James's stableboy.

He had seen Sir James returning from his ride and had immediately been drawn to the way he handled the horse—the way man and beast joined together as they exchanged power, the superb stallion submitting to the control of the mere man. He had seen the easy way Sir James sat the horse, his trim calves close to Neptune’s rippling flanks, his muscular thighs highlighted against the leather of the saddle. He had noted the graceful way his master had swung himself from the horse. He had known, even if he could not acknowledge it then, that he had to have the man.

Sir James’s voice brought Billy back into the moment as he gave his new hire his orders. “Put your cock in me, boy. Let me see what you can do with it.”

Billy didn’t need telling twice “Keep your arse up, sir” he said bluntly, “give me your cunt.” It was always a risk to give orders to a man of a higher social standing. But Billy had learned that there were understandings between men that transcended rank. James relished Billy’s frank language. He rolled back to present his mancunt for Billy’s attention. Billy spat into James's hairy hole and rubbed the copious leakings from his cockhead into the crack. And as Billy’s thick girth began to press at his entrance, James relished that cock even more. Their passionate play had produced enough spit and juices to ease in Billy’s dick and the promise of having his passage filled with thick man-meat made him start to moan with excitement. Billy pushed gently at first, unsure of what his new employer wanted. But his caution was blown away when Sir James shouted out: “Give me that big fucking cock! I want to feel every inch! Drive it in me, boy!”

Billy did as he was told. His cock needed it. He hefted his heavy member in his hand and pushed it against James’s hole. It slid in easily and James groaned as he felt its thickness. His passage clenched involuntarily on Billy's member and it pushed harder in response, swelling in his passage and stretching the walls out even further. The cock seemed to run through him like an iron rod, impaling every inch of his body on its wonderful hardness and conducting its heat through him. The men he had sampled so far had been clumsy compared to this sublime intensity.

As his swollen cockhead pushed past James's entrance, Billy was gripped by a powerful lust, driven by the need of many nights away from his mates aboard ship and the new thrill of the way Sir James was seducing him. And James savored the sensation of a thick cock plunging into him and splitting his ass wider and wider as his whole body jerked in response. He had fucked and been fucked by many men on his estate, but this thrusting fat horsecock sent him into an undiscovered country of desire. He was in a heaven of pleasure as the huge cock drove home. He looked up to see Billy's face, eyes closed and mouth open in an expression of the most extreme pleasure.

Yet Sir James wanted more: “Come on, marine, give me what you’ve got.” Billy thrust with a new abandon. The sight of his employer’s beautiful, muscular buttocks drove him on, thrilling him with the sensation of stretching the walls of James’s ass with his thick girth. Billy’s cock was a ramrod in his ass. He’d never felt such a force filling him to such an extreme extent of pleasure. The thickness that stretched him out, and the length that rammed so deep into him drove him to new heights of need and satisfaction.

Billy was in his element. He scooped up James's legs with his arms and laid them on his shoulders. Nothing he had had on board ship compared to the molten heat of Sir James’s ass and the way his sphincter clung to his member to massage it to an almost unbearable hardness. And then the way Sir James had given him his orders—“fuck me, marine, fill me with that fat cock—show me what you can do.” He put every atom of his body into satisfying Sir James, ramming as deep as he could as his master's hard taught thighs twitched and jerked on either side of his head. He couldn't resist sinking his teeth into that hot, shivering muscle and he was rewarded by James's cry of pleasure: “Yes! Yes! Let me feel it!” Sir James moaned louder as the hardest, fattest cock he had ever taken pushed beyond his first gateway and surged into the depths of his body. This new hand, Billy the marine, was awakening him to new pleasure.

They drove each other to new heights of desire. No man that Billy had had on the ship could compare with Sir James Ellis as he lay beneath him, his shirt open to reveal a broad chest flexing as he drew deep, lustful breaths. Billy leant down daringly to plant a kiss that sucked James' tongue into his own mouth. They shared the heat and the sweat of each other's bodies, drawing more and more energy from the relentless motion of Billy's cock joining with Sir James' ass to create a pounding machine of perpetual motion. Billy needed even more. He bent over the prone torso to breathe in the sweat and taste Sir James' body as his sweat-drenched shirt clung wetly to his. With his cock lodged in James' ass Billy licked up his chest and buried his face in the heady musk of his armpit, bathing it with his tongue, relishing the secret corners of James' body and the unique scent that was his and that bonded the two men together.

Then he raised himself up again to resume the attack. James' own cock was rock hard now and bumping against Billy's stomach as Billy leaned in to drive deeper. Billy was mesmerized by the way it jumped and swayed in time with his thrusts. He had never seen a man get so hard himself as he received a cock. He grabbed it in both hands, his fingers barely reaching round its girth. The cock jumped and pulsed in his grasp on the verge of release and at the first squeeze of Billy's hand it spent a huge load of thick, white seed that blasted onto them both and drove Billy to the peak of need. He put his whole being into the final thrusts before he felt that deep shudder rising from his core and bursting out through his cock to blend with the coating already on James’ chest.

Billy joined Sir James on the pile of hay and they lay for a while, breathing hard. They were both a little stunned at the overwhelming force of their coupling. As he recovered, Sir James couldn’t resist reaching across Billy’s strong muscular body to touch his cock and was delighted to find renewed signs of life in it. He began to stroke its length until it started to harden again in his grasp. He heard a deep growling in Billy’s throat and he gripped more firmly.

“Are you ready to go again, sir?” Billy asked.

James was ready all right. He had never had been pleasured by such a superb example of male flesh, and he was enjoying himself in other ways too. Billy Cate had something about him that captivated Sir James. “I’m ready if you are, marine.”

Suddenly Billy was on his feet again, pointing to the saddle. He felt ready to take matters into his own hands. “Get over that, sir,” he ordered. Billy couldn't stop calling James “sir” even as he issues his orders, and James loved it. They were two men, each the equal of the other, pleasing each other in hot mansex and urging each other on to go deeper, to drive harder, to bring their bodies together in the most powerful expression of pleasure and trust. He was quick to respond, amused and aroused at Billy’s delightful combination of deference and mastery. He bent across the warm, smooth leather of the saddle, raising up his ass and bracing himself for a renewed onslaught of cock. He countered with his own command: “Come on, marine! I want it harder this time!” Billy rose to the challenge as James spread his legs wide—challenging Billy to outdo his early efforts.

Billy knelt behind James’s inviting buttocks, pushed his cockhead against the beckoning entrance and felt the delicious sensation of the way it slid in, well lubricated by his own seed and stretched out by the pounding to which he’d subjected it a few minutes ago. He was quickly far into the dark extremes of Sir James’s passage, his cock gripped by inner muscles that drove him on to a new need to piston himself harder and harder in to that region where he took deepest pleasures.

He had lost all sense of the social difference between them. He smacked James’ buttocks as he rode him, praising the beautiful globes and the heat of the cunt that clung to his pistoning cock, still tight after the ruthless treatment it had received. The sight of his master prostrated across his own saddle was deeply exciting but he had no time to think about before he felt himself begin to shudder as his balls tightened and he flooded James’s pulsating cunt with his seed. He fell forward onto James back just as James was rolling off the saddle. James caught him as the slid together into the hay and held him in a powerful embrace, face to face with each other.

Specks of dust from the hay they had disturbed were floating back down to earth, flickering as they passed through the sunbeams. James felt a deep satisfaction, more than the enthusiastic but casual experiences he had had releasing his load with the other men who worked for him. He put his hand round the back of Billy’s head and drew him in for a kiss. Their chests, lubricated with their spent seed, slipped together. James slid his hand between them to feel the wet fur of Billy’s chest.

“Welcome to Comersby,” he said, and kissed Billy again. He felt things were not over yet. He indicated the saddle: “put it on the saddle tree over there. Then come up to the house. We’re not done yet.”

He walked unsteadily out into the stable yard. George Jones was still tactfully leading Neptune around the yard, now more to keep the horse warm than to cool him down. He nodded respectfully to Sir James. “I hope you found the new man suitable for the job, sir?” He asked in as noncommittal a tone as he could muster.

“Yes, George,” said Sir James Ellis. “I think he’ll fit in here very well indeed.” He had found Billy Cate very suitable. He thought there were many things to which he would be suited. And his time at Comersby had only just begun.