Comersby Castle

This is the second installment of the goings-on at Comersby Castle. The story was inspired by my two friends and correspondents, GayDemon author BillyC and his hot husband, and follows the adventures of their historical counterparts in 1816 England. In the first episode, Billy, a royal marine in search of work after the war, was taken on as Sir James’s stableboy. 

In writing this episode, I’ve had the great pleasure of incorporating some suggestions from Sir James himself, although most of the details are from my own perverted imagination.

Comersby Castle: The Next Day

Sir James Ellis awoke, stretched, and felt his hand move instinctively towards his groin as he remembered the thrilling fuck of yesterday with the new stableboy, Billy Cate. He shivered and was immediately hard. Still half asleep, but with his member jutting out almost to its full nine inches in front of him, Sir James moved languidly over to the bedroom window to see what the new day had to offer him.  

In the distance, Sir James’s eye alighted on a man working in the stable yard. He shook his head to dispel his dreams as he recognized Billy speaking to the stableman, George Jones. Billy had clearly been hard at work for several hours, and even through the spring morning was still cool, he had already worked up a sweat. Sir James watched his latest hire as he pulled his shirt over his head and walked across the yard to the water trough. Billy’s muscles rippled enticingly under his skin shining with sweat and glistening in the morning sunlight. He plunged his head into the trough and reached back with his hands to cascade the water over his torso.

Sir James knew there and then that he had to feel that glorious cock in him again. He pulled on some clothes and sauntered down into the stable yard to find Billy towelling his hair with a piece of old sacking. At the sight of his master Billy, still stripped to the waist, dropped the sack and held himself upright. He wasn’t sure what to expect. Billy had spent most of his adult life as a royal marine during the wars with France. He had easily slipped into life aboard ship, quickly discovering the men who needed to feel their buttocks pried apart by his big cock, and enjoying the comradeship of his fellows as they boarded an enemy vessel or engaged on a sortie on land.

But this was something different. Sir James Ellis was a rich and powerful landowner. The entire estate of Comersby, and all who worked on it, were his to command. Yesterday Billy had ordered Sir James to get on his back in the stable and had held the man’s legs back to drive his cock into a tight but skilled mancunt. They had satisfied each other in a frenzy of need and lust and Billy had overridden his the deference  he had learned to show his social superiors in order to fuck the man roughly across his own saddle.

Their coupling the day before had been wild and hard and spontaneous. Billy had reveled in the act of pushing his master back into the hay and pulling up his legs to plunge deep into his willing ass.  But afterwards he had heard Sir James speaking to George Jones, the stableman, as he left the stable. He had heard Jones ask: “I hope you found the new man suitable for the job” and then Sir James’s laughing agreement.  Billy was a proud man, his courage and his sense of self-worth had been hardened by the battles he had fought in the wars against France. He could do any job he was put to as a royal marine, but suddenly he wasn’t so sure quite what his role was meant to be at Comersby Castle.

On his last deployment to HMS Audacious Billy had known his job. It had been to board enemy vessels under fire, and to drive his cock between the ready buttocks of the ship’s captain. Both had been pleasurable in their own way. He’d been at home in the heat of battle and in the pulsing channel of Captain Hardwick alike. He had done his best to adapt to his new job and had enjoyed attending to Sir James’s new young stallion, Neptune. The horse was impulsive and eager—his superb muscular form could not stand still for long—but he was also affectionate with his handler, blowing at him and nuzzling his pockets for a treat. Despite his inexperience with horses, Billy felt that he and Neptune would get along very well together.

Sir James Ellis was a different matter altogether. The man had a magnificent presence, there could be no doubt about that. His cunt had sucked in Billy’s cock like a vortex and the sight of him now was stirring that cock all over again. And yet Billy he held back. On board ship he had known where he stood--the fighting and the fucking and the mutual respect and mutual need the men had had for each other.  Those had made sense. But Sir James already had everything he needed. The Earl of Comersby presided over a grand house and an extensive estate, and, as Billy could not fail to notice, he also presided over many of the men who worked on that estate.

Billy wasn’t sure where this left him. And now the Earl was sauntering into the stable yard and looking admiringly at him as if he was one of Sir James’s prize horses and not the man who had fallen so easily on his back in the hay only the day before. Billy quickly pulled his shirt back on, and stood to attention.

None of this impinged on Sir James’ mind at all as he strolled round the stable yard as carefree as ever. He very much liked the way Billy’s shirt clung to his still-damp chest, accentuating his beautiful musculature. The sight of the man who had given him so much pleasure yesterday put Sir James in an excellent mood. He clapped his hand onto Billy’s shoulder and pulled him in towards himself.

“Come up the house, Billy Cate!  You and I need to continue where we left off,” he exclaimed, as if his words would make it happen.  He was a man who was used to being obeyed.

Sir James strode out of the yard with Billy following more hesitantly a couple of steps behind him. This was not right for him. He felt as if Sir James was treating him like a favorite dog.  Sir James scarcely noticed Billy’s reticence. By the time they got to the door of the house, framed by its magnificent architecture, his cock was swelling hard in his breeches. “Come on then,” he said eagerly as he saw Billy hanging back.

Billy had flushed red and found his voice. “No. Not like this,” he said. The door was an obstacle. The steps leading up to it, the grand Adam portico—he wasn’t ready to cross that threshold yet.

“Not like what?” Sir James was impatient. “Come in, man, I must have you!”

 “All this.” Billy gestured around himself. “This way in. I can’t … Don’t you think the servants’ entrance would be more suitable?” Billy remembered Sir James’s words to George Jones, the stableman, about how “suitable” Billy might be for his new position.

“The servant’s entrance? It’s the Earl of Comersby’s entrance you need to get through, and as quickly as possible!” Sir James laughed as if he’d made the most hilarious joke in the world. His laughter only fed Bill’s growing unease. He desperately wanted the man, but the Earl’s casual orders grated with him.

“Yes, sir. As you command.” Billy laid enough stress on the last word for the Earl’s ears, but James affected not to notice it.  Billy followed James up the steps and to his surprise, just as they reached the door, it seemed to open of its own accord to admit them. A footman stood on the other side, his face a blank. Billy flushed a deep red, even though the man seemed not to see him. Or perhaps it was because the servant was looking into the middle distance that Billy felt invisible and out of place in the vast spaces of the grand house.

Sir James swept him into a room with more furniture in it than Billy had seen in his entire life. Elegant chairs and sofas, great sweeps of silken drapes and a beautiful piano of burnished wood. Billy felt lost in the expanse of it all. “What room do you call this?” he asked gruffly.

“What? I don’t know what it’s called, it’s just a drawing room.” Sir James grabbed Billy’s crotch and squeezed. “This is what I’m interested in!”

But Billy pulled away from his grasp and stepped back. For a moment, aristocrat and stableboy stood glaring at each other, both unwilling to give ground. Billy was the first to move. He pulled off his shirt and locked Sir James into a fierce bear-hug, knocking the wind out him.

“This is who you hired to serve you,” he said angrily. Then he jammed James’s face into his armpit and clamped his hand round the back of his head to keep him there.

For a moment James resisted.  Then the overpowering scent of Billy’s maleness overwhelmed him. He fed off the heat of Billy’s anger. His head was full of the hot man-smell. He was intoxicated with lust. He licked eagerly to taste the fresh sweat and to feel his tongue rasping against the rough, damp hair of Billy’s body. He swam in the heady musk that was filling his every sense—sweet and salty and smelling of man and farmyard. He choked, trying take it all in, and maddened by his need for oxygen that fought against his need to draw Billy’s essence into him.  He felt light-headed and his legs didn’t seem quite to be holding him up.

Billy felt his own power rise to meet Sir James’s submission. He grabbed his social superior by the shoulders and spun him round.

“Brace yourself, sir,” he growled, and shoved James’s head down into the silk embroidered cushions of a chaise longue.  He fumbled for a moment with the delicate buttons at Sir James’s crotch that were barring his entry, and then just tore the breeches open at the back seam, shredding the expensive fabric.

For a split second Billy paused, his eye caught by the creamy whiteness of the buttocks and the strong thighs with their muscles taught beneath the hair. Then he wrenched his erect cock from his own breeches, spat onto it and jabbed the head at Sir James’s entrance.

“Open yourself. Let me into you!” Billy ordered, struggling to push into the hot, tight hole. The suddenness of the assault made James clench but Billy forced his cock past the sphincter as James cried out with the sharpness of the pain. James knew from yesterday’s fuck that Billy was big, but the tightness of his unprepared hole made the cock feel enormous, like a huge battering ram driving its way inside him. He cried out in pain, but Billy couldn’t stop now. He leaned across James’s body and dragged his shirt from his shoulders to expose his back, naked and flexing under the onslaught of the massive cock.

“Take it, you bitch!” Billy forgot where he was as he rammed his member home, breaking through the second gateway to achieve the greatest, most intimate depth possible between two men.

Billy saw the sweat springing on James’s shoulders. He heard muffled cries and moans through the gritted teeth of the man he was fucking. James’s passage gripped him so close after the suddenness of his entry, and he relished the act of forcing his walls to open to him. Billy was quickly into the fuck. He was consumed with lust, driving and driving, teaching the man to submit to his cock, fucking the Earl of Comersby back to their first coupling in the heat and smell of the stable.

As Billy demanded James’s submission, the brutal coupling was bringing them together and giving birth to a new closeness. The sweat from Billy’s exertions ran down his stomach and into the crease of Sir James’s buttocks, giving a little ease to the harsh fucking. In the roughness of the act of taking Sir James,  Billy yearned for the closeness of two men who desired only each other in the heat of sexual union. He knew with all his being that he needed to show James how to meet him there.  In the hot depths of Sir James’s ass, Billy Cate felt them coming together in the primal sense that only they could understand. Now he knew his role—why he was there. It was to bring this privileged, carefree man to him. To make him his own.

Billy knew what he was asking of his employer but he couldn’t stop. He spoke as he pistoned his cock: “Is this what you want, Your Lordship? You want a man to come from your stables and attend to you like this? Is that what you expect?” James’s passage was opening to him now but he didn’t relent. He brutalized the man’s hole, assaulting it with the full force of his anger. He pulled out almost his full length only in order to slam it back in, always reaching and reaching for Sir James’s innermost depths.

James was still struggling to take the huge, rock-hard cock. He could hear Billy muttering and growling words in which anger and desire tumbled over each other—“take it, you hot bitch … get that fucking cunt on my cock … come on man, open up to me ... open that hole … fucking get onto it, man … I know it’s what you want … what we need …”  

Billy drove into him with a fierce need to possess the core of his master—not the expensively dressed aristocrat, but the man who could respond to him with equal lust and need and craving for more. His mind and his cock were both focused on drawing that out of James and he thrust again and again, with a fierce joy as James’s cries of pain turned to moans as his passage opened to the invading cock.

As James’s sounds changed Billy attained his peak. He felt his balls drive a molten charge through his dick and he erupted in Sir James’s passage, shooting wave after wave of his hot seed deep into the man.

Finally, as the flood waned, Billy hung panting with exertion, over Sir James’s prone body.  As his breath returned, the expensive drawing room came back into focus.  The fine fabrics, the paintings of Sir James’s ancestors, the elegant piano.  A cold shudder ran through him. He was certain that had burnt his bridges. He, a stableboy, had demanded the submission of the Earl of Comersby and fucked the man remorselessly.

All he had left was his pride.  He pulled abruptly out of Sir James’s ass, draping strands of semen over the chaise longue. He picked up one of the silk brocade cushions, wiped his dick on it, and threw it back at Sir James as he lay prostrate across the chaise.

“You may consider that my resignation, Sir James,’ he said, and strode out of the room. In the hallway outside he dimly registered the footman gazing at him with awe and respect. He walked past the man, opened the door himself and left the house.

In the drawing room, the Earl of Comersby lay on his chaise longue, still face-down, without moving. His ass was on fire and his head was spinning. He could hear his own pulse beating loud in his ears. But he knew one thing: he wanted more. Even as Billy Cate had riven his entire body, he had wanted it, needed it. He knew that one command from him would have stopped the assault. Sir James had had a commission in the army in his twenties. Perhaps he could have taken on the marine, strength for strength. But the ferocious rhythms of the pounding still sang in his ears, and as he came to his senses, he felt the stirrings again in his own cock.  

He pulled himself up to sit upright on the chaise and tried to clear his head. The fucking had been overwhelming. He felt that Billy had taken everything from him. But as he regained some equilibrium, James realized that his stableboy had given him something too. Billy was not like the other men on his estate who would fuck him on command, or bend over for him if the fancy took him. Billy had driven something profound into the core of his being with that magnificent cock.

He picked up the cushion that bore the marks of Billy’s seed and pressed his face into it to breathe in the smell of him again. No servant had ever spoken to him like that before. It had been degrading—but there had been something else as well. Billy had spoken to him for what he was—a man who needed the sexual closeness of other men. Sir James admired his wife and he enjoyed their meetings, when they talked about politics and the well-being of their children. But now he realized there was something missing in his casual couplings with his farm workers. He needed a man to be with him, to be part of him. And he knew that man was Billy Cate.

At last Sir James stood up. His breeches were in a sorry state. He thought about changing them, but he wanted Billy to see him like this, his ass exposed and naked before the man who had taken it as his own. He feared that Billy would reject him. That the great social gulf between them would divide them. He couldn’t bear the thought of Billy leaving Comersby, in these hard times after the war, alone and with a job. But an even greater pang was the fear that this man—rough and hard and demanding—would leave him on his own.

 There was only one thing to be done. He left the house and walked back down the stable yard. George Jones was there as always and he nodded politely at his master, then tipped his head towards to the stable. Nothing that Sir James did ever seemed to surprize Jones, and James was grateful for it. He drew a deep breath and entered the stable.

The Earl of Comersby stood in the shadows for a long moment, watching Billy with Neptune. He marveled at the sight of the strong, rough marine, who only ten minutes before had reduced his ass to a throbbing mess, now quietly talking to the big stallion. Neptune had clearly fallen in love with Billy and was nuzzling his neck, blowing at him softly. James watched how the horse, with his huge slabs of powerful muscle, was so gentle and compliant with the stableboy. And he knew he wanted that for himself. Billy had tamed him. In the heat of the relentless fuck he had felt himself remade as Billy’s equal.

It was time. James walked up to Billy and stood before him, keeping his gaze level. Billy glared back at him, but said nothing, his eyes shrouded by his furrowed brows.

James drew another breath. “Billy, I’m here … that is, I want to say …” He was usually so eloquent. He had never been at a loss for words like this. He let his feelings flow out. “Billy, please come back with me. Just come up to the house.”

“The house? With your servants and your footmen?” The job you gave me is here with your horses.”

“Billy, please, that doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except …  I just want you …”

Billy interrupted him: “You just want me to fuck you, isn’t that is? I can fuck you just as well here, if that’s all you want.”

“No, Billy, I want you to come to my bedroom.” Sir James was pleading, trying to make Billy understand him, to make Billy accept him.

“Your bedroom? And what about Lady Isabella? What will she make of your bed—your body—smelling of a man—of a stableboy?”

“Isabella? She won’t care. She has her own room.” Sir James imagined that his independent wife was probably astride some lucky footman. “You are who I want in my bed. Who I want in … I need in my ….” As James ran out of words he stretched his arms out in longing to the stableboy.

And Billy’s heart melted as his cock stiffened. He stepped up to James and said, this time with no irony, “I’ll gladly take you anywhere you want, sir.” And he kissed him with a gentleness that took Sir James aback. He tentatively slid his tongue into Billy’s mouth and was rewarded by a deep, consuming kiss.

James wrapped his arm round Billy’s shoulders and they left the stable together. They walked side-by-side up to the house, but with difficulty, as neither could keep his hands off the other. Billy reveled in the sensation of James’s mouth biting and licking his neck. And in return, James felt the tantalizing pressure of a finger that was circling his hole and nudging its way inside him.

As they reached the house, James put his hand on Billy’s ass and ushered him in through the door ahead of him. The footman was still impassive, but this time Billy saw him incline his head a little in recognition and welcome. James laid his hand on Billy’s cheek and stroked his face. “Forget about all this, Billy it doesn’t matter. Come to my bedroom where we can be together. Please just come with me.” He took Billy’s hand in his own and led him up the ornate staircase.

Billy looked round him. The room was bigger than the entirety of any house he’d ever lived in. He couldn’t quite understand why a room you just slept in was so vast. He asked, “Is this … is this just for sleeping? What do you do here?”

But James clearly had more than sleeping on his mind. “We’ll discuss that later,” he said, and pulled Billy into him. For a moment they stood face to face and gazed into each other’s eyes, and then their mouths joined, sucking the breath out of each other and fighting with their tongues for control of the other’s mouth, feeding off each other as the energy grew between them.

Sir James reached down to massage Billy’s balls and was delighted to find them still full and tight. He unfastened Billy’s breeches—getting used to the knotted string that held up the course cotton garment—and gently pushed Billy back onto the bed. Then he put his mouth to the delicious balls, savouring each in turn like ripe fruit, exotic and fragranced with the most wonderful scent. Cradling them in one hand, James turned his attention to Billy’s shaft that now stood bolt upright. He tenderly rolled back the foreskin to uncover the glans, already jeweled with moisture, and slipped the tip of his tongue into the slit to savor it. It was now his turn to listen to the sound of enjoyment from his man.

James devoured Billy’s cock, sliding his mouth hungrily up and down him, happy now to be in control of Billy’s arousal. He found new a delight in exploring the pulsing veins and soft velvet skin. He teased the head until neither of them could wait any longer and he plunged his mouth back down, relishing the challenge of a cock in his throat. Billy lay back on the bed, moaning at the pure carnal pleasure of have his dick serviced by a man who knew what he was doing.

Time seemed to stop for Billy as Sir James expertly worked his member, taking his mouth away just at the right moment to keep Billy on the edge of need and desire. And James too was absorbed into the moment. The slower build-up of their coupling gave him a new appreciation of Billy’s body, the dense muscle of his chest and stomach, and patterning of light brown hair that covered it. The thick slab of his shoulders and chest that tapered beautifully to a narrow waist. The powerful thighs that framed the long, fat cock that was the object of his attention.

Experimentally, James knocked his fist against Billy’s abdominal muscles and felt them flex, hard and taught. It was an irresistible challenge to the marine. Billy grabbed both of Sir James’s wrists and forced them behind his back. He took a silken cord, discarded earlier from James’s expensive Indian robe, and with the skills he had learned on board ship he quickly immobilized his employer with a secure knot.

Sir James’s eyes were open wide as he trembled with excitement. He had never felt so helpless or so aroused. “Erm … Billy …” he managed to say, “perhaps you might reconsider your resignation?”

Billy surveyed the magnificent figure now standing bound in front of him, shivering with desire. He walked round behind Sir James and pushed his middle finger fully into him through the rip in his breeches. “Well, sir. As long as we understand that your arse is mine.”

An electric charge shot through Sir James. Billy’s finger had unerringly found the pleasure-spot in his passage. “Oh yes, Billy,” he said hurriedly, “I think we can most certainly agree on that.”

“Good.” Billy knew a bargain when he heard one and his confidence returned. He moved back to face Sir James and shook his head in mock disapproval. “Look at you, sir. I’ve seen less ragged breeches on men pressed into service.” He smacked James’s buttocks, tore off the remains of cloth and fastened his fist around the base of James’s cock. “I do like a man who’s well-hung, sir.” He waggled the hardening member of his employer. “I’ll see to this later.”

Sir James smiled and bowed slightly precariously with his hands bound behind him. “Mr Cate,” he said, “I would be very much obliged if you would do me the honor of fucking me.”

Billy looked at him suspiciously, refusing to be patronized. James caught the look and said, “For God’s sake, Billy, just shove that giant fucking man-meat into my arse—I can’t wait any longer.”

And Billy obliged. He was happily back to his practical, military self, issuing his instructions to Sir James: “That’s it, Sir, over the bed you go. Give me your arse. That’s right, keep it good and high.” He bent the aristocrat over, with one hand controlling him by his bound wrists and the fingers of the other stretching his eager hole.

“Right then, sir, get ready to take what’s coming.” Billy’s cock slid in easily and James moaned in pleasure as his passage—expanded to accommodate the huge girth of it. This time the fuck was just as hard, but slower, more deliberate. It was their third union, but it felt as if they were exploring each other’s bodies afresh.

Billy ground his cock into James’s passage, feeling out its depth and finding that spot that made James cry out with pleasure. Billy quickened his pace and James began to buck and grunt below him, the friction of Billy’s huge member giving him what he needed. And Billy was back right where he belonged, servicing the mancunt of his social superior, knowing exactly where he stood as he plowed the man’s passage. It was almost as it had been on the Audacious with Captain Hardwick, pushing the officer’s head down into the pillow to keep him quiet. But this time something was different. There was something else he needed from the Earl of Comersby.

Billly slowed his thrusts and bent over Sir James to kiss and bite his neck. He released James from his bondage and ordered him onto his back. Then, to his own surprise, Billy found himself leaning down over the prone body and kissing him just above his groin. He slowly slid his lips up the trail of hair to the man’s chest and until he felt his tongue graze a nipple. He bit it gently and heard new moans of a different kind of pleasure coming from deep in Sir James’s throat. He pulled up James legs and pushed them back to expose the beautiful landscape of his curved buttocks and his hairy hole, wet with sweat and already spasming with the need to be filled. He was filled with delight.

Suddenly it was James who was the aggressor. With his newly-free hands he reached up and forced Billy’s chest down on top of him so he could feel their chests flexing against each other, both of them now drenched with sweat. Their mouths found each other and were filled with the other’s tongue. Their nostrils flared with the overpowering smell of two men in heat for each other.

Now it was James’s turn again to issue the commands: “Give it to me hard, Billy. Don’t hold back. I want it all this time … I need you to … ah! ” He had no chance to finish as Billy responded with his full nine inches driven all the way into him. James felt Billy fucking him in depths no man had reached before. It wasn’t just his cock—though that was like an iron shaft mining his hole with a mechanical strength and force that penetrated to his core. It was that Billy was looking in his eyes and smiling, and now Billy’s hand was on James’s cock, stroking it in time to his own thrusts, wanting them to share all the possible pleasures of the act.

Billy felt his balls tighten and at the same time he saw Sir James’s toes curl and felt his cock pulse and he knew they were at the point of no return.

“Come on, sir, give me your cream, let me see it!” Billy shouted and they came together, Billy pumping his seed into Sir James’s ass and James shooting thick ribbons over the both of them. Billy laughed joyously as he felt James’s hands lock onto his buttocks, holding him in place to receive every drop of his seed.

And at last they were done. James, with infinite care, drew Billy down onto the bed to lie next to him. “This is where you belong now, Billy. Here with me.”

Billy smiled at him.  He loved Sir James’s certainty although he could see the challenges that lay ahead for them. For now, though, all that mattered was each other.  The tension was gone from his mind. They lay quiet for a long, wrapped in each others’ arms, drenched in each other’s sweat. Quietly they kissed and tasted each other, running their fingers softly over each other’s bodies in wonderment at the reality of it all.  And this time Sir James made no move to leave.