Comersby Castle

This is a very long overdue continuation of the adventures of James, Earl of Comersby, and Billy, once his stableboy and now his lover (inspired by  premier Gay Demon author BillyC and his hot husband).  This chapter is in two parts and I'll post the continuation in a day or two. 

The next morning James and Billy left London.  They had gotten the information they needed, or at least they hoped that that information would lead them to Joseph. They had already rescued young Thomas from a male brothel. Now Thomas was safe and well back at Comersby, but they were still on their mission to rescue his lover.  Thomas and Joseph had fallen on hard times and had been brutally separated when Joseph was pressed into the British Navy.  But now the war with France was over.  Joseph’s last  recorded address was near the city of Bath, and James and Billy had decided to enlist the help of Sir Patrick Law, who was also in Bath for the season.

The coach ride from London was dusty and uncomfortable, but at last they rolled up to Patrick’s townhouse in Bath. Patrick welcomed his friends warmly, and his butler showed them into a bedroom where they could get some rest after the tiring journey.

“Take your time to rest, sirs,” the butler had said, with fractionally raised brows. It was clear what he meant. “I’ll send up some hot water for you in an hour.”

“Who needs water?” Billy said as the butler left. “I want to take you as you are.” He pulled off his coat and cursed as he struggled with the fancy buttons on his shirt.

James always enjoyed the way Billy got out of his clothes—Billy had never gotten used to the formal attire that James bought for him. And James loved to see Billy shed those clothes and return to his primal self—his strong, muscular body honed by his years in the Royal Marines and thickly pelted in dark fur. Billy’s big dick, heavy even when soft, flopped out as he pulled off his breeches and his weighty nuts bounced as he tripped and swore with his feet tangled up in the legs.

“Fuck these fancy clothes you make me wear, James!” Billy cursed.

“Come here and let me liberate you.” James pulled Billy down with him onto the bed and stripped the breeches off him to let his cock have its freedom. James circled the thick shaft with his hand to feel it grow hard. He loved this moment of expectation. At its first stirring the cock was an impressive hunk of meat and it grew quickly. James bent over and ran his tongue over Billy’s chest to the dense trail of hair that led down to the base of the cock. He laid his face there and slid his fist up and down the shaft. Then took his hand away to feel the hard dick bounce against his cheek.

The feral smell of Billy’s groin was intoxicating and James buried his face in it, slurping greedily at the fat balls and laughing as he struggled to fit them in his mouth.  James’ muffled laughter went straight to Billy’s dick.

“Oh, so you think my bollocks are too much for your mouth, your Lordship? Try this!”

Billy cupped  James’ chin and positioned the swollen mushroom head of his cock at  James’ mouth. James resisted for a moment, just long enough to flick his tongue over the engorged head and catch a string of precum. The Earl of Comersby was more used to having the men on his estate servicing him. But his fascination with Billy’s cock had grown over the months. Now he loved and needed it. He pushed up onto hands and knees for a better position to take it all. He savored the rich taste on his tongue, and held it there, catching Billy’s eye and taunting him with his tongue until Billy moaned for more.

Then James went to work, drawing Billy up to his fullest erection. He was proud of his workmanship. Billy’s meat presented a challenge that the Earl was not used to. He had had to work at taking the huge member in his mouth, learning to relax his throat and swallow at just the right time fully to admit the cock into him. But now he was rewarded by the feel of Billy’s wiry groin hair on his nose, and the hot musky smells that came from that most secret part of him.

James pulled up for air and to admire the thick, bouncing member. Billy tried ordering him back onto his dick, but James wanted to explore the dark territory beneath. He pushed up  James’ legs to lick his balls again and then traveled down his taint.

“Lay back, Billy, I want to taste you.”

Until he met Billy and employed him as his stableboy, James Ellis, 5th Earl of Comersby, had never put his tongue into another man’s ass. Now it seemed natural. He pulled Billy’s legs back and ran his tongue round the enticingly puckered hole. The coarse sensation of the hair and the slight give of Billy’s anus drove him further in, and he licked deep into the ass-crack. He worked his tongue past the tight ring and breathed in the pungent essence of his man and all the sweat and musk of the long journey. He alternated teasing the rim and thrusting his tongue as deep as he could, pulling Billy’ buttocks open to get as much of his man’s ass as possible, and loving the smell and the roughness of the hairy hole on his face.

Billy was not accustomed to having his ass eaten. It was a new and delicious sensation. On board ship in his days as a Marine there had not been much time for foreplay—just a good glob of spit and a cock well-lubed with pre-cum before the breach and entrance. Now his dick was already pointing at the ceiling when James reached up to stroke it. It was getting too much for Billy.

“Fuckitjames … imgonna .. .nggg …!”” He found himself unable to speak clearly.

“What was that?” James loved to have Billy in his power and he jerked Billy’s cock vigorously.

“You bastard!” Billy yelled as he pumped a fountain of thick cum into the air.  James’ face was there to catch it and he lay back, happily coated in viscous white cum.

Billy put an arm round him. “That should have been in your arse, your Lordship,” he said.

“Just you remember that I am a Lord,” James loved to play with him like this. “I say what goes in my arse, I'll have you know.”

“Oh yes? What about this then?” Billy’s prodigious cock was still hard, and he waggled it at James.

“Well, it would be a shame not to take advantage, I suppose.” James rolled over onto his back and drew his legs up, but Billy pushed his hands away and pulled  James’ legs wide apart

“Use your hands on your cock!” He was giving the orders now. James was spread and open for him. He was already moaning in anticipation as he stroked his cock. Billy shoved two fingers into his tight anus and opened them inside to stretch him out. James was ready and pushed his hole out to receive Billy's dick.

“Open me up. I’ve been sitting on this arse all day and it needs a good work out,” James said.

“Yes, you look all cramped up, like you need a proper stretch,” Billy said crudely as the big helmet plunged past  James’ ring. “I think I can loosen you up!”

As he fucked James he ran his hands up and down his legs. They were thick and toned from years of horse-riding. He leaned over James’ prone body, and let some spit fall on the Earl’s cock. The globed head shone with spit and precum. It looked perfect. 

Now it was Billy’s turn to ride James hard. He stoked  James’ ass with long hard strokes as James jerked his cock happily. Their eyes fastened on each other as they picked up the pace.  James’ head went back and he groaned at the fullness and power of the fucking.

“Look at me!” Billy commanded, and their eyes met as Billy shot his second load deep in  James’ ass, and James returned the favor with an explosive fountain that hit Billy right in the chest.

As they lay spent on the bed there was a discrete knock on the door, giving James enough time to pull a sheet over them.  A footman, who had clearly witnessed this scene many times before, came in with hot water and towels.  He bowed respectfully, but permitted himself an admiring glance at the bits of James and Billy the sheet had failed to cover. They ran washcloths over each other, trying not to arouse themselves again too much, and went downstairs.

As tea was brought to them in Sir Patrick’s elegant drawing room, the three men got down to the business of their mission. Lieutenant Cole at the Admiralty had tracked down Joseph for them through naval records. He was, it seemed, now in the employment of Sir Henry Addington, the Home Secretary. Cole had added that Sir Henry was spending part of the season in Bath and would be attending a private masquerade that night at the house of Sir John Wilmot.

“That gives us a starting point,” Patrick said, “Sir John sent me an invitation. I don’t like the man, so I wasn’t intending to go, but this changes things.”

“Will Mal be joining us?” James asked. Patrick’s lover was Malachi Josephs, the banker.

“He’s in Vienna again, negotiating something or other.” Patrick smiled ruefully. He was often apart from the man he loved. But then he entered into the spirit of the occasion.

“If we’re going to the ball, we’ll need to find you some costumes.”

The rule of the masquerade was that everyone must be masked before they entered, even though, as the evening wore on, most masks would be discarded. Many masqueraders also wore costumes, but although James tried to persuade Billy to come dressed as a Marine, he completely refused. It would be disrespectful to the corps, Billy said. He accepted a silk mask and a brocaded coat. James and Patrick were dressed in splendid Turkish floor-length coats that Malachi had brought back from Constantinople, and even the sceptical Billy had to admit they looked fine. He ran his hand over  James’ chest, which was bare under the rich coat. The deep colors of the fabric against his pale skin gave him a newly exotic look.

Patrick’s coachman took them to the masquerade, a little way outside the town. Billy had never seen anything like it. The ballroom was brightly-lit with smaller, darker rooms leading off it. James and Patrick were immediately caught up in a conversation about horses with a neighboring Lord, so Billy took a turn round the room on his own, marveling at the fabulous outfits—and at the lack of them—of the masqueraders.

He wondered at the license that rich people had to show themselves in public like this, but it excited him too. The masquerade turned social rules upside down. The men and women who attended together were rarely married to each other. Gay couples threw off the caution of their everyday lives and dressed in exotic and sumptuous costumes. Women dressed as Greek Goddesses wore gowns so loose they exposed their breasts. Some of the men were costumed as animals, naked to the waist with elaborate, bulging codpieces that advertised their intentions.

A handsome young male alto was singing the hits from Signor Rossini’s latest opera, The Barber of Seville. Between arias, he was clearly making assignations with the men who came to whisper in his ear. He looked across at Billy and winked. Billy felt his growing cock must be showing through the flimsy silk breeches Patrick had persuaded him to wear.

Suddenly the din of chatter fell silent for the entry of their host, Sir John Wilmot. Sir John was fat, ugly, and immensely rich. He was said to own the finest collection of classical pornography in England. James had, on more than one occasion, been invited to Sir John’s study with other, similarly-inclined men. Over brandy, they had passed round images of prodigiously endowed men performing with each other. Huge phalluses were poised at the entrance to well-shaped buttocks. Nubile young men contorted their bodies to receive the giant cocks. Sir John employed some carefully-selected young men who would move seamlessly from pouring the brandy to offering up their own asses to the assembled Lords. Or, just as often, a particularly big-dicked butler would satisfy the needs of some of Sir John’s guests. James wondered if Billy might enjoy such an evening.

Sir John made a spectacular entrance. He was costumed as Bacchus and borne on a chair supported by four sturdy footmen, who set the chair down on a dais. True to his character as a Roman god, Bacchus was throwing back goblets of wine supplied to him by four handsome pages dressed as satyrs, with goatskin breeches and little horns attached to ivy wreaths in their hair. Each boy was tied to Sir John’s chair by a scarlet silken ribbon attached to his wrist. They had been carefully chosen as a matching set, with dark eyes, curly hair and full, pouting lips.

The satyrs appeared already bored with their task, and were casting sidelong glances at the assembled company. One of them spotted Billy and nudged his companion. The two of them whispered conspiratorially between themselves for a moment. Sir John had one satyr seated on his lap an undergoing a thorough groping, while the other fetched wine. The remaining pair saw their chance. They deftly slipped off their ribbons and sidled over to Billy.

“’Ello Sir, we ain’t seen you here before.”

“I haven’t been here before.”

“No Sir, we could tell you was new. And we thought you might like a bit of fun with us.” The satyr looked pointedly at the obvious shape of Billy’s cock in his breeches.

Billy grinned. In his career as a marine he had always enjoyed an approach from a confident young sailor released into the all-male society of a ship.

“Well now,” he said to the satyrs, “And who might you be?”

“My name’s Comus and his is … what’s yer name?” Sir John like to give his attendants suitably classical names.

“I forgot,” the second satyr admitted.

Comus decided to simplify matters: “I’m Jack and he’s Bob. Them’s our real names.”

“Good enough for me. You can call me Billy.”

“Thanks Mr. Billy. Let’s take you somewhere a bit more quiet. All these Lords and whatnot here tonight, I can’t never recall who’s who.”

Billy had to agree. He didn’t like the thought of making conversation with the upper-class masqueraders. Billy liked to take people as he found them, and he felt uncomfortable with all the disguises. Pleased with his confidence in them, the satyrs quickly ushered him into a room off the main ballroom

 “Sit yourself down here, Mr Billy.” Billy found himself eased down into a low wing chair while the satyrs’ hands skilfully worked their way inside his fancy coat.

“Awful hot, ain’t it? Let’s loosen these things up a bit.”

The front of Billy’s shirt seemed magically to come unbuttoned and the satyrs were soon cooing appreciatively over his exposed chest. Their fingers continued to explore and soon they had deftly removed Billy’s coat.

“Don’t you worry, Sir, we’ll take care of you.”

 Billy felt lips nibbling on his nipple, and a small, sharp tongue flicking across it. He found himself relaxing into it. Fingers were now dancing round his groin. He was impressed at the speed at which they made light of the buttons on his formal breeches. It always took him so much longer to undress James. And now his breeches were sliding as if by magic down his thighs and a warm, wet sensation was circling his balls. A gentle nip of teeth sent shudders of pleasure between nipple and nut.

Billy couldn’t quite work out where the satyrs were. Their hands and mouths seemed to be everywhere at once. One minute they were each attending to a nipple and then one of them seemed to have disappeared under his chair. He felt something warm and wet close round one of his balls, swirling it round with the most delicious sensations.  He had to acknowledge that the tongue beneath him seemed to know instinctively the way he liked to have his taint licked … and now there was a tongue flicking against just the right spot on his cockhead. One mouth was eagerly licking and sucking on his balls while another tongue was running up and down his cock as it lay fat and heavy on his thigh. He felt a hand close round the base of his cock. There seemed to be an impossible number of hands at work. Cock, balls and nipples were all attended to in the most delicious way.

The satyrs were in their element. They were free from servicing the flabby, pampered bodies of Sir John and his friends, and they feasted on Billy. Fingers traces the corded muscles of his arms, palms rubbed the hair of his sculpted chest. One satyr breathed in the heady aroma of his groin while the other pushed his face deep into his armpit and they both moaned in appreciation of his man smells. Billy’s eyes shut as he gave way to their ministrations, only to open again as he heard someone else enter the room and cough discretely.

Sir James laughed at the look of startled guilt on Billy’s face. The satyrs reluctantly stood up and shuffled away from their playground.

James tried to look severe: “Now, boys. Hadn’t you better be getting back to Sir John?”

The satyrs were skeptical. “Naw, Sir, he won’t miss us. He’ll probably be snoring now, the old fool.”

“Watch your tongue!” James said. “You don’t want to lose your position with him.”

Jack (or it might have been Bob) objected: “Aw, come on, Sir! We won’t get any cock all night at this rate! Mr Billy here’s taken pity on us. And he’s got quite a cock on him!”

Billy crooked his head and grinned sheepishly at James. James felt obliged to agree that Billy did indeed have quite a cock on him.

The satyrs were sidling up to him. “We’re both clean, Sir John insists on that.” This was likely to be the case, James thought, Sir John might enjoy his liquor, but he was shrewd enough when sober, and paid his attendants a handsome retainer to stop them straying too far.

“I’m sure you are …” James was cut off by the sensation of one of the satyrs, who now appeared to be at his feet, twining his hands up  James’ leg. And now fingers were insinuating themselves over the waist of his breeches and diving further down …

“Come on, Sir, it’s just a bit of fun at the masquerade.”

James had to concede that. The masquerade was a space for everyone to indulge the needs and desires that society normally forbade. And he doubted that Sir John would be missing the pair of them. When he had left the ballroom the remaining two satyrs had been sitting on either side of his lap, sharing between their mouths the expensive wines as they kissed him. At this stage in the evening that was likely to be Sir John’s favorite activity.

The satyrs were now making their move on James. Their tactics were just as persuasive as they had been on Billy.

“Oh Sir, we were just getting to know Mr Billy here. You wouldn’t deny us a go on a nice big cock like that!” Jack daringly reached out to palm the front of  James’ breeches. He cooed delightedly at the feel of hardness.

Bob had recognized James, whose celebrity among the local young men was considerable.

“Come on, Sir James,” he pleaded, “We’ve heard all about what you’ve got in there. Give us a look at least!” He ran his tongue provocatively over his plump red lips.

“We’ll make it worth your while, Sir. We know how to pleasure a man.” Bob inched his satyr breeches down his thighs and wiggled a plump, white ass in James’ direction. Beneath the hairy costume his ass was smooth, but as he reached round and pushed some fingers into his hole, James noted with approval that his cunt retained its natural fur.

James had to smile at the boy’s eagerness. A handsome and experienced pair of boys like this would normally be expecting him to make it worth their while financially. But they had slipped their economic leashes at the scent of two fine, fat cocks.

The satyrs grew bolder. The pair of them sensed victory, and in no time they had removed  James’ Turkish coat to leave him bare-chested, and were busily attending to the buttons of his breeches.

James glanced across at Billy and shrugged helplessly. Billy grinned back at him and took control. He swatted the satyrs’ hands away from James’ crotch.

“I’ll take care of his Lordship.” Billy squeezed James’ ripening cock in a gesture of ownership. “You two show us what you have to please us with.”

Jack and Bob immediately lost their hairy breeches completely and scurried over to an ottoman where, in perfect synchronicity, they bent over, reached back and pulled open their buttocks to reveal their furry, twitching holes. Their lean thighs accentuated their full, rounded asses. Sir John had obviously selected them carefully.

“Well now, boys,” James said, “those are fine arses, to be sure. But do you think they can accommodate the tree-trunk that Mr Billy here has about his person?  You’d  better be sure to get every inch of it up you!”

Enthusiastic yelps came from the boys. It was quite clear what they wanted up their eager holes.

James looked across at Billy: “Which one do you want?”

Billy shrugged. He couldn’t tell the difference between the two wriggling asses. “The nearest?”

James laughed. The boys—ever professional—had left a small jar of grease on the chaise, but both men were dripping pre-cum and had no need of it. They stepped forward together, lined up their dicks, and almost in the same stroke pushed into the two willing cunts.

The boys were skilled young whores who enjoyed the play. Spoiled by their indulgent master, they were used to seeking out cock when Sir John was away on business or too drunk to perform. Their enjoyment of two huge cocks was plain to see. They squealed excitedly as they were spread open by the force of James’ and Billy’s thrusting.

“Ooh, yes, Mr Billy! Give me that big cock!”

“Work my arse, your Lordship! Give it to me hard!”

Billy only ever topped James and it was exciting for him to see how his partner plowed another man’s ass. He reached over and down to feel James’ bulging, swaying balls. He hefted their weight in his hand and then flattened his palm to let them swing and slap against it.

“Sir James is cocked and loaded,” he informed the recipient of James’ dick. “Please him, and you’ll get your reward.”

The little bitch didn’t need telling twice. He seemed to have control of muscles deep in his rectum and they contracted on James’ cock with consummate skill.  James leaned into his task and fucked the boy hard. The practiced cunt felt wonderful—for all the satyr’s experience, he was still tight and he knew how to work a dick.  James pumped him energetically, enjoying the feel of topping again. He pulled back to watch his own cock slide easily back into the boy, then picked up speed, thrusting deep and hard and slapping the boy’s ass.  The satyr pushed back to get the all the dick, and James felt his balls churn.

“You want my seed, boy?”

The boy made gurgling noises that James took to mean “yes” and he spasmed into the boy’s  channel. He gripped the satyr’s hips as his pelvis slammed up against his ass to plant every drop of cum deep into the eager cunt.  At last he pulled his cock out, accompanied by a hot, sticky flow that leaked out of the hole.

Billy heard his lover’s shouted climax, and looked round to see the swollen, messy hole of the bottom boy.  He was filled with admiration and desire for James. He reached an arm round his shoulders and pulled him over for a kiss. As Billy’s cock slipped out of  his own boy,  James’ hand encircled it and he stroked the massive engine as they sank into a deep kiss. The were both deeply aroused. Their tongues fought for dominance and James broke off to nuzzle and bite Billy’s neck.  

As he looked up, James glimpsed that the satyrs were now busily fucking each other.

“Those little sluts are insatiable,” he remarked.

 Billy, who was used to being in charge, walked over and slapped the topmost ass.

“Did we give you permission for that?”

The top satyr, who Billy dimly remembered was Jack, shot a sly look at Billy over his shoulder.

“There’s room for you too, Sir. Why don’t you come on in?”

It took Billy a moment to realize what he meant. Aboard ship there had always been a strict hierarchy. All the young midshipmen had been eager for his attentions, but they had organized themselves into line. Whoever performed his ship-board duties best would be first to receive that long, thick engine and the others would respectfully wait their turn.

Jack the satyr was eager to help. “Slide your cock in, Mr Billy, and I’ll do the rest.” He grabbed his friend’s thigh to pull his legs wider and invite access. Billy took a step forward and Jack daringly grasped his cock. A grin spread across his face as his fingers barely spanned its girth. Billy allowed him to position the head at Bob’s entrance, already occupied by Jack’s slimmer dick.

“Put it in, Sir, you’ll love it!”  the satyr encouraged. Billy leaned forward and was surprised at how pliable the cunt was with a dick already in it. He pressed hard and as his bulbous head slipped in, the added tension massaging his cock delightfully. The bottom satyr moaned as the new, bigger cock stretched him. Then Jack (or whichever it was) said, “Hold that fat dick still, Sir, and let me pleasure you.” He worked up some momentum with his own cock and frotted Billy’s with it.

The sensation was delicious. The bottom boy’s passage was warm and tight and already gripped Billy's meat, but the additional friction sent deep shudders of pleasure through him as the smaller cock slid across his bulging member. Between them, the satyrs were milking his dick in all sorts of ways. His muscles clenched in the effort to remain still and he felt  James’ admiring hand grobe his taught buttocks and  James’ breath on his neck as the Earl lent over him to watch the two cocks stretch out the gaping cunt.

“Hold it there, Mr Billy!” Jack picked up the pace, but Billy wasn’t the man to stay passive. His own cock demanded action and Jack respectfully withdrew to allow the magnificent shaft to perform. Billy was quickly into his stride and Bob struggled to keep standing under the onslaught. His legs were spread wide and shaking, but he stood up to the treatment he was getting and moaning with excited pleasure. It had been a while since he had taken anything as big in his ass.

Sir James sat back on a chair and stroked his cock admiringly in time to Billy’s strokes. The sight of the boy’s ass swallowing two dicks awed him, particularly as one of them was Billy’s monster. It seemed scarcely possible.

 Jack, relieved of his topping duties, was circling, and James clicked his fingers to summon him over. The boy crouched obediently between his knees and got his mouth to work on his cock and balls, cradling James’ sac in his hands as he sucked greedily on his shaft. James was excited by the sensation and by the view of Billy at work on the other satyr alike.

The sight of Billy performing always aroused James more than he could explain. It was like the pleasure he felt in buying a magnificent stallion, but multiplied a thousand times by the knowledge that this magnificent beast was his man. A natural animal who could never be tamed by  the Earl of Comersby’s  riches and social status. His cock throbbed a warning and he had to look away to stop himself from coming on the spot. He tried to concentrate on the boy working his own cock.  

The bitch was ridiculously skilled. James was used to the enthusiastic but sloppy attentions, with plenty of gagging, of the young men on his estate. The satyr was something else. He kept his hands respectful behind his back to focus solely on cocksucking. He seemed not to need air as he buried his face in James’ pubic hair and massaged his cockhead with his throat. He pulled back with his full, red lips wrapped round the shaft for perfect suction and barely drew breath before plunging his throat back onto the mushroom head of James’ long dick.

A sudden thrust of James’ hips took the boy by surprise and he choked pleasingly. The sound attracted Billy’s attention and he called over: “Take his Lordship all the way down, you little slut. You’re lucky to have a cock like that to play with!”

The satyr eagerly complied. His bored existence at the end of a ribbon was clearly giving way to the need to feel a big cock stretching him to his limits. He struggled with the last inch of  James’ cock as it was lodged in his throat as he choked but swallowed it in the end. James allowed him up for air and the boy cast an awed glanced up him.

“Thank you, Sir,” he gasped.

James was used to being in charge. He pulled the boy’s head back by his hair and ordered him to use his tongue on his balls. But the lad couldn’t keep away from a cock for long, and he was eager for another load.  His lips formed an airtight seal as he felt a deep shudder start in James’ loins, and he proudly swallowed every drop of the delicious fluid.

Billy was ready too. He gave Bob a few more strokes then ordered him to his knees and coated his face with a thick load. The boy ran a finger round his mouth and sucked it in, looking up whorishly at Billy. But they were done for now.

“Here, you little sluts!” James found his discarded clothes and slipped a generous sum into each of the boys’ hands.

Their eyes lit up. “Thanks Sir! We’d have done you for free, you know!”

“I know. Now be off with you before I inform your master.”

 Jack and Bob dressed hurriedly and scuttled off to resume their position with Sir John leaving James and Billy leaning against each other on the ottoman in need of a respite. The room stank of sweat and cum.  They had needed the fun to take their minds off the pressure of the last few days.  More was to come, but now they could concentrate on each other.