“As you all know, His Lordship’s hunt will last until at least four o’clock, which means there will be nobody upstairs. However, that does not mean we can just relax. I expect all of you to take care of the matters you usually do not have time for. And of course, it is necessary to prepare everything for the evening. His Lordship wants us to put our best foot forward with the dinner tonight. We must do our utmost to make his guests feel welcome here at Sterling Hall. Especially Lord Harrington. Off you go now, and if you have any questions, you will find me in my office.”
This was my cue to go back to my room upstairs, as the only thing I was expected to take care of was currently out hunting foxes. But as I was getting up from my chair, Mr Dawlish the Custodian met my eyes.
“Mr Finch, a word, if you please.”
“Of course, sir.”
As always, he looked slightly uncomfortable when speaking to me. He was usually a very self-assured, dominant man. In his late forties, he looked the part of somebody in a position of authority. His belly started showing some time ago, but one could still, even under all the layers of his uniform, tell that he had a well-muscled physique. It came as no surprise, for I knew that he made regular use of the Sterling Hall gymnasium.
However, when he was speaking to me, something appeared to have cracked his domineering aura. I could sense a mixture of irritation and… was it nervousness?
Mr Dawlish seemed to think that our master, Alaric Thorn, sixth Earl of Harrowdale and Lord of Sterling Hall, had no need for the services of a valet-de-corps like me. This attitude really surprised me. Custodians of great houses like this were usually very traditionally-minded men and those generally appreciated the role we played in preserving the honour of our masters.
You see, we release men, as people usually call us, make sure that the urges of our employers are taken care of, so that they don’t feel the need to act on them in any inappropriate way. It is generally considered absolutely taboo for a man to have relations with anybody but his lawful wife. Extramarital affairs are enough to ruin a great man and land him in prison.
And since masturbation is considered incredibly vulgar, a man of means would always prefer to hire a valet-de-corps, a personal servant that helps him take care of his urges discreetly and efficiently. I have been employed as His Lordship’s release man for the past two years. We met during the War, where Lord Thorn served as a commander and I was assigned to his battalion. There, I had to attend to over a hundred men, which was one of the most challenging tasks of my life. However, His Lordship was pleased with my services and when the war was over, he invited me to come with him to Sterling Hall.
Lord Thorn is one of the best masters I have ever served. Being the pinnacle of masculinity that he is, he requires my services very often, sometimes even multiple times a day. And I am more than willing to oblige, because, dear reader, I harbour a terrifying secret: I prefer men. It is something no valet-de-corps would admit to, as it is an offence one might be dismissed for without a reference, but I cannot help it. Feeling my master’s flesh harden in my hand and helping him to reach climax is one of the greatest joys of my life. Being allowed to touch his manhood is the greatest privilege I can think of. Something tells me this might have something to do with Mr Dawlish’s feelings about me, for I might not be the only one who feels this way about His Lordship.
“Mr Finch, I would like to remind you that His Lordship has requested your services this evening before dinner. He will see you in the Release Room after his bath.”
“Of course, sir.”
“It is also possible that one of his guests might require release tonight, and it is extremely important that you do your utmost to satisfy them.”
“I will do my best, Mr Dawlish.”
“Very well. You may go now.”
“Thank you, sir.”
I left the servant’s hall and climbed the stairs to the fourth floor where the servants’ rooms were. I was lucky; most servants shared their rooms with at least two other roommates, but I had a room all to myself. I spent the next few hours reading and then went to take a bath. I wanted to be fresh for my appointment.
I washed myself in the servants’ bathroom, put on fresh clothes and went to His Lordship’s wing of the House. It consisted of multiple rooms, with the Release Room used exclusively for my services. It was the smallest of His Lordship’s chambers, only a few square meters, and contained a sofa, an armchair and a divider behind which Lord Thorn changed out of his stained undergarments after his release.
When I got to the room, I knocked and my master told me to come in.
He was standing in the middle of the room. When he saw me, he gave me a slightly tired smile. He did look exhausted from the day’s exertions, but that only seemed to make him look more attractive. His Lordship is a tall, lean man. He likes to start his mornings by swimming in the lake on the grounds of Sterling Manor, which gives him a swimmer’s physique, with broad shoulders, a thin waist and well-defined pectoral muscles, which I could just notice under his half-unbuttoned shirt. He obviously put it on hastily to protect his modesty before he came to the room.
“Ah, Finch, just the man I need.”
“I take it the hunt was a success, my Lord?”
“Oh yes, yes it was. Had quite a few good shots, I suppose, but much more importantly — I finally convinced that rotten fool Harrington to extend Hanley’s tenancy. The poor devil has been through enough since the war, I wasn't about to let him lose the roof over his head.”
“No, my Lord.”
While he was speaking, I came closer to his Lordship and put my hands inside his breeches, only releasing the first two buttons. Everyone has different preferences, but his Lordship made it clear on my first day that he prefers his releases to be as discreet as possible. He liked me to just put my hand in his trousers, grab his flesh, and stroke it gently. He usually talked about his day during this procedure and would ejaculate into his undergarments.
Now, here I must admit to something utterly debaucherous — since it falls to me to see that His Lordship’s undergarments are taken care of, I like to sample the seed he releases into them. I find the taste exquisite. His semen is savoury, with slightly sour notes. It tastes as if somebody took the best wine in Mr Dawlish’s cellars and imbued it with the manly musk of an ancient warrior. I often cannot help myself and add my own ejaculate on the garment before I take it to the laundry.
My hand was greeted by His Lordship’s erection. His member is not huge, I would guess around 6 inches, but it is so girthy I often struggle to contain it in the grip of my hand. And while I do not get to see it as often as you might guess, I can report that it has multiple prominent veins and when erect, the foreskin recedes slightly to reveal a beautiful pink glans.
I continued stroking him while he was telling me about the hunt. He usually preferred me to take my time with it, but the dinner gong was due to be rung at any moment and I wanted him to have enough time to clean up and get dressed, so I rubbed more vigorously than usual.
“Finch, are you trying to break it?”
“Ah— of course not! So sorry sir.”
“That’s quite alright, my dear chap. But steady on, there is no need to hurry. I need some time to wind down, anyway.”
I slowed down and started stroking him more gently, with my hand sliding over his entire shaft.
“That’s it, just like that.”
He closed his eyes and a relaxed expression spread across his face. He was obviously enjoying the session now. I used the lubrication he started releasing and spread it all over his rod to ease my stroking. I slightly picked up the pace.
Lord Thorn started moaning softly. I could feel that despite what he said, this was not going to be a long session; he was too excited from today’s hunt.
I started rubbing the tip of his glans with my index and middle fingers. This was something that usually helped him get over the edge, and sure enough—
“Oh my god! Ahhhh…”
He started shooting into his undergarments, covering my hand in thick ropes of his semen. There was more of it than usual, I could feel my hand getting all covered in the thick, warm, sticky liquid.
Still breathing heavily, His Lordship grabbed my shoulder with his right hand to regain balance after his climax. Pearls of sweat formed on his forehead.
With one last pump, his manhood finished shooting and started getting slightly softer. I gently squeezed it to get the rest of the semen out and removed my hand. I grabbed a towel that was waiting for me on the armrest of the sofa and cleaned my hand, even though I had the strongest desire to lick it clean instead.
Lord Thorn went behind the divider to change out of his undergarments. He left them on the ground, put on a fresh pair and left the room with just a nod in my direction. I collected the undergarments and left as well. I had to get upstairs to take care of the excitement happening between my legs.
To get in touch with the author, send them an email.
