It was almost 10 o’clock and, convinced that nobody would call for me this late, I moved from the servant’s hall upstairs to my bedroom. Since I hadn’t yet sent them to the laundry room, I fully intended to examine His Lordship’s undergarments before I went to bed.
I locked myself in my room (this wasn’t strictly speaking allowed, but it was widely tolerated, since it was generally understood that even men who couldn’t afford their own release men had urges that needed to be handled), sat on my chair, put the undergarments on my face, carefully placing them so that I could smell and lick the spot, and started unbuttoning my pants. I took a deep breath and the smell of His Lordship’s seed filled my lungs. It was strong, slightly rancid, but deliciously masculine and made me instantly erect. I didn’t start fondling my manhood right away; rather, I started by gently playing with my testicles. I scratched them, pulled on them, held them in my hand and squeezed slightly while taking in another whiff of my prize. I licked the center of the wet spot and the familiar acidic taste sent shivers down my spine. I thought my member, which is by no means as impressive as His Lordship’s, but still quite respectable and crowned with a prominent glans, felt like it was about to burst. I couldn’t resist any longer. Just as I was about to start stroking it, I heard a knock on my door.
“Mr Finch, are you up?”
The Custodian tried to get in the room, but the lock wouldn’t let him. I quickly buttoned up my pants and got up.
“Just a second, Mr Dawlish!”
I unlocked the door and quickly opened it to find him standing in front of me, looking slightly suspicious. Those suspicions seemed to have been confirmed the second he looked at my crotch. However, he made no remark.
“Mr Finch, one of the guests requested your services. Lord Harrington is in the Blue bedroom. I do hope it is not too late for you to accommodate his request.”
“Of course not, Mr Dawlish. I will go there right away.”
“Please see that you do. He is one of His Lordship’s most valuable guests, he must be treated with the utmost respect.”
“Of course, sir.”
Dawlish gave me a quick look and turned to leave. Before he did that, I noticed his eyes darted around my room for just a second and I could swear he saw the undergarments lying next to my pulled out chair. As he left, I was slightly panicked, but he couldn’t have guessed these weren’t mine, could he?
Trying to suppress the thought, I made my way to the Blue bedroom. This was one of the largest guest bedrooms in the House, located all the way in the Eastern Wing. It took me at least five minutes to walk there. While walking down the stairs of the servants’ staircase, I did my best to improve my looks. I straightened my hair somewhat, tucked my shirt in more elegantly and tried to straighten my undergarments beneath my pants. They felt a bit sticky, as my manhood tends to leak quite a lot.
When I got to the room, I knocked on the polished oak door. A deep, rough voice answered.
“Enter.”
I opened the door and entered the room.
“My Lord.”
“Finch, is it?”
“At your service, sir.”
Lord Ambrose Harrington surveyed me with a shrewd gaze. He was a man of about 35, tall, athletic. He had a clean-shaven face whose features looked as if somebody carved them in marble, cold blue eyes and short-cut brown hair. He was wearing only his undergarments and I could see his well-toned body. His torso looked like a Roman statue, with every single one of his abdominal muscles proudly on display. I think I had never seen a man that looked so… perfect. Almost disturbingly so.
“I guess you will do.”
“Anything you need, sir.”
“Good. Get undressed and on all fours on the bed.”
“Sir?”
“I will not repeat myself. Do as I say.”
His voice was cold and uncaring. It was quite clear to me how he intended to use me, which was something I haven’t done since the war. His Lordship preferred to be relieved exclusively by hand. But Mr Dawlish insisted I do everything to please this guest, so I took off my clothes and got on the bed.
“Oh my, poor old Thorn couldn’t afford somebody with a more impressive rod?” said Harrington and painfully squeezed my manhood in his hand. “This is pathetic.”
“I’m sorry I’m not to your liking, sir.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Perhaps I should leave, then?”
“Perhaps you should be punished.”
“Sir—“
I wasn’t able to finish my sentence because at that moment, he spanked me. It wasn’t a playful hit on the cheek you might expect from a lover; he hit me with all the force his large hands and impressively muscled arms allowed him. I yelled in both pain and surprise.
“Keep it quiet or I shall gag you.”
I gave him a look of utter horror as he struck me again. And again. And again. He kept hitting me and I was not able to focus on anything else then the pain and the wild, dangerous look in his eyes as he was hitting my bottom. I started tearing up and did my best to hold my screams.
He kept hitting me with all the force at his disposal, but started alternating between the cheeks. Left, right, left, right… I was screaming with pain inside, but managed to contain my outward expression to muffled sobbing.
After what felt like hours of agony, but was probably just a few minutes, he stopped to admire his work.
“Good. That’s better.”
I tried to get from the bed, but I soon realised that my legs wouldn't listen. My whole body was shaking in pain. I just remained on the bed, grabbing the bedsheets with my hands and sobbing silently.
Harrington went to the bathroom and I could hear him rummaging in the medicine cabinet. Soon he returned with a tub of something, opened the lid and put a generous amount of what I realised was lubricant on his fingers. He came to me and started working it into my hole. I could feel his finger pressing in and despite the terrible situation, my hole wasn’t resisting. After a minute, he was able to work three fingers inside and he started sliding them in and out.
“Look at that, the little pervert wants it! You like men, Finch?”
“Y— yes, yes, I do, sir.”
“How disgusting. Oh well, I guess you are in for a treat, then.”
He got up and took off his undergarments.
I gulped. This was where his similarity with Greek statues ended. The thing between his legs couldn’t belong to a man. This must be an animal part somebody had sewn onto his chiseled body. It wasn’t yet fully erect, but was already twice the size of His Lordship’s manhood, at least. He was cut and his glans was angry red colour.
“Sir— sir, I don’t think this is going to work, sir. I’m afraid it is not going to fit in.”
He smirked. He was obviously enjoying my horror at seeing the size of his flesh.
“Oh don’t you worry about that. I’m sure it will feel just alright. To me, anyway.”
And then, he took his manhood with his right hand, positioned it at the entrance to my hole and pushed it in.
This wasn’t the first time I had a man inside me. But all my previous lovers took care to prepare me for what was to come. They started gently and let my hole get used to their size. But Lord Harrington shoved his monster inside me without any consideration.
I almost lost my breath from the pain this caused me. I let out a scream of horror and he grabbed my throat from behind.
“Now, what did I say about being loud?”
He started chocking and penetrating me at the same time. His rod was sliding in and out of me and I could hear his breathing getting heavier. It was obvious he was enjoying this. What surprised me was that, despite the pain and the humiliation of the situation, my own manhood started to fill with blood. I felt myself getting bigger and the friction of the bet sheets made me start leaking copiously. The pain of the penetration started to mix with a very erotic pleasure. He was a monster, but Harrington was a perfect specimen of a man. And this perfect specimen was deriving pleasure from my body. He was very obviously enjoying my hole.
I started moaning softly and he chocked me a little harder in reaction to this. The intensity of his thrusts was increasing and I knew he was close to climax. He started grunting and pushing harder and harder and then suddenly, he stopped pushing and choked me so hard I thought he would break my neck.
I could feel that hose of his pump copious amounts of semen inside me. It felt endless. Rope after rope of his manly seed. My member couldn’t handle it any longer and exploded on the bedsheets as well. My whole body filled with pleasure. It was the most—
“You spoiled my sheets you depraved monkey!”
The pleasure turned into total dread in a split second.
“Oh sir, I’m so sorry, sir, I will clean it up right away, sir!”
“See that you do! Lick it clean, now!”
I turned around and looked at him. He was sweaty, which made him look even more perfect, and his manhood was becoming flaccid, but it barely lost any size. It was dripping semen onto the floor. I moved to the wet spot I made and started licking it with my tongue.
“That’s right. And now, come clean this.”
He pointed to his member and I moved from the bed and got on my knees in front of him. I started licking the monstrosity. It tasted like my hole and his semen, which, if possible, tasted even more manly than His Lordship’s.
When he was satisfied, he told me to get up, get dressed and get away. He was done with me.
Harrington went to the bathroom. I found my clothes, put them on and left the room. I could feel his enormous load slowly dripping from my orifice.
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