A Walk in the Park
The ‘Park’ is beautiful. Though it appears entirely natural, it is, in fact, fully landscaped. Grant was entranced.
“I’ve absolutely got to paint this landscape, and the house …” Hugging me, he laughed, “And you … and all these beautiful men!”
“Hands off the men, you lecher!” Returning the hug, I kissed him. “Shall we find the grotto Gus mentioned? It sounds like just the place to have a sit down and just take in the fact that this is our home in future …” Slipping my arm round his waist, I hugged him. “And you’ll be able to paint all you want here, my darling.”
“Glad I packed my sketch block,” he retorted as, hand in hand, we followed the manicured path toward the folly in the distance.
Unlike the one that hid the entrance from the garage, this one resembled the stage of an ancient amphitheatre, flanked by curved colonnades. Approaching it we found ourselves confronted by paired bronze statues in the colonnaded spaces all showing various lovemaking postures. Behind them bas reliefs depicted naked men engaged in all manner of physical games and pursuits. The ‘stage’ proved to be a raised area, with an ornate bench at its centre arranged to allow an uninterrupted view of the sweep of the park toward the house. Behind the ‘seat’ steps descended to a door and beyond this steps led upward into a semi-circular chamber that can only be described as a fetish dungeon. A series of doors were interspersed with alcoves, each alcove housing an item of bondage equipment, ranging from a simple set of stocks, through a whipping bench up to a bondage throne.
“I love this,” whispered Grant, studying a padded ‘table’ set at a forty-five degree angle. Examining the heavy restraint straps fixed to it, he grinned. “Promise me you’ll bring me here and put me on this then enjoy me?”
“If you wish, my love.” Slipping my arms round him from behind, I pulled him close, my bulging codpiece pressed into his beautifully displayed rubber sheathed butt, the through zip pulled tight into his crack. Nibbling his neck I slipped one hand down to grip his soft codpiece, I whispered, “But right now, I’ll settle for a taste of this gorgeous part I can feel trying to escape.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he murmured, pressing himself against me as he tilted his head and turned his face to kiss my cheek. “I asked Ivar to fill me with lube … just for you.”
Turning him I pressed him against the sloped rest, my hands removing his codpiece and releasing his beautifully formed member even as our mouths met in a prolonged kiss.
“You think of everything, my love,” I whispered, breaking the kiss.
Dropping to one knee, I applied my mouth to his erection, gently savouring the beautiful ‘head’ then explored his shaft with my mouth before going lower and sucking his scrotum and both the fruitful orbs it contained into my mouth. It registered as I did so, that he no longer had any pubic hair, but I pushed this to the back of my mind and set to work enjoying every moan, whimper and grunt my attention to his genitals extracted from him.
Working his shaft, and the beautifully formed ‘head’ carefully, I tried to keep him on the edge, until I sensed he was almost unable to control his release any longer, then took him as deeply into my throat as I could and sucked his explosive cum until he was begging me to stop. Then I moved quickly to stand, turned him as I opened his through zip, snatched my codpiece free and impaled his eager opening on my cock. So aroused myself by this time, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Ivar had certainly filled Grant with lube.
My erection slid deep with little resistance, then Grant clenched his buttocks, reached behind me to grip my butt and hold me firmly inside him. Turning his head, he smiled.
“Yes, my Master. My lord, my lover, my Guillaume … I give myself to be your catamite, your lover, your wife … Fuck my pussy. It is yours to use, to enjoy whenever and wherever you wish …” Flexing his butt muscles. “I give myself as Cadow did …”
He used his muscles in a way only he knew, and I emptied my cum into him with love.
Hand in hand we emerged from the dungeon room into the sunlight still in the full flush of our sexual release and seated ourselves on the loveseat.
“You know, beloved,” Grant sighed. “Every time we make love is just like the first time, only better.”
“Better?”
“Yes.” He stared at the vista before us for a long moment, then sighed. “I can’t explain it. Perhaps it’s knowing that we can make love any time. Or that I don’t have to hide my feelings or my desires, but I think it’s because, somehow, last night and yesterday in the tower … Something changed for both of us I think.”
The sun was drifting toward to horizon when we made our way back toward the house, hand in hand. As we approached the entrance to the old part of the house, a thought occurred to me.
“Did Pierre show you the crypt?”
“Yes, he did.” Grant chuckled. “And I thanked Cadow.” Licking his lips, he grinned. “I didn’t now an effigy could ejaculate …”
“Comes as a bit of a surprise, doesn't it?”
We both laughed as we climbed the stairs to our apartment suite.
Checking the set of my latex evening dress, Cedric stepped back, smiling. He took immense pride in ensuring that my rubber outfits were absolutely perfectly fitted, polished to a high gloss and adjusted. Fitting the chastity belt that formed part of the Fontlebois Evening Dress had, as usual, required a little 'special' attention, and he really was good at fellatio.
“Perfect, sir. You have the figure for it and wear it well.” Eying the elaborate chastity belt I was wearing, he said, “You wear a chastity belt very naturally, sir.”
“Thanks.” I laughed. “I enjoy this. Used to be my little ‘guilty pleasure’ growing up, so it’s a real buzz to be able to do it openly. Especially custom made units like this!”
“His lordship shares that view, sir.” He smiled. “Several of us do, and his lordship felt it should be part of our formal attire — especially when we have visitors.”
“That sounds like a very good rule.” Laughing, I glanced at my image in the mirror. The chastity shield was elaborate, prominent and surprisingly comfortable. “It certainly sends a message.”
“It does, sir, and it looks fabulous on you,” Cedric replied as he followed me into the bedchamber dominated by the huge bed.
“He’s right,” Grant said as he emerged from his dressing room looking stunning himself, with a grinning Ivar behind him. His chastity belt was, like mine, elaborate, and decorative, and somehow emphasised the attraction of his genitals. “Do I look alright? Never worn anything this formal before. Ivar says it looks okay, but …”
Glancing at Ivar I noted that he was now dressed the same as Cedric, both of them in what appeared to be skintight body suits with attached hoods, the ‘uniform’ of the valets. Ivar's grin suggested that, like Cedric, he was savouring a good feast of cum.
“Better than ‘okay’, my love. Stunning.” Taking his hand I kissed it. “To the manor born.”
“Dressed up like this, I feel it.” His smile became a little wistful. “You’ll have to teach me to act like it.”
“I doubt it, love.” Laughing I put my arm round his waist as we walked along the corridor. “You’ll pick it up — and Ivar and Cedric will fill in any gaps.”
