The Fontlebois Experience
Our time for the next couple of days was split between my time getting familiar with the estate management, walking in the park and finding new and fun ways to make love. The routine at Fontlebois was quite archaic in a way. Our day began with a swim, then we ‘dressed’ in tight latex leggings, a formal cotton shirt and cravat — silk — with top boots and a tailored jacket lined with fabric. After lunch we changed again, shedding the boots and leggings for stockings, shoes breeches, with a rubber or cotton shirt and a ‘hunting’ jacket. Following tea or coffee at five, we changed again for dinner, now donning formal black leggings, frilled shirt, black tie and black jacket with mustard lapels, a regime we found a bit trying at first, but soon adjusted to it and began to enjoy it.
It certainly gave us plenty of opportunity for enjoying our relationship as we explored, and learned to accept our, hopefully distant, future.
Our exploration of the gardens and the park gave us the opportunity to meet and talk to many of the other inhabitants of Fontlebois Manor. Almost without exception, they wore rubber outfits that, anywhere else, would have got them instantly arrested for indecency, and revelled in being able to do so. The gardeners tended to wear wader-type dungarees with nothing beneath them, the cooks wore outfits that were suggestive, yet protective of both hygiene and their safety. The cleaners tended to wear minimal outfits of harnesses, gloves and wacky footwear and fun hoods and masks, and then there were the lads who preferred to dress as slaves and learn from one of the senior members of the staff.
We often encountered couples taking a well earned break and the opportunity for a little intimacy. There was never any embarrassment in this, usually a cheerful invitation to join the fun. I raised this with Cedric.
“Oh yes, sir.” He grinned. “Everyone who lives here soon loses their inhibitions. In fact our libidos increase quite a bit. No one ever says no to some sex, the wilder the better.” He laughed. “At least once a week the staff have a bondage orgy. We draw lots to be the Tops or the Bottoms … Enormous fun.”
“Sounds like it.” I paused. “Does his lordship …?”
“Yes, sir, he and Mr Pierre do sometimes, and make it a fundraiser for various Gay charities. His lordship insists on being in a full bondage suit for it and on being at everyone’s mercy for anything and everything.”
“I see.” Thinking about it, I asked, “When’s the next one?”
“On Thursday night, sir.”
“Good. Then better make sure there’s a very restrictive bondage suit fitted to me and that I’m properly prepared to be available to the staff for whatever they want to enjoy with me … Let me know which charities they want me to donate to.” Smiling as he finished polishing my morning outfit and stood, I put my hands on his waist, and held him. “And tonight, Cedric, Grant and I would like you and Ivar to share our bed.” Kissing him gently on the lips, I said, “I think the libido thing is affecting us as well.”
“It will be our pleasure, sir.” His codpiece looked strained.
“Looks like I’ve a little task first though,” I said gently. “May I have the pleasure?”
“Of course, sir. It’s yours for the asking at any time.” He chuckled quietly. “I’m from a long line of Pages and Squires, sir. My role is very rewarding and very, very enjoyable …”
“Then sit, Cedric, and let me enjoy that lovely erection …”
He seated himself, and I knelt and removed his codpiece, then set to work to enjoy his rigid member and his generous balls. It took a few minutes to get him to the point of ejaculation, and I denied him, letting him down again, before once more working him up and then enjoying the generous discharge of his delicious cum.
“Thank you, sir,” he whispered, his hands holding my head as I raised it. He stopped me as I made to replace his codpiece. “No, sir. Not that, today.” He smiled. “Lock me into a chastity belt, please. I’ll put Ivar into one as well. If we are to share your bed tonight, we must be fully primed for it, and completely at your and Mr Grant’s control.”
If you insist,” I replied, watching as he retrieved a heavy cock cage attached to a steel girdle brief. “You want to wear that?”
“Yes, sir.” He grinned. “It will tell everyone that tonight we will be being enjoyed by the Heir and his Partner.”
I laughed. “Very well.” Fitting the thing actually proved quite easy, and it certainly looked impressive, displaying his large penis perfectly in it’s cage. “Make sure you have the bondage suit I asked for ready on Thursday — and make sure the footmen and gardeners know I expect to get plenty of their cum pumped into me!”
We emerged from the dressing room to find Grant waiting, and Ivar’s grin suggested he knew what Cedric’s cage meant.
“I’ve told Cedric he and Ivar are spending the night in our bed,” I told Grant as we kissed accepting his tongue and tasting cum on it.
“Good,” he grinned, taking my hand. “A foursome is just what I need.”
“Then it’s settled.” Pushing my strained codpiece against his, I added, “And on Thursday night we’re attending the Staff Orgy … as Bottom Subs.”
“Damn, you think of everything!” Grant laughed. “I love this place, and I love my inventive and sexy lover … and I love the benefit of having a valet as … delicious as Ivar.”
“Mmm, and Cedric …” I stopped as our valets returned, Ivar now also sporting a shiny steel girdle brief and cock and ball cage. Accepting the keys from Cedric I gave them to Grant. “And tonight they’re ours.”
At lunchtime our valets greeted us in their steel cages and girdles. Changing into our normal afternoon outfits would have been tricky, since we were both so aroused we had to take time out to allow our valets to apply their expert mouths to the task of getting our erections flexible enough to fit into our codpieces.
“I’ve taken the liberty of fitting you with a steel codpiece, sir,” Cedric smiled as he looked up at me. “It’s marvellously controlling and doesn’t show a wearer’s arousal. I can commend it for the city as well, sir. I find it most useful in public.”
“What did I do without you,” I joked. He was right, the codpiece was incredibly comfortable and easily controlled my large penis. Pausing, I waited until he stood. “Do you and Ivar often go out when in town?”
I knew they had days and evenings off when we were in the city, usually at a weekend.
“Oh yes, sir.” His smile showed mischief. “We find plenty to amuse us — especially in the club scene, and our rooms at your town residence are perfect for our needs.” Satisfied my outfit was to his satisfaction, he stepped back. “But we wouldn’t wish to leave Fontlebois for any reason. We’re true descendants of the place.”
“Descendants of Fontlebois? Also related to Guilleaume de Fontlebeau?”
“No, sir. Most of us are descendants of his retainers — at least those of us who are valets, Mr Meredith, the Housekeeper and the Estate Guards — oh, and the Park keeper. The others are … people who needed a place of safety. A place to heal, to find themselves or leave an unhappy situation.” Patting his steel encased butt he laughed. “We accept our being under the curse just as you do, sir. My ancestor was Cadow’s Squire, and Ivar’s was the son of Lord Guillaume’s. We couldn’t ask for a better life. We both grew up in Gruntt, but knew we were destined to serve at Fontlebois from the start.” Positively radiating pride, he met my eyes. “It’s an honour and a privilege to be your valet, sir, and I look forward to your pleasure tonight.”
“I think tonight we must cement the relationship with Cedric and Ivar we started in Cadow’s Tower.” I told Grant as we strolled up the slope to the Grotto entrance. “And the orgy on Thursday is something I want to submit to — call it a way of getting to know the people here …”
“I agree and I like the sound of it.” Hugging my waist, he kissed my cheek and nipped my ear with his teeth. “Pierre told me about it, and I agree, it reminds everyone, especially us, that we’re all in it together.” Planting another kiss, he teased, “I’m going to go full bottom sub as well.” Reaching the paved semi-circle, he asked, “When do we go back to the city? I have to get back for classes next week.” Laughing, he added, “My lover and husband is going to find his wife quite willing for his pleasure and totally his … Damn, it’s going to be hard to leave this, and to have to focus on my studies …”
“We have to go back to the city on Sunday, my love. Much as I don’t want to!” Sitting on the love seat at the grotto entrance, side by side, I leaned across and kissed him. “But we can move here more permanently as soon as you graduate if you like?”
“I’d love that.” Tightening his arm on my shoulders, he smiled. “You know, I was almost ready to give up on my course. Couldn’t cope with the work, and the job at the club, and , you know … then you happened to me. I was terrified by what I felt every time I saw you. The attraction was so strong, and we were so near and yet so far apart … I wanted you so much, it … I couldn’t concentrate on my work or my classes …” He swallowed, and paused. “Then you persuaded me to … and sold my pictures for far more than I …” He grinned. “I just couldn’t control myself any longer … That first time …” He kissed me. “You were wonderful. So gentle, so tender, so careful … It was magical.”
“You were just so beautiful yourself, my love.” Kissing him, I held him tight. “Magical is a good description.” Pausing I stared at the view before us. “Grant, my love, will you do me a favour?”
“Anything, my darling.”
“Then let’s go into the grotto.” Preparing to stand, I squeezed his hand. “Then I want you to put me in that sling in the end cell and fuck me the way you like me to fuck you …”
“The sling?” He grinned. “Your wish is my command, my love.” Standing, he took my hand and I stood beside him. “Shall we do it now, before our minders come to remind us that we must change for dinner?”
“Now, minx.” Kissing his cheek I managed to nibble his ear. “I need a good dose of you, my love. Put me in the sling and have your way with me.” Laughing, I teased, “Make sure you give my pussy a good workout, because tonight I’ll want more of you!”
It didn’t take him long to get me onto the sling and to fix my wrists to the floor beneath me, and my ankles to the ceiling above us. Then, teasingly he removed the solid codpiece and opened the through zip to expose my opening. From the toy chest behind me, he retrieved several items, among them a blindfold which refitted to my eyes.
“And now, my Lord Guillaume, you are at my mercy, and I plan to enjoy this moment.” Pausing I sensed his moving to where my opening was on full view. “First, I will plug you with this most interesting plug. Let me describe it for you. It is a little over eight inches, the body is thicker than your beautiful cock, and the surface is decorated with raised studs.” He chuckled. “It is filled with a curious gel compound, and tube runs through it to allow the insertion of a person’s erection …”
I tensed, expecting him to insert it, but instead, he laid something else on my stomach.
“First, I am going to fit this most entertaining device to your gorgeous organ and this fiendish little device that will, I hope, prevent your ejaculating until I allow it.” His chuckle was pure evil. “First this lovely steel cap over that beautiful glans. The gel inside it will keep you hard, but desensitised — Pierre showed me how effective it is.” His lips touched my taut glans, framing the opening. “I hope I’ve not put too much in.”
“Wha …?” I bit my lip as the head of my cock was engulfed by the formed steel and the gel oozed down my shaft. “Oh. Shit …” My cock both hardened and lost all feeling. “I can’t feel …”
“No, you can’t.” He chuckled. “You noticed last night, that I took a long time cumming? That’s because Pierre had made sure I’d got a large dose of this …” He busied himself securing straps and buckles around my shaft and then fastened a broad clamp round the neck of my scrotum. “And because you have absolutely no sensation in your member, my love, you won’t be able to ejaculate for several hours.”
His kiss on my mouth, was warm and loving.
“You did say you wanted this the way I like you fucking me …”
“Touche´,” I replied, grinning. “I asked for it.” Laughing, I continued, “ And it’ll be good practice for Thursday!” I stiffened as he applied lube to my opening. “How big’s that thing again …”
“Big enough.” He laughed. “Here you go …”
“Umph,” I gasped as the strange dildo entered my opening. “Ye … gods …” I gulped. “You said it’s a ‘sleeve’?”
“It is, and I plan to fill it …” Grant leaned forwards and kissed me tenderly on the lips. “Have I told you how much I love you this afternoon?”
“No,” I smiled up at him, “But I love hearing you say it, and I love the way you show it …”
“That’s mutual …” His mouth covered mine in a long and very demanding kiss. “You have no idea … you mean so much to me … I was terrified of my cravings, and then I saw you …” Kissing me again, he whispered, “and now you make me whole. I learned in the Tower why I always felt … lost. It was because I was separated from my soulmate, my lover, my master …”
“I’m not your Master, beloved …” Kissing the tip of his nose, I smiled, “I’m your lover, your partner — one who needs his beloved inside this thing filling his manhole …”
“Oh, Gil, my love, my husband …” Half laughing and half sobbing, with tears on his cheeks, he pressed his beautiful cock to the opening of the dildo sleeve. “Tonight, beloved husband, chain me to the headboard and fuck me as you did the very first time …”
His entry into the sleeve expanded the dildo quite a bit, and now the studs made their presence obvious.
“Uuuuurrgh!” I clenched my jaw as the studded surface of the dildo sleeve moved against my prostate. Involuntarily now, my hips rose to meet him, to draw him deep into me … “Oooh … gnnnnffff … fuck … gnnnnngggg … me … hard … my gorgeous man … slowly … this … is … a-ma-z-ing.”
Intense doesn’t even begin to describe the experience. My own cock was absolutely lifeless in it’s steel prison. I could feel nothing. Even my balls were ‘dead’. Absolutely zero sensation in my cock or my balls, but my prostate was another matter. Grant’s slow, steady, long thrusts stimulated me in ways I’d not have believed possible. I could hear myself moaning, begging, at times screaming. I wanted it to stop, and I wanted it to continue … and I fainted when he gave a final deep thrust and shot his cum deep inside me.
We walked back to the house with my legs still feeling rubbery, and him half supporting me, my cock still utterly without any feeling now secure in my codpiece.
“Thank you, my love,” I whispered as we approached the house. “Who showed you that gel and the plug?”
“Pierre … and you did better than I managed.” He giggled. Turning to embrace me face to face, he hugged me. “Gil, Guillaeme, my darling, I love you so, so much … I am your Cadow, you are my world, my lord, my master — I am yours, and always yours.” Planting a kiss on my lips, he sighed. “I was from the first moment I saw you. I couldn’t be anyone else’s partner or lover.”
