Graduation celebration
We were both reluctant to leave Fontlebois, but Grant had classes and his final exams approaching and I had my gallery and now, several important business meetings to attend in the city.
“Feels like I’m leaving a part of myself behind,” Grant said as we joined the motorway. “It’s like waking from a vivid dream.” He laughed. “It feels unreal to not be wearing rubber!”
“You’re right,” I replied concentrating on the traffic. “Funny thing, but I enjoyed rubber before, now ordinary clothes feel — unnatural.”
Grant laughed, his hand on my thigh. “I agree, but we can still indulge ourselves at home, and we can go down to Fontlebois any time we like.”
For a while we drove in comfortable silence, wrapped in our own thoughts. Mine wandered through the ‘trial’ we’d enjoyed in Cadow’s Tower, and my encounters with the shades of Guilaeume and Cadow, and the change in my beloved Grant.
“My love?” Grant asked as we approached the city. “What attracted you to me? I mean — you know — there were loads of attractive waiters at the Club. Many more beautiful members you could have had …”
“Perhaps.” I concentrated on the traffic, and I didn’t continue until we were stopped at a traffic light. “Funny thing. Actually none of them ‘did’ anything for me. I mean, yes, there were some that were very sexually interesting, but not ‘right’, if you follow me.” Pulling away from the lights, I laughed. “There were plenty of the staff that basically threw themselves at me.” Changing tack I shot back. “You were different. Most of the time you looked as if anyone had suggested sexual contact you’d have run away.”
“Was I that obvious?” He actually giggled. “I think I’d have fainted if anyone had touched me suggestively, but if I hadn’t, I would have excused myself and run for it.” Pausing as I wound the car through the narrow streets leading to the flat, he finally said, “I was fighting like hell not to be attracted to men. I really didn’t want to be Gay, but couldn’t stop myself — and the Club was torture …”
Parking the car in the underground garage, I shut off the engine.
“I can believe it.” Kissing his cheek, I asked, “Didn’t you find any of the other waiters or members attractive?”
“In a way, yes.” Walking round the car, he slipped his arms round my waist. “But something stopped me — held me back — and then I saw you. Didn’t know who you were, and you weren’t a regular at first. The other waiters told me you were a cold fish — not interested in, you know … But something inside me told me you were ‘the One’, the man I was born to love and share life with.” His grin lit up his face. “I think they were wrong about …”
“They certainly were.” Enfolding him in a tight embrace as the doors of the lift closed, I kissed him. “But they weren’t the man I was waiting for either — my very own Cadow. Alluring, teasing, sexy as hell and my soulmate …” The lift stopped as we kissed.
Laughing we stepped out of the lift and walked to the door of our flat. It opened as I reached it, suddenly aware my key was missing from my keyring. Cedric smiled at our surprise.
“Welcome back, gentlemen. If you’d care to refresh yourselves from the journey?” Smoothly taking our coats, he added, “Ivar will be in the living room with a refreshing drink as soon as you are ready.”
“How did you ..?” I began. They’d seen us off from Fontlebois after packing our bags into an estate wagon. They couldn’t possibly have overtaken us on the motorway!
“We flew back, sir. The Estate has several small aircraft available. We arrived about three hours ago.” Shutting the door behind us, he continued smoothly, “I’ve taken the liberty of preparing something you may find more comfortable for you in the bedroom, sirs, should you wish to change …”
“You think of everything, Cedric.” I teased as we saw the rubber jeans, matching silk shirts and latex briefs. Slipping an arm round Grant’s waist, I said, “We’ll change ourselves, I think, and then a nice cool drink on the patio — and perhaps a light snack on the patio?”
“As you wish, sir,” Cedric replied. “There’s no need to rush, I’m sure the journey was … tiring.” The door closed softly behind him.
Grant turned in my arm and began undoing my shirt as his mouth met mine. We needed no words as we gently stripped one another, and then Grant surrendered his gorgeous organ to my attention. In my head I heard the voice of Guilaeume the first. ‘So like my Cadow … take care of him, Guillaeume, he is a true descendent of my beloved … and he loves you, as Cadow loved me …’
My beloved’s cum filled my mouth and his fingers gripped my head. In that moment I knew that we could leave Fontlebois, but Fontlebois, Guilaeume and Cadow would never leave us. Swopping places with Grant-Cadow I surrendered to his demanding oral attention. Yes, he was ‘my’ Cadow, my submissive, yet dominating lover and partner — the one I had waited for all my life.
An hour later we sauntered hand in hand onto the patio, our desires, for now, satisfied. The heavy rubber jeans with their exposed through zips, sailor front and body moulding fit exactly what we wanted. Ivar served us tall fruity cocktails with a smile as we stood admiring the view in the twilight.
“There’s a light supper on the table when you wish it, sir.”
“Thank you, Ivar.” Squeezing Grant’s hand, I added, “Would you please inform Cedric we will both require chastity belts in the mornings while we’re here. Nothing too showy, but completely controlling.”
Grant’s final weeks of his degree were pretty intense. Ivar proved to be an absolute lifesaver for him as he frantically completed assignments, by proof reading and searching for supporting references for some. All three of us posed for a final canvas he had to submit for nude studies, and he completed a huge landscape from his sketches of Fontlebois Park. Ivar and Cedric wrapped and delivered these to the college gallery for the final exhibition, teasingly enjoying role playing gallery workmen and, as Cedric put it, admiring the talent. In my absence, my temporary manager had, I learned, offered the art college our services to arrange and market the exhibition. It was a good decision and the Art College had leapt at the opportunity.
He’d brought in several of the Trust’s people to help, and Cedric and Ivar leapt at the opportunity to be a part of it. The pair had been a little naughty, turning up for the work, dressed, outwardly, in the very smart white overalls and work boots and smart peaked caps with my gallery logo on the front and on the breast pocket of their overalls all the helpers wore. Underneath they wore nothing other than steel reinforced rubber chastity belts that gave them both an interesting bulge at the crotch. They did a magnificent job of hanging the pictures and placing the casts, plaster statuettes and ceramic objects the students had produced, then took turns to ‘police’ the exhibition and look after the refreshments I’d paid for the exhibitors.
“Enjoying yourself, Cedric?” I asked as he handed me a cup of cappuccino. “Or should I ask are you behaving in the true spirit of Fontelbois?”
He laughed, and bowed slightly. “Both, sir.” He grinned. “We’ve both been propositioned several times, but had to explain that without the explicit permission of our master we could not accept.”
“Do you need it?” I asked gently, holding his eye. “Do you want that permission?”
“No, sir.” He dropped his gaze. “Neither of us do. We’re keeping ourselves ready to let you and Mr Grant celebrate his graduation properly. We hope you’ll want …”
“We don’t deserve you two,” I replied, gripping his shoulder. “Once we close this evening, I want you both to go home and prepare your choice of scene. Grant and I will see to the closing up, and join you at home as soon as possible.”
The exhibition closed at eight, and was followed by drinks for the teachers and students. Cedric and Ivar slipped quietly away as soon as the first champagne had been served, and Grant and I followed an hour later. The flat was silent and the lights dim as we entered to be met by our valet’s dressed as medieval pages in rubber with the bulky rubber chastity belts instead of the usual codpiece.
“We thought you might like to celebrate, sirs, by enjoying us in the dungeon we’ve prepared.” Cedric indicated the rubber outfits they’d prepared for us to wear. “Our restraints are all prepared and ready for you to use on us.”
I recognised the outfit and submitted to Cedric's dressing me. It's our valets’ favourite fantasy scene — a scene we had named ‘the abduction of the squires’. The medieval style ‘hose’ made of rubber, their assets still imprisoned in the bulky reinforced rubber chastity belts and a simple loose linen tunic. With their feet in soft boots of the style shown in the tapestries in Cadow’s Tower, and from their happy expressions, we knew they were well prepared. Our outfits were similar, though more elaborate, and a codpiece replaced the chastity belts they wore.
“”Yes, sir,” he laughed in response to my question. “We have coated our genitals in the desensitising cream. It will be several hours before we are able to feel anything in them.”
“You want a very long session then?”
“Yes, sir.” He smiled. “Mr Grant’s graduation present from us. We’re giving ourselves complete cum denial for as long as Mr Grant wants.”
“You asked him?”
“Of course, sir.” He fastened my latex ‘hose’ and kissed my codpiece, an odd little ritual he’d developed whenever he dressed me. “We’ve denied ourselves that pleasure since yesterday so we have as much to give as possible.”
“And what do you want, Cedric?” I asked softly as he fastened to rubber doublet he’d fitted to me.
“Only that you enjoy me in whatever way you wish, sir.” He grinned naughtily. “I hope that will include having my wrists and ankles fastened above my head and my lord’s gorgeous organ filling my prepared man pussy, my lord.”
Wrapping him in an embrace, I kissed him, forcing my tongue deep into his willing mouth.
“You may count on it, Cedric.” Releasing him, I added, “And you may count on being denied a cum until Grant is ready to give it to you.”
“Thank you, my lord.” Cedric bowed. “I ask nothing more than that my lord enjoy my body for his pleasure.”
Dressed in our rubber versions of Guillaeume and Cadow’s outfits, Grant and I slipped straight into our roles as the harsh masters preparing to seize and enslave them. None of us needed to talk as we all knew our roles and exactly how to play them so as to maximise the arousal it gave us.
The scene takes different forms according to the mood, and on this occasion I let Grant lead as this was his celebration. Under his guiding we began with a ‘feast’ which included some wooing and petting and the pretence of making Cedric and Ivar ‘drunk’. They slipped into role happily and allowed themselves to be ‘persuaded’ to engage in a wrestling match for our entertainment. Having stripped their tunics for this, the ‘hose’ they wore left their imprisoning chastity belts exposed and, of course, revealed their open butts to perfection.
Naturally, their ‘wrestling’ match is an erotic display, but it also serves as a mask for us to take advantage of their struggle to snap cuffs and chains to their ankles, and then their wrists. Now chained to each other they plead for ‘mercy’, begging us not to expose them to the warlock. That’s our cue to place them in body binding harnesses — still chained to each other — and ‘force’ them to give us fellation.
They love doing this, and Cedric is an absolute artist in playing my member. He brought me off to a fantastic cum, and sucked it greedily down. Then I fitted the heavy hood he’d laid out to his head, secured it, and then gagged him. Grant had done the same for Ivar and now we focussed on each other, our now restrained and helpless captives at our feet.
“Happy, my love?” Kissing Grant tenderly, I whispered, “Congratulations on your graduation.” Teasing his mouth with my tongue, I added, “Your nude sketches have sold, by the way, to a pornographer!”
“You sold them to a pornographer?” He looked shocked.
“Yes. Me, you goof.” I laughed, my hand cupping his beautiful balls. “Now, what shall we do with our beautiful toys while we prepare ourselves for enjoying the present they’re giving you?”
“Take them to the dungeon they’ve set up?” He grinned. “You know they’ve applied that cream from Fontlebois? I think they deserve a nice long, slow, torment, don’t you?”
“Excellent idea. I wonder what Guillaeume and Cadow would have done with them?”
“They’ve laid out some of the equipment, Ivar tells me.” Grant kissed me. “Shall we go and see?”
They’d turned their ‘sitting’ room into a dungeon and left us a guide to what the equipment could do to them. A note from Cedric added that everything there was what Guillaeume and Cadow had used on their squires in their games.
A central feature was two sets of neck and wrist stocks set on either side of a low platform. Clearly the occupants would be butt to butt and facing outward with their legs fixed to a pair of central posts attached to the sides of the platform.
“Look at this.” Grant lifted a double dildo. “You know, one day, we’ll have to try this. Locked like that and joined by this?” He grinned. “Let’s fetch them and set them up.” He examined the double dildo in his hand. Damn, this thing is a vibrator!”
“And they’ve dosed themselves … Come on, let’s get them into it.”
They role played the reluctant captives to perfection, but we soon had then secured in the stocks, and Grant carefully inserted the double dildo.
“Cedric first, I think.” He pressed the huge bulbous ‘head’ to my valet’s pink sphincter,
“Urrrgh!” Cedric grunted and then sucked a breath as it slid deeper.
This was repeated as he set it into Ivar and adjusted the length. It was the start of a long and careful session with Grant in charge. We took breaks in between trying different equipment and items, so it was well into the small hours of the morning when we finally escorted them to our bedroom and positioned them exactly as Cedric had asked. Then I watched as Grant removed Ivar’s chastity belt and enjoyed his valet’s freed genitals, bringing him, eventually to a monumental ejaculation.
Kissing him, I asked, “Shall we fuck them first, and then you can enjoy Cedric? Or …”
“Fuck first, my love,” Grant responded. “And thank you.”
“Thank our companions, my love, this is their gift to you.”
Positioning ourselves, we took the plunge. Cedric, like Grant, enjoys being fucked in this way, on his back, wrists secured to the bedhead, and his legs drawn up and his ankles secured to his wrists. They’re both very flexible, so don’t find it uncomfortable to have their knees framing their heads. It also means that their erections are almost in their mouths, and best of all, from a partner’s perspective, their delicate openings are fully exposed and accessible.
I had soon discovered that Grant really loved to have his ring and the muscle teased in this position, and Cedric was no different. Judging by his responses, Ivar found it equally enjoyable. I liked it because it meant I could enjoy my lover’s beautiful genitals and play with his opening. It had another feature — one I enjoyed — in that your partner’s penis was, when you were entered in this position, in the perfect position to stimulate your prostate. For now, Cedric’s own penis and his scrotum remained encased in the reinforced rubber chastity containment.
His moan of pleasure as I entered him was accompanied by his attempt to thrust against me and pull me deeper.
“Feel good, my dear valet?” I whispered as my rigid member reached full penetration.
“Mmmmmmm. Ah-her.” He squirmed gently under me, his sphincter tightening around my impaling member.
I took it slow, easing myself inside him with long slow strokes. I wanted to make this last, and succeeded in holding off my cumming for longer than I normally achieve. It was magnificent, and it was several minutes before I felt my now slack cock slip free of him and even then I held him in my arms and kissed his hooded head, his nipples and his thighs. Finally, I switched places with Grant, gently releasing Cedric’s chastity belt and embraced Ivar as my partner and lover feasted on my valet’s erection.
Eventually the four of us rolled together under the duvet and drifted into sleep.
