Fontlebois
Finding the access road to the estate was more than a little disconcerting, having the appearance of not being much used. Once off the main road and through the perimeter hedges and cattle gate, the road to reach Fontlebois Estate is single track and descends to the base of a steep rocky cliff, then follows this some way above the very wild shoreline. Turning sharply round an outcrop, I found myself stopped by a very modern and sophisticated gate. I was wondering what to do to obtain entrance, when the gate began to swing open and I was able to drive through it, finding myself confined between high walls as I drove slowly round a gentle curve and found a second gate with an attendant.
“Good morning, sir.” The man’s tight leather suit creaked slightly as he bent to address me and my eye was immediately drawn to the heavy codpiece covering his crotch. “I trust you had a comfortable journey?”
I dragged my eyes upward to meet his and realised that he wore a leather hood as well. I grinned, aware of my arousal straining my leather jeans. “Yes. Lovely run and good weather all the way.”
“His lordship will be pleased, sir.” He smiled, consulting his tablet. “Cross the bridge, sir, and follow the drive. You’ll come to the garage and you’ll be shown where to park. You’ll be met and taken up to the house from there, sir.”
I nodded, and gestured back to the entrance. “His lordship seems to like his privacy.”
“He does, and so do his staff, sir.” The guard chuckled. “There is a triple security cordon around the place and it is completely private.” He smiled again. “Some of his lordship’s friends would not want to be seen here either.”
I hesitated. Then light dawned. I grinned. “No, I suppose not. Still, I gave up worrying about who and what I am some time ago.” I selected Drive and he activated the gate. “Straight on to the garage?”
“That’s right, sir. You’re the only guest this weekend.”
The drive crossed a ravine filled with restless sea, then rose to an ancient fortified gate. Through this I found myself driving across a meadow toward a copse, then across a small park. Finally, with still no sign of the house, I came to what appeared to be a tunnel. This proved to be the entrance to the garage — in reality a large car park below ground. At the entrance a young man stepped out to meet me, dressed only in an elaborate harness and thigh length boots.
“Good morning, sir. Would you park in Bay 5 please? Your valet will take your bags and see you to the changing rooms.”
I nodded, almost speechless. This guy had a magnificent genitals, his penis long, thick, perfectly formed and on display — but confined in a steel cage! “Five?” I managed.
“That is correct, sir.” He grinned. “Welcome to Fontlebois. You may leave the keys in the ignition. The car will be valeted for you.”
It was all I could do to drag my eyes back to the parking he indicated where I could see another figure waiting. I eased my foot off the brake and let the Z4 idle slowly into the Bay. Killing the ignition, I undid my seat belt and turned, finding the door already held open by an athletically built youth in head to foot shiny black rubber.
“Welcome to Fontlebois, sir. I am Cedric, your valet for the duration of your stay.”
“Thanks, Cedric.” I got out, glad I’d worn my heavy duty rubber tanga beneath the jeans. This guy’s codpiece also showed off a magnificent package. “Let me get my bag.”
“Leave it, sir.” He smiled through the mask. “It will be taken up to the house for you.” He eyed my attire. “If you’ll follow me, sir, you can change out of your traveling clothes into something more appropriate.”
Leading me into a long room stocked with an astonishing selection of rubber and leather clothing, he turned.
“I understand Sir has a preference for rubber, but enjoys leather as well?”
“Rubber for first choice — but it depends on what I’m doing.” I grinned. My taste for latex and bondage has always been a bit of a hurdle for would be lovers. Grant’s sharing it had really been a beautiful bonus. “Leather is more practical if one is walking in the grounds, rubber is fine indoors.”
“As you say, sir. Shall we say rubber? His lordship is planning to show you the house and facilities, rubber is the most appropriate.”
“OK, what do you suggest?” My erection was now straining my rubber tanga brief uncomfortably.
Cedric selected several items while I stripped, then gathered my clothing and carefully folded it while I examined the items he’d laid out for me. The rubber, the presence of this stunning young man in his amazing rubber suit, the outline of his own rather large erection showing, sent my always high libido soaring.
“Would Sir like some relief? It does make dressing easier.” Cedric smiled as he studied my physique. “I’d be happy to assist.”
“Relief?” I croaked. “Here? You?”
“Oh yes, sir.” He smiled “A valet is willing to attend to his Master’s every need, and I believe I can help you prepare for your stay.” Drawing up a chair, he continued, “If you seat yourself, sir, it will be my pleasure to give you some oral relief.”
Stunned, I allowed him to seat me, then kneel between my knees and give me the most amazing ‘head’. He certainly knew what he was doing and did it as a lover would — as Grant did when he gave me head. Like a lover.
Having drained me of cum, he stood, thanked me, and began to apply a scented lubricant to my legs, then eased the rubber onto me.
Ten minutes later I stepped out of the room dressed in skintight latex catsuit, the lower part black, the upper part blue. Around my neck he fastened a collar of white rubber, with a ‘cravat of several folds of white latex at the front, and eased a loose jacket in rich red rubber onto my arms and shoulders. With my feet encased in shiny riding boots, I studied my reflection in the mirror. My package was prominently displayed in a heavy codpiece secured to the suit by means of studs.
Never before had I been assisted to dress as intimately. Cedric having applied a lubricant spray to me and to the suit, before easing it onto my legs and then ensuring that it was properly adjusted with no creases and the zip from below the codpiece to the rear waist was settled exactly between my butt cheeks, was done in a very professional manner, completely belying the initial extremely intimate preparation. He’d then spent several minutes polishing me until my entire outfit gleamed.
“This way, sir. His lordship is waiting in the library.”
It was a short walk through a tunnel corridor to emerge in a small temple folly. Before me lay the house, the frontage a small Palladian masterpiece, beautifully proportioned. Behind it was evidently a much older set of wings which appeared to include a chapel.
“Walk straight up the path, sir. You will be met at the door and conducted to his lordship.”
“Thanks, Cedric.” I turned to look at him. “Will you accompany me?”
“Good heaven’s no, sir.” He laughed. “I shall use the servants entrance and will see you in your chambers, sir.” He inclined his head. “His lordship will have plenty to discuss with you.”
I strolled toward the house, wondering what awaited me. It was not a long walk and up close the house could be seen to be every bit as lovely as the book description hinted and the vista from the temple suggested. The door opened as I approached and I was greeted by a well built older man in skintight black latex and a youth in nothing more than a hood and a slave harness with knee high boots, his outfit identical to that worn by the young man at the garage.
“Welcome to Fontlebois, Mr Fontleböm. I’m Meredith, his lordship’s Butler.” Indicating the harnessed young man, he continued, “His lordship will receive you in the library room. Ivar will show you the way, sir.”
Ivar stepped forward to greet me, his rather large penis swinging free and evidently semi-tumescent.
“Follow me please, sir. His lordship is waiting,” he said as he bowed.
The entrance hall and the grand staircase were astonishing. Statues in niches proved to be marble and all showed young males in aroused states or engaged in sexual activity. The ceiling showed an all male orgy and the paintings showed men and satyrs in a variety of erotic poses. As we entered the long gallery to the eastern wing I found the view from the windows gave onto a courtyard, the furthest side evidently formed by the oldest part of the house. The walls were lined with portraits, the garb of the lords depicted frankly a fetishists dream.
“The library, sir.” Ivar opened a door and announced, “Mr Fontleböm, my lord.”
As I stepped past him I noticed that he had not a single trace of body hair, but now my host was advancing to meet me and I quickly refocused on him and my surroundings.
“So glad you accepted my invitation, Guilleaume. Unfortunately, my partner, Pierre, has had to attend to a family crisis on the continent, but is looking forward to meeting you when the opportunity serves.” His pronunciation of my was name impeccable. “No trouble finding the place?” He wore skintight rubber leggings, a loose rubber shirt and a beautifully cut and fitted rubber jacket in a deep mustard yellow with black collar, lapels and cuffs. His bulging codpiece suggested a ‘package’ as generous as my own.
“Not really, the in car satnav worked as far as the turnoff, thankfully. After that it was just a case of keeping my eyes peeled for the gap in the hedges.” Noting his reference to his partner, I shook hands admiring his latex outfit, similar to my own. “I’ll look forward to meeting Pierre when he’s back. Thanks for inviting me, it was surprise, but I thoroughly enjoyed our evening at the Holbein Club.”
“So did I.” His laugh was wicked. “Especially ogling and teasing the young waiter. Had any luck there?”
“As matter of fact, yes! It took a while, but I’ve been lucky, Grant is now, I hope, my partner and lover.” I replied. “He’s spending the weekend at home in my penthouse doing some work on a final assignment for his course. He hopes to graduate in another month.”
“Excellent, we’ll have to include him another time.” Indicating a seat he continued, “I thought you might enjoy seeing Fontlebois.” Smiling, he added, “Our dress code is a little unusual, I hope it doesn’t bother you. The Footmen dress as you saw, our valets and Meredith and the senior House staff in full rubber, with the juniors hooded.” He shrugged. “It’s a style that goes back a long time, though I’m not sure when it changed completely to rubber.”
“Not at all. I like it.” Setting myself I grinned. “I thoroughly enjoyed our dinner — and as for Grant … I’m making good progress there.” I gestured. “Some place you have here — what a wonderful feeling to be able to live your fetish in this way.”
“Yes, it has its drawbacks though.” He smiled. “From time to time we come in for a little attention — usually when a guest has been indiscreet.” Seating himself, he said, “I think a little refreshment and I can show you around the house.” He tugged a bell cord and a moment later a youth entered wearing a muzzle over his hood, steel chastity device and clearly a large plug in his anus. “Andrew suffers from satyriasis, we have to keep him fully restrained almost all the time. Coffee or a glass of apple mixture?”
“The apple sounds about right — too much coffee tends to dehydrate me.” ‘Andrew’ was clearly aroused and eyeing my codpiece.
His lordship nodded to the boy. “You heard that Andrew? Good, two apple drinks.”
The youth bowed and retired through a hidden door. His lordship waited until the door closed. “Unfortunate lad, entered puberty far to early and has a libido completely off the scale. At night he has to be kept in a bondage suit and fully restrained or none of us would get any rest!”
“Amazing,” I said. “Is it something genetic?”
“No. Curse of the Fontleböm’s I’m afraid.” He glancing across at me, he chuckled. “His father tried to beat the curse. Andrew is the result and now we have to keep him restrained and occupied all the time.” He shrugged. “It has its advantages — especially for his minders.”
He didn’t explain further, instead talking about the history of the house and the family. The House itself was fascinating — especially to someone like myself with an interest in art and architecture. Built around a central courtyard the oldest ‘wing’ on the northern side featured a great stone tower ‘keep’, a great hall, chapel and a range of rooms now converted into private apartments for the numerous staff. The western wing held the Lord’s apartment on the third floor, with a range of reception rooms on the floor below and featuring the main kitchen and staff dining room and the Butler’s and Housekeeper’s apartments on the ground floor. Below it was an undercroft with storerooms and a laundry.
The eastern wing boasted a slightly smaller apartment on the second floor for the ‘heir’. Above it was a range of double rooms and a sitting room for the footmen and valets. The ground floor held several guest rooms, and a large undercroft held a recreation room for the staff and a swimming pool. The Palladian south wing was magnificent, with grand state apartments, a ballroom two full storeys in height, a magnificent library, again double height, the state dining room and two ‘withdrawing’ rooms and a Long Gallery running the full length of the wing on the south facing side. The decor was classic, with silk wall paper, huge paintings, decorated ceilings and enough brocade and silk on the furnishings to cause a glut if it were placed on the ‘market’.
And then there was the statuary …
“The curse is an ancient one. Goes back almost 900 years. As a result every ‘heir’ to the title is a Gay rubber and bondage fetishist. Let’s have our refreshment and then take a tour of the house and I’ll try to explain.” He laughed. “It affects us all — everyone that comes here or lives here, family or servant.” As Andrew returned with the tall glasses of apple mixed with carbonated water, he explained, “If you spend more than a few hours here, it draws you in. Only wearing rubber or being harnessed in rubber will make you comfortable here, and it also ensures everyone is Gay even if they weren’t on arrival. I’m afraid it does things to our libido as well.”
I made no comment, my own libido was off the scale, and I could sense that, when I left here, latex wear was going to feature heavily in my life from now on. I could only hope Grant would like it!
