The Potential Successor?
The tour of the house took several hours and we stopped to change for dinner. As we toured, his lordship explained several things. One thing in particular aspect he raised as we walked.
“You’ll have noticed all the young men in fetish gear around the place,” he said. We were admiring a statue of a reclining youth being penetrated by a man lying behind him. “Fontlebois is a sort of place of asylum for many youths and young men whose orientation and fetish tastes have caused them hardship, or brought rejection.”
“I had noticed.” Truth is I was feeling as aroused as hell again and wishing Grant was here so we could ..! I hesitated. “It is great to be able to do it so openly — in the city you’ve got to be so damned careful.”
“Yes, and many of these boys come to us in a desperate state — runaways most of them — some of them after attempting suicide. Most move on once they’ve found themselves and often a partner. The place is something of a haven, but only those in real need can find it without help.” He glanced at me. “Here we give them the chance to dress and behave as they wish and become comfortable with their fetish tastes — though we do have some rules.”
I indicated a young man — a little younger than myself by his build — working at cleaning out a pond. He wore a very heavy rubber hood, a slave belt with a chastity device covering his genitals, and heavy boots which I noticed kept his ankles hobbled.
“He chooses to be like that?”
“Yes, Kumar is learning an important lesson, and opted for this punishment — imposed by his peers.” He laughed. “The strict rule is that any sexual contact must be consensual. He took advantage of another boy who had declined to give him pleasure. This is his punishment — to be available to all the other boys for their pleasure. Now, let us continue, the North Range is almost entirely the original 12th Century structure — the chapel, hall, crypt and dungeon. The Tower Keep, Hall, crypt and dungeon all from the 10th Century. Which shall we explore first?”
The Great Hall was spectacular, complete with hammer beam roof, gargoyles, statues and banners. A staircase led down to the dungeon and my host gave me a detailed tour of the devices, suits, and accoutrements.
“This is Guillaume de Fontlebeau, the founder of our little dynasty and the cause of our … unusual family.” We were stood in a small chamber in the crypt of what had once been a fine chapel — and still was, though no longer, apparently, used as such. “His penchant for boys brought us the curse. Since his kidnapping of a boy the local warlock had his eye on, we have been unable to breed an heir directly and all the males in the family have some fetish — even those not directly in line.” He laughed. “Funny thing though, we’ve never not had a male heir.”
The tomb effigy was one of the finest I’d ever seen, pure marble, it had a very lifelike appearance. Unusually it also appeared to be wearing the most amazingly detailed chastity device I had ever come across. And from its size, the artist evidently intended to show the old boy had been very well endowed. I said so.
“Oh, he was.” His lordship laughed. “It’s a family trait — another part of the curse. And some of us are born without a foreskin — that’s how we identify the heir.”
I felt a slight tremor at this — because I lack a foreskin. I’ve never had one, unusual enough for it to have been noted by a paediatrician because every damned doctor I’d ever visited had insisted on checking.
He indicated a second effigy next to Guillaume, equally finely carved and as detailed as Michaelangelo’s David. The figure was naked and lying on his back as if asleep. His erection was obvious though and he appeared to be gazing longingly at the effigy of Guillaume. “And this is the boy who started it all.” Stroking the figure’s cheek, he continued, “The warlock’s curse would have made Guillaume a eunuch, but Cadow amended it, binding himself to his lover and giving his lord and all his descendants a fetish for bondage and rubber or leather. Instead of losing his testicles, Guillaume lost his prepuce, gaining a huge libido and in the size of his genitalia and was bound to Cadow and this place. That feature and his preference for men was made exclusive and passes down to his heirs.” He indicated the ornate collar adorning the figure of Cadow’s neck, and the chain running from this to the floor behind the catafalque. “He never wore any clothing, but he bathed twice daily and oiled himself for his lover — but he insisted on always being chained for sexual pleasure.” He laughed. “They must have made an interesting pair, because Guillaume always locked himself in that chastity belt and Cadow here had the only key.”
I looked again at the effigy.
“I can see why the old lord loved him, and wanted him.” I grinned. For as long as I could remember I’ve been attracted to my own sex, but always fantasised about being either in rubber or bound in some way. This does rather restrict your ‘love’ life as not everyone shares that taste. Did my preference for fetish sex have something to do with this ‘curse’? “Even in marble he looks ready to enjoy himself.”
“He does, doesn’t he.” His lordship laughed, caressing the beautifully carved marble penis. “It is the custom for a new member of the staff to come down and give him a suck. He usually rewards them as well. Those who choose, or the house chooses, to remain here as staff, receive him and he receives them.” He didn’t enlarge on that statement, so I left it as we continued our exploration of the crypt. It seemed that each of the lords had a fine effigy — and every one of them displayed that incumbent’s particular fetish tastes. All were double tombs, with the effigy of their lovers next to them.
Returning to the chapel I remarked on the fine display of carved stone ornamentation and the glorious vaulted ceiling. Some of the carved panels supporting the organ loft and case and one or two of the rather comfortable stalls displayed carvings that were decidedly not from any religious source. One panel clearly showed harnessed men and boys engaging in a wide variety of sexual and bondage pleasures. I pointed it out. “Wouldn’t mind trying some of those activities myself.” I joked.
“Yes,” his lordship agreed. “Generally considered one of the finest and richest examples of its type.” He led me to one of the seats. “I think it’s time to raise one or two matters with you. Do sit down, this may need a moment of reflection and consideration.” He paused. “I have invited you to spend the weekend for a very good reason. You will, I hope, pardon my not revealing it immediately, there are a number of matters we need to explore first.” He gestured round the chapel. “You have seen the crypt and the effigies, did anything in particular strike you as you looked at them?”
“Obviously they all had some very interesting tastes in sexual pleasure — and everyone was, as you said earlier, very well endowed.” I shook my head. “It was odd, one or two carried a strong resemblance to the only picture I’ve ever seen of my father.”
“Yes.” He nodded. “And of course, you wouldn’t see the resemblance you bear to one or two others.” He hesitated. “I told you we have no direct heirs?” He saw my nod. “Exactly, however, there are one or two things which clearly indicate the familial relationships. One is the lack of a foreskin, the other is the size of our genitalia and the choice of fetish. In this weekend I would be grateful if you would permit me to conduct a rather personal test — the outcome may well be to your advantage in some very pleasant ways even if you are not who I think you may be.”
“Certainly, but I think you may be mistaken.” I stared at him in surprise. “What do you want me to do?”
“One thing at a time.” He grinned. “Come, it is time we finished the rest of the tour and then I think a little entertainment before dinner. Cedric will ensure you are provided with the right attire for that.”
When I finally reached my allotted rooms it was to find that they occupied one end of the Palladian frontage and overlooked the gardens. Cedric was waiting in the Dressing Room, a range of rubber items neatly laid out in preparation.
“Did you enjoy the tour, sir?” he asked with a broad smile as he took the rubber jacket off me.
“Fascinating place.” I grinned. “I get the feeling I won’t want to leave on Sunday!”
He smiled, kneeling to remove the boots from my feet. “None of us do, sir. And those who must for any reason, can’t wait to return.” Standing, he unzipped the back of my catsuit. “Though as I understand it, sir, you may have other options.”
“Oh?” I was surprised.
“So I believe, sir.” He eased me out of the suit and began applying a new coating of lubricant to my legs and torso. “I’m sure his Lordship will have told you the family history, sir?”
I nodded, stepping into the skintight leggings he now eased onto my legs. “He did.” I frowned in thought as he eased my cock into the fitted sheath and my balls into the moulded pouch, his touch erotic and stimulating. It was done so naturally that I’d not had time to register what he was doing until … and then didn’t object. Then he carefully drew up the rear zipper and fastened the waist band.
“I notice that Sir has no foreskin,” he commented as he held out a rubber shirt and I slipped my arms into the loose sleeves.
I let him adjust the shirt so it fitted my torso perfectly, the frilled latex cravat adorning the high neck drawing into place as he drew the rear zipper closed. “That’s true, I was born without one. Unusual enough to attract the attention of just about every doctor I’ve encountered.”
“Indeed, sir. A feature of the Fontleböm family, sir. I’m sure his Lordship will explain further in due course.” Now, sir, please sit so I may fit your stockings and shoes.”
Finally, at Cedric’s request, I stood to allow him to fit a chastity device to my crotch that showed off my penis and scrotum in their latex covering. Then he eased a rubber evening coat onto my arms and settled it carefully.
“The latex looks very good on you, Sir.” Studying my outfit critically, he added, “Enjoy your evening, sir.”
“Wow!” I said as I stared at the intricate silver cage that now enclosed my cock and balls. It fitted them exactly, imprisoning them on the one hand, but displaying them perfectly on the other. It was also remarkably comfortable as I moved. “That’s quite stunning.” I grinned. “But a little restrictive.” I gestured at the lock securing it. “Who holds my key?”
“You do, sir.” Cedric smiled. He indicated a fob dangling from the rubber cumber band at my waist. “It’s attached to the fob. Anyone you give it to after dinner will be your partner for the night, of course.”
“There are other guests for dinner?”
“Not tonight, sir. His lordship felt you ought to have this time to examine yourself, and become acquainted with the estate. It will be you, him, of course, and the servants. But I understand you have recently started a relationship, hopefully on your next visit you’ll introduce your partner to Fontlebois.”
“If I’m invited back,” I grinned. “I certainly intend to.” Thinking of Grant’s interest in being secured in the chastity belt I suddenly dared to hope he’d love rubber as well. “Our relationship is, as you say, still at an early stage. He’s spending the weekend in my penthouse, and here I am dressed in latex …”
“If you wish to have a companion tonight, sir.” He was busy applying polish to my legs. “Any of the footmen would be happy to oblige.” He finished polishing my rubber coat and stood back. “His lordship is waiting in the small dining room for you, sir. Enjoy the evening.”
“Any of …” I pulled out the fob with it’s key. “And I just have to give them this?”
“That’s correct, sir.” Standing back, he continued, “Of course I shall be here to assist you to change for bed.”
“Cedric, may I ask a very personal question?”
“Of course, sir.”
“Then, since you’ve given me …. And dressed and undressed me twice already, would you ..?” I held the key and it’s fob in my fist.
“It would be an honour, sir.” Nodding, he added, “If you so wished.”
“I understand.” I thought of Grant, at home, locked into the Carrera belt, and here I was in my fetish dream, being offered unlimited sex. Making up my mind, I returned the key to the fob pocket. “Thank you, but I think I have a different favour to ask.” I hesitated. “Do you have a Carrera type chastity belt available? One that would fit me?”
“I’m sure we have something similar if not exactly one of those, sir.”
“Good.” I grinned. “My lover, the man I hope to make my partner in the not too distant future is, at this moment, in my apartment wearing one until I return. I’d like you to fit one to me after dinner.” I grinned. “So I can deny myself in the same manner he is waiting for me.”
“I’ll have it ready, sir.” Cedric smiled. “Your would be partner is a very lucky man, I hope you’ll bring him on your next visit.”
“If I’m invited again.” Recalling the figures in the crypt, and the conversation with ‘Gus’, his lordship, I had a feeling I was being tested. “I certainly will.”
The footman, Ivar, conducted me to the small antechamber to the dining room. Meredith the Butler greeted me with a glass of fine sherry at the door and Lord Fontleböm rose to greet me as I walked to where he sat at the ornate fireplace. At the other side of the room was harpsichord with a rubberclad man seated on the stool. As I entered he began playing a Bach piece I knew well.
“Everything satisfactory, Gil? Cedric taking care of you properly?”
“Everything’s perfect, thanks, Gus.” Touching glasses, “I added, Cedric has certainly been a wealth of information.” I decided to fly a kite. “I just wish Grant were able to share this. I think we actually reached an important milestone last night, before I left to come here.”
“We shall have to arrange it then. As I’m sure you’ve guessed, this is more than just a social visit. I believe it possible that you are the next heir. You’ve already passed several of the tests.” Smiling, he added, “Tomorrow we can run the ultimate test for a putative heir, my friend.” Saluting me with his glass, he said, “I have no doubt you are he — still, Cadow will, as always, be the arbiter.”
“I’ve no objection,” I replied, wondering what he meant by his statement that Cadow was the arbiter. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
“It’s a simple test really.” Draining his sherry, he smiled. “It involves a visit to the Founders crypt. I’ll explain it tomorrow. Shall we eat?”
The dinner was superb. A work of art from start to finish, the portions exactly right to satisfy the appetite and the flavours to entice the palate. The conversation wandered over the history of the family, the house and the the way the house and park attracted young men, and occasionally women, who needed sanctuary and a place to recover, to find themselves or find, like the unfortunate Andrew, a place of safety and care.
Cedric was waiting when I returned to my room, a beautifully constructed and very heavy chastity belt laid out ready. The Carrera design I had fitted to Grant looked quite mild compared to this one.
“Will this do, sir? We don’t have a modern Carrera type, but this one is similar, though possibly a little more complex.”
“Looks pretty escape proof.” Slipping out of my jacket, I examined the device. It was in two parts, first an inner shield of thick canvas reinforced rubber with a moulded pouch for the wearers scrotum, then a curved tube of the same material fixed over the scrotal pouch. This was attached to a girdle of the same material beneath a narrow iron band that went round the waist, the ‘belt sitting above the hips, before sweeping down to meet the ‘shield’. Thin chains from the tail of the shield, formed loops to anchor points on the girdle belt. “Okay, let’s get it on me.” Recalling the proposed ‘test’ for the morning, I added, “I think I’ll need it removed tomorrow for a test his lordship mentioned, but I think I’d like to wear it to go home.” Grinning, I added, “A present for my lover.”
“If you wish, sir.” He finished stripping me of my evening dress. “I shall have to relieve you of your erection again, sir, or the fitting of this belt will be impossible.”
“Ah.” I thought of Grant and how I’d had to do the same for him to get the Carrera onto him. “If you …”
“A pleasure, sir.” He set to work and, as before, did it beautifully. Nor did he rush it, instead taking his time and ensuring I got the maximum pleasure. When he’d drained me, he carefully coated my slackening cock with a delicately scented gel, then lifted the heavy ‘shield’ and it’s attached tube.
“If you’re ready, sir, we can begin.” As he began to fit the shield, he looked up. “A present for your lover, sir?”
“Yes.” Laughing I explained. “We had a dare. As I said, he’s at home wearing a Carrera belt and I have the key.” Pausing as he fitted the iron cover to my crotch, I finished, “I want to deny myself as he is, and when I get back …”
“I’m sure he’ll be extremely pleased, sir.” Securing the rather more elaborate lock that sfastened the girdle to the shield and secured the shield itself firmly in place. Placing a strange looking key on the nightstand, he said, “If you plan to wear it home tomorrow, sir, it will be a little bulky beneath your rather nice slacks, but not excessively so. I will have to explain the process for removing it as it is not easy to do.” He smiled. “And should you lose the key … I can say only that nothing can cut the metal it’s made of, sir.”
