Is Grant the right man
The drive home was easy, and passed almost without a hitch. I opened the door to my penthouse to find Grant waiting, his only garment the chastity belt and a happy smile.
Throwing his arms round me, he planted a firm kiss on my mouth.
“How’d it go?” He asked, then a slightly puzzled expression crossed his face as his chastity belt made contact with mine. “What …” he began.
“Let’s go to the bedroom and you can see,” I teased, returning the hug and the kiss. “I have a hell of a lot to tell you, and something to give you.” Holding him, I asked, “What about you? Has it been difficult?”
“The first few hours, yes, but when I woke up this morning …” He laughed. “I knew you’d be home this evening, so I spent the day finishing my assignment, then cleaning this bloody huge apartment … and I’ve prepared a nice supper.” Slipping his arm around my waist, as we walked to the bedroom, he added, “And I want to know all about Fontlebois …”
In the bedroom I began to strip, retrieved the ‘present’ Cadow had said I was to give Grant, and turned to find him staring at the chastity belt I was wearing.
“What … I mean, when did you put that on?” He swallowed. “It’s awesome!”
“Night before last, just before I went to bed.” Holding the small flat package I’d brought from Fontlebois, I faced him. “Grant, my love, you know how I feel about you, and what I hope you want with me, but something has happened, and … well … it changes my future, and, I hope, yours, but you have to make that decision yourself. I can’t make you … but I want to make our relationship permanent. I want you as my lover, my partner …” I stopped. “I’m making a complete mess of this.”
“Gil, are you … proposing?” Grant’s face showed concern. “Or are you saying you … have someone else?”
“Someone ..? No! No.” Putting the package down, I reached for his hands. “Look, I asked to be fitted with this, because you were wearing that …” I indicated the Carrera belt he wore, “while I was at Fontelbois.” Watching his face I saw the doubt. “Damn, damn, damn — I really am making a dog’s breakfast of this! Look, I was invited because … well, it turns out that I’m the heir to Fontlebois Manor and the estate. But that’s where it gets complicated. There’s an ancient family curse. It binds the incumbent and his heir to the Estate, and to a … fetish.”
“So …” His frown eased. “What fetish?” He grinned. “Chastity belts?”
“Among other things.” I felt relief at his response. “How do you really feel about rubber and bondage?”
“You’re kidding?” His grip on my hands tightened and he swallowed. “I’ve enjoyed the things you’ve introduced me too … Um, Gil, you know I worked at the Club, but until you and I … well that was my first time …” His cheeks were now aflame. “And this chastity thing … well, I’d seen guys wearing them and it’s a big turn on … and so is rubber … Why do you ask?”
“Because if you are the man I hope, it will feature in our future.” Releasing his hands I handed him the package. “Open it, it’s a gift from … an ancestor. If it fits you, and responds in a certain way … we’ll both be bound to Fontelbois.”
Taking the package he opened it carefully revealing a narrow, decorated, iron collar with a rubber lining. I recognised it immediately. It was identical to the collar on the tomb effigy of Cadow.
“If you put it on, my love, you won’t be able to remove it again … It will bind you to Fontlebois just as I am …”
“It’s … beautiful.” Grant breathed lifting it out of the box. He studied the decoration, which I now saw included an inscription in what seemed to be old Gaelic. “Strange inscription,” he said studying it. “Let’s see …” His mouth moved as he read. “Tricky … ‘the servant’ could also be ‘lover of … the … master of Fontlebois … I wear this …’” Then he grinned. “Knew having learned Welsh would come in handy.” Raising the collar to his throat, he opened it carefully, and slipped it round his neck and brought the open ends together. There was a sharp click, and a green glow ran round the iron. “I accept my role at your side, my Lord Guilleaume.” Dropping to one knee, he looked up and smiled. “I am your servant and lover. Thank you.”
Lifting him to his feet, I felt a surge of relief and love as I took him into my arms and crushed my mouth to his. I’d been warned that if he were not my chosen partner the collar would not lock. Clearly it had done so … I let him finish stripping me to my chastity belt and for a while longer we lay in each other’s arms totally lost in enjoying caressing and kissing.
“Did someone say there was a special supper prepared, my love?” I whispered nibbling his earlobe. “It would be a shame to waste it, and I have a bottle of champagne to drink with it to celebrate out future …”
“Get your champagne, love, and I’ll bring supper to the table …” Pushing his chastity shield against mine, he teased, “and for dessert I hope my lover and lord plans to enjoy my body …”
“Now that’s a dessert I really like, and I have the same to offer you …”
The supper had been very beautifully prepared, and was presented perfectly. We took our time eating it and drinking the champagne — a Pol Roger — while I talked about Fontlebois and the family curse and obligation. Then I offered my hand to my partner, and led him to the bedroom.
“Dessert, my love.” I grinned and dangled his key. “My privilege to have the first taste?”
“Of course.” He laughed laying on the bed. “But who holds the key to that awesome thing you’re wearing?”
“You will, my love, but it’s a complicated lock, and I’ll have to show you the instructions.”
Using the key to his Carrera belt, I unlocked it and carefully dismantled it until, at last, I could kiss his engorged glans. Then I set to work. He was more than ready, but we knew each other so well now that I was able to keep him on the edge for long enough to really enjoy it when, with his customary sharp intake of breath, he let out a long low moan and thrust his cock into my mouth. The rush of his cum filled my mouth and tasted like nectar.
“Give me your key, my love,” he whispered, biting my earlobe. “Oh god I’ve missed you … Let me release you so you can fill my pussy …”
Handing him the strange key, I gave him the note with the instructions for using it.
“Keep it, love, but don’t lose it.” Kissing him I explained. “There’s a bit to this I didn’t know until today. It can only be removed by the first person I give the key to. Now and in future that’s you. You are now my ‘key holder’ until we no longer have a use for this or anything else. Only you can now ever remove this thing.”
“Then I better get started,” Grant grinned taking the key. “Because I love what it’s keeping safe and secure for me …” Studying the instructions, he frowned. “Whoever designed this meant it to be secure! Lay down, Love, and let’s see …”
Ten minutes later he removed the inner rubber shield, eased the belt from under me and grinned …
“And now, my love …” His mouth engulfed my erection and he enjoyed giving me a wonderful dose of ‘head’. Stopping abruptly, he straightened up, gripped my penis and said, softly, “Gil, I want you to fuck me, face to face, please …”
“I’d love that, my darling.”
He positioned himself, opening his legs, and raising them to give me access. Lubing my erection, I placed myself between his raised legs and as gently as possible entered him.
The door tone alerted me to a visitor. Looking up, I was surprised to see Cedric, dressed in a smart business suit.
“Good morning, sir.” He proffered an envelope, “His Lordship sent me over. He’s in town and staying at the Imperial. Mr Pierre is with him.”
“Good to see you, Cedric.” Taking the envelope I opened it and extracted the note.
Dear Gil,
Pierre and I are in town for a few days, we would like to invite you and Grant to have dinner with us tonight if convenient. We thought, perhaps seven for seven-thirty at the Imperial? If this sudden invitation doesn’t suit your plans, we can try to find an alternative time.
I trust all is well with you, and that Grant is comfortable with your new status. Pierre is eager to meet him, and I would like to have the opportunity to discuss your having the opportunity to discover what you will be responsible for once you fully assume the mantle of Fontleböm of Fontlebois.
There are several deeds and other legalities we must complete, which we can discuss over dinner.
Cedric will wait for your reply.
In anticipation,
Gus
“It seems we’re invited to dinner this evening.” Laying the note on my desk, I smiled at Cedric. “Would you like a coffee while I write a reply?”
“Very kind of you to offer, sir.” Cedric smiled. “I’d prefer a tea if I may. If you’ll show me where the kitchen is, I can make it myself. Perhaps you’d care for a cup yourself?”
“You’re the guest here, Cedric.” I smiled. “Have a look around at the paintings if you like, I’ll do the necessary.”
“I can’t possibly accept, sir. I’m your valet, not a guest.” He smiled. “I’m a servant by choice — your servant. I’ll make a tea and fetch you a coffee.”
Surprised and caught off balance by his response, I showed him where the tiny kitchenette was and busied myself with writing a reply to the invitation. Cedric reappeared silently and placed a perfectly made cappuccino next to me and then moved away with his cup of tea to study the paintings on display. It didn’t take me long to write an acceptance, having texted a message to Grant and received his confirmation that he had no evening class or outstanding assignments to complete.
“See anything that you like, Cedric?” Offering him the envelope, I smiled.
“Some fine work here, sir.” Taking the envelope he slipped it into an inner pocket. “I notice some work by Mr Grant. He has a great talent.”
“He certainly does — and not just in his painting and sculpting.” Hesitating, I asked, “You said you were my valet? I know you were in that role at Fontlebois, but that ended when I left didn’t it?”
“Oh no, sir. I was selected for the position. It’s an honour to be Valet to the Heir of Fontlebois and I have been waiting and in training for it for several years.” Pausing he watched me, his expression concerned. “I hope I did not displease you.”
“Displease me? Good lord, no!” Taken aback, I added, “It’s just … well I’ve never had a valet, or ‘servants’ for that matter. It’s going to take a little getting used to …” With a laugh, I said, spontaneously putting my hand on his shoulder. “I’m still not used to being the heir to an estate and title. I think I’m going to need a lot of training for my new role.”
“It will be a pleasure to help and guide you where I can, sir. Ivar is my partner, and hopes he will be acceptable as your partner’s valet.” I felt him relax under my hand.
“Then take a few minutes so I can get to know you.” With my hand on his shoulder, I steered him to the client seating corner. “Please sit down with me and tell me about yourself.” Smiling as we sat, I said, “As I understand it, a Valet has some very intimate contact with the person he’s attending — I’d like to think we can have a better relationship than purely master/servant. I’d like to think we can at least be friendly, or better, friends.”
“I understand, sir, and we’d like that.” Seating himself carefully, he waited.
“You said you were selected? Who by? And how did you come to be at Fontlebois?” I recalled Gus telling me that youths who needed ‘saving’ found their way there.
“Mr Meredith found me, sir. I’d been living wild in the district around Gruntt.” He grinned. “Hiding in barns, stealing eggs and anything else I could eat while the farmer or the grocer weren’t looking.”
“Are you from the town?’”
“No, sir.” His face closed. “I grew up … somewhere a long way from Gruntt, though that is where I was born. When Mr Meredith found me I’d run away from — my stepfather abused me, sir, and hired me out to his friends for their pleasure. When Mr Meredith found me … I was considering killing myself. The cliffs and the sea seemed a better option.”
“I’m glad he found you then.” I considered the handsome young man before me, his beautifully tailored dark suit a complete contrast to the skintight rubber he’d worn at Fontlebois. “And he ‘selected’ you for training as a valet?”
“Oh no, sir. He took me to Fontelbois, and they all helped me recover and learn to like myself and accept who and what I am. I belong there, sir. Like you, I am bound to the house and the estate.” His face became serious. “Cadow selected me, sir. And he helped me become … the person I am. He helps us all, sir.”
