The Confirmation
Gus was waiting in the Great Hall, wearing tight plum coloured rubber leggings, black calf length boots, a loose white rubber shirt and a mustard rubber jacket. The walk across the park took a little longer than on my first visit. In part because Grant wanted to stop and admire the house, but then because all the staff, about forty men of all ages, lined the route we took and applauded as we walked by.
“Welcome to your confirmation as the heir, Gil, and successor to Cadow, Grant.” Kissing both of us, he said, “Gil, I’ll install you first, then Cedric will be in attendance in the adjoining crypt when Guillaume dismisses you.” Smiling at Grant, he continued, “Once Gil is in the crypt, I’ll take you and Ivar to Cadow’s Tower. Gil will be brought to you there when he’s finished here.”
Following Cedric I made my way cautiously down the steps to the crypt, and then to the smaller ‘chamber’ at the furthest end where the pair of catafalques stood side by side.
“Go in, Gil, kiss both effigies on the mouth, and Cadow’s erection.” Gus was behind me. “Then do as I explained.”
“Guillaume will …” Recalling the ghostly figures in the tower, I nodded. “I understand …”
“Good. Cedric will keep watch from the entrance. If you need assistance, call.” Gus patted my back as we stopped. “You’ve applied the lubricant?”.
“Yes. Liberally, as you suggested.”
“Good. Kiss him first, then offer him your penis. When he responds, you may proceed.” He smiled. “He’ll chain you to himself, and you will spend the rest of the day giving him the pleasure his master always gave him.”
“If he doesn’t respond?”
“He will.” He chuckled. “He will respond, of that I’m certain.” Patting my butt, he said, “On your way. You have no idea what pleasure awaits you.”
“I guess I’m about to find out,” I retorted. Turning, I made my way into the chamber, now softly lit with long tapers and oil lamps. It felt warm and welcoming as I made my way to the tomb of my namesake Guillaume. Stopping at it’s right side, I bowed. “I present myself as the heir to Fontlebois, sir. May I have your blessing to proceed?”
For a moment nothing happened, then I heard a whisper, “Cadow will receive you.”
Bowing again, I thanked the effigy, then moved round to where I could face the reclining youth. “Cadow, I believe myself to be the true heir and successor, will you prove me?” Bending, I kissed the marble lips, and got a shock. The marble was warm and pliable, and responded to the kiss.
“I welcome you, Guillaume.” The voice was young, lilting, warm and full of yearning as it said, “You know what must be done.”
“As you desire.” Carefully I presented my erection to those now soft and moving lips, and felt my cock drawn into a warm, moist mouth. I moaned softly as he worked my cock, knowing I must not surrender my sperm too quickly, but slightly alarmed at how the marble effigy seemed to be coming to life.
By the time I could no longer hold myself back, the effigy had become a living, breathing youth. Draining my now softening cock, he smiled up at me. “Now you must impale yourself on my erection, Guillaume. I may discharge my seed only into the true heir. You are he, prepare to receive me.”
“First I must pay homage to your penis.”
“Indeed. I await you.” His smile was gentle as was his touch.
I knew the ritual. Gus had explained it well in the city. Kneeling, I kissed the heavy scrotum, then the now warm and pulsing shaft at its base, then the sweet spot just beneath the piss slit, and finally, full on the tip itself. “Impale me, Cadow, take your pleasure in me.”
Clambering onto the slab next to him, I positioned myself, found his rampant erection and guided it into position to penetrate me. Then, carefully I pushed myself onto his rigid cock. A tremor passed through the marble, and suddenly it was warm, living flesh.
His mouth found my neck, and his kiss lingered. “Only the Fontleböm heir has the power to release me from my enchantment as fully as this. Now we must be bound together for a time.” Then he said, “Accept the chains that bind us, and bind you to Fontlebois.”
I sighed. “I accept them gladly.”
Metal cuffs encircled my bound wrists and my ankles, a metal collar encircled my neck and chains linked me to a heavy belt worn by the youth now fucking me, his arms around me, his wrists fastened to mine.
“Until sunset we are bound. Until then I will pleasure you as I pleasured my Lord Guillaume, and you will pleasure me. At the sunset, all will know that you are the heir and you will go to your lover, Grant, and spend the night with him in the bed I shared with my Guillaume.”
His lovemaking was long, slow and gentle. I was fully hard again when he finally came deep inside me with a long drawn sigh.
“Thank you, Guillaume.” His voice was a whisper. “Now I may share with you the reason for my state.” He paused. “I fell in love with my Lord Guillaume the first time I saw him, and determined I would have him and no other as my master and lover immediately — but my master was already the Warlock Mage Gwyndowr. So I worked a stolen charm upon Guillaume, thinking that if he stole me and made me his, Gwyndowr would reject me. But Gwyndowr was a jealous man and vowed to recover me. Guillaume hid me from all in the tower, beyond the magic of Gwyndowr to find me.”
He moved gently, and one hand, now free, began to stroke my erection, his own hardening again in my butt. In a dream-like voice he continued his story.
“We were eventually betrayed, and Gwyndowr, furious when I defied him, declared he would curse my beloved to be a eunuch.” The voice stilled. “I convinced him it were a better punishment to bind us together, give Guillaume an insatiable appetite for my body, and to place upon me the task of forever being my lover’s sexual partner, to be at the service of his heirs, all of whom would be man lovers, and all, as we were, seeking our sexual pleasure in exotic ways.” He paused again. “So now I rest below us, until such time as a new heir is to be anointed with my seed. I am the source of the curse … not my beloved Guillaume …”
“No, Cadow, there is nothing for you to apologise for. We are as we are, and here we can live in comfort and undisturbed by those who don’t approve of our sex or our tastes.” I caught sight of the effigy’s massive chastity belt. “Is that why Lord Guillaume always wore that …?”
“You are kind — as was my Guillaume when he learned the truth. Yes, he wore it to control himself, and I wore no covering so that I was always ready to give him the sex he needed.” Suddenly my restraints were released. “Allow me to enjoy your male organ in my mouth again, then I will be ready to fuck you again if you wish it.”
The second dose of fellatio was even better than the first, even though ‘Cadow’ never left the catafalque. Within the confines of the edges of the lid, we managed and the second time he fucked me was even better than the first.
“Now I must return to my endless sleep, I can feel the sunset approaching. Go to your Grant and show him your love. Your lives will be long and happy. Care for him as my beloved Guillaume cared for me …” The voice was just a sigh in the still air again.
I kissed the cooling marble, then stood, kissed the effigy of Guillaume and with a hand on my ancestor, I caressed Cador’s marble cheek.
“Thank you, Cadow, I will take care of my Grant … and of the responsibility for Fontlebois.”
Cedric met me at the door in the chapel, standing with a smile and a tray with a tall glass and a refreshing drink.
“Congratulations, sir. May I be the first to greet you officially by you new title, Fontleböm of Fontlebois.”
“Makes me sound like a pompous tit, Cedric.” I laughed. “And you have.” Grinning, I said, “Put that tray down, please, I have something I want you to do for me.”
“Certainly, sir,” putting the tray down, he faced me. “How may I serve you, sir?”
“You can come over here, put your arms round me and give me the sort of kiss I’m sure you enjoy with Ivar!” I grinned at his surprised expression. “Cedric, I’ve spent the afternoon making love with a statue-effigy that came to life and fucked me — twice! I need a reality check before I go to see what Grant has been doing …”
“If you wish, sir …” For the first time since I’d first met him and been dressed in that stunning rubber outfit in the underground garage, he dropped his ‘correct servant’ front. Grinning, he advanced on me, his codpiece showing his arousal and his smile warm. His arms embraced me as he said, “It’s a pleasure to do so, sir … Anytime you require …”
Damn, he really was a good kisser, and I was hard again as he released me.
“Ivar and I are proud to be your valets, sir, and love to be in your service … for anything you ask.” He offered the drink again. “I suggest you drink this, sir, and then I will take you to Mr Grant.” He smiled. “He will be very pleased to have you in his arms by now, sir.”
Taking the glass, I drank. He was right I certainly needed it. The sun had sunk below the horizon as we walked to the tower, though the long twilight still lit the courtyard. Ivar waited at the entrance to Cadow’s chamber, no longer in his Footman harness, boots and hood. Now he was dressed in the same full latex that Cedric wore. He smiled a greeting and kissed Cedric as they met. On impulse, I stopped, and took his hands.
“Ivar, thank you. I look forward to getting too know you as more than simply a valet.” My kiss took him by surprise, but he responded warmly.
“A pleasure, sir.” Glancing at Cedric, who slipped an arm round his waist, he said, “I think Mr Grant is going to be very happy as your partner, sir.” He grinned. “He’s waiting for you.”
