Accepting our Cursed Positions
“I have brought you some supper, sir.” Cedric stood at the bedside. “Would you like to remove the suit? Perhaps wear something less restrictive?”
“Supper?” Sleep retreated and Grant stirred as I moved. I grinned, “Thanks, Cedric, but what is the time?”
“Almost ten pm, sir.” He smiled as I kissed Grant and released him. “I thought perhaps something light? To sustain you until breakfast?”
“Perfect.” Laughing, I peeled back the cover. “I’m starving! And I need …”
“The garderobe is behind the tapestry on your right, sir. The one this side of the door. I’ll release you from the suit when you’re ready.”
On the other side of the bed, Ivar was already easing Grant into a dressing gown as I hurried to the hidden ‘garderobe’ — a surprisingly modern toilet fitted inside the original alcove and ‘drop.’ On my return, Cedric helped me shed the suit and slipped me into a soft dressing gown matching Grant’s. A table and two chairs had been set up, and Ivar was already pouring a drink for me with Grant already tucking into a plate of delicious smelling and looking savoury pastries.
“These are fantastic,” Grant said as I sat and selected several from the platter offered by Ivar. “And just what I needed. Thanks Ivar and you too Cedric.”
Taking a bite out of the pastry I held, I swallowed.
“Fantastic doesn’t do it justice!” Turning to Cedric I asked, “this is amazing. Who makes these?”
“The pastry chef, sir. Alain. He’s an artist with pastry.” Producing a bottle of champagne, he presented the label. “I thought a Dom Perignon would be appropriate to celebrate your formal acceptance of your role.”
“I won’t argue, Cedric, but fetch glasses for you and Ivar. I insist you join us in one glass at least.” Holding his wrist, I added, “Especially tonight, and in this room.”
“If you wish, sir.” Hesitating, he smiled. “We’re both very happy to be privileged to be your valets, Sir. Mr Grant. It’s a real pleasure to share this with you.”
The Dom Perignon was perfect. Just the right temperature, and the perfect compliment to the delicate pastries and their filling. Cedric and Ivar sat discreetly together to one side of the fire with the plates as Grant and I cuddled on the bed, enjoying the food and the light chat with our ‘valets’.
“Cedric, Grant tells me these tapestries show the whole story of Guillaume and Cadow and a bit more.” Hesitating, I asked, “Can you show me and explain the images?” Laughing, I explained, “My beloved tells me he was shown them, but there wasn’t a lot I could see while I was strapped in that bondage throne!”
“Certainly, sir,” Cedric stood and waited for me to join him. “The tapestries run clockwise from the entrance,” he said leading me to the first.
From the bed, Grant watched, then joined us as we reached the last but one, and took my hand as Ivar joined Cedric and took his hand.
“In this panel, you see the squires, both fleeing harsh and abusive Masters.” He paused, touching one of the figures almost lovingly. I stared at the scene depicted near the bottom of the tapestry.
“They’re chained and …”
“Yes, sir. The chains were required because they stood accused of murder …” Indicating the last scene on the hanging, near the edge, he explained, “And here, you see them being found by Cadow, and he brings them to his Lord …”
Moving to the final hanging, he pointed to the top panel. The now freed figures knelt before the figures of Guillaume and Cadow, naked, each with a hand on the erection of the figure before them.
“They pledged themselves as the body servants of Guillaume and Cadow, sir, and Ivar and I are their heirs.” Kissing Ivar, he smiled, and indicated the final scenes. “Our role, as theirs was, is to serve you faithfully, in all ways. To attend you physically, to care for your wardrobes, to provide intimacy when you desire it — but above all to serve you as you serve the house, the estate, the legacy of the first Guillaume and Cadow.” Removing his codpiece, he knelt and Ivar knelt beside him. “We offer ourselves for the binding that Guillaume de Fontlebeau and his lover Cadow enjoyed with their squires, Edo and Oddo, sir.”
The final scene showed to two squires first having fellatio with Guillaume and Cadow, and then being fucked on their backs, their ‘masters’ above them. I stared at the tapestry for a long time, as Grant’s hand tightened in a gentle squeeze on mine. Leaning closer, he whispered, “Your ancestor told me that when our ‘squires’ offered, we must respond as he did.”
“What do YOU want, Cedric?” I reached for Cedric’s hand, and drew him to his feet. “I told you some time ago, I’ve never had a ‘servant’ as such, and I’m finding it difficult …”
“To bind myself to you, my lord.” Cedric smiled. “As you told me then, sir, as your valet I will have intimate contact with you frequently, so allow me to make that surrender. Take me as you see in the tapestry, sir.”
With a broad smile, Ivar nodded, giving his hands to Grant his erection rigid, as was Cedric’s.
“What ..?” I caught Grant’s nod, and took his hand. “Then we do it together, all four of us, on the bed.”
Cedric positioned himself on his back, his legs splayed, and his hairless genitals on full display. Next to him Ivar took the same pose as they took each other by the hand. Smiling up at us, they watched as we moved to position ourselves. Words were no longer necessary. This was clearly an act of submission for them, but more than that, it was also an offering of themselves — free and willing.
Reaching down, I fondled Cedric’s delicate scrotum, feeling his precious orbs beneath the loose folds of his sack. Lowering my face, I kissed the rigid shaft just above the point it emerged from his scrotal folds, drawing a sigh from him, and then I carefully sucked his sack and its delicate contents into my mouth, using my tongue to tease and separate them, savouring his musky scent mingled with his warm latex smell. After a few minutes of this, I released his ‘treasure’ and began to work my way up his shaft, licking, kissing, nibbling, and drawing sighs and moans as I did so from him.
Employing all the tricks I used on my beloved Grant — who seemed to be doing the same to Ivar — I worked my teasing way up to the point of taking Cedric’s taut ‘head’ into my mouth, and holding it there, used my tongue to tease his frenulum until, whimpering, he was writhing, straining to hold back … His cum filled my mouth in a large burst, followed by several more. I kept sucking until his member was completely limp, then I moved between his legs and he raised them to receive me.
“Thank you, Lord,” he whispered, his expression pure bliss. “Fill my pussy …”
Beside us, Grant was already fucking Ivar, the latter legs linked over my partner’s shoulders as Grant thrust into him. Under me Cedric’s legs curled over my shoulders as my glans began to stretch his muscle. He bit his lip as I entered, stopping as soon as I felt his inner sphincter grip my shaft just behind my swollen glans.
Looking down at his upturned face, I whispered, “Happy, Cedric?”
“Yes, my Lord. I am your valet, your page …” He paused as I sank my shaft deeper, biting his lip. “Ohhh … yes lord … yes … you are my … master …” His legs tightened as I began to thrust and he tightened his muscle. He’d lubricated himself well, and now I thrust into him gently, slowly increasing my pace as he gripped my arms with his hands and thrust his opening against my thrusting member.
My ejaculation was shattering. Truly a ‘little death’ as the French call it, and left me drained when I eventually withdrew. Cedric was immediately solicitous, loving, caring, concerned only that I’d found our intercourse pleasurable and satisfying. Somehow he and Ivar had managed position themselves so that Grant and I were now between them and face to face.
Like me, Grant was drained, yet incredibly happy, and we kissed. It was prolonged, tender and we drifted into sleep holding each other, with our ‘valets’ spooned to our backs and holding themselves against us. Slipping my hand between us, I found his member, and gently fondled it, then as it responded, repositioned it to trap it between my thighs and against my perineum.
His lips found my back and he kissed my skin, whispering, "Thank you, my Lord ..."
