The Hunt

Chapter 6 - The Trophy’s Role

Uncle Artus smiled as I entered the large crypt escorted by two servants. “Welcome to my domain, Boy. His Lordship is well pleased with you.”

I grinned, my butt was slick with his lordship’s latest deposit and filled with a large tapered plug. “You could have shown me the pleasure to be had from a good fucking as part of that, uncle.”

“What? And ruin you for your Master? No, he needed to show you that himself.” Moving forward he hugged his nephew. “Now we must prepare you for your presentation tonight. His Lordship has ordered a special costume for you, one that will show your assets to perfection.”

“What, and remove this prison that holds them at present?”

“Yes. They’ll be displayed for all to see, and the rest of you as well.” Studying the outfit his lordship had bid me wear to travel, he nodded in approval. “I see you are comfortable in your trophy uniform. That is good. A sign you accept your role. You are content with his lordship’s ownership?”

I nodded. “He is … I am … He treated me with great tenderness during the night and this morning.”

“That is good. He is generous, but he is also extremely creative!” Squeezing my hand, he added, “He is much taken with you. You are lucky indeed to have been taken by him, you will have an interesting and very fulfilling life now.”

I laughed. “He fills me, okay. I am well filled with his sperm as I stand here.”

“And he’ll see you are never without it, of that you may be sure.” Drawing me toward an inner room, he said, “Now we must prepare you for display.”

The preparation of me took a while. Having stripped me completely, I was given a jar of sweets smelling cream and told to coat my body with it. When I showered some half hour later, my body was hairless. A further cream applied to my face suppressed my facial hair, and then my head was given a close cropping leaving me with only a short brush of stubble.

“You’ll find that more comfortable when tightly hooded. I will trim it regularly for you if his lordship decides not to allow you to grow it out.”

Running a hand through the fuzz, I grinned. “Well, I accepted the role, and my father’s debt is paid, plus a future secured for my brothers and their wives. This is a small price I think.”

“Price?” My uncle was preparing a harness that looked heavy and very clearly revealing, but restrictive. “I think you will consider your new position more reward than price, my boy. Yes, a reward. You will want for very little in his lordship’s service.” He began to fit the harness onto me.

It was heavy, and began with a collar from which everything else hung. Straps embraced my chest, holding steel rings in place to display and enhance my nipples, then a wide slave belt encircled my waist, with cuffs at my elbows linked the shoulder piece and the collar, and these in their turn linked by further straps to cuffs encircling my wrists.

Two straps then linked my crotch rings to the harness at the front and wide cuffs linked my thighs to the waist belt. Moving behind me, my uncle ordered. “Spread your legs and bend forward so I can insert the plug and fasten the under strap to your rings.”

“Yes, uncle,” I said, obeying the instruction.

“It’s a large one, and shaped to stimulate you.” He moved behind me. “You will find it distracting at first. Do NOT allow yourself to spill your spunk. Understand?”

Nervous now, I gulped. “Yes, uncle.”

“Address me as Steward or Gaoler, never as Uncle while you are his lordship’s trophy.” He fingered my hole. “Good, you are relaxed. Here it comes.”

“Yes … Ooooooh!” My cock went rigid as the strangely shaped device entered me and settled into place. I bit my lip and tried to focus on anything and everything except the intruder in my hole and my straining cock! “Gnnnnnnnnnuuuurrgh!”

“Straighten up slowly. Take deep breaths and recite nursery rhymes in your head. Shift your focus away from the sensations it is causing. Think of the most disgusting sight you have ever witnessed.” He watched me straighten myself. “Good boy. You will manage this.”

Very, very carefully, I did as he said. My head spinning, I steadied myself as the strange plug settled itself inside me. It touched places I didn’t know could be stimulated, and even when I was upright, pressed against my prostate in the most astonishing way. Through gritted teeth I groaned, “That thing is, unnngh, going to make me cum …”

“Don’t let it. Breath deeply, think of cleaning out the family septic tank, or clearing up the slaughter pen … Now I am going to fit the cock restraint to you …”

I groaned again as he very carefully fitted an ornate metal ‘cage’ to my cock, a moulded metal ‘cap’ concealing my swollen cock head, the ornamental filigree of the cage connecting that to my slave rings, and a metal pouch locking round my scrotum. 

In a trance, I let him fit boots to my feet, and felt the tops of these connect to the thigh cuffs. 

The dining hall was large and grand. Attached to a post opposite my lord’s seat, I was now the focus of the guests who filed in chatting merrily to their places. I did my best to remain absolutely still, but even then, every twitch of a muscle in my legs, or in my pelvic area, sent fresh waves of stimulation ripping through me. Through the hormonal fog clouding my brain, and my desperate attempts to stave off the desire to allow my cock to discharge its load, I watched my Master take his place at the table noting that a place remained empty at his side.

Looking at me, he smiled. “There, my friends, is the finest trophy we have yet taken in the hunt.” He paused as the attendees applauded. “And he is everything I could possibly wish for.” He signalled, and my uncle appeared at his shoulder. “Artus, bring him to me.”

Very, very carefully, I took the place indicated. “Yes, my Lord?”

He smiled. “You do well, my trophy. Very well, and I shall end your torment as a reward.” Waiting while a murmur died down, he looked me in the eye and asked, “Do you surrender yourself entirely to my use, care and protection for the five years stipulated?”

Fighting to prevent the ejaculation building in me, I bowed my head. “Yes, my Lord, I do. I, formerly Ben Cruag, of Bentwood, Mundania, do surrender my person entirely to your use and care.”

“My Lords, you have heard him. I accept his submission.” Walking round the table to where I stood,  he  smiled as Uncle Artus strapped me once more to the post. “And eager to give me the load you are barely holding back.”

“Y-y-y-es, my Lord.”

“Then you shall do so immediately.” Deftly he reached down, and the cap covering my swollen glans came away, to be replaced almost instantly by a tubular flask. Softly he said, “Let it come, my trophy. Release your offering. Let my guests see the prize I have won.”

His caressing voice, coupled with his hand slipping round my butt, and his fingers stirring the base of the plug overwhelmed my pent up desires. “Gnnnnnnggggg!” I gasped as my cock erupted. Only the cuffs and belts securing me to the post prevented me from falling as my spunk fountained into the receptacle.

His mouth found mine in a kiss, then he turned to the guests, holding the flask aloft. “Two hundred millilitres! Nectar!”

The guests applauded as he poured my cum into his mouth, then made me drain the last drops before engaging my mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue sharing my spunk as we kissed. “Artus, take him out, remove the plug, and then bring him back.”

On being returned to the dining hall, still harnessed, and with my cock still displayed in the filigree cage, I found myself seated beside my lord. Unlike all the other seats, mine was a bondage chair, so, though I was at the table, and dishes were placed before me, I was restrained and unable to feed myself.

Trying not to show my puzzlement, I kept my eyes on my plate, conscious of my lord’s presence, and the scent of his rubber mingled with his arousal. The food before me looked delicious, but there was no way I could eat it, strapped firmly to my chair.

“Open your mouth, trophy, I do not intend to make you go hungry. You are secured so I may have the pleasure of feeding you.”

“My lord?” I turned my head in surprise to see him holding a fork with a portion of the food on it.

“Are you not hungry?”

“I am, my lord.” Opening my mouth I accepted the food, then several more mouthfuls. The taste was unbelievably good, unlike anything I had eaten at home, though it appeared to be the same food we normally consumed — just far better prepared and presented.

He laughed. “I was right, you are a rare catch. And now I intend to give you the life you were intended for.”

Never had I expected to be treated like this! It confused me, but then I thought of Uncle Artus, and how he had returned to our home, well dressed, with money in his purse, and skills he’d not shown before. And now here he was, Steward to his Lordship, and unquestionably master of his Lordship’s estate.

In a daze I listened to the conversations, ate the food fed to me, and drank what was offered. At the end of the dinner, he signalled the rubber suited attendants. “Take him to my chamber. The Steward knows what I expect.” 

As they moved to release me from the chair, he leaned across and kissed me. “Trust me, my trophy, your uncle knows what I wish for.”