Keepers of the Flame Chapter 4
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Chapter Four
Daylight was poking through the curtains as insistently as Red's cock was poking between my thighs; the damned thing was like a battering ram hitting the underside of my marble pouch. I lifted my leg to release it and Red tried to reposition it on my hole, so I just turned over on my back and wagged a finger at him in the no-no motion.
"What time do you reckon it is?" I asked. He fumbled on a side table for his pocket watch and proclaimed it to be 7:40.
"I suppose we should go find some breakfast" he said, rolling over and standing with that big cock outlined against the sun filled window. Looking at him had gotten mine hard as well. I stood and pulled on my shirt and stuffed it and my softening sausage down into my pants. Red reached for his shirt and caught a whiff of his own odor.
"Whew! After breakfast we should go over to the gentlemen's club. We can get a proper shower bath there" he said, "and bring your duffel, there's a laundry nearby, we'll get our clothes washed while we are otherwise occupied."
We stopped in Red's preferred breakfast spot `The Harbor Master' and ordered a hearty breakfast, then made our way to his club. Upon starting into the locker room, he flagged one of the attendants down and asked the young man for two lounging robes and for someone to port our bags down to the laundry. We stripped down and added the clothes we had on to our bundles just as the boy showed up with the robes and towels. Red snapped open his leather coin purse and tipped the boy for lugging our clothing to the laundry for us. I followed his lead as he walked naked down the hallway and into a room halfway down the hall.
The men waiting in the room gestured for us to get on the two waiting tables and began giving us a grand massage. Everything here appeared to be strictly above board, no horseplay. After our massage, Red led me into the next stage which was a steam room. We sat on the wooden benches with two other men and a couple of young boys. The two boys looked to be just in the throes of manhood; small patches of wispy hair circling the tops of their penises. I had leaned my head back and was in that stage between awake and sleep when I felt a hand on my cock and my foreskin being drawn back. Startled, I jumped and that's when I found the dark-haired boy's hand wrapped around my member, giving it a squeeze. The two older fellows on the lower bench had taken leave and the blonde boy was quite occupied trying to get Red's thick dick in his mouth to no avail. The boy turned around and picked up a grease pot and slathered some on his hole and on Red's enraged peter. He backed up and started pushing himself down onto the penis; it clearly wasn't his first time.
My attendant, meantime. began to suck on me quite nicely, and seeing his friend's actions spurred him into the same. In a flash, he'd greased me up and sat facing me as my cock went in all the way until he was seated on my lap with his throbbing five inches pulsing against my stomach. I watched his face as he showed a little uncertainty at first turning into what appeared to be contentment by the time he was settled. Judging from the way his hard nail was beating my abdomen in time with his heartbeat, I'd say he was indeed ready for a good fucking. He grabbed onto my shoulders and started bouncing up and down like mad; pushing his winkie inward against me on each lift. I don't know if it was my sweat, or if he was producing fluid, but it got very slippery between us.
When I looked next to us, Red had flipped his boy onto his back and was plunging away. I could hear the boy moaning and cooing in time with the slapping sound of flesh against flesh. Unused to all the visual and auditory stimulation, I was fast approaching my finish. The boy who was impaling himself on my seemed to be getting very close as well. I gave his ass a hard slap and when his hole tightened up, I began emptying my balls into the boy. As I was filling him, I saw a single line of white semen shoot out on my stomach, followed by dribbles running down his gorgeous little cock onto his balls.
Next to us, Red had buried himself all the way to the scrotum; holding the boy's hips. The blonde boy made a yelp almost like a whipped puppy and shot two strings of cum out onto his belly and shook like a leaf in the wind. After we caught our breath, we ushered our young companions into the shower room and we all cleaned off and out. After their cleansing, the boys ran back to the steam room, I suppose to find their nest patrons.
I offered to wash Red's hairy back for him if he'd do the same. He agreed, and I soaped him up and made sure to get between his meaty cheeks, but when I grazed his hole, he jumped and turned around wagging his finger, mocking my actions this morning. I smiled and waited as he rinsed then turned away so he could wash my back. He actually got the end of his finger into my hole before I was able to jump away.
"No, you don't, you old rascal, you" I said.
"Almost had you" he laughed.
We dried off and slipped on the robes but our laundry boy hadn't come back yet so Red suggested we go to the bar to wait.
"Go to the bar? I hardly think we're dressed for that" I said.
"We may indeed be overdressed, but modesty is the best policy" he said, "remember, this is a men's club. Men may be in any state of dress or undress anywhere here except the dining room. We are civilized after all."
The boy came back from the laundry around a quarter to one. We went back to the locker area and got dressed and made our way to the dining room for lunch; the steaks we had were cooked to perfection. I kind of hated to leave this club, but we left and after leaving our things back at Red's place we went out again. He had several errands to take care of and we combined those with a tour of the city for me. Although I had distant kin in this area, my home was Maryland, and upon my assignment to the lighthouse I had not done much exploring of the area. We strolled past grand homes behind ornate fences on a tree-lined street that looked almost like a green tunnel. He introduced me to several of his friends and associates, many of whom he intimated with a wink, frequented the same club we'd visited this morning. As it grew later in the afternoon, we tired of walking and went back to his townhouse and landed ourselves on the upstairs veranda to rest and talk. I'd be leaving in the morning to meet Davy at the hotel for the rest of our off days, so Red decided we'd have a grand time tonight. One of his society friends was having a soiree. I objected that I had no formal clothes to wear to such a thing, but he insisted he could outfit me and would not take no for an answer.
I felt rather silly dressed in black tails and shiny shoes, it was definitely not me. Nevertheless, off we went in a hired carriage, to one of those mansions we'd toured past earlier in the day. Everything had an air of even more opulence tonight under the lamplight. Inside, I was introduced around and Red said I should ask some of the ladies to dance. Two things I was not, ladies' man and dancer, intersected and I'm sure I was a horror to these fancy women, but they played it off well. After dinner, drinks and socializing for several hours, I was beginning to miss the solitude of the lighthouse. Red sensed that I was growing weary and we made our goodbyes and left for his place again.
I couldn't wait to get out of these posh restrictive clothes; stripping them off as we walked up the stairs. I slipped off the shoes and stood holding the bed to stabilize myself while I pulled the trouser legs off of my feet. While I was bent over, Red snuck up behind me and his greased middle finger stabbed into my asshole. I could feel his whole hand between my cheeks. I tried to pull away but he'd snaked his other arm around my waist. I started to get angry when I heard his pants drop to the floor. He pulled his finger out and quickly tried to replace it with his dick, but I clamped my hole shut as tight as I could; trying to get loose and away from him. That's when he punched me in the side, about kidney level, knocking the breath out of me. As I struggled to catch my breath, I felt the log making its way inside me. My ass felt like the fire of a thousand Hells.
"I told you I was going to make tonight a special night" he said softly, "and it will be once you've accepted what definitely IS going to happen."
I dropped to the bed trying to dislodge him, but he followed me down, his hot breath on the back of my neck. He was a completely different person, as if he was demon-possessed.
"Halfway there" he said, continuing his onslaught.
I tried to cry out but he'd thought of that possibility too and took off the tie he'd worn to the soiree and wrapped it around my head; plugging my mouth with his kerchief. All I could do is live with the wave after wave of pain as he kept pushing his huge tool into my ass. Tears of pain and rage ran down my face. Eventually, my sphincter seemed to give up and the pain lessened but he continued to rape me.
"Stop your crying! If a fourteen-year-old boy can take me, I know damned well you can" he spat.
The fourteen-year-old was willing and experienced I thought back at him. He rammed me for near a half hour before finally shoving his stick all the way into what felt like my chest and filling my ass up with his seed. When he pulled out and went to wash up, I shat the cum onto his hardwood floor. Then I quietly dressed in my own clothes, got my duffel and left his house before he could get back in the room. I felt sick and betrayed. I stumbled my way down the street until I caught a passing carriage for hire and had him deliver me to the hotel I'd intended to go to tomorrow. Luckily, they had the room available for the night tonight as well. I put my things in the room then made my way to the communal bathroom to wash away the filth of my rape. Afterwards, I went back to the room, crawled into bed and sobbed myself to sleep.
Lambodara 4/11/2021
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