Tonight Dave fucked me twice and as usual I've sucked him clean. Now we lie snugly together and chat. He tells me how he and another guy in the orchestra have been offered an opportunity to work for a much more renowned orchestra. I'm really pleased for him.
"My darling Dave that's terrific. It's what you deserve."
"So everyone says, but it mean's starting almost immediately."
"Well, why not?"
"The job's in California sweetheart. What about you?"
"No problem, I'll come with you." I can't understand his worry.
"No. You must finish your studies here."
"They do have universities in America you know? I'd love it in California."
"No Matt, you must do as you're told and stay here. There's no way you're coming with me."
"No, I won't. I'm coming with you."
"You're heading for a spanking if you go on like this. You'll do as you're told or else?"
"Please Dave. You can't leave me. I'm coming."
"You've asked for it boy."
Without further warning Dave jumps up, sits on the edge of the bed, drags me over his knee and starts spanking my bare bottom. Harder and harder until my eyes fill with tears and run down my face. I hug his naked body tightly, whimpering and sobbing.
"Now go and stand in the corner until I'm ready to tell you what is going to happen to you."
Standing facing the corner still sobbing, but knowing better than to rub my sore red ass, I begin to consider what Dave just said - I'll tell you what is going to happen to you. He's going to tell me, not discuss? Now I am worried. Even so he can't resist my hot red arse so I'm fucked again before we both go to sleep.
In the morning I again get fucked and I suck him clean. After breakfast he tells me.
"I've had a word with Doug Trent. He's made arrangements for you and will be calling to pick you up any minute, so get dressed. Better wear your suit and a tie."
"But Dave..."
"No buts, just do as you're told."
Fifteen minutes later I kiss Dave goodbye at the kerbside and get into the front passenger seat of Mr Trent's black Merc. We head out of London on the motorway. We're both silent although I'm bursting to ask what is in store. Halfway to Bath Mr Trent squeezes my knee.
"Don't worry Matt dear. I think this time I really have found you the ideal husband."
"Yes, but..."
"No buts dear Matt, this is a match made in heaven."
I seem to have heard that before and wonder! We turn off the motorway on a road heading towards Oxford.
"I've reviewed your progress with the various guys I found for you since we first met Matt and I think you're ready to move on. You absolutely love being submissive, being fucked, and being humiliated. Am I right?"
"Yes I do Mr Trent. Is it wrong?"
"Absolutely not. It's perfectly natural for a young man like you. Don't worry about it; enjoy it. It's in your genes. You don't really have a choice unless you want to lead an unhappy life."
"So what now?"
"Allow me to surprise you, okay?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Of course you do. If you don't like what's on offer I'll take you back to Dave's grotty little flat in town. Okay?"
Satisfied to some extent, I sit back and enjoy the beautiful countryside we're passing through. High summer in England, when the sun's shining, is my favourite season. We come to a road junction and immediately facing us are ancient wrought iron gates. They are wide open and Mr Trent motors up the long drive ahead. We come to the top of a rise and Mr Trent stops the car. Down in a shallow valley about half a mile ahead is a two-floor mansion. Old yellow Cotswold stone walls and roof. Close around it, carefully tended gardens and all surrounded by parkland designed by man rather than nature.
"If you choose Matt, this will be your new home. Penrose Hugh-Cavendish is a very rich man. Very rich indeed. Extremely handsome and only 36, he lives on his investments. If you choose to stay he will expect you to give up college, but not your studies, but what he will want to do is gradually extend your sexual boundaries until you fully satisfy his needs. How does that sound?"
I desperately need time to think. Looking at the mansion and comparing it with Dave's flat, there seems little choice. College is not that important. Expanding my sexual boundaries sounds very exciting. It wins the argument.
"Sounds okay to me Mr Trent."
"Good, but of course it depends on what Penrose thinks after he's interviewed you and sees you. And I mean sees you."
Shorthand for naked I assume. Not a problem for me.
At the door of the mansion a man greets us. At least I assume he's a man in his late thirties wearing a white shirt and green short pleated skirt above shapely shaved legs, white ankle socks and green suede shoes.
"Mr Trent and Mr Granger I presume? I'm Roxy, Mr Hugh-Cavendish's housekeeper."
Roxy ushers us into an entrance hall of amazing proportions. Very old furniture, army regimental colours hanging from the ceiling, a huge stone fireplace filled with fresh flowers and numerous suits of Tudor armour standing like sentinels around the room. Straight ahead is a wide elaborately carved wooden staircase leading to the upper floor.
"Mr Hugh-Cavendish maintains the whole of the ground floor as it was originally. His private apartment is on the upper floor. Please follow me."
Roxy's skirt is so short I can't help seeing his bare arse as we mount the stairs. Upstairs it's totally different. Thick carpeted corridors with rooms on either side. At the end of the corridor we enter a spacious tastefully furnished room with several windows overlooking the gardens.
"Please take those seats. I'll let Mr Hugh-Cavendish know you have arrived." Roxy points at two armchairs on one side of a coffee table. A third armchair on the other side of the table is obviously for our host.
We sit and wait. For at least thirty minutes by my count. Even Mr Trent starts looking at his watch. Roxy reappears.
"The Master will be with you shortly," announces Roxy and walks over to take his place behind the third chair.
I note Roxy has referred to her boss as Master and wonder what significance to read into that. When he does make his entrance I'm quite stunned by his magnificence. He's all I've ever dreamed of. At least 6' 3", broad shoulders and slim waist. Burnished auburn hair neatly trimmed with a parting. Steely blue eyes in a tanned fantastically handsome face. He's wearing white slacks with a thick leather belt and a pale blue shirt. I stumble to my feet, as does Mr Trent. Mr Hugh-Cavendish sits down and motions imperiously with his hands for us to resume our seats.
"First appearances Mr Trent and I'd say you've found me what I want, but we shall see." An upper class accent with a low rich timbre I find intensely sexy.
"He's certainly the most attractive and genuinely submissive young man I've come across for years, reports Mr Trent. But he's not entirely green and as you requested I arranged a number of placements to test his obedience and talents."
I turn towards Mr Trent open mouthed for an explanation. He shakes his head and puts a finger to his lips.
"Yes, I've read your reports and your latest assessment with great interest Mr Trent. Time to explain a few things to Mr Granger and then a few pertinent questions. Okay Mr Granger or may I call you Matt?"
"Please do... and any questions you like."
"The first thing you have to understand Matt is that I am the Master of this establishment. All members of my staff address me as Sir. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good. I don't care who the contractors employ who maintain the building or clean the ground floor or look after the parkland, that is their business. But my personal staff are all gay submissives. As you are too I believe?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good. I like to hear my staff declare themselves for what they are. And are you completely passive sexually?"
"Yes Sir."
"Not all my subs are passive so being a good Master I provide them with fuck boys just like you though none, I might add, so pretty. My stable lad has a passive assistant, as does my cook and gardener. If you join us you will be Roxy's assistant, but of course he doesn't fuck anyone. My Chauffeur fucks him, doesn't he Roxy?"
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."
"The last thing you need to know Matt is that obedience is the rule of this house. Anyone not obeying orders is punished. Spanking, strapping, caning, paddling and occasionally whipping. Usually by myself because I enjoy punishing subs and sometimes by my stable lad when I'm busy. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Sir, but I'll be good Sir."
"Being good won't be enough Matt. If I decide I want to spank you I will do so simply for my pure enjoyment and to make you red and ready for fucking. Isn't that what Dave always wanted?"
"Yes Sir." I realise Mr Trent's report must have been in detail.
"Okay. Now this is most important. Are you ready to have your sexual experiences expanded by me until you are doing things at the moment you would think gross?"
"What sort of things Sir?"
"You will see in time. The important thing is your readiness to indulge in any sexual activities I decide. If it makes it any easier, it may include torture, but will not involve blood, scat or harm to you physically."
"Yes Sir." Into the unknown! But I know I can't afford to hesitate and in anycase the whole idea excites me enormously. Just thinking about it has made my prick rock hard.
"No more questions. Now I must see you. Stand up and take off your clothes."
Knowing this was going to come I do as I'm told. I'm quite excited at the order. First my jacket which I hang over my armchair. My shirt and tie. My shoes and socks. Finally my trousers which I fold and hang over the chair back.
"Stop there," Sir orders.
I stand in front of him wearing my pair of pink panties and showing my erect prick inside them. Sir places his hands on my hips, turns me around, squeezes my buns, runs a finger down my crack and then swings me back to face him with one hand stroking the length of my hardness.
"Beautiful. Altogether beautiful. Are these women's panties Matt?"
"Yes Sir." "Why are you wearing girl's knickers Matt?"
"Dave insisted I wear them Sir."
"To satisfy your feminine tendencies?"
"I suppose so Sir."
"That's not an answer Matt. Tell me, do you have feminine tendencies?"
"I guess I do Sir. That's why I like being fucked by real men."
"Like me?"
"Very much so Sir. I'll do anything you want Sir."
"Very good. So take off your girl's panties and lie face up on this coffee table."
My prick stands up like a flagpole, as I lie spread-eagled and naked in front of Sir, Mr Trent and Roxy. Sir pulls my legs further apart, feels my shaved balls and crotch.
"Just as any sub boy should be. Completely smooth."
His hands move to hold my shaven engorged prick.
"You're quite well endowed Matt. Lovely penis."
Sir slowly rolls back my foreskin until I am fully exposed to him and the other eager watchers. How I love the feeling of humiliation. My prick twitches. His hands move over my belly and his fingers and thumbs fasten on my nipples. He twists and pulls them into erection and then twists them even more viciously. I writhe, moan and cannot help start crying. He clearly loves seeing my pain and continues tugging on my tits. As my tears flow profusely Sir moves his hands to my face, collects my tears in his palm and offers them to my mouth. I suck them in and the fingers of one of his hands invade my mouth. I suck on them like a calf on an udder.
"Turn over boy and spread your legs wide apart."
My hard prick presses against the tabletop as I turn over and spread my legs as ordered. I'm enjoying this. Sir's fingers, wet from my mouth, invade my anus and finger fucks me till I'm whimpering out loud. This obviously turns him on and he inserts what feels like at least four fingers into me. Is this his thing I wonder? To stop me wriggling he places one hand on my neck and continues finger fucking me hard. So hard I feel myself on the verge of shooting my load. Perhaps he realises it too and stops probing my hole. I lie there waiting.
"Stand up Matt and come and sit on my lap."
He's such a big guy I feel quite tiny as I flop down in his enveloping arms. He kisses me hard and long and I suck on his demanding tongue as it reaches deep into my throat. His hand is under my bare bottom and one or two fingers are fucking me. Wow! I've always loved being naked in a clothed guy's arms as he kisses and makes use of me. He pulls away from the kiss, but continues finger fucking me in clear sight of Mr Trent and Roxy. This only adds to the thrill of being finger fucked in public.
"This little thing is everything you said Mr Trent and I think everything I wanted." "You're right Penrose. It would have been quite easy to find an effeminate man for you. But what I think you'll appreciate about Matt is that except for the occasional camp gesture, he is not an effeminate young man in any way. Except he is, beneath the service, very feminine and most important wants to be treated as a woman."
"A little girlyboy wife to share my bed and obey my orders. Is that what you are Matt?"
"Yes Sir. That's just what I am Sir and I will be very obedient and do anything you say."
"Yes I think you will Matt. Now Roxy I want you to go and buy an outfit suitable for our first night together. Off you go."
Roxy trips out of the room and Sir cuddles me even closer, smothering my face, shoulders and tits with kisses and squeezing my balls and hard prick with one hand as he finger fucks me with the other. I notice Mr Trent smiling contentedly as I respond with baby like gurgles of appreciation.
"He's going to be my shaven and naked lap dog Mr Trent. Do you think he'll enjoy that role as my puppy?"
"Given training and encouragement I'm sure he will. It will be new to him, but he seems keen to have his sexual horizons extended."
"Then perhaps this is the time for him to meet the other pup you found me?"
Sir disengages his fingers from my anus, presents them to my mouth to be licked clean and then picks up the phone at his side and punches in a number.
"That you Fletch? Okay, bring in that pup of mine on a leash. I'm in the living room."
"I presume he's fully trained by now," said Mr Trent.
"After four years I should hope so. And I still can't thank you enough for finding Mano for me. One interesting point, although he's totally submissive to me or Fletch when we fuck him, he is quite capable of fucking, As Roxy would testify if he was here."
"It was my pleasure to discover him. There he was on a beach in the south of Spain waiting to escape from life as a waiter. I knew he was right for you, but we did had a very enjoyable few weeks before I handed him over to you. Hope you notice that I've matched their ages? Both 24."
"You're an absolute wonder Doug!"
First time Sir had called Mr Trent by his first name. I realise they go back a long way. A tap on the door.
"Come in Fletch."
The door opens and a handsome, stocky, thickset guy in riding clothes enters. Probably in his 40's. If this is Fletch I decide he's quite sexy. At his side on all fours a young attractive guy similar in build to myself, but much more muscular and darker complexion with close cropped black hair. He's naked except for a leather collar around his neck and he's completely shaven from the neck down with an almost black erect six-inch cock bobbing between his legs. Fletch leads him by a leash until he's between Sir's legs. He looks up eagerly, his tongue licking his thick sensuous lips. "Hi Mano. Nice to see you."
Sir stretches out his hand and Mano licks it as a pet dog might.
"Good boy. What do you think of my new lap dog?"
"Isn't he very pale Sir."
"To contrast with you fuckboy. Give him a kiss."
Sir lifts me forward and Mano kneels up straight and kisses me on the lips. He dives his tongue into my mouth and I suck on it until Sir Pulls me back onto his lap.
"I hope you're both going to be good friends. Pups need friends their own age. So I think it's time you got acquainted."
Sir pushes me off his lap and as he does so slaps my arse cheeks.
"Go over near the window and get down on your hands and knees Matt."
Mano slowly approaches me and proceeds to sniff and then lick my face, goes under me and sniffs my crotch and runs his tongue around my scrotum and up and down my erect prick. He pushes my foreskin back with his lips and sucks my knob. I'm in heaven receiving this attention and realise more correctly that I must look like a bitch dog on heat by the three guys watching. And they are watching intently, taking pleasure in the behaviour of their two young pups. Mano moves on and sniffs my arse. Really sniffs before parting my cheeks with his hands and applying his wet tongue to my hole. He licks my hole and I shiver with delight.
"That's it Mano, pretend he's your bitch and fuck his rosebud with your tongue just like Fletch fucks you." Sir sounds insistent.
Mano's rough hard tongue is almost like a stiff cock as he plunges it in and out of my hole. Again I'm almost on the verge of shooting my load. But Mano has other intentions and I feel his hands on my back as he stabs at my hole with his hard cock. He yells out in pain as Fletch straps his backside with the leather leash.
"That fuckhole's mine," declares Sir loudly. "Get on your hands and knees and lets see if Matt has learnt how to be a friendly puppy. Get to it Matt."
I sniff and lick Mano's face, go under him and sniff his crotch and run my tongue around his scrotum and up and down his erect cock. It's a lovely cock I could lick all day. I push back his foreskin with my lips and suck on his beautiful bright pink knob. What a pity he hadn't been allowed to fuck me. Remembering my duties I move around to his backside. What a butt! So rounded, brown and luscious. I part his cheeks with my hands and there is this delicious ping anus winking at me. I lick at it, up and down, up and down. Wet it looks even more enticing and I probe it with my tongue. In and out. I can hear Mano moaning and gasping with excitement. Now he's on heat too. Two randy pups ready for anything, but desperate for release. Sir solves the problem.
"On your back Matt. Sixty-nine position Mano. Both get working you fuckboy bitches. Show us what you can do."
Following Mano's example I swallow his hard cock down my throat as he does the same to me. Being underneath Mano it's made clear by Sir that I'm in the more submissive position, but this only adds to my excitement as we both perform to please Sir, Mr Trent and Fletch. Our cum flows and I swallow Mano's gushes of semen down my willing throat.
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