Mother Maude's House of Boys: A Salacious Tale in Verse (Ff; fm; tease; denial; first; mast; oral; vag) By Neverlander (c) Jan 2013 Some time ago in London town There stood a roomy manse That sheltered boys of Wednesday's woe And straightened circumstance. They were the children of despair Late rescued from the streets, To live in warmth and comfort now And sleep between soft sheets. The mistress of this house of bliss, Whose name was Mother Maude, Before conversion seized her soul Had been a lusty bawd. She knew the evils men can do, She knew the nasty tricks That men resort to when they must Seek pleasure for their pricks. So Maude, on that same day when she Renounced whom she had been, Resolved to take in tender boys And save them all from sin. She gave the lads full leave to play, To romp, to play the fool, As long as they were careful to Obey one simple rule: To rise above their lowly births And not rejoin the dregs, At night they must forbid their hands To play between their legs. For Mother Maude did know full well That boys when at their leisure Will wander in temptation's lair And grasp their easy pleasure. Of boys there were a full half score, And though Maude had sharp eyes, As well as help around the place She needed willing spies. Five girls she hired, pretty maids, To sweep and clean and dust, And then at night to watch the boys To catch them at their lust. A single candle burned all night On each bedchamber wall, And through the keyholes girls would peek While passing down the hall. The boys all knew the rule, of course, And didn't want to fail, And so they struggled mightily O'er passion to prevail. Their plight was made the direr still, Their wills put to the test; The maids themselves were cause of this: O'er them the boys obsessed. For Maude decreed for every girl The costume she required. It was important that her maids Be fetchingly attired. More for herself than for the boys She exercised her flair For fashion that exposed the most Of tit and derrière. The maids were young, sixteen at most, Each one exceeding fair - All day the boys would stare at them And wish that they were bare! At night they'd lie abed and think Of this or that young goddess, Of tender flesh that almost 'scaped From tantalizing bodice. Each in his bed would clench his teeth And struggle to resist; But being just a boy he'd then Find heaven in his fist. The maidens, too, knew well the rule, They knew just why they spied. All naughtiness they must report, Maude must not be defied. But, truth be told, when if perchance A maid saw boy transgress, With bated breath she'd linger just To watch his hot progress. It was a treat for girls so young, So long before they wed, To see a lad expose his shaft And stroke its rosy head. They'd listen to the blissful sighs Of boys in passion's grip, Then reach between their girlish legs And into rapture slip. You'd think the maids would all keep mum To hold on to their fun; And so it was for four of five, But not, alas, for one. Elvira was the mistress' pet, Maude's favorite of the girls; She loved her for her clever tongue, Not just her jet black curls. Elvira's was the tongue that wagged Alone of all the spies; And that same tongue the one that flicked Between Maude's open thighs. What's this of Mother Maude, you cry, Is this propriety? Well, yes, to her it is, in fact - It is true piety. Well-churched she is, our Mother Maude, She knows the Bible's tales, From Eve and Adam's sinful fall Right through to Jesus' nails. The fault was Eve's, not Adam's, that Brought both of them to woe, Hence man is good, but woman not, She is by nature low. Thus, boys are pure, they must be taught, And from temptation led; While she, already damned, may lead Elvira to her bed! So one fine day Elvira came To Maude, but not to prattle. She had a story hot to tell, She'd come, in fact, to tattle. "Oh, Mistress dear, it's true I fear, I saw Tom's cock all bare! He rubbed it hard and as I watched It spurted in the air!" "Oh, what!" cried Maude, "can this be true?" All seething in her ire. "We'll watch you squirm, my bonny lad, Your feet shall feel the fire!" She gathered round the maids all five For heavy consultation. She told them how one boy, this Tom, Had yielded to temptation. The girls feigned shock, "Alas, oh no!" On hearing Maude's narration. (Though each to her delight had seen Tom in his delectation.) "His penis spurned my gifts, my weal, It spit upon my rule!" A smile then spread across her face, An evil one, and cruel. Now, Maude had once a wanton been, As we have lately said. She'd learned to keep men hot and hard And moaning in her bed. She knew them all, from boys at school To roughnecks on the docks. She knew their needs, their lusts, their wants, And how to tease their cocks. "I have a plan, I'll now explain Just how you shall proceed. That boy will rue the day that he Felt free to spill his seed!" "We'll bind him fast, both hands and feet, So he can't thrash or kick, And we'll make sure he cannot reach To touch his little dick." "And then, my girls, it's up to you To make the rascal pay: With taunting smiles and wicked wiles Torment him through the day!" "Display to him your girlish charms, Your bodies firm and young; Then purse your lips as if to kiss And lick them with your tongue." "And if you've done your job quite well This is what to expect: His cock will rise up from his lap All stiff and hard, erect." "The best is yet to come, my dears, For now he'll feel the sting: If you do play your parts aright He'll groan, his cries shall ring." "Because of how you've teased the boy, The way he's been provoked, He'll be in desp'rate need by now To have his penis stroked." "He'll twist and turn to reach his cock But ropes will grip and pinch, The bindings will allow his hands No closer than an inch." "Then when you've watched him writhe in vain And smiled at his frustration, With coos of pity you'll reach out To offer sweet salvation." "Or so he'll think as your soft hand Wraps round about his prick, Then gives it just a little tap And moves away: a trick!" "The wisp of pleasure from your touch That seemed about to please Shall serve to deepen his despair And drive him mad with tease!" And so they fell upon the boy And lashed him to his bed, Two girls held arms, two sat on legs, Elvira held his head. And after Maude had tied his bonds They left him to his plight, To plan the ways that he would ache All through the day and night. "Now you, dear Katie, you have got Such lovely bouncing tits, Undress for him at one o'clock, It's sure to give him fits!" "And Gwendolyn, your tongue is sweet, It's pink and lithe and quick, So you'll go in at two and give him Just one little lick." "Dear Elsie, you'll steal in at night To suck him in his sleep, And when he wakes and begs for more You'll leave him there to weep." And so the girls set in on him Each one a little bitch. Was he in heaven or in hell? He surely knew not which. They teased and taunted, petted him To see where it would lead. And when his cock rose trembling up They mocked him, and his need. Sweet Katie swung her soft pink nips Just inches from his face, While fingertips with merest touch Around his prick did race. Gwen used her tongue in just the way That Mother Maude had taught: She smiled and licked her lips and then A flick, a swirl, then naught! Elvira was the worst by far Her tricks were cruel and tougher. She tempted men, seduced them, and She loved to make them suffer. She laid herself between Tom's legs And then began to blow, Her breath so warm along his shaft, A tantalizing flow. He begged and pleaded, thrashing now, He writhed upon the bed, While she sent puffs of warm wet air Around his penis head. She knew the torment that she caused, Exquisite and sublime. She wanted his sweet agony To last a long, long time. And when she finally turned to leave She looked at him and said, "It really is too bad that I Can't stay to give you head!" She laughed to hear him whimper so As out the door she went. She knew vain reaching for his cock Would add to his torment. Now, Bridget was an orphan lass, Her Mum and Da deceased. She'd crossed the sea just to escape The groping of her priest. She'd come to Mother Maude to ask If she might find employ. And Maude at once said yes - this girl Was one that she'd enjoy. For Bridget was a striking girl, Her breasts were high and lush, Her arse was firm and round and wide, Between her thighs red plush. This last Maude could not see, of course, But thus did she surmise: Since Bridget's hair was red and wild The rest is no surprise. So now it fell to Bridget's lot To be Tom's last torment. She pitied him, but she was young, And offered no dissent. She went into his room resolved That she would seal his fate. He'd think of her and no one else Should e'er he masturbate! Poor Tom was in a sorry state, Disheveled and undressed. The boy was drained, or wished to be, His penis sore distressed. She looked his body up and down, So racked by mad frustration. On seeing her his cock jumped up In vain anticipation. On seeing this she said to him, "Now, what does this tell me? It means your lesson's not quite learned, I'm sure you will agree." "Oh, Tom, what shall we do with you To cure your sorry plight? I think I know what makes you do The things you do at night." "I've seen you peeking, Tom," she said, So coy, the little flirt! "I know just how it makes you feel When you look up my skirt." "We girls all know just what you want, You naughty little boys. It's fun to make you want it more, Our panting little toys!" She sat herself upon his desk, Prepared to play the tart. She raised her knees and then her skirt And spread her legs apart. He stared at her, he moaned aloud To see her spread so wide. Through knickers sheer and tight he saw Almost what lay inside. "Is this what you so longed to see, My nasty little boy? And would to see a little more Be something you'd enjoy?" She grinned at him and licked her lips, Each hand upon a breast. "Would it excite you, get you hot, To watch me get undressed?" Poor Tom just whimpered, held his breath, As quiet as a mouse, And stared at Bridget's graceful hands As she undid her blouse. She smiled at him and held his eyes As she removed her skirt. She licked her lips and squeezed her breasts To taunt him, make him hurt. She bent down to his fevered lips And placed a tender kiss. "You don't know why you're punished? Well, Because you touched like this..." Tom's heart beat fast, her hand moved down, He watched its slow progress. She took his cock and fondled it, A teasing, soft caress. "So is this why you touch yourself, Because it feels like this?" She stroked him gently up and down, His eyes now closed in bliss. It's time for me to leave, she thought, It's done, now, is my chore. I've given him a little taste, I've got him wanting more. But, then, it surely could not hurt To stay a little longer. There's something more that I can do To make his lesson stronger. "I want to teach you something, Tom," She said as he lay mute. "I'll show you why your hand is such A sorry substitute." All naked now she straddled him His warm cock in her hand. "I'm sure that what we do right now Will make you understand." She guided him between her legs, She let him slip inside, But just an inch, just in and out, A teasing little slide. "Now, there's a lesson for you, Tom, I'm sure you've understood, Your naughty game, your stroking hand Will never feel that good!" She let him slip once more inside To add to his ordeal. "In vain you'll stroke your cock because It's this you'll never feel." Now, really, that's enough, my girl, She gave herself advice. You must leave off right now, and yet It does feel aw'fly nice! She looked down at the writhing lad And pity moved her soul. Well, just a little more won't hurt, But see you keep control! She settled down on his stiff prick, As he thrust up to push Into her slick and sucking cunt Below her scarlet bush. Sweet pleasure thrilled his ravished shaft As up and down she went. But then she halted at the top And smiled at his lament. Now, true, she was a kindly girl, It was her joy to please. But for all that it pleased her now To be a little tease! She raised herself and as she did His throbbing cock fell out. "Oh, could it be that you want more?" She murmured with a pout. "Oh Miss, oh please, don’t stop I pray, That makes me feel so sweet!" "Well, since you are a courteous lad I’ll thank you with a treat." She stood and ran her hands along His body, bound and bare. Her fingers lingered at his pubes, So young, without a hair. Excitement flushed his features and His cock shone rosy red, As Bridget bent between his legs, As he lay bound and spread. Soft lips now nuzzled gently on The tip of his hard prick, Her tongue ran up and down his shaft And fluttered, flick, flick, flick. She lay down then between his legs And used her mouth all night To taunt and tease and pleasure him Until dawn's early light. And when the time for mercy came, Her lips all flecked with foam, She took him fully in her mouth And sucked him gently home. Now Bridget ran to tell her friends How she had made Tom spout! She told all other maids but one - Elvira she left out. "It was so sweet to pleasure him, He whimpered so, and cried. And, oh, how sweet it felt to me To draw him deep inside!" The girls embraced a new resolve That henceforth every night Each maid would join a boy in bed To everyone's delight! But so enraged would Mistress be Should she hear this, forsooth! And so the girls left Mother Maude Unburdened by the truth. His penance done, Tom was released, But Maude was not content. All boys will sin and so they need Preemptive punishment. Imposing now strict discipline With all her wicked guile, Elvira picks a boy each night For teasing and denial. She tells the Mistress of each lad, Of how she tortures him. And Maude lies panting, sighing as The vixen licks her quim. But every other night each boy Now gets a teasing suck. And if he's lucky has as well A gentle girl to fuck. (Except for Jack and Lem, that is, Each closer than a brother. The girls allow them privacy To play with one another.) So now contentment reigns for all Throughout Maude's house of boys. One hears therein the sighs of those Left to their diverse joys! ---------- tim_cravin@yahoo.com