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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMBOYS
in
YOUNG ADONIS
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Chapter One
He was fresh from the wars and had earned much glory there. He
had seen men hacked limb from limb. Blood had been spilled around him,
some by his own sword, and he had waded in it, until he was knee-deep in
carnage. Broken bones and mutilated flesh had been his daily fare.
With Rome’s soldiers he had worked to advance the borders of the Empire.
Yet despite his medals, and his numerous honors, despite all
his eyes had witnessed and his body had endured, there was one matter
which was yet beyond his experience.
Adonis was a virgin. Lady Eglantine saw him in the market on
the day he returned from the wars. His medals shone on his chest and
his robes were newly cleaned and pressed. Yet despite his visible
accolades, she noticed an awkwardness in his bearing when a young woman
behind one of the stalls addressed him.
Lady Eglantine determined to help Adonis over this last
obstacle to his manhood. She drew close; she smiled at his uncertainty
when she addressed him. She saw one of his hands clasp the hilt of his
sword but she ignored it. She knew he did not wish to thrust his steel
into her; at least, not the steel hanging from his waist, that was made
of iron.
“I am having a party this evening,” Lady Eglantine told Adonis.
“I... do not know if the barracks would release me,” Adonis
answered.
“If I were to specifically request your presence, would you
refuse?” Lady Eglantine asked him.
“No,” Adonis said. “If I were ordered to attend I suppose I
must.” Lady Eglantine saw the rigidity of the pose his body assumed and
smiled.
“Then I shall expect you at seven,” Lady Eglantine told him.
“If orders from your sergeant do not arrive in time, nonetheless, I
expect you to be there.” She had welcomed soldiers home from other
wars, in previous years, and knew they always earned a week’s reprieve
from duty. No orders would be needed for Adonis to take leave from his
fellows. In fact, it was unlikely the sergeant would even be around to
give them.
Adonis nodded. He could tell by her bearing and her attire
that Lady Eglantine was a woman of considerable stature. Someone of her
rank would be able to get orders made and signed.
“I shall come, then,” Adonis said.
“Yes, please do,” Lady Eglantine answered. She plucked at his
robes and smiled. He drew back a little, hesitant, yet she could see by
the tautness of the muscles in his neck and arms that he enjoyed her
attention very much.
That evening, as the city of Rome settled into dinner, Adonis
hurried up the steps leading to the home of Lady Eglantine. She had
given him directions. He was surprised by the luxury of her home; broad
columns supported a roof that was decorated with an elaborately carved
cornice. Passing between the columns, he found himself in a garden.
Fountains splashed amidst lushly growing plants from Ethiopia.
Moving through the fragrant air, admiring the blossoms of the
plants, Adonis came to an interior structure. A servant met him. It
was a young man and he escorted Adonis within the walls of the secluded
inner house.
“Ah! There you are!” Lady Eglantine said. She was seated on a
reclining stone bench. Pillows lay thick upon it, cushioning her, and
Adonis saw that there were other benches too, each heavy with pillows to
give them the greatest comfort. “Please lie down,” Lady Eglantine
said. She gestured to a bench near hers and Adonis lay down. “Are you
hungry?” she asked him. Adonis nodded. Lady Eglantine turned to the
young man who’d met Adonis and spoke to him. “Please bring out the
feast,” she said. Adonis saw that the young man, though more slender
than himself, was of an agreeable build. It was, he supposed, only
right for a woman of Lady Eglantine’s stature to have a handsome young
man at her disposal. She herself was an elegant creature; not as young
as himself, or as young as the man attending her, yet still in her
prime.
Food was brought and Lady Eglantine and Adonis ate. The young
manservant ate with them. The conversation flowed freely and the
manservant was not discouraged from participating. He was, however,
deferential to Adonis, due to the honors Adonis had won in the recent
wars.
“He has shown great prowess with his spear,” Lady Eglantine
said to the manservant, whose name was Ronald.
“So I have heard,” Ronald answered.
“Well I owe my life as much to my shield as I do to my spear,”
Adonis said, his voice modest. “I do not savor slaughter.”
“But if it is necessary to have a go, then you are quite
willing?” Lady Eglantine asked.
“Of course. A man must do his duty,” Adonis answered.
They finished their dinner. The manservant cleared away their
plates and removed them to the kitchen. Adonis lay on the pillows of
his bench and enjoyed the full feeling in his stomach. Out in the
hinterland, fighting in the wars, there had been nights when the
soldiers had to go without dinner.
“Adonis, I should like for you to meet a young friend of mine,”
Lady Eglantine said. Adonis smiled and nodded. Lady Eglantine told
Ronald to bring in her niece.
Adonis’ eyes widened as a young girl was brought into the
room. She was clad in a soft, diaphanous robe. It left little to the
imagination. Beneath her gown he could make out the heavy gourds of her
breasts, uptilted and obviously quite young and new. Her belly, in
contrast to the fulness of her breasts, was flat and small, almost
concave, and Adonis could see the notches of her ribs above her belly.
>From the narrowness of her waist and the flatness of her belly, softly
curving hips flared out; broad enough for child-bearing and yet still
bewitchingly compact. It was as if her hips were half-caught between
childhood and womanhood. Then, under her swaying hips, long coltish
legs extended to the floor, thin and girlish, giving her bearing an
awkwardness which she could not conceal.
Adonis felt himself rise to attention in his private parts.
However uncertain he might be in sexual matters, this girl was more
uncertain still, yet pleasantly ready, it seemed, to learn, given the
voluptuousness of her figure.
“Wendy, please lie down and make yourself comfortable,” Lady
Eglantine told the girl. “There is a bench provided for you.” She
pointed. The girl’s eyes followed Lady Eglantine’s finger. She saw a
bench twice as wide as the one Lady Eglantine was reclining on. It was
wider too than the bench Adonis enjoyed.
“Madam, you are too kind,” Wendy said.
“Perhaps,” Lady Eglantine answered. “Did you have a pleasant
nap?”
“Yes, madam,” Wendy answered. She climbed onto the bench,
doing so rather sleepily, Adonis thought, like a lion cub returning to
the den. She stretched out upon the bench. She took one of the many
pillows from the bench. She squeezed it, as if cuddling a small bear.
She allowed her legs to stretch languidly upon the pillows. They lay
apart, like an open scissors. The girl seemed oblivious to the effect
her dell would have on Adonis.
“Madam, your niece is... very lovely,” Adonis said. He was
aware of a protuberance in his loins and he thanked himself for wearing
an undergarment under his toga. However the garment, while keeping him
modest, left him feeling rather pained. He shifted uneasily on his
bench, in sharp contrast to the listlessness of the girl.
“She is lovely but she is too little admired,” Lady Eglantine
said. “However I have trained her not to be shy within the walls of my
home, however frightened she may feel at the general decay of Rome
beyond these walls.” Lady Eglantine sighed. “So many men these days
are unsuitable.”
“Yes,” Wendy agreed. She squeezed her pillow and smiled at
Adonis. “Are you a soldier?” she asked, noticing the gleam of medals
upon his chest.
“Yes,” Adonis answered. Despite the girl’s youth and apparent
innocence he thought he sensed a mischievousness in her gaze. She was
precocious, even as she continued to persist in virginity. Adonis felt
himself become painfully aroused as he contemplated the girl.
“You look uncomfortable,” Lady Eglantine said to Adonis. “You
have not eaten anything that disagrees with you?”
“No,” Adonis answered. His voice rasped. He shifted on the
luxury of pillows beneath him.
Lady Eglantine called to the manservant. He entered, and
Adonis was shocked to see the young man had rid himself of all his
clothing below his waist. He still wore a gown over his chest.
However, his hips and legs were bare, except for a pair of shoes laced
up to his calves. His penis stuck forth with boldness, unhindered. His
balls swung freely between his legs. Wendy, with artless eyes, gazed at
him and yawned.
“She is accustomed to seeing Ronald in this manner,” Lady
Eglantine said to Adonis. “As am I. He has a particularly large
endowment and it would be uncivilized to require him to keep it pent
up.”
“Are you like him?” Wendy asked, staring over the swell of her
bosom at Adonis.
“Uh, yes,” Adonis answered.
“Oh please, auntie, don’t make him keep himself all pent up if
he would be pained by it like Ronald would,” Wendy said to her aunt.
“Very well,” Lady Eglantine told her niece. She looked at
Adonis. “You seem uncomfortable sir. Please remove whatever is
inhibiting you so that you can relax.”
“I...” Adonis began.
“Allow me, sir,” Ronald said to him. The youth, his penis
fiercely displayed, walked over to Adonis. He reached down and took
hold of the bottom half of Adonis’ uniform, the toga skirt that clad
Adonis about his waist.
“What?” Adonis cried. But strangely, as he later thought, he
did not resist the young man who urged down his clothing. His waist
tunic was removed by the manservant’s competent hands and Adonis, when
his undergarment was also removed, showed a massive erection. It sprung
forth, already hard, and the manservant, his own penis hard and pulsing,
touched it and said to Lady Eglantine,
“I think, madam, that I have found the source of Adonis’
discomfort.”
“Oooh! He is even bigger than Ronald. No wonder he looked so
unhappy,” Wendy exclaimed. She seemed slightly confused, Adonis
thought, regarding the length of a man. Gently she plucked at her dell,
beneath her robe, and said proudly to Adonis, “See? I’m not
uncomfortable. I’m a girl and we don’t have such things.”
Adonis felt himself tremendously inspired by Wendy’s words.
Yet at the same time, being a virgin, he felt unsure of himself. With
his cock hard and throbbingly stiff between his legs, the perfume of
Lady Eglantine wafting across the room to him, and Wendy disported so
casually upon the pillows of her bench, not to mention Ronald standing
close with his own cock rigidly offered, Adonis said,
“Excuse me, madam, but may I go and relieve myself?”
Lady Eglantine was about to nod her head ‘yes’ when she stopped
herself.
“By what means do you intend to relieve yourself?” Lady
Eglantine asked Adonis. Her eyes focused on his penis and Adonis
coughed for it was quite obvious what he meant.
“I mean,” Adonis said, “Well...”
“Your bladder or your balls?” Lady Eglantine asked. She had a
partial view of his testicles and she lifted himself from her couch so
she could see Adonis more completely. At once she exclaimed, “Good
heavens! You look like you’re going to burst!” At the same moment her
robe, loosely tied, fell open, revealing a sumptuous naked tit. Its
twin rolled prominently beneath Lady Eglantine’s gown, and she did not
try to repair herself, but instead walked across the floor to Adonis,
letting her bared tit bounce as she strode. For his part Adonis
blushed. He was not used to such frank talk from a lady. Nor, being
almost continually in the service of the army, was he accustomed to
seeing a woman’s charms so carelessly displayed.
“Madam, I--” Adonis said.
“You will not be relieving yourself in that manner any more, by
going to the bathroom,” Lady Eglantine said. “Wendy has a tight little
cleft that has not been previously broken in and requires attention. As
for myself, though I am no stranger to eros, I too need watering. And
Ronald has a fine handsome bottom that is not unaccustomed to receiving
its due from my male guests.” Lady Eglantine reached Adonis and put her
hands to his balls. They felt big and heavy in her small palms and she
was reminded of a game they played sometime, with heavy spheres, rolling
them down an alley to knock over empty bins.
“He is quite full, madam,” Ronald, sitting on the edge of
Adonis’ bench, said. His cock stuck up forthrightly, as did Adonis’,
and Lady Eglantine smiled.
“Oh, I’m so glad I don’t have one of those things,” Wendy,
perhaps sensing that she was not getting the attention she desired,
proclaimed, widening the placement of her legs on her bench and toying
with her slit.
“Roll over, Adonis,” Lady Eglantine said. “There is much for
you to do here tonight and I should like to give you a brief
instruction.”
“Yes, madam,” Adonis said. He felt relieved at being able to
hide his hardness from her, for as a virgin it embarrassed him. He
promptly rolled over but no sooner did he sink upon the cushions than he
felt more uncomfortable than ever. His hard cock was bent upward. It
was trapped between the soft cushions and his flat, taut belly.
“Get me the oil, Ronald,” Lady Eglantine said. She patted
Adonis’ bare ass.
“Yes, madam,” Ronald replied. He stood up quickly. There was
a spring to his step as he crossed the room. His penis felt engorged,
and he loved the display it made before Wendy’s eyes. At the same time
he contemplated, in his mind, the sight of Adonis’ bare behind. He knew
the use such a small, compact male behind could be put to, having had
his own used on numerous nights in just such a fashion. It excited him
to think that the oil might be intended for him, as well as Adonis’
hole, that the two of them might be joined in amorous congress.
Ronald returned with the bottle. Wendy’s eyes followed. He
tightened his ass cheeks as he handed the bottle to Lady Eglantine, for
she smiled at him in the manner she used when he was put to her male
guests. He was not entirely comfortable being used in that way, though
he had trained himself to take what was offered and not complain.
However on this night Lady Eglantine turned her attention to Adonis.
She told him to lie still and she poured oil onto one of her fingers.
She let the excess of oil, spilling from her finger, fall onto Adonis’
naked behind. He squirmed. She warned him again to lie quietly on the
pillows.
“I am going to open you, Adonis,” Lady Eglantine said. “You
have not, I trust, had anything up inside you before?”
“Huh?” Adonis asked. He felt a strange frightened pleasure.
“No, I did not think so,” Lady Eglantine said. She had broken
open soldiers before and knew how the innocents answered. Men who were
familiar with such things either encouraged her or discouraged her but
the unknowing ones only lay there, quivering with uncertain need and
their own sense of embarrassment and discomfort.
“Pull his ass open, Ronald,” Lady Eglantine said.
“Huh?” Adonis said again. Immediately he felt Ronald’s hands
clap themselves to his behind. He was about to roll over and fight the
man, for he was all to aware of his erect penis hanging close to his
butt. However Lady Eglantine touched a finger to the small of Adonis’
back and said, very sternly,
“Lie still, Adonis! That is an order!”
“Yes, madam,” Adonis gasped. He felt Ronald’s calloused palms
open his ass. The other male pulled hard, as if prying apart a coconut,
and Adonis felt air touch his bottomhole.
“Ah, there it is,” Lady Eglantine said. “I am going to insert
my finger into your ass, Adonis. It will hurt a little, but less so if
you do not try to tighten yourself as I enter you. All the time I do
not want you to think of the discomfort of being fucked, finger-fucked,
that is, by my small finger. Instead I want you to dwell on Wendy’s
slit, between her legs, and how she will feel when, for the first time,
you thrust your big penis up inside her.”
“M- Must I?” Adonis said. Lady Eglantine did not answer, for
she knew not whether Adonis’ protest regarded his own deflowerment, or
that of Wendy. Instead she boldly pressed her finger to his back hole.
Adonis let out a scream, unwillingly, and later it surprised him that he
had done so, for in all his days of battle he had never screamed.
Slowly, with Ronald’s hands holding Adonis apart, Lady
Eglantine pushed her fingertip up inside the clenching male bottom. She
admired the whiteness of the skin. How like buns the twin halves of his
ass looked, cupped now in Ronald’s palms, as if one male were taking the
other male from an oven! Lady Eglantine shoved deep into the warmth of
Adonis’ behind and savored his shout as she found herself buried to the
last knuckle of her finger, where it joined to her hand. How delicious
to have such a strong, hardy warrior pinned to cushions in her home,
suffering the intrusion of her finger! He had fought and won many wars,
and yet now he was being forced to surrender to a woman!
“Ohhhh! I should never want anything going up my bottom!”
Wendy declared, sitting up now and feeling her own behind as she sat on
the cushions of her bench.
Ronald turned slightly and looked at her, while still holding
Adonis open for Lady Eglantine’s exploration. His cock was at stiff
attention and Wendy’s eyes stared at him as he bent over Adonis.
“You should have been fucked that way long ago if you were not
Lady Eglantine’s niece,” Ronald said.
“Oh, auntie, he’s saying bad things to me!” Wendy complained.
“Shush, Ronald. You are a servant. Do not speak to my niece
in that manner,” Lady Eglantine said. “You know the penalty. Did you
not see the servant they disciplined just last week, in the market
place?”
“Yes, madam,” Ronald said. He cringed. He had indeed seen the
servant, for the man was punished publicly so that everyone of his
status would know of it. Standing on a stage, the servant had his penis
removed, by an axe. Ronald remembered the blood, and the quivering
pestle of flesh lying on the stage, and the servant screaming.
“You should have been castrated but I do not believe in such
things,” Lady Eglantine said. “All of the emperor’s eunuchs are
castrated, you know,” Lady Eglantine said to Ronald. At the same time
she began drawing her finger back from the depths of Adonis’ hole, only
to push it in again just when he thought he’d be free of it.
“Ooooch!” Ronald shouted.
“Dear boy, you are so tight,” Lady Eglantine said. “I cannot
help it if it hurts a little. Keep your mind on Wendy, for you shall be
doing a similar thing to her very soon.”
“Oh no he won’t!” Wendy cried. But there was a look of
intrigue in her pretty young eyes. She blinked rapidly and moved her
hands off her bottom and placed them between her thighs. “I’m going to
be a Vestal Virgin,” Wendy said.
Lady Eglantine laughed. At one time the Vestal Virgins had
indeed been true to their name, but such time had long since passed.
“You will be used more respectfully if you are not one,” Lady
Eglantine said.
“I’m going to live in the temple,” Wendy said. But she began
rubbing herself in earnest between her legs. At the same time, drawing
up her legs into a kneeling posture, she began bouncing on her knees.
The movement caused her bubbies to wobble heavily up and down against
the softness of her gown. Her nipples, already excited, stiffened
further. Ronald looked back at her and guessed she would not survive
the night. She had attended parties before and played the innocent,
which indeed she was, only to escape, but tonight he guessed Lady
Eglantine would put Adonis to her, for he was as unsullied as she. Or,
rather, he had been, until Lady Eglantine introduced him to erotic
things by shoving her finger up his ass.
“There,” Lady Eglantine said. She pulled her finger from
Adonis’ bottom. Ronald crossed the room and got a fresh towel, saved
for just such a purpose, and brought it to Lady Eglantine. She wiped
her finger on it. She looked down at Adonis. She admired his bare,
upturned ass. It now had a small brown smear in the cleft where her
finger had opened him. Gently she wiped away the mark. She patted his
powerful hairy thighs, where they joined his bottom.
“Turn over, young man. I’m quite through with you,” Lady
Eglantine said in a teasing voice. Adonis obeyed. When he had rolled
off his stomach Lady Eglantine saw that his cock, though still
tumescent, was not the enormous size it had been when Adonis had placed
himself on his belly. Where the cushions had pressed against his loins
there was now a small puddle of wet, sticky goo.
“He has lost himself, madam,” Ronald observed.
“Oh my God! You were not to spurt on my pillows, you wicked
boy!” Lady Eglantine said to Adonis. The young man blushed. Lady
Eglantine’s face softened. “To think that you survived all those
battles, only to be defeated by a woman’s finger,” Lady Eglantine
sighed. “Bring him a glass of milk, Ronald. He is young. It will
revive his erection and refill his balls.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Ronald said. He left the room, smirking
slightly, for his own penis remained proud and thick and hard, its
length again drawing Wendy’s eyes in admiration to it. Adonis lay spent
on the pillows, gazing up at Lady Eglantine. She bent and kissed his
forehead. Her hand softly cupped his manhood and fondled it.
“Grow,” she said. “I’ll have Ronald bring a warm wet cloth and
clean you so that you may be good as new. The night is still young and
I wish for you to penetrate something before it is gone. I did not fuck
you to demean you, only to train you in what you must now do.”
Ronald brought a glass of milk to Adonis. The young man drank
it. Lady Eglantine stood over him. Her bosoms hung from her robe, for
it had fallen open as she worked herself in Adonis’ bottom and now both
her tits were revealed. Adonis looked up at her, specifically at her
chest, and smacked his lips. He had a mustache of milk upon his upper
lip and he looked with longing eyes at Lady’s Eglantine’s exposed bosom.
“Would you like more?” Lady Eglantine asked him.
“Yes, but not from a cow,” Adonis said. He blushed a little at
his statement but then, unable to stand any longer the temptation
offered to him, he sprang up and seized Lady Eglantine’s tits. They
were large as melons. His gripping fingers sank into them and he put
his face to the nipple of one and began to suck.
“Oh, God!” Lady Eglantine cried.
“Unhand her, sir!” Ronald said.
“No, it’s alright, Ronald,” Lady Eglantine breathed. “Attend
to Wendy’s while Adonis plucks at mine. But do not pierce her. She is
reserved for him.”
“Yes, madam,” Ronald said. Quickly, he turned and dashed to
Wendy’s couch. It was not the first time he had favored the girl in
this manner at a party, though always he was restricted in how he could
handle her. As expected, Wendy shrieked. On previous occasions she had
sometimes jumped from her couch and run about the room, forcing Ronald
to catch her. But tonight, despite her cry of dismay, she dawdled.
Ronald was upon her couch before she could get off it.
“Ouch! Oooch! My titties!” Wendy yelped, as Ronald nuzzled
and bit at her passionately. At the same time Adonis feasted on the
breasts of Lady Eglantine, devouring the flesh with his ardent mouth,
half-wishing that he could, indeed, consume her breasts as a man might
consume breasts of chicken. Lady Eglantine swooned at the feel of his
eager young mouth. To have such a strong warrior, grasping and using
her in this manner! She had fed many soldiers but she always liked the
youngest ones best. They were the most eager and there was an urgency
in their manner which was breathtaking.
“No, you must not fuck me,” Lady Eglantine found herself saying
some minutes later. She was lying on the hard stone floor. Adonis was
perched above her. He was prying at the folds of her cunt with his
mouth and hands. She sensed the milk, or her own body, had revived his
manhood.
“Yeek! Do not put that in me!” Wendy cried from the comfort of
her couch. There was a soft plopping sound as pillows were knocked from
her couch to the floor.
As for Adonis, the young man took Lady Eglantine’s protest as
an invitation. Feeling himself desperately stiff, but no longer
desiring to remove himself to the bathroom, he mounted her. As Wendy
shouted behind him and Lady Eglantine moaned beneath him, he penetrated
his hostess.
How tight and soft she felt! Adonis was shocked as he felt his
cock squeezed. Lady Eglantine was much tighter than his palm had ever
been. She enclosed him completely as he drove into her. He gasped. He
felt a need to spurt but somehow held back. He pushed as hard and deep
into her as her own finger had gone up his bottom. When he was as far
as he could go, remembering what she had done to him, he withdrew a
little, and then rammed gleefully up her again.
“Yoook! Auntie will punish you for sticking your finger in my
bottom!” Wendy cried from her couch.
“Quiet, bitch! She need not know if you don’t scream about
it,” Ronald scolded.
“She will cut off your penis!” Wendy said.
“Not before this finger penetrates you completely,” Ronald
answered.
“Yeeek! Auntie!” Wendy cried. But Lady Eglantine was too
consumed by passion to care what happened to her little niece, provided
only that her hymen was preserved. Had Ronald been a soldier like
Adonis, he would have had the boldness to introduce his cock to her,
Lady Eglantine reflected later, when her mind had cooled. As it was he
shafted her with his finger, leaving her panting on the pillows of her
bench, but himself quite unsatisfied.
“Madam, I should like to do to you what you did to me,” Adonis
said, some minutes later. He was sitting on the floor beside her,
leaning upon one elbow, his fingers playing in the soft fleece of her
bush. From within the slit he had so recently entered, a trickle of his
sperm was slowly emerging. He marveled at the sight of his own essence
coming from within the voluptuous figure of Lady Eglantine.
“You wish to fuck my bottom?” Lady Eglantine asked him.
“Yes. But with my penis, not my finger,” Adonis replied.
“Of course,” Lady Eglantine said. She stroked the curls on his
youthful head. “How are you doing? Are you hard again yet?”
“Not quite,” Adonis said, then, looking down at himself, he
said, “Oh. Yes. I am.”
“How easily you recover from all your exertions. No wonder you
won so many wars,” Lady Eglantine smiled. “But do not put me on my
hands and knees yet. I wish for us to bathe, and relax a little. I am
older than you and Wendy is yet a child, not to be pushed too hard or
too fast.”
“Ronald stuck his finger up my bottom,” Wendy, sitting up
amidst her pillows, cradling one in her arms, announced. The
perpetrator himself lay languidly on her couch, smiling but with a
wickedly erect penis still standing ramrod stiff between his legs.
“Ronald, you are begging for an appointment with an axe,” Lady
Eglantine said. “However for now you will simply endure privation,
which may be worse. Without pleasuring yourself in any way, I wish for
you to go to the bathroom and fill a hot tub for us. You will wash us.
Your penis will make an excellent ornament for our eyes while we enjoy
the working of your hands. Wendy, darling, did Ronald touch you between
your legs?”
“Oh, yes, auntie! Very badly!” Wendy gasped. “He made me feel
all tingly and wet myself.”
“Well, then, you feel more relaxed now than you did
previously?” Lady Eglantine asked.
“A little,” Wendy confessed.
“Good. Then it will be one more thing for Ronald to
contemplate, as he gives us our baths. We have all felt the release of
orgasm but he is still all pent up, his balls hanging lewdly full
between his legs, his cock like a heavy flagpost. Perhaps it will teach
you, Ronald, not to stick your finger up my niece’s ass!”
“Yes, madam,” Ronald said. But he was not disconsolate for
often, at parties, he was made the butt of jokes. His rear end would be
stuffed full and ‘satisfied’ while his poor cock went unserviced. He
was used to rough treatment. It was the servant’s lot.
Ronald got up from Wendy’s couch. He stretched. He savored
the vibrancy of his young muscles and, despite its need, the steel-like
rigidity of his cock. He knew all eyes, even those of shy little Wendy,
moaning of her violation, were upon it. Even Adonis stared at it, for
while Adonis was pleasantly hard, having come twice already, Ronald was
exceedingly hard, being as yet unable to get relief in any way.
“Madam, I am not an expert in such matters, but I would say
that you have a fine taste in servants,” Adonis said.
“When his body can no longer provide amusement he will be sold
off to a mining company to quarry rocks,” Lady Eglantine said. Then she
smiled at Adonis. “How wonderful for you to make such a comment,
though. You are rapidly losing your shyness.”
“So I am,” Adonis reflected. “I’m sorry.”
“Not at all,” Lady Eglantine said. “Perhaps, if you have it in
you, you will entertain us by putting yourself into Ronald. But only
after you do Wendy. I wish for her to lose her hymen tonight.”
“Oh! I have already been poked in my bottom!” Wendy cried.
“How shall I be a Vestal Virgin if I’m poked everyplace?”
Ronald left the room. He walked with sure-footed steps,
despite the threat of being raped. He was not the only one at Lady
Eglantine’s whose body was pillaged. In fact, being male, he had a much
longer life as a consort than the females did. He had seen many serving
girls work for Lady Eglantine for only a few months. After that, their
previously virgin wombs were too swollen with child for them to
continue. Off to the knitting mill they went, to spend the remainder of
their days pulling yarn. Now it was Wendy’s turn. Despite being Lady
Eglantine’s niece, Ronald suspected she would not last long. Not once
her hymen was broken. The Lady herself was barren, and could receive an
abundance of sperm. But Ronald doubted the little niece was barren.
She would be giving birth nine months from now.
In the meantime, despite whatever punishment he endured, Ronald
could enjoy the nubile proximity of Wendy. And Lady Eglantine too; he
was secretly in love with her, and did not mind how she used him, or
what fate ultimately awaited him, so long as he could serve her while he
was young and hardy.
“She is kinder than most mistresses of her rank,” Ronald told
himself. Then he rubbed his backside and winced. In addition to being
kind, she had a taste for ‘necessary discipline’, as she called it.
Often she would find some fault with him and, confining him alone with
herself in her bedroom, she would spend the day whipping him, while the
other servants labored in the garden and in her fields beyond the city.
It was some time later when they were again in the banquet
room. They smelled of soap and scented oils, having relaxed in the
bath. They were naked, except for Ronald, who was bare-waisted, his
hard cock displayed, clad in shoes and a short shirt. Ronald brought
them a plate of bananas and they lay on their couches peeling and eating
them. Adonis found that the pillows which had be stained with his jism
had been replaced by new ones.
“It is good to rest after so many wars,” Adonis said.
“Yes,” Lady Eglantine agreed.
“I like bananas,” Wendy exclaimed.
“Very good, for you shall have one put up you shortly,” Lady
Eglantine told her.
“Oh, noooo! Please don’t bring that up again, auntie!” Wendy
said.
“Look. He is up, and ready for you,” Lady Eglantine said. She
pointed to Adonis’ penis, which rose stiff and quivering from between
his thighs. It reminded Wendy of the big cordon of wood they placed
over the front door at night, when the last person had come inside.
“He is quite thick,” Wendy observed. “And long too. He would
never fit in me.”
“We shall have to try, nonetheless,” Lady Eglantine said.
“Perhaps there will be another war and he will be called away again. We
would lose our chance to have such fine blood mingled with that of our
family.”
Wendy put a hand to her mouth. Her cheeks were full of banana
and she clutched at a half-eaten one in her hand. “Oh! You mean if he
does it to me I should have a baby?” she asked her aunt.
“That is the purpose of it, darling,” Lady Eglantine said.
“But I do not wish you to be taken rudely or dispassionately. We shall
enjoy the event, and you will look back upon it with warm feelings.”
“Yes, auntie,” Wendy said. Her sudden submissiveness made
Adonis become even more rigid. Lady Eglantine looked at him and said,
“When the time comes, can you repeat your performance that you
did so ably upon me earlier in the evening?”
“I think so, madam, although I wasn’t really thinking about it
at the time,” Adonis replied.
“I shall supervise. Don’t worry,” Lady Eglantine said. “And
we shall have certain pleasures beforehand, so that Wendy is fulfilled
by the experience, and not merely plundered.”
“Thank you, auntie,” Wendy sighed. She had proceeded to eat
more of her banana, while not yet swallowing what was in her cheeks.
Adonis laughed. She looked like a child in a candy store, whose eyes
were too big for her stomach.
When they had consumed the bananas Lady Eglantine spoke to
Adonis. “Go to Wendy’s couch,” she told him. “Lie down upon it.”
“Oh, am I to be fucked now?” Wendy gasped.
“Not yet, darling. I have one more treat for you first,” Lady
Eglantine told her. Ronald hovered near her couch as Adonis crossed
over to her, lest she should run. But, unlike other evenings, when she
had made a spectacle of herself, running to and fro in the room, forcing
herself to be caught before she could be toyed with, tonight, though the
sacrifice would be far greater, Wendy did not budge from her couch. She
faced Adonis. He looked at her, his face stern and businesslike. His
cock bobbed in front of him as he walked. Ronald thought that Wendy had
a look on her face like that of a woman. Or, rather, of a girl
determined to be taken as a woman, and not as the spoilt child she had
formerly always been.
“Hello,” Wendy said softly to Adonis. He climbed onto her
couch and lay down beside her.
“Not that way. Lie the other way,” Lady Eglantine told
Adonis. She indicated the direction he should lie with a light twirling
of her finger. Adonis complied. He turned around. “Kneel over her. I
should not have said to lie down,” Lady Eglantine told him. “Kneel
above her in the manner of a dog. Let your mouth be above her dell and
do not worry where your penis falls.”
Adonis got into position. He looked somewhat puzzled as he put
his slim, youthful hips over Wendy’s face. The girl watched him lift
his legs, one by one, and position them over her. She gasped at the
length of his organ and how it extended all the way from his uplifted
hips down to her mouth. Shyly she opened her lips and allowed the big,
knobbed head to settle between them. “Very good,” Lady Eglantine said
to Adonis. “Wendy, are you comfortable?”
“I tink so...” Wendy said. Her speech was made difficult by
the big cock probing between her lips.
“I am,” Adonis offered. He could sense the dampness of Wendy’s
slit, his head hovering above it, and there was a perfumed scent to it
which pleasantly assailed his nostrils. For her part, Wendy’s nose
smelled Adonis’ maleness. Her tongue drew back in surprise as a salty
drop of fluid escaped from Adonis’ peehole.
“Don’ PEE on me!” Wendy said, alarmed.
Lady Eglantine laughed. “It is not pee, darling. It is
pre-cum. Enjoy the taste of it. You will have much more soon, though
not, hopefully, too soon.” Her words were prophetic for, just then,
Adonis gasped. His cock quivered and, to everyone’s shock, including
his own, he discharged himself freely into Wendy’s small mouth.
“YEEEEEEEEK!” Wendy shouted, and Ronald had to lean in over her
couch and grab her shoulders, for she threatened to rise up from where
she was lying, despite the bulk of Adonis hovering over her.
“Oh, God!” Adonis cried. He blushed fiercely. He could not
contain his ecstasy and it spilled over Wendy’s face. What thrilled him
most, besides the contact of Wendy’s pretty lips against his organ, was
her utter newness, the way she tried to resist him, the way her tongue
had drawn back in shock when first he felt himself come against her.
Lady Eglantine had welcomed his need. But little Wendy was appalled by
it. That made Adonis even more pleased. For while Adonis’ lust had
been self-serving with Lady Eglantine, being nothing but pleasure, he
was now engaged in Work. Wendy was a virgin. She must be deflowered,
by someone, if she was to mature and become a woman and bear young.
Whatever lust Adonis felt for Wendy was subsumed by a need to reproduce
the species.
Adonis gazed with wonder at Wendy’s dell, even as he continued
to spurt into her face. No man had despoiled this young creature
beneath him. The pussy he was gazing at, tight between her slim,
squirming legs, still possessed its cherry. Even as he blushed,
humiliated at coming so soon, he had no doubt he would soon be up again.
“Oh, dear, Adonis. You have fought and won so many battles,
yet you lose at the most important one!” Lady Eglantine said.
“Auntie! He peed on me!” Wendy shouted.
“It isn’t pee. It’s cum,” Ronald told her. His voice was
rough and he was holding her by her shoulders. She was aware of his
cock arching from his belly. “Shall I do her, ma’am?” Ronald asked.
“No!” Adonis groaned. He shoved his face into Wendy’s snatch,
bringing a new cry from her. He ground his lips into her bush. He
penetrated her with his tongue.
“OOOOH! He is eating me!” Wendy blathered. Her cheeks and
eyes and nose were covered with sperm, as well as her lips. Suddenly
Ronald let go of her shoulders. He kneed his way onto the couch and
began rubbing himself. A moment later, having endured hours of torment,
he spilled himself into her face. Wendy let out a frantic shriek as a
new torrent of sperm splashed over her. Meanwhile Adonis, hungry to
pierce her hymen, by whatever means could be had, pushed deep into her
cunt with his tongue.
“Oh my!” Lady Eglantine said. She watched the tableaux with
merry eyes. She plucked at her nipples with her fingers, giving herself
sparks of pleasure. Ronald finished coming. Wendy, moved by Adonis’
tongue, burst into her first real orgasm. And Adonis, blushing still
from the humiliation of his early spending, nonetheless began to
lengthen and stiffen anew.
Later, while Wendy rested, Lady Eglantine decided to train
Adonis in the art of love known as 69.
“Watch, Adonis,” Lady Eglantine said. “And you too, Wendy.”
She called Ronald over to her couch. He assumed the position above her,
as Adonis had done over Wendy. Lady Eglantine opened her legs and her
mouth. She let Ronald to put both his cock and his face to her. She
sucked him. Ronald ate her pussy. They feasted on each other’s
privates for nearly an hour, pausing now and then to relax. Finally
Lady Eglantine permitted Ronald to bring her to climax. She bucked
beneath her manservant, even as he, dutifully in time to her own
pleasure, spewed himself down her throat.
“See? That is how you do it,” Lady Eglantine said, when Ronald
had gotten off her. She rose up and wiped her mouth with the back of
her hand. Ronald went to another room and fetched wet cloths to allow
Lady Eglantine to clean herself more completely.
“Yes, I understand,” Adonis said. “May I practise with you a
moment before trying it with your niece?”
“Why of course,” Lady Eglantine said. “Come show me how you
will do it with her. And contain yourself, young man. Even someone
your age doesn’t have an unlimited amount of sperm. Savor the enjoyment
of it. Don’t be in such a rush to release yourself. We are women,
Wendy and I, not urinals.”
Ronald and Adonis laughed. Lady Eglantine stretched out again
and the young soldier mounted her. However, now a new type of desire
enveloped him. While Wendy had been skittish and new, Lady Eglantine
was like a mother. He bent his head and inhaled the wonderful scent of
her mature, womanly pussy. He delighted in the feel of her lips against
his tool. They felt practised, knowing, skillful. She might speak with
her mouth or suck cock, as the mood moved her. Adonis wondered how many
men Lady Eglantine had put down her throat. The thought of himself
joining all those men in such a lewd congress sent a shiver of
excitement through him. It ran right down to the knob of his penis,
newly wettened by Lady Eglantine’s tongue.
“Oh, Mommie!” Adonis exclaimed. He hunched lower, forcing his
mouth deep into her even as he forced himself deep in her mouth. Gone
was the danger of war, of death, of mutilation. At last he was back
where he belonged, safe in his mother. Or at least as much of himself
as he could fit into her was in her!
“He looks happy,” Ronald, feeling jealous, remarked in a
sardonic voice.
“He better not pee on her, like he did on me!” Wendy said.
Adonis thrilled at the close contact of his young body with
such a motherly figure. Lady Eglantine was spread out beneath him, her
legs wide and her mouth deliciously, accommodatingly open. She had been
a consort to so many men! Yet now she was devoted entirely to him. She
understood his every desire. She was eager to nurture him, to urge him
to greatness. Someday Wendy would be as accomplished, no doubt, but at
the moment the girl was still a diffident child. Wendy was more likely
to complain of Adonis’ efforts as to consciously reward them.
Realizing how open and available Lady Eglantine had made
herself to him, and for what purpose, suffering his intrusions in her
mouth and cunt so that he might learn to be a man, Adonis felt
overcome. His cock exploded.
“Oh, God! Not again!” Adonis shouted. Behind him he heard
Ronald laugh. Wendy burst into giggles.
Like a snake shedding some interior skin, Adonis pumped sperm
from his penis. In his embarrassment, just as he felt himself begin to
cum, he tried to escape Lady Eglantine’s mouth by bucking up his hips.
It was no use. It only made his humiliation more visible, by allowing
Ronald and Wendy to see the whole length of his organ.
As for Lady Eglantine, she looked startled. She had not
expected Adonis to lose himself twice in a row. But she allowed his
throbbing tool to empty itself in her mouth. She enjoyed the sustenance
of him; he overspilled her lips, and she marvelled at how he could give
so much when he had given so much already. As she received him she
watched the rhythmic contractions of his balls above her eyes. How
lovely they looked, pumping fiercely, like some machine that ran
according to its own schedule. Even as Adonis voiced his humiliation,
his balls pumped, filling her throat and splattering her face.
“Onslaught,” came into her mind, and she loved Adonis even more, for
having conquered for Rome he had, the second time this night, conquered
her.
As for Wendy, she escaped pillage that night, and was offered
to another soldier a fortnight later.
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