Message-ID: <19092eli$9901220426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: Young Adonis part 1 of 1 (NNB) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <369E3C77.4414@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- Visit me at: http://home.earthlink.net/files/Authors/Roller/www666/index.html --------------------------------------------------------------- _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMBOYS in YOUNG ADONIS _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ 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. 30 ----------------------- Dreamboys! ----------------------- -----Back issues (and stories): http://www.dejanews.com/ Click on “Power Search” in the middle of the screen. 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