Alexander strode over to his chair and took another slug of red wine. He was starting to feel nicely intoxicated. He might even partake of some of the potion himself in a moment. It was clearly a strong batch, he mused, as he turned to look at the dazed lad sprawled on the floor in front of him. Either that or he was just a fucking light-weight bitch boy. He chuckled grimly. Yes, that was probably more like it.
He kicked off his leather boots and made his way back over to the servant lad. He lifted one burgundy-stockinged foot and pressed it against the boy’s bulge – firm and erect once more as a result of the inhalation of the potion. He rubbed it back and forth as the little slut lay there, moaning in an agony of ecstasy.
“How are you feeling, bitch?”
A little drool escaped from the side of Will’s mouth. “I feel woozy, Sir. And weak.”
Alexander nodded sanguinely. “Well, yes, that’s the effect of the potion. How else you feeling? You feeling turned on? Horny?”
The boy’s face crumpled helplessly. Even in his plainly erect state, he couldn’t bring himself to admit how aroused he was feeling. Pathetic virgin bitch, thought Alexander.
“Take your jerkin off,” he ordered the boy. “That’s an expensive garment and not one for rolling around on the floor in.”
Will clambered onto all fours and then to his feet. He was reluctant to obey, knowing that the removal of his jerkin would leave him totally exposed.
“Do it, bitch. I’m getting mightily tired of having to repeat everything I tell you. Perhaps I should send you back to your bed and summon that pretty little kitchen-maid up here to take your place. I’m sure she’d be only too happy to sacrifice her tender body to save your pussy boy ass.”
That did the trick. “No, Sir, please don’t do anything to Jane! I’ll do as I’m told, I promise!” And the lad struggled out of his tight jerkin, completely exposing his torso, rivulets of sweat dripping from his body and beginning to moisten the waistband of his tights.
“You’d do well to remember that, boy, as we continue our training together. The moment you displease me you’ll be sent back to your bed and I’ll have the girl up here and I’ll do everything to her that I’ve done to you – and worse. Far worse. You see, I don’t really care for girls, so any punishment I might mete out to her would be far more … clinical. You understand me, slut?”
Will nodded desperately. “Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.”
“Good. Maybe there is some hope for you after all. But you’ve got a hell of a long way to prove it to me.” Alexander narrowed his eyes as he surveyed the boy. “Take your pumps off too, bitch. I want you standing in front of me naked apart from those oh-so silky tights clinging to your boyish body and that leather collar round your neck to remind you you’re just a fucking slave. My fucking slave.”
Will did as he was told. He stood before his master in his stockinged-feet: the blue material of the hose clinging to every curve of his legs and ass, and his cock jutting out like a tent pole from the silken fabric.
Alexander approached again and grabbed the waist-band of the boy’s tights. “I want these,” he snarled, “pulled up TIGHT!”
With both hands and with some force, he yanked up the page-boy’s tights, forcing the silken material to disappear right up the boy’s arse-crack. Will gulped in pain as his arsehole felt the material cut into it, but he remained silent. The last thing he wanted was for Jane to have to suffer this humiliation at the hands of their master.
Alexander inspected the boy’s ass and seemed satisfied that the tights were now being worn right up his crack.
“Those are some pretty little titties you have, bitch-boy. Bet you’d like to have your girlfriend playing with those, wouldn’t you, eh?”
He reached out as if to prove his point and grabbed each of Will’s nipples. “Tender are they?” he asked, mockingly, as he slowly began to twist the delicate boy-flesh.
“Ah-ah-ah,” gasped the boy.
“Hurts, does it? But your cock is telling me a different story. That boy bulge is very excited. Maybe you should take some more of the potion to take your mind off the pain…”
In a flash, Alexander had produced the little phial and once again, it was forced under Will’s nose. The familiar wooziness assailed the page boy and suddenly the pain in his sore nipples seemed to lessen and become a more pleasurable kind of agony. He moaned slightly. “Mmmmm…”
“You know, bitch,” said Alexander. “I’m getting kind of tired of hearing your voice. I didn’t bring you up here for your conversation. I think we need to muzzle you.”
Will barely registered what was said to him, still over-powered by the potion and its arousing effects. His veins throbbed as he felt Alexander forcing a kind of thick leather ball between his teeth. He made to moan, to protest, but the gag effectively muzzled him. Quickly and efficiently, Alexander fastened the leather strap behind the boy’s head.
Humiliated, Will felt more like an animal than ever: a horse now with the bit between its teeth. Furthermore, he couldn’t swallow properly, so before long the accumulated saliva began to escape from the side of his mouth and ropes of drool started to drip onto his chest.
Alexander laughed mockingly. “Look at the pathetic queerboy in his tights! Can’t even swallow. Drooling all over his chest. Dirty little bitch.”
But all Will could do was stand and stare, helpless as the spittle flowed from his lips.
“Rub it into your chest, slutboy,” ordered his master. “I want to see you fondling your tits and playing with yourself…”
Another hit of the delicious potion and soon Will found himself doing as he was ordered, his body undulating to the rhythm of his pounding heart. What was in that devilish brew?! It seemed to be changing Will’s personality – opening doors into his inner soul that he would never have believed possible. Almost instinctively he knew how Alexander wanted him to appear: womanly, whorish, slutty. He tweaked his nipples, and rubbed the saliva so it mingled with the sweat accumulating on his chest. He bent his knees and stuck his bottom out in the most lascivious way he could imagine, undulating it obscenely as his own hands fondled and groped at his bubble butt through the slippery fabric of his tights.
“That’s it, bitch boy,” came his master’s voice. “Dance for me. Dance for your daddy. Stick out that tight slut’s ass and wiggle it for your Tightsmaster.”
Alexander had partaken of the potion as well now, and he groped his massive cock through his dark red hose, massaging it as he watched his slave-bitch performing for him, as he felt the potion take over, relaxing, freeing, intoxicating…
Will was becoming ever more aroused, and finally, the moment the cruel Alexander had secretly waited for arrived. The unsuspecting page boy’s hand reached down to his crotch and began to rub at his stiff cock.
Everything happened in a whirl for the peasant lad.
“Did I tell you you could touch your prick, you stinking little tart?” demanded the older man. “What did Yorick tell you the day you arrived here in the castle about playing with your boy-cock?! Oh you’re really for it, now bitch boy.”
Will found himself lifted into the air, and slung over Alexander’s shoulder as if he were a mere sack of grain. The struggling brat’s sweaty torso dangled precariously over his master’s left shoulder and Alexander kept him in place with his muscular left arm. Meanwhile, he slowly pushed two thick fingers of his right hand into the crevice of the lad’s sweating arse, feeling the delicious moistness of the lad’s blue tights as they clung indecently to the boy’s bum. The slightly damp tights felt so good against Alexander’s bare flesh, and he felt Will’s erection pressing into his shoulder blade. He was only light and, besides, he didn’t intend to carry the bitch very far.
Pulling aside a heavy drape that separated the chamber in two, Alexander deposited the boy onto the mattress of his ornate four-poster bed. Will fell from his master’s shoulder and bounced onto it. This was it, he thought. Whatever men do to each other, that’s what is going to happen to me now. A fresh wave of apprehension came over the unfortunate young page boy.
“Lie still, bitch,” Alexander instructed him.
By now, Will knew better than to disobey.
He was forced to take another slug of the disorienting potion, and as he lay there, his head spinning, he felt silken cords being tied around his wrists and ankles, and then with a tug, each of his limbs was gradually pulled and then secured to the posts of the bed.
Alexander looked down in satisfaction at his handiwork: this beautiful bitch boy, dressed only in his silky, figure-hugging blue tights, his leather slave collar secured around his neck, writhing in the grip of the sexual potion, his muscles straining against the inescapable bondage: spread-eagled and totally at his mercy.
Alexander climbed onto the bed, and his wandering hands were all over the slave boy. He stroked the muscular legs, enjoying the wonderful sensation of feeling the boy’s tense limbs, stretched in their obscenely revealing tights, beneath his strong palms. He crouched over the boy and licked and nibbled at his armpits and vulnerable nipples as the defenceless slut-toy moaned impotently into his gag. Kneeling between the boy’s spread legs, he kneaded and caressed Will’s impressive thigh muscles through the kinkily sensual material. With a single fingernail, he traced his way up the boy’s body, starting at the oh-so ticklish feet, encased in their bright blue stockings, circling around the straining boy cock, briefly pausing to titillate the pink protruding nipples and eventually resting to stroke the boy’s now wet golden locks.
He reached for a nearby napkin, lying conveniently beside the bed. Then he tipped a goodly amount of the potion onto the material, letting it soak into the fabric. Grabbing yet another cord, he used this to tie the rag around Will’s face.
“No choice, now, bitch boy,” he purred. “No fresh air anymore. You can only breathe in the potion. Can you imagine the frenzy of lust that this will drive you to?”
Will moaned weakly as the vapour coursed through his body.
Alexander laughed harshly. “Oh you’re completely under my control now, tights slut. Just look at you. So vulnerable. So humiliated!”
And with that, he pulled a long cord that dangled from beside him, and the tapestry that appeared to be pinned to the bedchamber’s ceiling, fell to the floor, revealing a vast mirror, reflecting the debauched scene in the Steward’s room.
Will looked up, only to see himself exactly as Alexander had described him. The pounding of his heart rose to a crescendo. He saw his young, lithe limbs stretched to very near their limit – just enough give in the ropes to allow him to struggle impotently – all for the greater sexual satisfaction of his tormentor. And then – a merciful release, as the boy felt his ankles being released. Was that it? Was Alexander’s cruel torment over? His eyes widened, and the Steward almost seemed to read his mind.
“Oh, no, bitch. This is only the beginning.”
Keeping Will secured at his wrists, Alexander carelessly tipped the lad’s legs so that they went over his own head and his hosed feet dangled either side of his ears. Will felt immediately vulnerable in this degrading position – his pert ass invitingly hanging on display for his superior’s entertainment.
Alexander reached in for a quick squeeze of the boy’s balls, and then produced a large leather paddle.
“You need a spanking, boy, to teach you some manners,” he leered. “And I’ll take a ‘thank you, Sir’ after each stroke…”
Will felt the warm leather being rubbed tantalisingly over his silk-clad buttocks as a warning for what was to come. He’d been beaten before of course – mainly by his father and occasionally by his older brothers – but these had been brief, brutal occurrences; this spanking promised to be far more erotically charged. His cock pulsed inside his tights in anticipation of having the other man spanking his boy arse.
The first blow landed on his left cheek – painfully accurate, and Will jolted from the surprise.
“Unk oo, er,” he attempted to say through the gag and the potion soaked rag.
Another blow – this time on his right buttock.
The third was a bull’s-eye on his swollen balls, which made him scream into his gag before he uttered the obligatory thank you.
And so it went on.
Alexander was something of an expert – and no blow directly repeated a previous strike: they landed on his reddening bottom, his upper thighs, his cock and balls, and most humiliatingly, on occasion, directly on his arsehole itself.
“Oh, we’ll get you nicely warmed up!” came the promise.
The pain Will could deal with – he knew he would be sore in the morning. It was the dreadful realisation that even as he was used as the plaything – the boy-toy of the wicked Alexander - his cock just got harder and harder as it begged for release.
“And forty!” cried the Steward jubilantly.
With that, he tossed aside the leather paddle and threw his body on top of the lad. He reached around and untied the gag and removed both that and the potion-soaked material. And the joyous reward for Will – again to feel that strong, masculine tongue darting in and out of his mouth, the bristles of Alexander’s beard against his smooth cheeks. Will could not help but respond.
“You’re really hungry for it, aren’t you, bitch?” taunted the older man, deliberately withdrawing his mouth so that Will was left struggling, his red tongue lapping at the empty air. The potion seemed to remove his free will, and all he needed and desired right now was to have his master’s tongue probing deeper and deeper into his gaping mouth.
“Well, I think we need to fill another of your holes, boy…”
Draping the page boy’s sweat-soaked, tights-clad calves over his shoulders, Alexander began slowly to lower the waist of the garment. Tantalisingly, he began to expose more and more of the young flesh encased within the tights. Rolling down the waistband, the faintest scattering of pubic hair appeared, but the Steward ensured that Will’s rock hard dick remained encased within the sensuous constriction of his hosiery. Instead, he eased down the back of the boy’s sodden blue tights, to reveal the peachy bum, red and sore from the beating it had received: the silky material having provided no cover from the brutality.
“No, please, no,” Will began to moan, his head still swimming from the after effect of the potion.
“Shut up, fuck toy!”
And to sedate his less than willing victim, Alexander re-tied the potion-soaked rag.
Will again felt the erotic inducements of the vapours, so the sensation of his tights being slowly rolled down just below his arse-cheeks, followed by that of thick, masculine fingers, dripping in some gloopy oil fondling his butt, couldn’t help but arouse him.
And a low whisper in his ear: “I’m going to enjoy this, tights slut.”
Will tried to move from side to side, but with his spread arms still tied fast to the bed-posts, and his legs firmly positioned over his master’s shoulders, his writhing was ineffectual. Little did he know, his wriggling was serving only to turn Alexander on all the more.
The older man savoured the moment: his oily finger teasing the naked, puckered hole of the virgin brat: stroking and caressing, until finally he pushed his finger into the yielding crack.
“Ahhh!” Will cried out: the shock of penetration combining with the humiliation of being tied and utterly unable to prevent his body being invaded in this most intimate way.
But Alexander showed no mercy. He pushed further in, first one finger, then two, diddling the virgin boy-pussy, and encouraging it to swell and open for him.
And then, just as suddenly, his fingers withdrew.
Will gasped in relief as the cool air blew against the gunk that nestled in his asscrack. But the respite was momentary. A few seconds to adjust his position and to smear more of the oil onto his own cock, and Alexander had returned, and this time the blunt pressure at Will’s arse came from a far larger source.
The page boy gritted his teeth as his master’s prick began its entry into his body. He could do nothing. There was no escape, no release. Just the obscene feeling of being entered, being raped by the older man. His cock had begun to flag but now the combination of sensations: the evil potion, his wet tights clinging to his groin, and now the swelling of his hole as his master began his onslaught – and his dick once again began to harden.
This occurrence did not go unnoticed.
“You’re enjoying it, bitch. Like I knew you would.”
Will was not the first virgin Alexander had fucked, but, jesus, he was one of the sweetest. That yielding hole. So tight, it practically clamped its way down on his throbbing cock as the lad’s body was raped.
“Fuck, yes. You dirty little slut. You’re loving it, aren’t you? Loving taking my meat right up your filthy little hole. Look at you! Tied up in your tights! Your pathetic little cock is straining against your hose at the thought of a real man’s dick inside your body! I can see the pre-cum gathering through the fabric. Feels good doesn’t it? My cock rammed deep up your ass – your legs and cock encased in those silky, sensuous tights. Oh you’re gonna be fucked long and hard, bitch boy! This is one night you’ll never forget!”
And once more Will began to moan. A pathetic, whimpering sound. He repeated over and over: “Please, Sir, please, no… please don’t do this to me…”
But Alexander just laughed and fucked him harder.
What a beautiful sight, the master thought. A ripe chicken ready to be plucked. A slutty bitch-boy, totally unaware of how sexy he looked, legs spread in the air, tights clinging to those divine muscles. And driven crazy with lust as the potion coursed through his body.
In, out, in out. The fuck went on. Longer, harder, and each time Alexander felt he was about to come, he slowed the onslaught, denying himself that final release. The boy’s cunt must be getting very sore now, he thought to himself in grim amusement. Well, so fucking what if it was? It didn’t matter to him.
“You’re nothing, boy. You’re just a piece of meat to me. Something to use and abuse whenever I see fit. You’re a fucking slave toy. A couple of holes for me to stick my prick in whenever I’m feeling horny … and then tossed aside until I’m ready to use you again. What are you, bitch?”
Will mumbled something.
“Speak up, slut!”
Anything to stop the fucking, Will thought. Anything, I’ll say anything. The pain in his hole was too much. Alexander’s massive cock was splitting him in two…
“I’m your slut, Sir. Your tights bitch. Use me, Sir, please, use me…”
Hearing this, his master could hold back no longer. Letting out a rasping cry, he came and came again, wave after wave of ecstasy, spurting, flowing, flooding the boy’s hole. Will’s body trembled as it was filled by his master’s semen; the fluid rushing into his deepest parts.
Slowly, breathing deeply, Alexander withdrew his cock. He knelt back on his heels, and lowered the boy’s blue legs so they were spread either side of him.
“How do you feel, boy?”
The lad gibbered. His body too shocked, his mind too intoxicated to reply.
“Your cock is hard. Would you like me to pleasure it for you?”
Will’s brown eyes widened even more, and he nodded mutely.
An evil grin from Alexander, and his hand reached forward, slowly rubbing the boy’s modestly sized cock through the silky material of his tights. It would not take much now, thought the Steward, the boy’s been straining at the point of orgasm for some time.
Will bucked his hips up to meet the tender touch of his master. His cock desperate for release.
“You insolent little slut!” snapped Alexander, abruptly withdrawing his touch and slapping the page boy’s face. “You dare to think that I would condescend to pleasure you? Oh you have a lot to learn, tights bitch! You’ll be punished for your presumption!”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” Will stammered. “I thought -”
“Silence!”
The Steward looked around the room. “Now, for a suitable punishment…”
He strode over to the chest of drawers and, hidden from Will’s view, he withdrew an object from within. Striding back to the bed, he resumed his position kneeling between Will’s legs. “Do you know what this is, bitch?”
He produced the item: it was cone-shaped and made of leather: narrow at one end, it soon widened at its base. Will had never seen anything like it. He shook his head.
“I’m going to insert this little toy into your butt, bitch. And there it will remain. It will plug you and make sure that my cum remains deep within you: a permanent reminder of the subjugation and servitude of your lowly position here in the castle.”
Will felt tears well up in his eyes. The plug was monstrous. He could not imagine having it inside him and retaining it at all times. Alexander cared not a jot. Again, the oily goo was produced and liberally smeared over the leather cone. And once again, Will found his sore and swollen hole stretched as the object was pushed into him.
“Aargh!” he cried.
“Just relax, boy, and let it in. It will be much easier if you don’t fight it.”
Will’s anus pulsed as the plug pushed deeper and deeper, his body swallowing the hateful thing: no choice, no release, as Alexander tormented him. Wider and wider it grew, till Will felt sure his body would tear. And then finally, some kind of relief, the plug slipped in, and his arse closed again, leaving only the flared flange at the base of the plug, protruding obscenely from between his asslips.
He barely registered as his wrists were untied. All he could think of was the big leather plug, filling his anus, sitting inside him like a great heavy lump.
“Stand up, boy.”
Tentatively, his legs shaking, Will slid off the end of the bed. The rag had been removed, but the wooziness of the potion persisted. The weight of the plug shifted within him as his body moved position, and the size of it meant that to accommodate it properly, he had to bend over slightly, pushing his bottom out in a provocative pose.
Alexander pulled up the waist of the boy’s tights and stood back to admire his handiwork. The trembling boy slut, arse fucked raw and now stuffed with a crude leather butt plug. His beautiful arse and legs outlined in the sweat-stained bright blue tights that clung to his lower regions. What pleasures the lad promised. And this night had been only the beginning…
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