Souchard
By:
Will B
(© 2009-2010 by the author)
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Chapter 13
The Souchard. Chad and Bruce’s apartment.
“Bruce, what are we gonna do? I though the Lord Desmond story would be a stand alone, but I’ve gotten several e-mails and some readers are practically demanding another chapter.”
Chad was usually pretty calm, but he took his writing seriously, and he hated to disappoint his readers.
“I’ve got an idea, Chad. I found an old story by Will on Tickie. I don’t think he’ll mind if I fix it up and fit it into another Lord Desmond story.”
“Do you think…?” Chad asked.
“Let me work on it a bit and then I’ll show it to you and if you like it, we’ll send it to Tickie. Tell you what! Why don’t you go and relax and read some of the other stories. Deep Diver has two new ones he’s just starting: ‘Greg’s Redemption,’ and ‘Cell Mates.’ They both looked pretty good to me. Check ’em out.”
Chad sat down at his computer to read, and Bruce sat down at his to write. The room was pretty quiet except for the click of the keyboard.
Lord Desmond and the Dramatic Readings
A Bruce and Chad Story
Thirty-two year old Lord Desmond Fitzhugh was taking a late breakfast in his parlor at his manor. With him was his friend (with benefits) Sir Henry Cholmondley-Feathering (pronounced Chumley-Farthing).
“Henry, are you ready to join me in this dramatic reading at Captain Thomas’ House this evening?” Des asked his friend.
“I think so. We’ll just read with ‘ever-so-great’ emotion that those mollies will be swooning in ecstasy.”
“After breakfast we’ll go to the library and give it one more rehearsal.”
Just then Des noticed the butler approaching with dignified, almost pompous, mien.
“Yes, Coburn?”
“Will there be anything else I can serve you, M’Lud?”
“No, thank you, Coburn. Please tell the cook that everything was just superb! But then, it always is…. Say, Coburn, how is that new footman working out… I think his name is Sandy?”
The dignified demeanor of the butler was replaced with a devilish look. “Most satisfactory, M’Lud. He is learning quite rapidly. Every evening, I have him…”
“Ah, yes. That will do, Coburn. I know you will break him in quite well.”
“Very good, M’Lud.” Coburn bowed and left the room, thinking of some new tricks that young Sandy might like to learn!
At eight of the clock Des and Henry left for Captain Thomas’ house. Coburn saw them to the door and when his employer had left, he closed the door and turned and went to Sandy’s room.
“Come with me, lad. It’s time for another lesson,” said the butler who was almost salivating at the thought of what was to come. He and Sandy had each already sipped the intoxicating nectar of the other’s ‘vin du pais,” but tonight Coburn was looking forward to taking their relationship to a higher level (or should that be ‘to a lower level?’).
“Yes, Mr. Coburn. Right away, Mr. Coburn.” Sandy was also extremely eager for the next lesson.
Des and Henry arrived at Captain Thomas’ house, and were shown into the main room. Captain Thomas had arranged a small dais, with two chairs and a table. One chair was well upholstered and richly carved, obviously the chair of a person of consequence. The other chair was nothing more than a small stool.
The chairs and settees in the main reception room had been arranged in a semi-circle, around the dais. Several ‘mollies’ were already seated, their flimsy gowns, almost, but not quite, revealing several most delightful, enticing, mouth watering packages of tempting tumescent tools, set amidst a variety of soft, silky, aromatic growths of pubic hair.
Some of the ‘ladies’ had dampened their gowns below the waist so that their goods were on even clearer display.
Jem was there, with a new lace fan which he opened and shut and flirted with, as coy as any of the courtesans who could be found in London. Fred, who had cleaned up very well, since we met him in a previous chapter, had a pair of lace gloves, which he showed off to anyone who would care to see.
“Welcome, My Lord Desmond and Sir Henry. I hope the arrangements are to your liking,” said Captain Thomas, who that very evening had donned the attire of a swashbuckling pirate. The only discordant notes to his costume were some cuts in his leggings, which revealed the thick meaty … well … as Fred would have said, “Oh, lah! Sir. Your visible equipment makes me fain to swoon!”
“Gentlemen, I have arranged a small room where you may don whatever apparel you would wear for these readings,” said the good Captain.
“Thank you, Sir Henry. Come, let us get ready,” said Sir Des.
Back at the Manor, Coburn had taken Sandy to his butler’s pantry, which was actually a suite of rooms, comprised of an office, a bed room, and a small washroom. Both men had shed all of their clothes, and now faced each other, ready for whatever was to happen.
Sandy, at twenty-one, was five-foot-ten, slim of build, and smooth of body (above the waist), but his manhood was long and thin. His helmet flared over the stalk and when he was erect, he gave the impression of a giant mushroom.
Coburn, at, well, let’s say well over thirty-five, was five-foot eight, and to put it mildly, was a hairy beast. Thick fur covered his chest, shoulders, abdomen, back, lower hind regions and his organ of orgasm, when in repose was short and thick. When he was aroused his pole was long and thick.
“Now, Sandy, there is a pot of goose grease, I want you to smear some all over my back passage and mind you work it well into the hole! Aah! That’s it. Rub some more into the opening. Aaahhh! Well done, Sandy. Now lubricate your own cock, and then, I … want … you … to … to … Aaaaaaahhhhh! You’re doing just fine. Now harder…!”
At Captain Thomas’, Des and Henry had emerged from the dressing room. Henry was wearing a pair of pantaloons, and high black boots. Des was wearing only a farmer’s smock that came down to his thighs. His legs and feet were bare. Each man carried a few papers. Henry took the ‘master’s’ chair, while Des sat on the stool.
“Gentlemen and ‘mollies’,” Henry began, “Des and I found some letters that my Uncle William had written many years ago to Des’ Uncle, James Desmond. Tonight, we would like to share these letters with you.”
Henry looked at Des, whispered, “Ready?” and Des nodded back.
Henry read the first letter:
“Your body has gotten me sooooo hot
With you I want to enjoy some frot.
Pull down your leggings and stockings too.
While I lose mine in a hurry to be naked with you.
Now climb on my lap if you please
With your abdomen, package, and upper thighs across my knees.
Put your cock between my thighs,
I’ll squeeze and make your stiffy rise.
Now pump your pole
While I finger your hole.
Now the precum appears
Like pearly, salty tears.
Now pump some more, harder and faster, more, more
Until you shoot your cum, sperm, man-juice galore.
I raise you up and kiss your lips,
While I ponder the writhing of your hips.
I put my fuckshaft where it belongs
Between your legs, which grip it like tongs.
Slowly I push in and out
The hair on your thighs makes me want to shout
With joy and pleasure.
Your hairy limbs are such a treasure.
All too soon, I shoot my wad onto your body.
My cum and yours mixed into a delightful hot toddy.
Now be a good boi and lick it up!
And on my nipples you can suck
Because this has been one damn hot fuck!”
Several listeners were becoming visibly aroused and two or three couples were already fondling each other.
Des responded by reading the next letter. “This is a letter from my uncle James to His ‘Daddy,’ Will.”
“I take your face in my hands, Daddy
I draw you closer to my face, Daddy
Our lips touch as soft as down, Daddy
Our tongues join into a race, Daddy
To see which one will win the crown, Daddy
Carefully, I slow down our pace, Daddy
Back you to the bed and lay you down, Daddy
Your clothes I slowly remove, Daddy
Till at last your nakedness I prove, Daddy
Naked now I crawl beside you, Daddy
My virginity, won’t you remove, Daddy
Timidly I finger your cock, Daddy
Deliciously soft but hard as a rock, Daddy
I run my tongue down your cock’s groove, Daddy
Slurping it deep inside of me, Daddy
Bending back I wet my hole, Daddy
In my ass tucking your pole, Daddy
Fuck me , I belong to you, Daddy
Wrap my ass around your pole, Daddy
I grip your cock, to make you spew, Daddy
I feel your cum unload inside me, Daddy
In love’s trails, won’t you guide me, Daddy
Teach me, love me, protect and hide me, Daddy
Daddy, Oh God, Fuck me Daddy
Take my ass, cream me , Daddy
Oh yesssss, OMG, I’m cummmmm…… Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The audience exploded into applause. One of the newly arrived ‘mollies’ was a young man from France, Jacques, or ‘Jacqueline’ as he liked to call himself. Dressed in white muslin, his cock was already half erect and he moaned, “Oh, mon dieu, I want some chevalier to treat me like that ‘Père Guillaume’ is treating his garçon.”
Luke looked at ‘Jacqueline’ and whispered to his partner, “Look, Duke! He’s shaved all his pubic bush.”
“I see, Luke, I see! His smoothness makes him look even larger. Do you think we might…?”
Duke replied, “Absolutely!”
‘Jacquline’ felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked around to see a handsome man in the uniform of H.M. Household Guards, smiling at him.
“Captain George Cockburn at your service, my beauty. Come upstairs with me, and I will pleasure you all night long.”
“Ooh, it weel be mon plaisir, mon capitain!” The two hot studs slipped out of the room and swiftly climbed the stairs to a room where they could be alone and each could sample the delights of the other’s body.
Henry read another letter.
“’Twas a hazy miserable day.
Much too hot for a roll in the hay
With me bitch, me slave, me whore, me slut, me boi!
Sadly I trudged home alone.
Now and then issuing a groan.
Where is me boi, me bitch, me slave, me whore, me slut?
Went into the ‘ouse and shed me clothes,
Dildoed me ass and massaged me hose
If only I had me slut, me boi, me bitch, me slave, me whore!
Took a cool shower, all wet and glistening.
Thought I might give my penis a fisting.
I want ‘im, me whore, me slut, me boi, me bitch, me slave!
Lay down on me bed completely bare-assed.
Me tool was only up at half-mast.
I need ‘im, me slave, me whore, me slut, me boi, me bitch!
Out on the lawn I heard such a clatter
I got out of bed and ran naked to see what the hell was the matter.
I saw ‘im, me bitch, me slave, me whore, me slut, me boi!
I opened the door; ‘e came in like a flash.
Naked ‘e stood, and showed me his cache
Of goodies. Me boi, me lovely boi.
‘Is body made me hotter than fire.
Me penis rose higher and higher.
‘E’s ‘ere, me slave, me slut, me boi!
Forgotten was the ‘ot ‘azy weather.
Our pricks dueled and ground together.
Me slut, me sexy slut was ‘ere!
Me bollocks were blue and me helmet was red.
Down on your knees and give me some ’ead.
I’ve missed ye, me slave, me slut, me whore.
Ye once did me great favor,
And told me, me cum was your fav’rite flavor,
So give me a blowjob, ya slut, ya bitch!
Get down on your knees and lick me ’airy thighs.
Now I be givin’ some long ‘ot sighs.
Me whore, me boi, me ‘ot sexy lover.
Now I have but one more job
Before I allow you to polish me knob.
Me whore, me slave, me boi!
Lie on your stomach while I stand o’er your back
I’ll PISS on your ass cheeks, your crack, and your love chute.
I’ll turn ya o’er on your back with me foot
And e’er long, I’ll PISS on your balls, your pubes and your schlong.
Me slut, me bitch, me very dear boi.
Now I behold a most wondrous sight.
You ejaculate your cum to a great height.
I made ya cum without ya touching
Your own prick, or clutching.
Me sex-slave, me piss-slut, me toy boi!
Now before me, on your knees
Take me throbbing fuckshaft, me rigid man-pole
Into your mouth, and finger me ‘ole.
I rinse your mouth with me man-made nectar
Me ass-fuckable, cock-sucking boi!
I raise ya to your feet
Smell our cum- and piss-soaked bodies—how sweet
To the smell, but before I hold ya tight
O’er each o’ your nipples I give ya a love-bite.
Me dear slut, me precious bitch, me lover-boi!”
Back at the Manor Sandy was learning quickly, and Coburn was in rapture.
“Harder, faster, Sandy. Shove your tool into my hole. Keep shoving. I’m… about to… AAAAAAGGGGHHHH!”
Sandy’s tool had done its job. Coburn’s innards were flooded with hot sweat man-cream. As they lay still joined together, Sandy said, very humbly, “Mr. Coburn, Sir, a question, if I may?”
“Certainly, lad. Ask anything you like.”
“Well, Sir. I was wondering, if … if…”
“Go ahead, lad, ask it. I won’t bite!”
“That’s just it, sir. I would like you to bite my ass, and then, if I might be so bold as to ask, would you, please, FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME?”
“Gladly, Sandy. I’ve wanted to plow your ass-furrow from the first day you arrived at the Manor. On your knees!”
“Oh, thank you, sir. And … if you don’t mind, don't bother with the goose grease. I want it fast and rough!”
‘The lad’s coming along,’ Coburn thought to himself. ‘He’ll do. He’ll do very nicely!’
At the molly house, Des was ready to read another letter.
“Beat it
Eat it
Attack it
Smack it
Chain it
Pain it
Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!
That feels so good.
Grope it
Soap it
Squeeze it
Tease it
Hold it
Enfold it
Oooooooooooooooo!
Let me stroke your wood!
Lick it
Slick it
Fist it
Twist it
Jerk it
Work it
Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!
I’d suck mine if I could.
Drool on it
Pull on it
Gnash it
Smash it
Bare it
Share it
Doooooooooon’t stop now!
I’m almost there!
Slap it
Snap it
Choke it
Stroke it
Grasp it
Clasp it
Ooooooooooooooohhh!
Love the smell of your cock hair.
Nibble it
Dribble it
Itch it
Twitch it
Sip it
Nip it
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!
My lips are leaking!
Flip it
Grip it
Bind it
Grind it
Feel it
Peel it
Oooooooooooohhh!
My precum now is peeking.
Savor it
Favor it
Crunch it
Munch it
Frot it
Swat it
Out of my one-eyed snake, my hose
With love and lust see how it glows.
Bend it
Tend it
Spank it
Wank it
Taste it
Don’t waste it.
Now suck my cock while I lick your dick
Let’s make our organs nice and slick
I suck on yours, you suck on mine
This sixty-nine is mighty fine.
And what is really, really great---
We get to swallow each other’s ejaculate!
Your horny Boi.”
It was Henry’s turn to titillate the audience.
“All right my boi: Down in the basement
Up on the Table
Get your butt naked
As fast as you’re able
Your golden orbs so round and firm
Just looking at them makes my penis squirm
But before I can inject my spew
There are some things I want to do
Some melted butter warming on the fire
I work into your butt and your back, just a little higher
It makes your ass a little greasy
So I can invade your tunnel oh so easy
HE HE HE HE HE HE
You thought I was nice and gentle.
HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH
You didn’t know I was mental
About your ass cheeks—your butt
It looks so dimpled and so merry
Don’t give me an “if” or an “and” or a “but”
Before too long, your cherry I’ll fuck.
In pain you’ll moan
In lust I’ll groan
I think I’ll nip your ass here and there
And maybe pull out some of your fine ass hair.
Now I see your cheeks, which I love to grab,
Are showing just a tiny sign of flab
To roll them nice and firm I’ll take a rolling pin.
Hmmm! Wonder if I should stick the handle in?
Now your hot body is humping and bucking
Ready for your Daddy’s fucking.
One or two more things I would do
Until your sweet pucker I’m ready to screw.
I spread your cheek with my own two hands
To prepare your love tunnel
Like a warm pulsating funnel
To receive my purple, throbbing, dripping glans.
Now comes the moment that I treasure
I invade your ass with lust beyond measure
Thrusting and pushing, soon I am shooting
And you, in pain and lust, and joy, are crying,
‘Fuck me more, Daddy, fuck me again, I implore
Because I am your willing obedient bitch, your whore.”
Once again the audience applauded wildly. Des and Henry rose and bowed. Captain Thomas brought them each a glass of wine.
The party was breaking up when Jem came up to Des. “Oh, my dear Lord Des, are you going to visit me tonight?”
“I surely am, sweet Jem. I’m ready to rip your gown off and have my way with you right here on the floor.”
“But we’ll have more time in my room, Dear Des!”
“That we will, so let’s go up now,” replied randy Des.
In Jem’s room Des said, “I have one more poem to read to you, my handsome, horny Jem. So contain yourself but a moment!”
Des did not read, but said to Jem,
“Yes, tie me
mold me
shag me
hold me
gag me
fag me
clamp me
chain me
pain me
beat my ass cause I been a baddddd boi.
take my ass, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, DADDY!!!!!!!!!!
YES, FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES. YES. YES.”
For the rest of the night, Jem did just as the poem directed.
Henry had once more gone with Luke and Duke to their room. They spent the hours pleasuring each other with hands, cocks, tongues, and asses. Henry was truly the ‘daddy’ in that threesome.
George and ‘Jacqueline’ enjoyed the pleasures of sixty-nine, but at one point, ‘Jacqueline’ slid forward and began to rim George’s crack. He followed suit, and the two enjoyed ‘eating out’ without having to leave their bed!
At the Manor. Coburn had treated Sandy to several injections of his cream. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.
And so, at the crowing of the cock, the sun rose on another chapter of the ‘The Adventures of Lord Desmond.’
* * * * *
That’s a pretty good story, Bruce. I think we can send it off to Tickie.”
“Thanks, Chad. I hope the readers enjoy it.”
“Never mind, Bruce, I enjoyed it, and I have a favor to ask, since it’s about time to retire for the night.”
“What’s that, Chad?”
“Oh, Bruce, it’s the same fast and rough request Sandy had for Coburn in the story.”
Well, Chad, we’ll just have to see what I can do, you ol’ horn-dog, you!”
“ ‘Old’, you say?! You’ll pay for that.”
“Promises, promises!” Chad said with a mischievous grin.
To be continued...
As always, thanks to A. Nony Mouse for all his help.
Another chapter will be coming sooner or later.
Posted: 08/06/10