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Lost Part 5
Archibald Young
Within two days, a pattern had appeared in Paul's new life at the Manor.
He would awaken naked, or semi-naked in bed with Victor- either in
Victor's bedroom, or in his own boy-whore's bedroom. Whether or not
Victor's penis was already in Paul's anus as they slept, they would
immediately have urgent sex together, and when each had taken their fill
of the other, they would part- Victor to be about his very lucrative
business, Paul to return to sleep in whichever satin and fur bed he had
awoken. When he finally woke it was with breakfast brought by Erica, who
was now his teacher in all aspects of his transformation from the shy,
pretty boy who had willingly entangled himself in Victor's sticky net of
luxury, pleasure, debauchery and corruption into the boy-queen of sexual
allure for men, living only for pleasure and the gratification of
increasingly depraved sexual desires.
And this day was no different. Paul awoke for the first time in his own
huge bed, naked, entwined with Victor, also naked, in a delightful tangle
of sheerest ivory satin and deep, soft silver fox fur and homosexual
bodies. The sensations of contact with a man's naked skin and these
luxurious fabrics had already made Paul's slender penis stiff, although
he needed to pee. Victor was asleep, his bare, smooth torso mostly out
of the bedding. Paul carefully disentangled himself from the older man's
limbs so as not to wake him, and then stepped out onto the mink-covered
dais on which the bed sat, and then over the animal skins into the walk-
in wardrobe on his way to the bathroom. Turning on the light, he passed
the racks of his furs and as he did so he stroked them, one after
another, savouring their softness, smelling their perfume. In the huge
bathroom he pushed his erection down, peed and then quickly wiped his
face and anus free of Victor's dried semen, and then, in one of the
large, gilt mirrors he reapplied lip gloss before tousling his hair out.
He loved his reflection; he was becoming the epitome of femininity in the
body of a boy. He briefly pinched his own nipples for sheer pleasure,
and the thought of actually having breasts flitted into his mind, but
only briefly. He was aroused, urgent in his now twisted longings- mainly
for cock, and thinking of Victor's lovely penis available to him there
under the satin and fur, he went back into the massive bedroom.
In the dim light from the open wardrobe he drank in the wonder of this
room. Paul could not believe that this splendour was his- his own domain
of sensuality, pleasure and the gratification of homosexual lust. He
could see Victor in the bed, sprawled sleeping on the satin and fur
pillows- a strong, licentious older man not only available for Paul but
also his teacher, mentor, guru and master in all the endless
possibilities of unbridled sexual perversion between men and boys. As
Paul walked towards the vast bed over the animal skins his toes curled
into their soft pressure. He stepped up onto the black mink dais, then
climbed up onto the bed. It was so big he was able to go in front of the
silk canopy, behind the pillows on which Victor slept, and look down on
Victor from behind him. Then, stealthily, the wicked boy dived slowly
under the satin and fur and slide himself down in the swishing, silky
darkness underneath. He felt so sexy, swimming in softness and perfume
down along his master's naked body. Eventually he arrived, his face very
close to Victor's hairy groin and large balls, and of course his penis,
flaccid in sleep. Paul breathed in deeply, savouring the smell of the
man, and of the semen that had been spilt on his body in the evening and
night. So now Paul, his legs on the pillows beside Victor's head, moved
gently forward and, with his hands, brought Victor's penis to his lips
again, opened his hot, wet mouth, and started kissing and sucking it.
Far away, above the satin sheets and silver fox fur under which his mouth
and tongue was engaged in its work, Victor was murmuring in his sleep,
and Paul felt him move his pelvis, pushing his penis in towards Paul's
head, deeper into his mouth. Victor's penis began to stiffen and
elongate as Paul sucked at it, now gripping the thickening shaft with one
hand, the other cupping his large, hairy testicles. Victor started
pushing his cock in and out and was now making grunting noises. He was
obviously awake! Paul felt and heard a shift of satin and fur around
him, and then Victor's hot breath on his own groin. A few seconds later
came the warm wetness of a mouth engulfing Paul's very erect penis; a
sensation that radiated all the way from its tip down into his belly and
straight up his young body to a wonderful tingling in his busy mouth.
Even through the thick, silky bedding Paul could hear Victor slurping on
his cock, and both man and boy were now pushing their organs in and out
of each other's mouths, beginning to pant with rising anticipation. This
wonderful reciprocity of pleasure between them continued for a delightful
few minute, both of them now moaning with excitement, although Paul's
noises were muffled by the scented bed coverings that covered his head.
Suddenly there was a big swishing noise as Victor pulled all the satin
and fur off their writhing bodies so they were now naked on top of the
bed, uncovered, slurping and sucking in glorious mutual fellatio. By
slightly turning his head upward Paul could see their reflection in the
mirror above, an image of man and boy pleasuring each other on a vast
satin-covered bad, surrounded by fur. This wonderful picture of
homosexual coupling, together with the sensational feel of Victor's hot
mouth engulfing his penis, brought Paul to surging orgasm. As it arrived
Paul brought both hands onto Victor's stiff penis, reddened with his
lipstick and wet with his saliva, and pumped it as quickly as he could,
so that shortly after his own climax into Victor's mouth his own mouth
was once again filled with Victor's luscious, salty, slimy seed. The
surging sensations at both ends of his body made Paul dizzy with
pleasure. As soon as Victor stopped spurting, he grasped Paul's body and
pulled it away from his and turned the boy effortlessly on the silky
sheet so that Paul's face, his mouth full of semen, came up to his, and
Victor kissed Paul, drawing their bodies together in writhing ecstasy,
their tongues covered in each other's semen merging in their open mouths
like some obscenely copulating undersea creatures. Victor and Paul spent
minutes kissing and kissing, slurping at their mixed up seed, gradually
swallowing it all between them, until all that was left was their saliva,
still gushing into their mouths as their bodies twisted together in the
joyous physical pleasure of forbidden lust.
Then, as their excitement subsided, Victor pulled back the satin and furs
over them, and Paul, cradled by the man's warm body, slipped happily into
a deep, satiated sleep. And later, when he awoke alone, it was to a
delicious breakfast brought to him as usual by Erica. Today he began the
process of leading Paul to self-sufficiency in perversion: teaching him
to prepare his body for sex with men, teaching him to make up his own
face so skilfully that men's lust would be instantaneous and
overwhelming, teaching him to put together wildly provocative ensembles
from the gorgeous clothes and accessories he had in his fabulous
wardrobe, teaching him to walk in very high heels, and eventually
teaching him to share in the design of clothing for boys that accentuated
their loveliness and availability for homosexual contact, especially with
older, wealthy men.
After Paul had been massaged, bathed and coiffured, dressed only in high
heels and sheer black hold-up stockings, he had his first delightful
lesson in making up his face. When they were satisfied with the result,
he clipped on gold and diamante earrings, a large diamante choker, put on
some matching bangles on his wrists and an ankle, and after inserting his
delicious, oiled plug into his rectum, went to the wardrobe with one idea
only: to dress for sex with a man early in the afternoon, before Victor
came home. Naturally, he confided in Erica and was of course thinking of
Emil.
"It's Emil's weekend off," said Erica, "and he's gone into the city."
Paul suggested Frank and Harold.
"They're mine," said Erica flatly. Then he softened. "You've not met all
the staff yet, Paul. Spend a day wandering around. See who you like."
Paul was silent, moving gown after gown, dress after dress along the
rails. Suddenly he stopped, and moved over to the fur wardrobe, and did
the same, but now leaning into the coats and jackets of fox, mink,
raccoon, muskrat, beaver, ermine, otter, seal, coyote, wolf, chinchilla
and opossum, twisting his naked chest, buttocks and especially his
hardening penis against the soft, scented furs. Suddenly he reached in
and pulled out a mid-length long-haired fur and held it against his body.
"This is so soft," he exclaimed, stroking his whole body with it. The
colour was pale brown, but the hairs had silver tips to them, so the
whole coat shimmered in the light.
"That's sable," said Erica, "one of the most expensive furs money can
buy."
Paul put it on. It was mid length at the back, but the front was shaped
so that the coat was widely open at the front, coming together just above
the hips. He pulled up the thick, silk-soft collar and went to the
mirror. His penis stood out just below where the coat fastened. The
reflection of himself enveloped in this luxurious softness, his
stockinged legs sheer down to his very high heels, his blonde hair
falling over one eye and the thrilling sight of his own erect penis
jutting out of the fur so aroused Paul that he wanted to rush out of his
room and get fucked immediately- anywhere, and by any man.
"You can't go around like that!" Erica laughed, "My staff will all stop
work."
Erica pulled out a pink silk chemise with ruffled lapels, collar and
cuff. Paul gave him the fur and put it on and looked back into the
mirror. The soft, ruffled hem fell to his thighs, below his tenting cock
but above the lacy tops of his stockings.
"That's lovely and sissy," purred Erica.
That word again!
"They called me sissy at school sometimes," said Paul, twisting left and
right and letting the soft fabric swish against his tingling skin,
"because I wouldn't fight and didn't like games."
"Ah, sweet boy," replied Erica, "it means a bit more than that! It means
that you love soft, effeminate things, like that beautiful chemise with
its ruffled collar, or this luscious fur, the feel of it in your fingers,
the touch of it on your cheek, the way it caresses you when you move. So
you are definitely a sissy, aren't you?"
Paul smiled, enjoying every moment of the conversation with the
outrageous, experienced man, and also the sensations of the silk against
his body. He took the fur from Erica and slipped it on over the chemise.
It made a beautiful swishing sound as he did so.
"Yes, I'm a sissy," he murmured, once again pirouetting, strolling the
fur and admiring his reflection in the mirror.
"But it also means," Erica went on, "that you want to dress up in these
lovely soft things to attract men- masterful men, strong men who will
dominate you, have their way with you. And you want to please them in
every way they ask. You don't mind being humiliated, abused, even hurt
by them. Are you still a sissy?"
Paul fell silent for a while, staring at his reflection.
"I don't know- I certainly love to be cared for, to have a man like
Victor arrange everything for me, and I certainly love being attractive
to men, and I certainly love being... fucked by strong men. But in a way I
sometimes feel more like, well, being the dominant one. Maybe a little
cruel. So maybe I am not a real sissy?"
Erica was looking at him, hard.
"No, I think you're right, Paul sweety. I think you're more of a queen- a
real queen."
Paul turned and smiled at Erica.
"You are lovely, Erica. Thank you for everything you have taught me.
I'll take your advice and wander around the Manor."
"Be back here by six, darling boy. You've got a big night tonight!"
Paul smiled and left his bedroom.
*******
In his wildest fantasies, Paul had never imagined he would one day find
himself dressed as a sexy woman, in high heels and stockings, furs and
silks, made-up, jewelled, and wandering around in a sexually aroused
state, with a plug moving inside him, in a vast mansion in which
everybody and everything was devoted to homosexual sex. He was getting
more adept at walking in heels, and almost skipped down the big staircase
to the hall below. Of the several doors leading off he knew some
already- to the library, to Erica's boudoir, towards the kitchen and
dining room, and of course to Victor's bedroom where he had willingly
gone, dressed only in a huge fur coat, to be ravished for the first time
on that magical night a few weeks ago. He stopped in the hallway and
listened. There was someone using a vacuum cleaner in the library, so he
went in.
He was astonished to find a young woman working there, a maid, who turned
towards him as he went in. She was petite, Asian, with her long black
hair coiled up under a frilly white bonnet. She was in a black satin
dress under which a short but frothy petticoat was showing, and her black
stockinged legs ended in high heeled patent bootees. She was beautiful.
She smiled at him and bowed.
"Hello! What's your name?" Paul asked.
"I am Moon, Master Paul," she said. Her voice was husky, sexy.
"I didn't know there were any women here," Paul said.
Moon laughed.
"Not woman!" Moon said, and pulled up the petticoat to show black satin
panties with a bulge in them. He then saw that Moon had no chest.
Paul smiled, both fascinated and alarmed. This boy was so pretty, so
feminine, that he must be attractive to Victor. A little stab of
jealousy hit him, although he realised that Victor must be having sex
with other boys all the time.
"Where are you from?" he asked.
"I Japanese. I newhalf."
Paul had never heard of this.
"I finish now. I go for swim. You come too?"
Paul, curious, agreed. Moon put the cleaner and tools into a cupboard,
and then came over to Paul and shyly took his hand and they walked
together out of the library and along the corridor towards the pool
entrance. Paul kept looking at the beautiful boy in his satin uniform
swishing along beside him, and once or twice caught Moon looking at him.
The boy had naturally long lashes and his lips were beautifully glossed.
Paul began to get excited about the fact that this lovely thing liked
him.
In the marble dressing room they stood face-to-face and took off their
shoes, stockings and clothes, throwing them onto gilt chairs. Moon undid
his hair, which tumbled, glossy black, onto his shoulders and down his
back. Paul took out his anal plug. Naked, they looked at each other:
two boys, slim and beautiful in their different ways, each made-up, each
now with erections, each with long, silky hair- one black, the other
blonde- each made for sex with men. Paul was a good deal taller than
Moon, whose cock was small, proportionate to his petite frame.
"You lovely, Master Paul," said Moon.
"So are you, Moon," replied Paul. Moon looked a lot like one of the
Asian boys who he'd seen on the silver screen the night before, cavorting
in the back of the car on the way to the wedding.
Moon came over to Paul, took his hand again, and led him to a mirror.
They looked at their reflections, standing hand-in-hand and side-by-side.
Moon reached over and stroked Paul's penis, still looking in the mirror.
This sent a shiver of lust through Paul, who moaned, turned towards Moon,
and drew his slight body to his, and kissed the boy on the lips. He
smelt lovely, and Paul's tongue was into his open mouth in a second. The
boy responded warmly and wetly, and, arms wrapped around each other,
their hands explored each other's naked skin as they kissed. Paul's very
erect penis was rubbing against Moon's belly, while Moon's equally erect
cock was pushing against Paul's thigh. Paul found, without thinking,
that he was bending over Moon, and that his hands gravitated to his
smooth buttocks, and then Paul's fingers were searching out the pretty
boy's anus, and with one of them Paul was pushing at the hole.
Suddenly Moon broke the kiss, untangled himself, and ran away towards the
pool, laughing, his penis waving.
"Catch me!" he called.
Paul laughed, aroused, and gave chase, and into the warm pool they
plunged.
So the two boys swam together- or rather, played together- in the warm,
perfumed water, their naked bodies coming together, writhing together,
then separating, again and again. They laughed and splashed each other,
chased each other, grabbed at each other's cocks, kissed, rubbed against
each other, fingered each other's anuses, and now and then there were
quieter spells where they lay together in the water on the big steps of
the pool, kissing and masturbating each other. Finally, Moon climbed out
of the pool and into a huge hot shower on one of the aisles, and offered
a bottle of shampoo to Paul, pointing at his own long black hair. Paul
came into the shower with him, and the two boys shampooed each other,
until both their bodies were covered in oily, scented foam, and then they
slid onto the floor under the hot water and resumed their kissing and
exploration of each other's bodies, their penises sliding over each
other's flesh in riotous, sensuous turmoil until they both climaxed on
each other, laughing.
Although satiated, Paul and Moon could not keep their hands off each
other as they sat together drying and brushing each other's hair,
swaddled in thick white towels, nor when they started to dress each
other. Moon was entranced by Paul's sable coat, and tried it on, naked,
inside out, becoming rapidly erect again under the caresses of the fur on
his body. Paul, still naked apart from his stockings and excited by
Moon's pleasure, sat on a fur-covered pouffe in front of a mirror and
pulled the boy to him so Moon could watch as Paul sucked the boy's lovely
little erection, caressing him through the fur. Soon Paul was rewarded
by a jet of jism, Moon laughing with joy. There followed of course a
lovely long kiss between the boys, Moon in a soft embrace of sable
greedily sucking his own semen from Paul's hot mouth.
But soon order was restored: Paul, smelling sweet from the swim and
shower, was back in his raunchy silk and sable outfit, plug in, stilettos
and jewellery on, and Moon was back in his sexy maid outfit. At the door
of the pool they parted with kisses and caresses.
******
Paul was hungry after his romp with the little Asian boy-maid, and went
to the kitchen. Frank was there, and bowed as he went in. Paul ordered
some oysters and champagne, and sat at a kitchen table to eat and drink.
Frank could not keep his eyes off the beautiful, blonde, fragrant boy
with his silk-stocking tops showing as he sat, long jewelled legs
crossed, in stiletto heels, a skimpy chemise that rode up and threatened
to reveal Paul's penis at any moment, and on top of all this sexual
display, a fabulously expensive fur coat. Frank was looking at a very
apparent object of homosexual desire. Of course, Paul fully appreciated
this, and found it amusing to be arousing merely by his rather disdainful
presence the lust of one of Erica's consorts. Amusing enough for his
penis to be hardening again under the silk of the chemise.
He was just drinking the last of the champagne- already feeling
delightfully tipsy- when Stefan came into the kitchen. The huge man
stopped dead when he saw Paul, and took a bit of time before he bowed.
His dirty white jacket was opened half-way down his chest, and his fat
man-breasts were visible. He just stood and looked at Paul, licking his
fat lips. Paul looked back, appalled. Stefan represented a singularity,
a discontinuity in the otherwise dreamy world of opulence, pleasure and
beauty with which the Manor was permeated. He was dirty, fat, ugly and
disgusting.
And exciting.
Paul's penis was stiffening even more as the obese, repulsive man stared
at him with open lust. Paul did not understand it, but he did not fight
it. Stefan was sexually charged, his trousers beginning to tent, and
Paul's body was responding. The man obviously knew what was happening in
his own fat body, but seemed also to sense something that was happening
between him and this luscious plaything of his master's.
"Would you like to see the meat store, Master Paul?" he asked.
Paul was immediately clear what he was being asked. He was being invited
to go into the meat store and have sex with Stefan, the most revolting
man he had encountered in his short life.
"Yes, Stefan, show me," said Paul, and stood up. He noticed Frank's
amazement and dismay. Stefan went into the cold store after Paul, and
pulled the heavy door shut behind them. It was cold, and Paul gathered
the sable around him. Stefan came past him and walked towards a bloody
mass on the block.
"This is fresh liver, Master Paul," he said, and plunged his hand into
the wobbling mass. Blood trickled down his arm as he held up a handful
of raw, brown liver.
"You can eat this raw, Master Paul. It's very good for you."
Paul was wide-eyed as the man pushed it into his mouth and started eating
it, blood now running down his fat chins.
He pulled up another handful. It dripped onto the block as he held it up.
At the same time, with his free hand, the man unzipped his bloodied
trousers and pulled out his erect penis. It was not thick, but very long
indeed. Stefan then pushed the liver onto his penis, and started rubbing
it with the soft, bloody offal.
"Would you like to try some?"
His obscenity sexually overwhelmed Paul, and the boy's body reacted
before he had time to think. He walked up to the block, letting the
sable coat fall open, pulling out his anal plug and tossing it onto a
counter, and with one hand reached down and grabbed more liver and
stuffed some of it into his own mouth. It felt cool and sensuous, and
smelt of very little. With his other hand he grasped Stefan's penis
under the liver already on it and started masturbating him. He pulled
one leg up onto the block, releasing his own erection and leaned into the
man to push against his wobbling flesh under the dirty coat, and then,
his mouth half full of raw, bloody stuff, he kissed Stefan on the mouth,
with his tongue pushing the liver from his own mouth into the man's.
Blood ran down his chin, down his sleeves, into his furs, over the
chiffon and down his stockings as Stefan's strong arms, wrapped around
the scented boy as they kissed, Paul leaning heavily into the man,
sexually hypnotised. Paul swallowed the raw liver in his mouth and then
found himself moaning with lust for this dreadful being. Then, after
what seemed to be just a moment Stefan broke the kiss, twisted Paul round
and pushed him down onto the butcher's block, the boy's beautifully made-
up face squashed into the raw liver, his bloodied sable coat lifted up
over his chest, the chemise also, and Stefan's long penis, slimy with
blood, was into his shuddering body with powerful thrusts. The man's huge
weight was pushing down on him, the man's foul breath in his face, and
the man's strong arms holding Paul's now naked waist as he pounded his
cock in and out of Paul's willing body. Paul was shouting out as each of
Stefan's thrusts, his penis longer than any he had known, brought a
greater thrill. Stefan was also bellowing like a bull, and Paul managed
to free one hand, covered in raw liver, and masturbated himself in the
slimy offal as he was being sodomised, violently, passionately, and
gorgeously, until came the fat cook's climax, closely followed by Paul's.
*****
After his orgasm, Stefan simply fell forward panting, his vast fat body
crushing the perfumed boy against the bloody wooden block, Paul's face
and hair pushed sideways into the bloody pulp of the raw liver, the man's
long cock deep inside Paul. Paul could just breathe, and his hand was
still on his own blood-covered erection. Paul was deeply thrilled by
what had happened, and lay there, pleasantly squashed, alternately
squeezing his buttocks together and relaxing them, pulling in and then
releasing out of his anus the cook's penis, this communicating his
pleasure to the otherwise revolting man to whom he had just given
himself. After a while, Stefan heaved himself up and pulled out of Paul.
The deep sensation of the long prick's withdrawal brought Paul both
pleasure and sadness: for he now loved the feeling of a man's cock in his
practiced and accommodating rectum, and felt empty without one. They
stood up, Paul shaky with the delicious shock of what had happened- shock
mainly at his own unfettered depravity. Paul pulled down his chemise,
and let the blood-stained fur fall back around him. The room was very,
very cold, and it the excitement of the sex he had not noticed it. But
Paul was not finished with Stefan. Post-coital guilt was now alien to
this wanton boy, greedy for pleasure. He turned and faced the disgusting
cook, whose bald head and half-naked flabby chest was covered in sweat,
despite the temperature in the cold-room. Paul leaned down and wiped his
bloody mouth on the man's skin, licking his sweat, and then nibbled at
Stefan's nipple on his fat breast. Then he straightened, looked Stefan
in the face. The man was staring in awe. He still had raw liver on his
lips. Then Paul took the man's head in his hands, leant into him again
and kissed him slowly and deliberately on his thick lips, sucked the
liver off the cook's face and swallowed it.
"Mmmmm, Stefan, that was lovely! Thank you for showing me the cold
store. It's lovely. And, Stefan, so is your cock," Paul said, smiling,
and then he turned, swept up the glass plug, and left.
There was no-one in the kitchen, nor did he meet anyone until he got to
his room.
He went straight into his black and golden bathroom, ran a bubble bath
and stripped off everything, leaving all the clothes on the floor. He
took off his jewellery and got into the huge bath, turned on the auto-
refill, sank his head back onto the pillow, and lay there, his still-
bloody mouth smiling a satisfied smile, and fell asleep.
End of Part 5
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