When I felt I was well-stuffed and could not eat another bite, I declined the third helping of pheasant I was offered with a stifled hiccough.
“What is the matter, Master Charles?” said Lord Harry as he looked up from his meal. “Does the food I have prepared for your enjoyment not agree with you?”
“Oh no, my Lord,” I cried, rubbing my belly for emphasis. “It's just that I have eaten more than my fill and simply cannot indulge myself a single morsel more.”
“Nonsense, Charles,” chastised Lord Harry. “You are a growing young man, are you not? I order you to finish your luncheon and do so with haste, or you shall be the victim of my displeasure.”
“Yes Sir,” I said, only slightly alarmed. The twinkle in Lord Harry's eye bespoke his good humor in this game, and sparked me to wonder what his punishment could be if brought to bear.
Having gorged myself upon the fowl, I leaned back upon my chair, but then released an audible moan when the smiling butler placed a heaping plate of bread pudding before me in the former platter's stead.
“Oh, please, Lord Harry!” I cried. “Have mercy. I could not possibly eat this pudding, though I am certain it's delicious. Why, I am so full that if I eat one thing more, I should positively burst!”
“Peter!” Lord Harry interrupted sharply, “see to it that Master Charles finishes his pudding, for if he does not, then he shall receive a spanking before all in attendance because he did not finish his meal.”
The tall black South African stepped up to the table, took my spoon and shoveled a small portion of the pudding toward my lips. I kept them shut and upturned slightly at the edges, placing an air of mischief into my demeanor. I saw Lord Harry's game, or so I thought. If he wished to see a spanking take place, then he would get one – though an edge of fear did creep into the back of my mind, as I had not received one of these among so many strangers.
“I see that my guest defies me,” said Lord Harry. “Very well, then, so be it. You may proceed, Peter.”
Before I could utter another word, my stuffed and overfed body was turned bottom side up and my robe was pulled harshly to one side, revealing my firm, nude buttocks to prying eyes all 'round me. I was then draped over Peter's great thighs and made to be prone in one swift motion. My hands were bound with rope at the wrists behind me, and this frightened me, but I soon forgot I was tied when Peter's large and sturdy hand came down with a sharp slap to my rump, and this was the first of many.
Lord Harry looked on, grinning widely as I succumbed to Peter's repeated stinging slaps to my blushing buttocks. Though the spanking smarted badly and heated my behind a great deal, I also felt my cock stir and flare as it rubbed against Peter's hard thighs and seemed to absorb the exquisite fire being laid into my rear. The great black man seemed to know the effect his spanking had upon me intuitively, and yet he continued to heighten his attack. Fairly soon, tears were running down my cheeks and I was forced to cry for mercy. “Please, Peter; please Lord Harry, I give in! I shall eat all my pudding if you cease this punishment.”
Peter let me up at Lord Harry's bidding, but did not untie my wrists from behind me. Instead, he spoon fed me the last of the pudding, taking care to dry my cheeks and make certain not a crumb was dropped.
Afterwards, when the utensils had been taken away, but before the cloth was removed, Lord Harry said, “We must have a final course of sweet,” and he directed Peter to take off my robe. When he had done so, I was laid at full length upon the table, my legs slightly raised, my knees bent as far apart as possible. My host then told me to remain in this position, and with a spoon, he smeared my cock and balls and the adjacent parts of my thighs and belly with a plentiful coating of a rich, thick Oriental conserve. This he applied himself to lick off, with the greatest relish, not stopping till he had cleared away every particle with his tongue, and indeed, keeping on after all had gone.
Not content even then, he uncovered the head of my member and put another large spoonful on this and all around the sides, under the knob, also licking this off. And when this was over and I expected at last to be released, more of the conserve was smeared along my sides and upon my breast and belly and cock, and each of the three young men present took a turn in licking and nibbling it off. As they descended upon my hard cock and my swollen, aching body, there upon the oaken table, my reeling mind brought me back to that evening with Cecil, Lord Henry and Gaston de Beaupre, when all those men surrounded and all but devoured that beautiful golden boy. Now it was my turn, I mused, even as I was brought to a glorious spend and sent hot sperm shooting across the tablecloth and into the preserve still left upon my thighs.
Only after this was I untied and allowed to resume my robe, and as I did so, I said, “I have known of that before. It is called baton de sucre, is it not?”
Lord Harry smiled and replied, “That is certainly a very appropriate name, though I do not happen to remember hearing it before. How did you get acquainted with this?”
I told him and he listened with much interest, saying that he should get me to relate more of my adventures to him.
He gave me a volume from a bookshelf and I seated myself in an easy chair by the fire, while he sat down by a desk and began to write.
Jack placed himself on a cushion at my feet and, throwing my gown wide open, commenced to play with my cock and balls. I softly thrust him away and pulled the edges of my robe together, but Lord Harry was observant and, shaking his finger at me, told me to occupy myself with my book and let Jack do as he liked. The boy handled my prick as he listened, pulling and bending my cock this way and that, covering and uncovering the head, tickling my balls and stroking and caressing my thighs, belly and bottom.
Lord Harry wrote for a long time, then rising, he took a chair on the opposite of the hearth from me. Calling Jack to him, he made him kneel on a hassock in front of his chair and presented his cock to him to suck, which Jack did with great gusto.
When the moment came for him to discharge, he held Jack's head between his legs and his hands and told him not to swallow the liquid but to keep it in his mouth.
Jack did so, and Lord Harry brought him over to me, ordered me to hold my head back and open my mouth. He then directed Jack to give me a kiss. This the boy did, and putting his mouth against mine, let Lord Harry's sperm mingled with his own saliva, roll down my throat, assisting the operation with his tongue, and gluing his lips to mine, so that not a drop might escape.
“There,” said my host with a laugh, “that is equal distribution of pleasure, is it not? It reminds one of the old proverb about killing two birds with one stone.”
As the days went on, my enjoyment increased. I shall not further particularize my doings. Lord Harry proved a great entertainer and his brilliant and discoursive conversation was always full of interest, while he gave me, as promised, a selection of highly pleasing and instructive books to read.
Soon after Christmas my friends arrived, all in excellent spirits, and eager to avail themselves of the delights of Lord Harry's entertainments and hospitality.
Each knew our host well and therefore no pretence was made, but all were well content to take things as they found them. He would not let the Duke call him Uncle, but insisted on us all addressing him by his Christian name, saying that it put us all on more friendly terms.
“It is not a nice day today,” he said on the afternoon following their arrival. “We will go to the turret room.”
We had only our dressing gowns on. We lay down and our host asked us to take these garments off, so that he might enjoy the sight of our nude bodies.
Presently he called Jack and said something to him. The boy left the room, but soon afterwards returned with the two black men and the Japanese boys. Lord Harry spoke to the butlers and they took off their tunics. Peter lay on the ground and Ko San worked at his member till it was erect. Takura did the same to Paul. Paul squatted down over Peter, bringing his buttocks over the latter's thighs, then Ko San guided Peter's stiffened weapon into the aperture of Paul's asshole, first well moistening both this and Peter's organ with saliva.