The Debt

THE DEBT

My name is Beaumont Wakefield, and I am not a nice man.

You might even consider me cruel. Last night I accepted a young man’s wager of two thousand pounds when I knew he did not have it to lose. I knew his father had cut him off from the family fortune just because he did that sort of thing. I also knew, did he lose, he would have to make some sort of arrangement for payment with me, or else have his good word and honor damaged beyond repair. When he lost to me, I named my terms with pleasure. A month in my possession, as my sexual slave.

He at first drew his sword and made a great deal of noise about abominations and sin. I had closed the door of the room after asking the other men to excuse us. So, I stood and listened as he railed, then said, “My house in Kent early tomorrow,” and then departed.

Now the hour had arrived and already my cock swelled in anticipation of having him. I sat in my bed chamber nursing a brandy as my butler showed him in. “Lock the door, Stephen.” I set aside my glass.

He obeyed with clear reluctance. Young and sporting false composure, he addressed me. “I have come to honor my debt, sir.”

“Good. Undress for me.” I watched him slowly and reluctantly remove his sword and clothing. He possessed a beautiful, muscular body, a big phallus and heavy balls. I estimated he would measure eight or nine inches when erect. “Tell me, have you ever had another man’s cock in your mouth.”

“Certainly not.”

“Been buggered?”

“Nay!”

I smiled. A virgin ass and mouth. “Have you ever fucked, had your cock sucked?”

“I cannot see why you need to know.”

I observed his extreme discomfort as I stared at his penis. “It titillates me.”

“I had a woman once.”

“Well, Stephen, you will have plenty of experience when you have settled your account with me.” I opened my breeches and my erection sprang out. “Come here and get down on your knees.” He approached me warily his gaze dipping to my groin. He sank to the floor and I caught his head in my hands and pulled it to my lap. “Take me in your mouth.”

He hesitated. I released him with one hand, gripped my shaft, twisted my fingers in his clubbed hair and hauled him downward as I guided my phallus to his lips. They parted under the pressure and then I slid over his silky tongue and into delicious wet warmth. He gagged a little as I lift my hips and butted the back of his throat. Moving his head up, then back down, I commanded. “Suck me, Stephen.”

I watched his face as I fucked his mouth roughly, my orgasm building quickly. It felt so good to use him for my pleasure. I groaned, more excited than I had gotten in years. “My glorious suck boy. God, I am going to come in your mouth.” The climax ripped out of me and I spurted as I held him down on me. Hoarsely, I growled, “Swallow it. All of it.”

He made a sound that might indicate rebellion, so I held his head in both hands and thrust twice, hard, giving his mouth a last fucking. “You’re going to drink barrels of that,” I told him, allowing him to raise his head. “Go get on the end of the bed. On your knees, chest down, ass up.”

I stood, stretching and enjoying having the edge taken off enough to slow down with him. I fetched my oil and went to stand behind him. As I worked my softening phallus back erect, I slicked it heavily with lubrication. Then, grabbing his penis with the other hand, I began to pull and rub it. He groaned, sounding pained, and hardened at once. “That’s a good boy. I like to play with a man’s erection while I fuck him.” I sank a slick digit passed the tight ring of muscle at his entrance. My excitement began to build very quickly. “And, while I finger him,” I added.

I kept adding fingers, stretching his as I tugged and squeezed Stephen’s penis, rolling the foreskin and watching the unwelcome, forbidden pleasure seduce him. Finally, I had four fingers in him, rotating my hand and thrusting as he leaked pre-orgasm fluid in a steady stream. I withdrew my fingers and gripped my cock and guided it to his ass. The size of me often makes experienced holes feel like virgins again, and this hole was one. The crest of me pressed him and he groaned. I let go of his jerking penis and held his hips as I worked my erection up his arse.

“You’re so tight.” It felt like he might rip my cock off. Stephen grunted and began to tremble. I withdrew and thrust hard into his hot, wonderful sheath. He cried out and tried to move forward. I grabbed his arms, twisting them high behind his back and fucked him properly, forcing his arse to accept my erection.

“Oh God! Oh God!” he yelled, voice filled with a dark, unwelcome passion.

I jerked him back to meet my plunges, growling, “You rock back to take it. Fuck me with that ass.” He obeyed and I leaned down to say, “I am going to spew my cum in you.” He made a strangled sound and I rocked my hips from side to side as I slammed at him. I rammed him, loving the way he clenched and clamped on my cock. I released my hold on him to reach under him and grab his erection in one hand and his balls in the other. I jerked him roughly as I squeezed his taut sack and gave a few brutal thrusts before I held deep, erupting, shooting my climax deep into him. A powerful shiver passed through him, he gave a guttural yell and spewed semen onto the bed. I continued to rub his cock, murmuring, “Good boy. Such a good little bitch boy.”

I pulled out and rolled him over onto his back, then I pushed my four fingers back into him, feeling my cum in him as I sucked his sensitive, softening penis. He made animal sounds of pain-pleasure and began to slowly swell in my mouth as I finger fucked his freshly busted arse. My cock twitched. I loved to do this to a man after I fucked him.

Stephen spread his legs and bent his knees. Lifting my head, I smiled. “You are a good bitch boy. You like this don’t you, pet?”

He nodded and flushed with I thought must indicate shame. “When you’ve finished your service, you may not wish to leave.” I brought him to climax with my mouth, but moved and made him spew his seed onto his face.


Later that night, a playmate of mine arrived, answering my summons. I went to greet him in naught save breeches.

“A new toy?” Michael clearly hoped so.

“Aye.” We entered my chambers as Stephen stepped from his bath. He flushed, wrapping a drying cloth about his slim hips. I bolted the door and turned the key in the lock. “Take that off, boy. Let him look at you.”

Michael gave a delighted gasp when Stephen complied. “He’s beautiful, Beau. Is he passionate?”

“Very.” I saw the wariness and unwilling anticipation in my pet’s expression. “But, he’s very green. We have a duty to help him learn what he likes.”

“Can I have him in my mouth?”

“I knew you’d want to. Counted on it, even.” I observed Stephen’s face. Heat leapt in his dark green eyes.


Hope you enjoy. ~ TDQ ~