The Manor

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THE MANOR

Copyright(C) 1987
by Lisa Romley with some changes by Ty
Part I: The Arrival

     It was not without a certain misgiving that M brought her 14
year old nephew Eric to Miss Reage's estate that late, cloudy
afternoon. He knew the consequences of going to The Manor after
their discussion that very morning, but M remained apprehensive.
Would Eric have second thoughts under Miss Reage's appraising
glances, or would he become terrified the moment of his full
comprehension?

     Leaving the cab at the gate they walked through a low, ivy
covered archway to the heavy oak door. M smiled inwardly at her
choice of this handsome young boy with his perfect features and
strong build. She rang the bell. 

     A maid ushered them to a small, carpeted room off the hall and
left them alone, closing the door. The room was empty except for
a chest of drawers, table, and two padded ottomans. A full length
mirror covered one wall. She placed her coat and handbag on the
table. She must prepare him for Miss Reage. 

     "Eric, we must remove all of your clothing. Give them to me."
She used a key to open a small, wood-paneled locker while he sat
on an ottoman and took off his shoes and socks. Afterward he stood
and unbuttoned the rest of his garments, surrendering them to her
until at last he wore only undershorts.

     "Those, too," M said, holding out her hand. A flush of
embarrassment swept over him. He hesitated. "Come on," she urged. 
He put his thumbs inside the elastic and slid the garment past his
knees, to the floor, and stepped out of them. He was now totally
naked in front of her. She smiled and let her eyes wander over him,
then put his shorts in the locker and turned the key. 

     He stood next to the ottoman and she was pleased with the
image of his buttocks in the mirror. Miss Reage would approve. She
opened a drawer and found the handcuffs. "Eric, I must follow Mrs.
Reage's rules. I know it is difficult, but I'll be with you, at
least at first. Please turn around and give me your left hand." 

     He hesitated, then faced the mirror. She quickly handcuffed
his hands comfortably behind him, double locking the ratchets. She
turned him around, explaining in a firmer voice, "Now Miss Reage
will want you to spread your legs. You must remember to do it this
way," she said, tapping his inner thigh. She urged his feet outward
on the warm carpet until his legs spread unnaturally, stretching
his thigh muscles taught. His genitals hung free and glaringly
exposed. She moved her hand over his buttocks, feeling and
squeezing. His erection grew rapidly, to her satisfaction. "And
remember not to speak unless asked." 

     She returned to the drawer and withdrew a white hand-towel and
a small tube of clear jelly. She opened the towel and lay it on the
table, put some jelly on her fingers and carefully spread it over
the head of his penis, causing it to surge rigidly upward. She
closed the tube and lay it on the towel. 

     There was a click of the door latch and it opened for an
attractive woman dressed in a black evening gown with heels and
long gloves. She carried a small leather case. She stepped in and
closed the door. Eric saw her glance fall to his genitals as she
put the case down and walked slowly around him, her eyes moving
over his body from head to toe. "Was the driver on time?" she asked
M. 

     "Yes, thank you." 

     She continued her appraisal for what seemed like several, long
minutes. Finally, "Have you whipped him?" 

     "No, he's new and untrained, a beginner, Miss Reage."

     "You have my admiration for choosing such a specimen. Of
course I will have to examine him." 

     "Of course."

     "Shall we begin?"

     "Yes, please."

     "Good." She sat down on the other ottoman. "Bring him closer."

     M took his elbow and walked him in front of Miss Reage, his
erect penis at her eye level, and again tapped the inside of his
thighs, spreading his legs wide. He nervously pulled against the
handcuffs, breathing faster. 

     "When you are finished here," Miss Reage addressed Eric, "you
will have become a trained, sexual slave in every respect. You will
be a prize for your owner, rather than another clumsy male." She
looked at M, "Has he been sized?" 

     "No, but is it necessary, so soon?" 

     "Oh yes, we do it right away. But, in a moment." She removed
her gloves and ran her hand up Eric's leg, beside the scrotum,
feeling the tumescent perineum. Her fingers played with his
testicles, one by one, moving them up and down, feeling their
shapes. Eric emitted a small moan. With both hands she spread the
scrotum, testicles apart, and examined it. She lifted his balls and
looked behind them, feeling the shaft at the base of the penis.
Finally, with two fingers, she squeezed the very tip of the glans,
forcing out a clear drop. "He is a remarkable choice. I think the
others will agree, don't you?"

     "Oh yes. I want to show him tonight."

     "But first we must finish. Bring me the case, please, and if
you have any questions, ask them."

     M set the case in front of Miss Reage and asked, "How long
must he be handcuffed?"

     "Only until he is done. I believe this will do." She chose a 
phallus from the case. It was smooth and black, with a ring 
attached 
to the base. "Bend him over the other ottoman and bring me the 
jelly,"
she said as Eric's eyes widened. 

     Eric was positioned with his legs spread, but his head down
on the ottoman and his buttocks raised sharply. He was conscious
of his balls hanging down in full view of M and Miss Reage. He
could not see, but only feel what they were doing. 

     Miss Reage squeezed some jelly onto the tip of the phallus.
"Now M, stand beside him, turn his feet inward as much as possible,
and with both hands, spread his cheeks." 

     M complied. Eric felt her hands on his buttocks, pulling them
apart and exposing his anus. "But why turn his toes inward, Miss
Reage?" 

     "It prevents him from pressing his buttocks together and
resisting the phallus, M. Now watch carefully." The jellied tip of
the phallus felt slippery to Eric as it touched the mouth of his
anus.

     "When you do this, M, tease the sphincter with the instrument
as I am doing. It teaches his anus to grasp the tip and makes
penetration easier. You might also pull slightly on his scrotum,
like this." 

     She took his scrotum, above the testicles, and pulled gently
down in a milking motion. Eric moaned loudly.

     "This milking action relaxes the males, M. Helps them learn
to take the phallus. Now feel his cock. Is it very hard?"

     M reached underneath his stomach and felt his penis. It was
bone-hard. Another loud moan escaped from Eric. She spread his
cheeks again. "If you looked at the end of his cock, M, it would
be red and flared," Miss Reage continued, still teasing his anus
with the phallus. "Relax and breath through your mouth, Eric. 

     "Now M, when you push it in, do it slowly, backing out
slightly, then in again, moving the shaft downward, this way," she
demonstrated, as the tip disappeared and the shaft followed. Eric
gasped. She pushed it in to the ring. "See how the sphincter widens
easily around the shaft? He is taking it well, M. And this is the
right phallus. We won't have to find another size."

     Only the base of the phallus, and the attached ring, was
visible. Eric was panting in short breaths, his hips moving
slightly, causing the ring to bob up and down a few inches. 

     "Yes, I see, Miss Reage. May I try it once?"

     "Of course, dear. Remove it slowly, take your time, and you
may do it again." M took hold of the ring and carefully withdrew
the phallus, pausing slightly as the head passed through the anal
opening and Eric's cheeks quivered violently. 

     "Before you put in back in, straighten him up and check his
penis, M. But be careful not to touch it. He may orgasm instantly,
if you do." 

     M took his elbow and guided him to a standing position. His
cock jutted straight out, pointing slightly upward. "Oh look, Miss
Reage, it IS flared and red!" 

     "That's why you don't dare touch it. He could orgasm
immediately in that state. Now bend him over again." 

     Once more Eric was forced, head down, over the ottoman and his
legs spread apart, feet turned awkwardly in. M applied more jelly
to the phallus and Miss Reage parted his cheeks. "That's right,
dear. Tease the anus with the tip. Let the anus nibble and learn
to reach for it like a trained horse takes the bit." And indeed,
as the tip of the phallus touched Eric's anus, the anal opening
flexed and nibbled, like Miss Reage said. After a moment, with her
slender fingers grasping the base, M easily slid the shaft fully
in, provoking another desperate gasp from Eric. "In time he will
get used to the phallus, M. There is an alternate method of
insertion I should show you, however." 

     Miss Reage slowly removed the instrument. Eric's buttocks
quivered and flexed as the shaft withdrew and he moaned again as
the phallic head passed through the anal opening. 

     "If you position the phallus below the anus, M, you can force
him to squat on it, thereby inserting it himself." She held the
shaft upright, beneath Eric's anus, and then, grasping the top of
his scrotum between her thumb and forefinger, she pulled firmly
down, obliging him to squat onto the phallus. Again, it slid easily
up to the ring. She released her grip on his scrotum. 

     "I think a training harness will do for now, and a leash. Then
we can take a walk to the parlour." 

     "Yes, I want to show him off."

     "Do you think he should be gagged?"

     "I don't know." Another long moan escaped from Eric.

     "Perhaps it would be best since he has never been shown
before."

     "I agree." Miss Reage opened a drawer in the small table and
removed a black leather harness composed of a belt and two thin
straps, attached with buckles. She fastened the belt around his
waist and turned it so the buckle was under his navel. The other
two straps hung down together from the small of his back, fell
between the cheeks and slid through the ring on the phallus,
spreading to each side of the scrotum where she attached them to
the belt near his hips. "Now stand him up, M, and we will collar
him." 

     M stood Eric upright and he jumped slightly, shaking his
harness. "See him prance? It's their way of fighting and testing
the phallus, M. They all do it, for awhile, until they learn that
bucking the phallus is useless. The phallus always wins." Miss
Reage took a small leather collar, no bigger than the circle of a
thumb and forefinger, with a small ring set in the leather opposite
the buckle, and sat herself on the ottoman. "Bring him here M,
facing me." 

     He was placed in front of her and his legs spread. He breathed
heavily, tensing his buttocks until Miss Reage stroked the inside
of his leg, saying "Easy boy. Easy now." She skillfully lifted his
balls and slipped the collar behind and around both his scrotum and
the base of the penis, positioning the small ring at the front, on
top of the collar. As she tightened the collar, Eric groaned,
panting noisily.

     "Oh! Is he all right?" asked M. 

     "Yes dear. Don't be alarmed. New slaves often react strongly
to the harness and collar. He will settle down. If not, there is
the whip."

     At that, Eric moaned again and struggled slightly against the
handcuffs. "Now bring me the leash and gag," Miss Reage instructed.

     M went to the drawer and found them, a long black leash and
a leather gag. "Kneel," commanded Miss Reage, pushing down on his
shoulders. He fell to his knees and swayed slightly. "I won't tell
you again, but I want those thighs spread, even when on your
knees," she reminded. "Now open your mouth. Wider. Now suck on
this. Yes, all the way back." 

     She placed the gag, a soft, compressible leather ball device
scented with strawberry and attached to a strap and buckle, into
his mouth. "It is a tongue suppressor and gag, both," she
explained, pulling the buckle snug behind his neck. "In time, the
scent of strawberry will arouse him." The strap covered his lips
and completely silenced all but the most intense moans. She stood
him up again so that his erection bobbed out in front of her. She
smiled to see Eric quickly spreading his legs. 

     She uncoiled the leash, snapped it to the ring on the small
collar and handed it to M, saying, "He should have knee hobbles."

     Miss Reage took two leather cuffs, joined by a short chain,
from the drawer and buckled Eric's legs together just above the
knees. 

     "Now M, when you lead him, he is hobbled so you can always
keep a slight tension on the leash. Break him to the leather and
phallus by walking around. Perhaps tomorrow you can exercise him
outside on the grounds." 

     Hobbled, Eric moved in quick little steps to obey commands
from the leash as M pulled him forward across the room. "You will
need this to keep his attention," Miss Reage said, handing M a
short, black leather whip. "On occasion, smack his buttocks if he
lags or balks. Later I will show you the art of finer whipping to
raise his responsiveness. I think now he needs a mask for his first
showing, don't you?"

     "Oh yes, I nearly forgot."

     Miss Reage produced a silver party mask and placed it on Eric.
"Now you have a mystery-slave. Really, I do believe there will be
some jealousy, M." 

     "Yes, Miss Reage. So do I." 

     "Now walk him a bit more while I go out and make the
announcement."

     M continued to lead Eric around the room as Miss Reage closed
the door. Once he resisted the leash, standing and squirming,
surprising M. She tugged, but he remained defiant. With a quick
movement, she snapped the whip across his buttocks. A muffled yell
came from behind the leather gag and his knees bent slightly. She
watched his buttocks spasm against both the whip and phallus. He
lurched forward, but she stopped and fastened the leash to a hook
in the wall, at waist level. "Step backwards until the leash is
taut, Eric," she commanded with a new resolve. He obeyed and the
strap pulled up tight on his genitals. "Good. Remember that I still
love you, Eric, but I do want you trained properly and I will use
this whip to be certain you are mine and only mine. Do you
understand?" 

     Eric nodded and moaned. She checked the harness and hobbles.
The phallus remained well in place, held by the straps, with only
the ring partially visible between his buttocks. "Soon we will
going out to the parlour so the other ladies may see you. Please
don't cause me to whip you, for I shall if need be, and remember
to spread your legs when you are not hobbled." She took hold of the
phallus ring and moved it slightly up, forcing Eric to his toes and
another long moan from behind the gag. 

     Taking the leash again, she pulled him toward the door and
opened it. He followed her down the hall, prancing slightly, his
gait accommodating the hobbles and phallus, his penis straight out
and his balls raised beneath the leash strap. They walked toward
a set of closed, double doors leading to the parlour. Light,
merriment and the loud murmur of female voices flowed from under
the doors. She knocked three times.