Ivygate - Part 10

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

“What is sex?”

The question hung in the air as Oliver stood before Noah wearing a suit so crisp, the young man had never seen anything like it. The black jacket fit perfectly, and beneath, the same coloured waistcoat pressed firmly against the man’s muscular body. A golden chain dangled from the pocket to the inside, likely attached to an expensive pocket watch. A red handkerchief poked out from the pocket of the white shirt, and in his hand, a long, ornate cane.

“Penetration” Noah answered, thinking himself smart, but Oliver merely smiled at him.

“But what is sex?” He asked again, and the teen cocked a brow.

“Sex” he said back, “sex is sex, sir”.

As Oliver stepped forward, Noah looked down at his naked body. It felt strange to be so exposed, even though it was something that he’d long been used to. The addition of the cage made it somehow stranger.

“I take it that Sebastian has already informed you that whilst you’re in Ivygate, you are merely a hole?”

“Yes sir”.

“And for the most part, that holds a lot of truth” he continued, and walked behind Noah. “You are a series of holes, in fact. You are a hole here” he said, and slid his cane between the cheeks of Noah’s ass. “And you are a hole here”. His thumb brushed over his lips. “However, you’re also a hole here” he continued, and took Noah’s right hand, closing it inside his own. “You are a hole here” he scraped the tip of the cane along the front of Noah’s foot. “Here, here and here”. Every part of Noah’s body was being touched, and then Oliver whispered in his ear. “Your body is your magic”.

For some reason, Noah’s cock bulged in his cage.

“In this lesson, you’re going to learn how to please” he continued, returning to his front. “Perhaps you think yourself quite good at pleasing, huh, boy?”

He did. Noah had almost no negative reviews from his clients back home. Regardless, he stayed silent.

“Sex is power” he went on, “when we make love, we place our power in our partner. We lay down our vulnerabilities. We trust, we do not think. Kiss me”.

The last command took a moment to register with Noah. He stalled for a second, then, without thinking, stepped forward and leaned up to kiss the man, before the cane jabbed into his ribs.

“Ouch”.

“A kiss” he said, pushing him gently backwards, “is more than lips on lips. Sex is more than sex. Kiss me”.

Confused, Noah tried again. This time, the cane lashed against his thigh and made him hiss.

“You’re stressed. Stress has no place in the bedroom”.

“You’re hitting me!” he replied bitterly, rubbing at the thin welt.

“Kiss me and I won’t hit you then”.

For the third time, Noah rushed in, and for the third time, he felt a sting.

“What do you want me to do?!” He barked, and quickly added “sir”.

“I want you to kiss me”.

He wanted to go to bed. Perhaps where they came from, kissing was something more exciting, but where Noah was from, kissing was exactly what Oliver had said it wasn’t.

“Thad!” Oliver bellowed, and the door opened instantly before a still-naked Thad entered the room.

There was only one red boudoir sofa in the room which reminded Noah of a black and white film he’d once seen, which showed a woman smoking a long pipe on a chaise lounge, and wearing fishnet stockings.

Thad stood straight in front of Oliver.

“Kiss me” the man said, and Noah pinned his eyes to Thad as he stepped forward. Oliver’s hand shot up to stop him, but Thad wrapped his fingers around the man’s wrist, and took it slowly to his mouth. He puckered his succulent lips, pressed them gently to the flesh, and ran his tongue delicately over the knuckles. Once again, Noah’s cage bulged. He watched closer as Thad took another step, so slow it felt like time was standing still. He reached for Oliver’s face, cupped it in one hand, and moved his naked body with velvety precision. His lips brushed off Oliver’s, not in a kiss, but in a brief meeting. He turned his head, aimed instead, for the man’s neck, and trailed his tongue across the black stubble. Oliver looked to Noah who now felt a little stupid, and shoved Thad backwards. “Leave”.

When they were alone again, Noah stepped forward.

“Remember what you are, boy” he said, and raised his hand. “You’re a hole, but you have the power to turn any man into putty. Your body is your magic, and when used correctly, you, my boy, are a wizard”.

He pressed his lips gently to Oliver’s knuckles, and felt the strength in them. Just as Thad had done, he moved slowly. He reached the man’s neck, and smelled the expensive cologne. He rubbed his hand down the sharp bristles of Oliver’s tight beard, and couldn’t take his mind off the fact that he had never been as aroused in his life, and yet, he had done almost nothing sexual.

“A cock” Oliver said, pushing Noah backwards with his cane, “is a man’s best friend”. Without hesitation, Oliver unzipped his pressed pants and pulled his meaty rod from the zipper. Noah gawped at it. A river of veins ran through it, and although the man was soft, he was still quite impressive.

“Your job is to make a man forget that anybody else in the world exists but you” he breathed, “you do that by worshipping the thing he loves most. You respect his manhood as though it were royalty. You bow to it, you care for it, you crave it. Every cock you see, is a cock that you need to win over. Now, win over my cock, boy”.

There was no way that Noah could go wrong here. Sucking dick is what he was best at. He’d probably sucked more dick than any of the people in this old castle, and so he dropped this his knees and felt the sting of the cane on his shoulder.

“What the hell, man?” He gasped, rubbing himself.

“Had it been Sebastian standing here, hearing you speak like that” Oliver smiled, “you’d be marched to the courtyard for a whipping”.

“Sir” he corrected, “I meant sir”.

“I’m sure you did. Do you think winning over a man is as easy as sucking his cock?”

The answer was certainly yes, but he didn’t say it.

“Perhaps the men who pay you pocket change may be as easy, but the men you’ll meet during your time at Ivygate have tastes far more exotic than those you are used to. Sucking cock is one of the many tools in your arsenal, Noah. Remember the holes, remember that your body –”

“Is magic” he finished, “alright, alright, let me try again, sir”.

Oliver stood with his arms behind his back, and Noah reached for his cock slowly. Perhaps everything needed to be done slowly here, he wasn’t sure yet. It felt heavy in his hand, but Oliver made no reaction. He squeezed gently, slipped his hand back and forth, and only when he was sure that Oliver couldn’t fault him, did he get to one knee. He licked it, and tasted the freshness from the flesh. He slid his tongue up the sensitive underside, expecting the usual reaction, but the man remained firm. Noah tried again, adding more pressure this time, and ending by taking the thick cock head between his lips. Oliver simply stared.

“Worship it” he said, “respect it, crave it”.

This was ridiculous. How could he crave a cock he’d only just started to suck? How could he respect a cock at all?!

He sucked more into his mouth, choking but not gagging as he did. He did it faster, then slower. He moved his tongue this way and that way, back and forth. He added spit, then sucked it off. He used his hand, then two hands. He forced so much of it into his throat that he did gag, and Oliver made not a single sound.

“I’m afraid that concludes our lesson for today, boy” he said, and stepped back, letting his barely hard cock slip from Noah’s confused mouth. “After lunch, you’ll be taken to the Lounging Quarters where you’ll spend the rest of the evening with a fine group of gentlemen who we refer to as The Serpentinas. You’ll understand why when you meet them, but I do advise that you watch the other boys and take particular care to follow every syllable of direction that you’re given”.

The door swung open and Thad and Bran returned. As Oliver zipped his pants back up, Noah noticed the quick glance he gave him. He really was hot.

When a particularly lonely lunch had concluded, the naked servants took Noah into a small bathroom and freshened him up.

“Don’t speak to the men unless they speak to you” Thad said, rubbing a lubed finger against Noah’s butt hole.

“And don’t look them in the eye, either” Bran added, using a tweezers to remove tiny stray hairs from Noah’s groin.

“Don’t look at them?” He winced, as the sting burned him.

“In the eye” Thad explained, “it won’t be difficult, trust me”.

And he was correct. When the three of them reached the Lounging Quarters, Noah was sure he’d never seen a more majestic room in his life. A huge open door led out onto a gigantic patio area where a glistening swimming pool looked out over a golden beach. The crashing of waves danced through the room, and beautiful couches, chairs and stools sat around a table filled with all manner of wine and food.

“Where are they?” Noah asked, his heart racing.

The double doors on the other side of the room opened to answer his question. A hoard of men appeared, at least a dozen or more, and all of them were identically terrifying. Their ripped upper bodies were naked and drenched in tattoos. Their skin was so dark that the tattoos were only noticeable because of how large they were, and only white linen draped over their groins, and from what Noah could see, they weren’t lacking in the size department. The most terrifying part of all, however, was the snake-like silver masks that each of them wore.

Thad and Bran grabbed Noah and dragged him to his knees, and the three young men lowered their heads. As Noah waited, he could almost hear his heart racing. He watched as the countless bare feet approached and stopped in front of him.

“Tie this one down”.