Ivygate - Part 9

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Rain flooded down the old window. An unusual sight on the island, but the tropical storm had raged through the night. Another clap of thunder shook the castle, but in the South Wing, an eighteen year old boy lay sleeping, with drool down his cheek, and a gentle snore pouring from him. His chest rose and fell softly, covered only by a satin gown that stuck to his flesh with the clammy heat.

The door opened. Two naked young men entered, and stood either side of Noah as he slept, with a quiet but firm rousing, he opened his stinging eyes and took a sharp breath.

“It’s the middle of the night!” he groaned, wincing as a bolt of lightning lit the entire room.

“Let’s go” Thad said, pulling the light sheets from his bottom half and exposing the young man’s morning wood. Noah covered himself with his hands and scowled.

“Another hour” he mumbled, and turned around, only to see Bran’s penis, which remained enclosed in a black cage.

“No” Bran said, pulling the pillows from underneath the teenager’s head, “now”.

Back home, everybody knew that waking Noah before ten in the morning was a recipe for disaster. In his opinion, days shouldn’t begin until midday, and anything prior to that was an utter waste of time. Yet, the two nudists persisted, until they’d dragged him to his feet, and Noah felt like crying.

“Do you have any idea how much I travelled yesterday?” He growled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his knuckles.

“Believe me” Thad said, pulling the satin gown down Noah’s arms until he stood completely naked. “The alternative to being up on time isn’t worth an extra hour in bed”.

By now, he was fully awake, and although he was still exhausted, it was clear that his day had begun. He kept his hands over his junk and followed the young men from the room that he barely had time to enjoy.

As the early morning light began to illuminate the castle, Noah realised that it was even larger than he thought it was the previous night. Countless doors led off the long corridor, and the men either side of him walked as though they were doing a military drill. He swallowed a lump in his throat, not just because of the strange escort, but because he had never walked through a castle naked before. In fact, he’d never walked through a castle at all before.

“You’ll report here every morning at five” Thad said, as they stood outside one of the doors, “you’ll knock twice and enter”.

The young man wrapped on the dark wood twice, and pushed it open. The heat poured over them instantly, and Noah followed them both inside the cosy room. One desk sat opposite, but it was the blazing fire that caught his eye. Despite the temperature outside, the castle was somewhat chilly.

“Good morning Noah” Pierre said, and stood up from behind his desk. “I hope you slept well”.

“Coulda’ been longer” he yawned, and watched as the man rounded the desk and approached him. A smile softened his face, and he sat back on the edge of the desk and nodded at Thad and Bran who stepped back and left Noah alone.

“Drop your hands please, Noah” he said, and something about his voice told Noah that it wasn’t something to be negotiated. He gulped, but obeyed.

“At Ivygate, modesty does not exist” he explained, “you will never hide your body, because there is nothing in the world more natural than a naked human body”.

Noah nodded. He wasn’t sure he agreed, but he nodded anyway.

“I won’t overwhelm you with silly rules” the man continued, and Noah couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were swimming over his naked body. “The golden rule was already explained to you, and so I will remind you only once. You obey everything”.

Reginald had said as much the first night he met him, but something clicked in Noah’s head as he stood there with his arms by his side. This was far bigger than he’d initially realised. Agreeing to obey every command that he was given may have sounded possible whilst sitting in the safety of his own house, but now he was here, and obeying every command was a terrifying prospect.

“Enough of that” Pierre smiled, “as I’m sure the boys have explained, you’ll arrive here every morning at five. Today, we have little to discuss, but tomorrow, you may not be so lucky” he chuckled, “after today, the boys won’t be available to chaperone you, so make sure you listen to them. From here, you’ll go downstairs for breakfast, and shower once you’re done”.

Pierre returned to his chair and stared at Noah for a moment. “You know, I have high hopes for you, Noah” he said, “ensure you don’t let me down”.

With those words, Thad and Bran took him by the arms and led him back toward the door. Instinctively, he reached for his groin, and then remembered Pierre’s words, and dropped his hands again. Maybe the man was right.

At a long table, Noah sat alone. Having his bare ass on a cold wooden bench felt odd, but not as odd as the breakfast that sat in the bowl under his nose. It had the consistency of slop, and was the colour of tar. He pulled the spoon out with a squelch, and watched the slurry drool from the tip. Noah gagged, but his stomach growled, so with a long sigh, the young man stuffed the spoon into his mouth and swallowed quickly. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad.

By the time the bowl was empty, Thad and Bran had returned, and once again escorted him from the large room. He felt like a prisoner, but even prisoners were given clothes. The bathroom reminded him of something from Victorian London. The tiles covered the whole place from top to bottom, and multiple shower heads stuck out from the ceiling.

“Big breath” Thad said, and just as Noah turned to question him, a powerful blast of freezing water exploded over his head, and he screamed out.

“You’ll be thankful for it when the weather gets better” Bran laughed, but Noah barely heard him over the violent chattering of his teeth. He looked down between his legs, and his dick had shrivelled to the size of a thumb.

Minutes later, a towel was thrown to him, and he wrapped the thing around him and whimpered. He wasn’t sure if he was shocked or simply frozen to the bone, but by the time his body was dry, he was being moved again.

“Are we just gonna’ walk around the castle all day?” He asked, somewhat bitterly as he remembered how comfortable his bed had been.

“I’m afraid not” Bran said, and stopped at a black door.

“I’m getting a bit tired of this” Noah groaned, expecting another stupid meeting with another stupid person. Bran opened it, the two young men ushered him in and closed the door behind him, and now he was alone, and the room he stood in, was far less cosy than the previous one.

“Legs apart” a voice called, and he squinted in the darkness before noticing the silhouette of another man. “If I have to tell you again, you’ll be punished”. The voice was rough and stern, and when the man stepped forward, Noah recognised him as Sebastian.

He pushed his legs out. He was already naked, so it made no sense to test the man’s threat. Sebastian hooked his finger under Noah’s chin and lifted his head.

“When you’re being addressed, you’ll keep your head down” he reached up, grabbed a handful of Noah’s hair, and jerked his head downwards. “Eye contact is reserved for intimate moments”.

Noah winced, but remained silent.

“Good” he whispered, running his finger down Noah’s shoulder as he slowly walked around him. “Silence is something that few boys learn so quickly”.

He gasped as the man grabbed the cheek of his ass and pulled it aside, exposing his hole. “With that said” he whispered, running his fingertip over the sensitive rim, “when you are required to speak, you will address your betters using the correct term”.

Sebastian’s strong hand smashed against Noah’s plump backside, and the boy hissed. “Let’s not play stupid, boy” he continued, “I want to hear you say it”.

Still grimacing from the sting, Noah scrunched his nose and said “yes sir”.

“Excellent. You’re a quick learner, boy. Now let’s do something about those unruly hormones”.

The cage slipped over his cock before he had a chance to make sense of the strange new feeling. He looked down, watching as rings and bolts were slid into place, and after just a few seconds, Sebastian stepped back, and suddenly, Noah’s cock was no longer accessible to him.

“What is this?” He asked, his eyes wide as he grabbed his bunched up package and gawped at the man in the darkness.

“Discipline” he said, and that was it. There was no further explanation as to why Noah was no longer allowed to have an erection, and although it wasn’t uncomfortable, he felt a sting of anger. How was this fair?

“You’re a hole” Sebastian said. “Remember that, boy. For the duration of your time here, you are nothing more than a hole”.

Silence followed the sentence. Was the man trying to humiliate him? He glared back through the darkness, until a violent bolt of pain ripped through his groin, and Noah yelped as he grabbed his caged package.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” Sebastian asked, as the muscles in Noah’s body relaxed, and he was able to fully appreciate the pain that he’d just felt.

“No sir” he said reluctantly, because he wasn’t risking another shock.

“Remember it” the man said, “because I’m not as liberal with this button as some of the gentlemen around here are”.

“Yes sir”.

“You’re about to learn your three basic commands” Sebastian continued, “I’ll tell you once, and when I’m done, you’ll demonstrate your understanding”.

“Yes sir”.

“One click of my fingers and you’ll drop to your knees, wrap your hands around the back of your head, and present your body”.

“Yes sir”.

“Two clicks, you present your hole. Right cheek against the floor, hands either side of your face, backside raised, back arched”.

Noah tried to visualise the image. “Yes sir”.

“One clap; legs apart, hands on your head; your body is now available for inspection”.

“Yes sir”.

Without another word, Sebastian clicked his fingers twice, and Noah’s brain stopped working. He dropped to one knee, considered standing back up, reached for his head, and cried out when the electricity drilled through his cock. Sebastian repeated the clicks as he tried to catch his breath, and he pushed his cheek against the cold, concrete floor, arched his back, lifted his ass and prayed that he’d gotten it right.

“Good” he said, and clicked once.

He shot back up, but remained on his knees. Noah clasped his hands around his head, pushed his crotch out, and realised how fucking ridiculous this whole thing was. He waited, and finally the man clapped, and Noah returned to the pose he’d started with, but clasped his hands around his head again.

“It’ll do for now” Sebastian told him, “tomorrow you’ll be better”.

Noah felt a strange sense of accomplishment, despite the fact that he looked like an idiot. “Yes sir” he said, and found himself back in the long hall a moment later.

“Are you a good fucker?” Thad asked, as they walked.

“Huh?”

“Are you good at being fucked?” He pressed, as though that was a completely normal question to ask him.

“I mean…” He felt his cheeks burn, but he supposed that this was something to be expected. “I don’t have to do much, do I? It’s a dick going into my ass?”

Bran sniggered and the two young men looked at each other.

“Oh, Noah” Thad smiled, “Oliver is going to blow your mind”.