Ivygate - Part 8

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

The stone tunnel reminded him of something from a fantasy film. The torches flickered on the walls, sending the shadows of the three young men darting across the slabs below. Noah stared straight ahead as he walked between the two of them, and he wasn’t sure whether he was a guest or a prisoner.

He pictured his mom and brother back home. Would they be worrying about him? He hoped that instead, they’d be enjoying their newfound wealth.

The tunnel dipped further downwards, and then sloped upwards after another minute. Nobody spoke, and only the sound of the naked men’s bare feet could be heard.

Finally, they reached a second door that was far smaller than the first. One of them reached forward and pulled it open, and Noah followed them into a hallway straight from a movie.

A plush red carpet lined the centre. Huge paintings hung on the walls, with grand statues situated at intervals next to countless doors. The ceiling looked more like a sky of bronze, blue and purple, with intricate artwork weaving across it. He let out a gasp, until he felt a soft hand on his back.

“This way” the taller of the two said politely, and he was led, once again, through the hall.

A large staircase stood at the end, and above, so many floors that Noah couldn’t even count. He’d never seen anything on a scale like this before, and the sight made him feel uneasy.

“You can prepare in here” one said, opening a door to their right, “then we’ll take you to the dining hall for supper”.

The room was larger than his entire house back home. A gigantic double bed sat in the centre, and although it was extremely old looking, Noah couldn’t help but look around in awe.

“Here” the shorter one said, and handed him a thin white shirt, that felt coarse and light. He held it up and squinted. There were no buttons, only strips of fabric.

“Undress” the man said, “I’ll help you”.

Somewhat awkwardly, Noah pulled off his t-shirt and stood before the two naked men topless.

“You won’t have to worry about it for long” the young man smiled, and helped Noah into the strange shirt, before tying the strips in the middle.

He looked down at himself. He looked like he had woken up in the sixteen hundreds, but the material was admittedly quite airy and comfortable.

The man lifted up a pair of pants that were the exact same material and colour as the shirt.

“Please” he smiled, and gestured toward Noah’s bottom half.

He should have been used to being naked in front of people. Especially considering the two men were also naked, but as he pulled his pants down, kicked off his sneakers, and stood in his underwear, he felt his cheeks blush.

“Those too” the man said, and Noah grimaced, but obeyed, and stood, a moment later, with his hands over his junk.

When he was dressed in his new outfit, he stared at himself in the fancy old mirror. He looked tired, but otherwise, the colour suited him.

“Time for dinner”.

They returned to the grand hallway, and Noah held his chest to feel the quick beating of his heart. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous. In fact, he didn’t think he’d ever been this nervous. He followed the naked men deeper into the huge castle, until they both turned on their heels and stared at a set of ornate wooden doors.

“Please” one of them said, gesturing for Noah to stand between them. He gulped, but stepped forward, pressing his toes into the plush red carpet and breathing quickly.

Together, the young men gripped the brass door handles, and pushed open the tall doors. Noah gawped as the dining hall became visible, and looked around in awe.

The room was as large as a football field. Dozens of huge windows ran from floor to ceiling on either side, broken only by lanterns every few feet. Two tables ran the entire length of the room on both sides, leaving the middle of the wooden floor entirely empty. The two men pressed their backs to the door, and nodded at Noah, and the teenager swallowed the lump in his throat and walked toward the only other thing he could see.

At the very end of the room, an elegant dark wood table was piled high with food. Chickens, hams, ducks and meats that he’d never even seen before. Jugs of beverages, bowls of potatoes, vegetables as far as the eye could see, and behind it all, four men sat in a row, and watched him approach.

Noah remembered them all. To the left, Oliver sat with his legs crossed, and wore a maroon coloured gown. He was as handsome now as he was back in the cafe. Next to him, Pierre smoked another cigar, whilst keeping his dark eyes pinned to Noah. On the far right, Sebastian looked impeccable. His dark skin seemed to glow against the orange hue of the lanterns, but he made no expression as Noah stopped before them, and looked directly at Reginald.

“Good evening, Noah” the man said, peering down at him like a king to his subject. “I’m glad you made it”.

He couldn’t find any words to say back. He shuffled on his bare feet, and took another look around the place.

“Welcome to Ivygate” the man continued, “I trust you’re hungry, tired and in need of a bath; I’ll see to it that the servants arrange that for you in just a while”.

Noah nodded his head once.

“As this is your first evening” Reginald continued, “we prefer to relax the rules, so you will enjoy the feast with us. You will sleep in the South Wing, and you’ll have use of the facilities. I will say this, however” he smiled and took a sip from a chalice. “These are luxuries that will last only until your eyes open at six in the morning”.

He swallowed again, but his throat was becoming drier by the second.

“Boys!” Reginald called, and clapped his hands twice.

The naked young men that had taken him there, hurried into the room. They didn’t even need to be told what to do, and immediately pushed a chair into the back of Noah’s legs, sitting him down on it before a small table was placed in front of him.

Moments later, a single plate filled to the brim with food was presented to him, and a cup laden with the darkest red wine that he’d ever seen.

“We’re not in America now, Noah” Sebastian said, in his low velvety voice, “here, we have no such laws”.

For no reason other than to wet his mouth, Noah picked up the cup and gulped from it. He’d had wine before, but not like this. The sweet flavours made the hairs on his arms stand, and the alcohol warmed him inside and out.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about Reginald’s speech, but his eyes were heavy and his body; exhausted. He felt his stomach growl, and couldn’t help but eat, and once he started, he didn’t stop until the plate was cleared, and his wine had been refilled twice.

He wiped his mouth with the red napkin he’d been given, and caught the eyes of every man at the table. They watched him closely, and he squirmed.

“Would you like some dessert, Noah?” Oliver asked, but the young man shook his head politely.

“We won’t keep you any longer” Reginald told him, as the naked servants removed the table, and ushered him to his feet. “You’ll need your rest, so please allow the boys to see you to your chambers, and we shall meet again in the morning”.

Before Noah could respond, the man clapped his hands, and the servants took him by the arms and gently led him back the way they’d come. He stole a glance over his shoulders, and saw the somewhat worrying smiles on the four men’s faces. He wasn’t sure why, but something seemed off.

“You’re very well proportioned, Noah” the servant named Bran said, holding his wrist and running the wet sponge down his arm. The bath water trickled down to his fingertips.

“Yes” the other man, whose name was Thad agreed, “your penis is adorable”.

Of all the compliments that Noah could have gotten about his dick, adorable was the worst. He cringed as the two men continued to wash him, and sat in the hot bath, wishing that Ivygate had bubbles.

“What’s going to happen tomorrow?” He managed to say, as Bran soaked his back, “what happens at six?”

“Your first day” Thad smiled, sponging his chest, “you’ll learn the rules, the day to day duties, and of course, you’ll meet the Serpentinas”.

“The what?” He replied, and gasped as the sponge slipped over his flaccid cock and balls.

“The Serpentinas” Bran whispered from behind, slithering his tongue so the S hissed. “Some of the men you’ll please during your time at Ivygate”.

He spun his head around. “Men? What men? I thought it was Reginald, and the others!?”

“Relax, Noah” Thad said gently, lifting his leg and softly scrubbing his inner thigh, “there are many men who come to Ivygate. Some good, some bad. The Serpentinas are good. You’ll like them”.

He wasn’t sure. He considered questioning the young men further, but he was almost certain that he’d fall asleep in the next few seconds. They stood him up and helped him from the luxurious bath tub, before patting down the entirety of his naked body, and draping a satin gown over his shoulders.

“You’re getting the premium service tonight” Thad smiled, and Noah allowed the men to lead him to the South Wing, where he didn’t bother to appreciate the fineries of the stunning bedroom, and instead, lay down and slept.