1. The Countess of Cum


    Date: 11/5/2014, Categories: Masturbation, Author: Digdog14, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    produced a key from I don’t know where, and unlocked my cell. “You are in the Castle of Countess Mila. As to why you’re here…you’re about to find out.” She knelt aside me, unlocking my shackles with the same key. I could smell her…her womanhood. Blood surged toward my member in response to this olfactory stimulation. “I warn you now, boy. No touching. Not me, and not your cock. Trust me when I say you would not want to experience the consequences. Now, walk ahead of me.” I did as she asked, stumbling out of the dank cell and into a torchlit corridor lined with identical cells. She guided me through winding, oppressive hallways. Soon, I began to hear the din of many voices up ahead…behind a large wrought iron barred door. “Go ahead,” she urged. “Quickly. The Countess does not abide hesitancy.” She swung the large iron door inward, and I noticed the sturdiness of the muscles flexing in her lithe arm. “Go in. Now.” I stepped forward into a large, circular, arena type structure. But instead of benches filled with spectators to watch some great spectacle in the central space below, the chamber was lined with ascending rows of stalls. In each of these stalls was a naked man, his hands locked into manacles attached to the stall’s frames. Something glittered amid the rows of stalls….something metallic: winding silver runnels trailing down toward something sunken into the central stage area. My escort prodded me, slapping me on my bottom. “Stop staring and move. This way.” I was ...
    guided to my own stall. I caught the eyes of several other men - though, like me, most were barely out of boyhood - and each seemed as puzzled and scared as I was. A scant moment after I was pushed into my stall, the guard roughly placed my wrists and ankles in the manacles attached to the stall’s frame, leaving me unable to move. My erection had softened by this point. As she clicked the lock in place, my guard hissed in my ear. "Don’t let the Countess see you flaccid!” With that, she disappeared. I surveyed my surroundings, now with a better vantage point. I was some four rows up from the sunken central space, which appeared to be an onyx bathing tub, perfectly circular in structure and inlaid with arcane runes. I noticed that my stall, too, had a silver runnel attached directly at the level of my upper thighs; it winded its way down toward the tub, as did all of the other miniature aqueducts. Suddenly, something clicked in my mind: The Countess’s legendary hunger for men’s “life force,” the placement of the runnels…and strangely, I was excited despite myself. My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden beating of drums. Once again, the large iron door to the chamber opened, and an honor guard of naked, armed women - including the one who’d taken me from my cell - filed in. They drew their swords, holding them aloft. In unison they chanted, “let your staffs rise in honor of the great Countess Mila! Rise your staffs! Rise your staffs!” Suddenly, previously unlit wall torches ...
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