Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2023 16:30:53 +0000 (UTC) From: rollerboy Subject: LIMOUSINE PART 7 (REVISED) Limousine Part 7 by rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com I was sitting by the fire in the library reflecting on my benefactor's life, my encounter with Prince Harry two nights before, and how much I was enjoying the Scottish culture. I wore my kilt every day and made sure that Aaron did too. We both enjoyed wearing them "regimental", the traditional way without underwear. It is very liberating to wear nothing under such a garment. Aaron continued to train hard and do cycles of steroids, always being careful not to overdose. I too did a "gear" cycle or two and found the results to be absolutely amazing. I quickly put on about 20 lb. of pure muscle and looked more cut than ever. It made wearing a kilt with no shirt very hot, so I had Aaron go shirtless while in the castle. All I had to do was see him in his kilt without a shirt and I'd get an instant "woody". I looked up from the fire and there stood Aaron in his Gordon kilt, with a glass of sherry for me. He leaned forward to serve me my drink and said, "Sir, would you like to take a tour of some of the more interesting parts of the castle?". I looked up at him and he winked. That was enough to whet my appetite so I responded, "Why, yes I would Aaron". I downed my sherry and placed the Waterford goblet on the Sterling silver tray and rose to follow Aaron. He walked over to the library wall and pulled out a book which instantly made a section of the bookshelf open like a door. "Wow, a secret passageway!", I declared. "Yes, yes it is, sir", said Aaron as he led me down a stone stairway that led to God knows where. He flipped a switch and lights came on to light the way. Somehow, torches or a big candelabra would have been more romantic, but this is 2023 after all. There was a door at the bottom of the staircase that opened when Aaron punched in a number on a keypad. The room was large and completely walled with mirrors. It was set up for bondage games and had every manner of confinement contraption you could imagine, including an antique "Iron Maiden", which I was sure was only for show. Aaron turned to me and said, "Master Jeremy was fond of leather and bondage games, sir". It was clear that my benefactor's son had a dark side. I stammered, "Did Jeremy like to give or take?". Aaron sheepishly answered, "Well, Sir, he liked it both ways and when I was dishing it out, he preferred that I make it seem real". There stood this gentle giant telling me that he would strap his Master in leg irons and leather, and speak to him like a sex slave; the thought made me hard. It was getting late and we were overdue for our evening sex session, so I suggested that we give the room a try. Aaron was pleased to oblige. He asked me if I wanted him to play the role of Master to my slave and I said "Yes!". He responded, "Sir, are you sure?". I said, "Yes, Oh, yes!". His angelic face suddenly turned dark and sinister. He glared at me and slowly ran his left hand through my hair. He stared into my eyes and then grabbed a fist-full of hair, pulling my head back. I said, "Ouch!", and he bellowed in my face, "Shut the fuck up, slave!". My eyes were as big as saucers as his hot breath hit my face. My sweet, gentle, musclebound manservant had turned into a crazed monster who was bent on having his way with me. I was scared shitless and got hard as a rock as he slowly pulled me down to my knees by my hair. He lifted his kilt with his right hand as he pushed my head towards his cock with his left. His uncut penis was semi-erect and luscious. He yelled, "Suck my big cock, slut!". I dutifully did what I was told, partly because I wanted to play along but mostly because he had me in his iron grip and wasn't letting go. He rammed my head forward and shoved his dick in my open mouth. He started fucking my mouth, burying his cock deep into my throat. I'm used to having his cock in my mouth, but I'm usually in control. He was pushing my head towards him as he rapidly fucked my head. I was gagging and trying to breath as he rammed it into me with his head flung back. He started to moan and increased his thrusting so I knew what was coming (pardon the pun). He exploded into my mouth sending billions of sperm cells down my throat. I swallowed and gagged as I tried to handle the volume of cum. It ran out of my mouth and down my chin as I tried to keep up. When he finished, he let loose his grip on my hair as he pushed me down to the floor. "I'm going to rip your fucking clothes off cocksucker", he screamed as he lunged at me on the floor. He grabbed my kilt and pulled it down to my ankles, ripped off my shoes and kilt hose, then tore off my shirt. Clothes were flying everywhere, then in a flash he scooped me up and put me down on a table. As rough as it must have seemed, he never hurt me, but I had new found respect for the power that man could wield if he had to. I always felt comfortable with him at my side, now I was convinced that he was a formidable force to be reckoned with. He strapped my wrists and hands with leather constraints, then proceeded to turn a crank that pulled me from both ends. He screamed, "I'm going to pull you apart you little fuck", as he turned the crank. It felt oddly good and just when I thought he'd reached the point where it may begin to hurt, he stopped. He said, "Look at that sorry excuse for a dick......I have toes bigger than that puny piece of shit". His demeaning language made me feel small and insignificant, so I could see how torture and that kind of language can reduce someone to a blithering idiot that would sell his own mother for relief. I was totally immobilized and at his mercy. He then came around to face me and grabbed my rock hard dick in his hand, lowered his mouth to it and gently bit on my foreskin. He pulled at it with his teeth, then lifted his head and yelled, "Do you want to be circumcized? I could bite off your hood and spit it onto the floor". Although I knew he wouldn't do that, just the threat made me shiver and I shook my head, no. He went down on my cock with a savageness I had never seen before. He violently sucked my dick as he rammed his finger in my hole, saying, "I'm gonna ream you out so I can fuck you later". "No, wait. I have a better idea motherfucker", he declared. He stopped what he was doing and walked over to a cabinet. He opened the door, rooted around, and came out with a contraption I'd never seen before. He came back to me and started to strap something around my rigid cock. He then lubed my ass and inserted a stainless steel butt plug. I could see all this in the mirrored ceiling. He then came over and put a neoprene hood over my head, complete with a ball gag for my mouth. He stretched the hood on my head and positioned the ball gag in my mouth so I could not speak. It was a eerie feeling. He went back to my cock and in the mirror I could see him lubricating what looked like a stainless steel rod, that he proceeded to insert into my pee hole. It was probably 3 inches long and felt like 10. He proceeded to clip wires to the collar around my dick and the rod sticking out of my dickhead, and to the butt plug in my ass. "I'm going to fry your ass now little prick", he growled as he hooked the wires to the box from the cabinet. He turned a dial on the device and I could feel pulses of energy going through my body. With each pulse, my cock would twitch in unison. He gradually increased the voltage until the pleasure became so intense, it bordered on painful, but just on the threshold. I could feel the orgasm building up inside me and felt my prostate gland throb with each pulse of electricity. My cock was twitching at a rapid pace, and then suddenly, the ejaculations started in blinding succession. My cock was twitching back and forth while spewing cum out of the hole in the stainless steel Prince's want he placed in my urethra. The orgasm was so intense, each shot of cum nearly reached the ceiling. It was the most amazing orgasm I have ever had, and I had no part in it because I was totally immobilized on a "rack". I nearly passed out from the intensity. After the spasms subsided, Aaron unhooked the wires, slipped the rod out of my dick, and the plug out of my ass, then said, "Now that I've fried your equipment, I'm going to rip you a new one, slave boy!". He relieved the tension on the rack, then lifted me up enough to place me in handcuffs behind my back. He kept the hood on my head and the gag in my mouth, so I was unable to say anything. He had a wild look in his eyes that was frightening. He picked me up and carried me to a leather sling device that was lying on the floor but attached to a cable system. He lay me down in the center of the device, then proceeded to pull on a pulley that lifted me up from the floor while cradling me in the harness. He stopped after I was a few feet from the floor and strapped my ankles in leather cuffs so they were high in the air and my rosebud was fully exposed and vulnerable. He lifted me a little higher, stopped, and walked to the other side of the room. "Get ready for the worst reaming you've ever had, bitch boy!", he declared. I was lying there with my hands cuffed behind my back, my ass in the air, and my ankles up high. I could hear him rolling something towards me, then I felt cold lube being slathered on my hole. I looked up at the mirrored ceiling and saw a machine facing my ass with the biggest pink latex cock attached to a rod protruding from it.........a fuck machine! "Oh, God", I mumbled through the gag in my mouth. He brought it so close that it was touching my sphincter ring. Then he said, "Are you ready to get fucked, you little fucking bastard?". I mumbled and nodded, "Yes". He flipped a switch and slowly moved the machine forward. The tip of the dildo penetrated my ass ring and I felt a momentary flash of pain as it parted my rosebud. Once it's entire length was in, he picked up the pace and the machine relentlessly fucked me. The rhythmic thrusting made me want to hump the machine to the extent that I could as I hung suspended in the air. Aaron came around and glared down at me from above, then proceeded to remove the ball gag from my mouth. With the hood still on, and my hands and feet immobilized, the fuck machine fucking me wildly, he leaned down and said, "Now, suck my balls asshole". He stepped forward and dropped his loose ballsack into my mouth. His balls were hairless and heavy, loosely hanging down and into my mouth. I sucked on his balls and twirled them around in my mouth with my tongue as the fucking machine hammered away at my hole. All of a sudden, I could feel a hot stream of liquid hitting my abs........Aaron was pissing on my chest while he spoke to me in a most denigrating way. "That's for all the times you bossed me around you little jerk". "I hate your guts you fucking little pervert". I was convinced that this was all a part of his act, because I had his testicles in my mouth and could have easily castrated him with my teeth. He finished urinating on me and pulled his balls out of my mouth, then walked around to the fucking machine as I gasped for air. He switched off the machine, and pulled the dildo out of my ass. Then he lowered me enough to undo the handcuffs and ankle restraints and said, "Okay, sir, game over". With that he gently cradled me in his arms and carried me over to a shower stall in the corner of the room. He sat me down on a shower stool and turned on the tap. When it was just the right temperature, he stood me up and let the warm water wash away all the funk from our session. When I finished showering, he wrapped me in a luxurious white terry cloth robe with the Ross family crest. I was exhausted as I let him carry me up the stairs, through the library, and up the grand staircase to my suite. He lay me on the bed, ran his fingers through my hair and looked at me with his usual Angelic face, and said, "Sir, I hope you know that everything I said was a part of the game". "I'll never do that again if you so desire". I smiled at him and said, "What are you doing tomorrow?". He grinned. (to be continued) If you enjoyed my story, please support Nifty.org with your generous donations, and look me up as "Rollerboy" under "Authors" on the home page. That will take you to the other stories I have in the Nifty Archives. And as always, your comments are welcome. Email me at: rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com (disregard any other email addresses). Thank you!