Chapter 9

As naked manservants began to deliver food to the tables, Matthew observed the guards take it in turns to fuck the latecomer, each using the previous guard’s cum as lubrication. Matthew ate his roast beef dinner while the man in the wheel continued to be penetrated, and neither his cries nor his tears dissuaded the muscled guards from continually assaulting his arsehole.

When finally Matthew, along with the other men, was herded from the Great Hall, there was a continuous trickle of pearly-white cum dribbling from the reddened and swollen arsehole of the latecomer. Only as he was jostled away from the scene did Matthew realise they were not leaving the same way they had come.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

Douglas slapped Matthew playfully on the shoulder.

“You’re in for a real treat now.”

The group of men came to a large door and the line of shuffling men came to a stop.

“What is it?” asked Matthew, craning his head over the men further along in the queue.