Chapter 4
Adam was nearly frantic as he watched Lucy — his Lucy — being touched by the Rutlord, the Grand Buck currently serving as chief of the Forest. He wanted to be the one fondling her, but seeing his brother Buck stroking her luscious tit made him unspeakably hard.
Which posed problems. True to his word, he’d had that medieval chastity device oiled, his balls shaved, and a belt fitted so his manhood could be caged for the occasion of Lucy’s sharing. What seemed like a lark was becoming a very painful problem indeed.
Adam’s cock jerked when the Rutlord placed his hand lower, presumably between Lucy’s thighs; it was hard to see her.
He was so hard against the thick wires encasing his cock’s shaft and head that it was already unbearable.
His girl had forced him into a perfect torture.
He tried to conceal just how much he was enjoying it.
“Did your cock just clang against that cage?” asked the High Buckthorn, the second-in-command at the Forest. He looked down at the chastity device dubiously, and Adam could almost see a quizzing glass of the sort used decades ago in his hand.
Why men who gathered to wear masks and share women needed a clearly defined hierarchy, Adam wasn’t sure.
Why they even needed masks was unclear to him — though they were strictly required in the Forest. It likely had something to do with only being able to get hard when told they were superior and special; most of these gents were aristocrats, and they had all the quirks to prove it.
Selective arousal was not a problem Adam was currently experiencing.
He looked down at his best friend, and the thing was straining so hard against the cage he feared it might leave marks.
He shivered at the idea, his dick pressing harder into the restraint.
What if Lucy took him out of his cage and saw those marks? Licked—
“Living up to your name, aren’t you, Sapwood?” asked Stagshade from the throne next to him.
Adam looked lower, and of course his cock was drooling onto the plush green fabric meant to mimic the forest floor. His lack of dominion over his cock’s emissions had gotten him into this mess in the first place, so it only seemed right that he should leak while suffering through his punishment.
Only…it didn’t feel so much like an unwanted punishment.
More like a pleasurable game he was playing with Lucy while she wouldn’t deign to touch him.
As long as she played with him, somehow, he’d do anything for her.
While he was skeptical of why men needed a hierarchy for fucking, he reveled in the idea of his girl lording over him. And dominating his needy cock.
“Lovely girl,” grunted Thorncock. “Nice thighs and hips and tits. Since you can’t, I’ll fill her real good.
Maybe we’ll put a baby in her. You wouldn’t mind, would you, Sapwood?
” The fiend had the audacity to turn to Adam as if flashing him a grin before directing his gaze back to where Lucy was being touched by the Rutlord.
Adam pressed his knuckles into his lips, grinding the flesh against his teeth to contain the keening wail that threatened to escape.
The flash of an image had him almost twisting in his chair for want of stimulation: Lucy, heavy with a baby, those curves more generous than ever, her breasts swollen with milk.
He opened his thighs wider, then closed them, rocking his cock against the cage wires that tried to restrain him. The pain of being held in place as he hardened was becoming pleasure, all inflicted on him from a distance by that minx he adored.
“I don’t think you’re keeping to the spirit of your punishment,” said Stagshade, his voice suggesting that he had a rare smile behind that papier-maché mask.
They were enjoying his suffering too much, but Adam refused to feel humiliated by the lengths to which he’d go to win Lucy. But win her for what? It was a question he’d been pondering since he began pounding on that service door all those months ago. He wanted her. But for what?
“That harp,” muttered the High Buckthorn, looking towards the tapestry barrier that divided the musicians and their delicate sensibilities from the ritual ravishment carried out only steps away.
He grasped his thick cock and worked a thumb over his exposed cockhead slowly, in time with the strange melody that seemed to enchant him.
“Is your girl as soft on the inside as she is on the outside?” asked Stagshade, stroking his shaft and admiring Lucy.
“How does she feel about big boys?” asked Thorncock, his enormous cock in his meaty hand. His broad, thick frame turned to watch as Lucy lowered to the ground before the Rutlord.
At their leader’s signal, the three uncaged men stood and walked to the banks of the reflecting pool to fuck Lucy. Adam stayed behind, as ordered.
He was harder and more frustrated than he’d ever been in his life but determined to do whatever it took to win Lucy.
He had no idea how far he’d have to go to secure her.