Witch Hunter (16 page)

‘There is to be an orgy tonight,’ Gavin said, looking a little wearied by the prospect. ‘The Master has ordained it.’

Dominic felt a familiar stirring down below. He was not sure he could ever grow tired of such things. It was words like ‘orgy’ that had made him give up his studies so quickly to come here in the first place. Yes, it was short notice, as Gavin was pointing out, and yes, it wouldn’t fall within the usual lunar cycle, but if it was OK with the Master then Dominic wasn’t going to complain. He was still very new to this ritual. He had been told all about it in hushed whispers. He then had to watch more than one without being allowed to participate, before finally being granted his place. It was everything his ever-erect cock was crying out for: hard, dirty, copious, indiscriminate sex. Yes, some of the couplings he enjoyed more than others, but spurting into any body was always a joy, male or female. Best of all, Gavin was there, and that meant there was always a chance.

It was a shame the Head Slave did not seem to be as excited. Hopefully this would change when the hard prep work was done. Of course, Dominic would help out as much as he could and not just because he was told to. Even if he were not under orders he would have gladly helped, simply because he had a massive crush on Gavin and had done for many years, since the moment he first saw him. He would do literally anything for Gavin, anything just to be in his company for a few fleeting moments. He would gladly give up everything – his heart, his studies, his family – and he had. It was perhaps more accurate to say that he was in love with him, even if the feelings were not as yet reciprocated.

It had taken less than five minutes to want him for ever. Back when Dominic first joined the rugby club Gavin had been the captain of the First Team. Dominic was three years his junior and not old or strong enough to be promoted beyond the Reserves. He immediately set about putting this right. He trained every day, almost obsessively, building up his skills and his body. Of course, it helped that it meant seeing Gavin more often.

It was disconcerting, at first, having to admit to lusting after another male. Before, he had allowed himself only a few minor crushes on teachers and the father of a friend, and only occasionally masturbated while thinking about other males. He put his feelings for his captain down to an incredible respect for a guy with such fortitude and intelligence, such grace and, yes, beauty. But
respect
doesn’t generally make your heart ache and your belly flip. Eventually he had to accept the truth, even if the sight of female nudity could still make his cock hard.

Joy swept him when he was finally picked for the First Team, only to have his heart spattered a fortnight later when Gavin mysteriously disappeared. No one knew of their captain’s whereabouts, or why he had gone to ground having just finished university with such high honours. Dominic waded through dark months, his head spinning. It was as if his best friend had died or gone away, rather than a guy who barely spoke to him and seldom looked at him when he did. He vented his sadness through masturbation and sex, since his prick had a mind of its own and mourning was most definitely not on its agenda. He never forgot his captain, though, and many times, whilst he slapped against the soft rump of his girlfriend, he imagined being her, with Gavin behind dealing out the fast, deep, ball-slapping fuckings.

Other lads disappeared too, including one he had talked to about Gavin, maybe confiding a little too much about his feelings for their ex-captain. Dominic knew that it could not be coincidence. The other lads had to be with Gavin. His relief at knowing he must be well was countered by his jealousy. So imagine his elation when, out of the blue, nearly two years after he had gone, Gavin was suddenly there again, beckoning him from the treeline, his silhouette as familiar as ever.

‘Come with me,’ Gavin had said and Dominic had agreed before he had even heard the terms.

He hadn’t regretted his decision. The work was hard at times and the conditions were not quite as wonderful as Gavin had made out. However, he had taken to being ordered about, humiliated and generally derided – far more than he would have imagined. The Master was scary, but compellingly so. The bacchante girls were even more frightening and he was glad that for the most part they were kept segregated. Gavin had told him about the wild girls, but he hadn’t told him just
how
wild they were.

The others wound him up with tall tales of the bacchantes’ depraved deeds: capturing stray slaves and tying them to trees, queuing up to slam their bare arses back against the captive’s erection, taking him in either hole, one sucking his balls while the others rode him, another slicing his balls off as he was coming, all of them whooping for joy as he bled, dancing around at his cries, one still with his balls in her mouth. It was surely all lies, but the reality was not too far distant. Just a brief contact with them and you might come away with welts and bite-marks in your flesh. They were insatiable and wonderfully pretty, their Priestess the most beautiful of all, and they nearly turned him back on to women – until he clapped eyes on Gavin again.

His ex-captain had mentioned the orgies, of course. They were always going to be a big selling point. That day when Gavin had secretly returned, he had led Dominic through the trees to one of the enclosed barns and sat him on the hay bales. Out had poured all the tantalising stories. He told him about a new, incredible life that was on offer to him.

‘We get properly paid for it as well – big money too!’ his hero had enthused. ‘You won’t have to scrape around just to repay student loans. I’ve seen the account statements. In a couple of years I’ll be able to buy a house outright! It’s the best job in the world!’

He had spoken mostly of the orgies, about how
anything
was acceptable; in fact it was encouraged. He said it was for the most open-minded of people, those who didn’t mind showing themselves off in front of others.

‘You don’t mind having your dick out in front of other blokes, do you?’ Gavin had said, and while he said it he was fishing around inside his fly and then pulling out his already swelling penis. As Dominic was saying that he didn’t mind at all, his words were trailing off and his eyes were growing saucer-wide as he watched the prick being slowly stroked and growing stiff in his companion’s hand. Dominic was encouraged to prove his assertion, and soon both sat on the hay, slowly masturbating, admiring each other’s handiwork. Gavin had made no move on him. He had just continued his tales of the Order and the orgies, about what Dominic could expect if he joined. It was an erotic tale in itself, well worth wanking over.

‘I’m the Head Slave,’ Gavin had said at one point, ‘which means I get to order whoever I want to give me head!’

He had looked meaningfully into Dominic’s eyes as he said it. Dominic had nearly spunked. Gavin had described the rude rites and practices of the Order, watching to see which turned the younger lad on most.

‘They sometimes treat us boys like bitches,’ he had said, and Dominic’s sharp intake of breath had betrayed his excitement.

‘You like it rough then, like I do?’ Gavin had asked.

There had been no time to answer. Dominic had found himself being pulled across the older guy’s lap and then sharp smacks were being dealt to his buttocks. That had sealed the deal in an instant. The pain had been greater than Dominic had imagined, but it was all the better for it. The mortification was exquisite, the blush bursting on both face and arse cheeks. To be so prone, so exposed, especially to another male, was quite the most exciting thing of all. Gavin hadn’t just slapped the cheeks. He had aimed a few down the crack itself, so the fingertips were just making contact with the perineum, just grazing the balls, which were hanging down in the gap between his knees.

‘Toss yourself off, you dirty sissy boy,’ Gavin had said, and Dominic had gratefully done as instructed, grasping himself and masturbating furiously, whimpering aloud as his sperm gathered and bubbled and then flew.

The finer points were arranged as Gavin fastened his fly again, too quickly for Dominic to beg to give a reward. The date was set. They would stay in contact by text only. Dominic had barely a week to become used to leaving his old life behind, but he spent almost all of it dreaming about taking Gavin into his mouth. It was a treat he had still not been granted, some weeks on now from that day in the barn, but he hoped it would happen soon, maybe even that night at the surprise orgy.

‘The caterers can do some of our usual stuff, even at this short notice,’ Gavin was saying, ‘and I’ll just go out to get a few Bargain Buckets.’

It wasn’t quite what the Romans did but the girls would like it. They needed sustenance to soak up all the alcohol and to give them energy for their exertions. They liked messy food – greasy, meaty, hunger-sating mouthfuls that they could eat with their hands and gorge upon. No fancy titbits for them. Anyway, no knives and forks were allowed, since no one could trust the girls with such dangerous implements. Even the
thyrsus
, their hunting stick, was banned from the orgy.

The order of each orgy was set in stone. The speakers would start pumping out the music from the get-go. None of it was music for dancing sedately around handbags. It was harder club beats; techno, drum and bass, dub-step, some high-tempo remixes of rock, goth and punk favourites. The
Macarena
most certainly did not get an airing. The girls would gather, sizing up what and who was in the room. They would line up and in turn toast their god, down a full glass of wine, then drop to their knees to give his proffered erection a little suck. Then there would be more drinking, mainly wine, since it was the choice of Bacchus.

The dancing would follow, interspersed with eating and more drinking. Some goblets were filled with Morgana’s special mixtures, and the girls loved these. They fired their lusts and drew out the beast within. The dancing would become more raucous and the girls visibly more excited and worked up. You could feel it building remorselessly in the room, all that uncontainable lust. When it became more physical, when they started to rip at each other’s clothes, the Master would give his order and the fucking would begin.

It was always timed so that they were beside themselves with desire before they were allowed to take their pleasure. They mostly just went straight for one another, since, outside these sessions, they were banned from touching – a rule that drove them to distraction since they lived on top of each other. Then, as more alcohol and potions were imbibed, as the music drove them on, anything was possible. The slaves had to watch themselves, even if they had already paired off. Sex toys were used, furniture, anything. Whatever they were driven to was done, however rude. Only the Priestess and their Master were immune, and they could take their pleasures as they saw fit. Dominic had been shaking the first time he witnessed the girls in full flow.

Because of the noise of the clanking wine glasses Dominic did not realise that the two of them were no longer alone. A female had snuck in. He jumped as he saw the new arrival but her casual dress told him she was one of the trainees, not a bacchante, which made her only slightly less of a threat.

Gavin had spotted her now too and was regarding her warily. By rights she shouldn’t be there, mixing with them. However, since slaves were considered the lowest of all, technically she held supremacy here, even if she were a mere trainee. Gavin questioned her and got some excuse about having to collect something for the Priestess, but she was already smiling archly and eyeing their crotches. The Head Slave was trying to warn her off but the girl was pent-up like all Morgana’s charges, starved of sex and simmering with need. For all Gavin’s apparent clout, there was nothing he could do here. The girl was coming at Dominic and he was backing up against the wall. Her hand was reaching down to cup his crotch and give it a light squeeze. He was already growing beneath her touch.

The girl took her cue and got inside his clothes to bring his prick out. Once it was unconfined she watched it expand to its fullest. She gave a little squeal of glee and held him tight, not wanting him to get away. She called Gavin over and he had to oblige. She impatiently unbuttoned him to reveal his member, which was also twitching and filling with blood, despite Gavin’s protests and threats. She had them stand side by side and Dominic realised it was the first time he and Gavin had touched since that day at the barn. Her eyes were wide and she had a big, open-mouthed smile to show how pleased she was. If this weren’t enough proof, she undid her miniskirt and let it drop, then pulled her tiny thong aside so she could rub herself.

It was still a wonderful sight, Dominic thought, though not as wonderful as Gavin’s slim, proud cock. The girl was having trouble choosing between them. She dropped to her haunches with her knees splayed, so that they could see her fingers rubbing at her clitty and then disappearing up inside her. She respected rank, taking hold of Gavin first and giving the head of his prick a hot, hard suck, pulling it out again with a wet pop and snaking her tongue over the tip. The Head Slave grunted, trying not to give any outward sign of pleasure. The girl noted his efforts and smiled wider, as if accepting a challenge to break him.

She gave Dominic his turn and the thrill of her soft mouth made him gasp. He felt fabulous, side by side with the person he most wanted, their naked thighs touching, sharing this pleasure. The girl was warming to her task, taking them in turn whilst still fingering herself. Their cocks were almost the same, nearly perfect twins. She couldn’t choose between them. She gobbled one and then speedily engulfed the other, not even bothering to take her grip off Gavin to do Dominic. His prick was so close that it was resting on her cheek anyway.

Her need to do them both was evident and Dominic could almost see what was about to happen, although he dared not hope for it. She loosened her grip on Gavin’s erection, keeping her palm close to the shaft but stretching her fingers out to try to gather in Dominic’s shaft too. It had to happen now; they were just too close for it not to. She paused and lifted her head and then the cocks were touching. Dominic felt the shiver running over his whole body. He was willing her to do it, and she did. She went down on them both, stretching her mouth on their cock heads, trying to get them both in. She had wide lips but it was still tight. Nonetheless she squeezed their pricks together and forced herself down.