Chapter 1



Welcome, gentle reader, to the copy of "Bawdy Yarns" you now hold in your hand. These risqué tales have been collected into one volume for the first time. They are intended merely for the entertainment and, may we say, titillation of the more adventuresome gentlewoman, refined demimondaine or other such forward-looking suffragettes. We who have gleaned these orts of gold from the dross hope that they might raise a smile, or even a blush, to brighten an idle hour. Herewith, the idylls and vignettes of "Bawdy Yarns".



Please sit. Now, I know you came to speak with the legendary courtesan known simply as O, but as you were informed when you contacted me, O has retired from the demimonde in which you are interested and has no wish to return to it. I call myself Orlando again and I find that the attention of one remarkable man is all I need to content me. However, as you came so far to hear it, I will give you the tale of O. It began in 1682, a month after I reached my eighteenth year, in a gentlemen's brothel. I could hear voices in the hall . . . "This way, m'lord. Just through that door. Hope all is to your lordship's satisfaction," Colin said with a leer.

A delicate frown formed on Lord Bale's refined features and the manservant knew instantly that he'd been too familiar.

"Beggin' yer pardon, m'lord," Colin said quickly. "I'll go and have a drop with the landlady."

"Excellent," Lord Bale said, reaching into his waistcoat pocket. "Treat the lads, but send young Lord Wood up. High time he took up a new sport."

Colin bowed his head as he accepted the coins his master placed on his palm. Gold, not silver: a small pile of sudden wealth. Eagerly anticipating a bottle of the more expensive whiskey, Colin walked briskly back down the hall and left his lordship to it.

Lord Bale took the key the proprietress had given him and unlocked the door at the end of the passage. He saw with relief that the room was clean and well appointed. One couldn't be sure, even in the better sporting establishments, what state a rented room might be found in. Fastidious Lord Bale did not wish to lie in the emissions of previous tenants.

The tall, well-knit gentleman removed his tri-corn hat and pearl gray gloves, setting them on a dresser of dark wood. Unhurriedly, he unfastened the row of pewter buttons stamped with his family's crest. Slipping out of his forest green velvet jacket, he removed the claret brocade vest and loosened the laces of his shirt. Pulling off his boots, Lord Bale walked to the bed in his stockinged feet.

Yanking the full-sleeved shirt free of his suede riding jodhpurs, the nobleman bared his sculpted chest and abdomen. Corded muscles rippled in his arms as the shirt fell to the floor. Standing over the canopied bed, the young lord finally allowed himself to look.

"By God, you are beautiful," Lord Bale said. "You were always a pretty boy, but five years have sharpened your bones. I would wager one of my country homes that you are the most beautiful boy in all Britain."

The boy stared up at Lord Christian Bale with fear bright eyes. Despite his abject expression, the young man was inordinately handsome, beautiful, really, with fine dark eyes, smooth olive skin and a thick mop of silken sable curls. He was tall and slender with long, supple limbs bound to the bedposts, a gag between his teeth enforcing his silence.

"I am sorry it had to come to this, Orlando," Bale said. "I did give you a chance to be reasonable, but look what I have been forced to do."

Orlando clenched his teeth on the silk gag and implored the young nobleman with his eyes. He had only spurned Lord Bale so bluntly because he had been surprised. He had never expected the lord of the manor to approach him like that.

Orlando had become aware that sometimes men loved men at the monastery where he'd been sent for more schooling, but he'd been taken completely off guard when the nobleman had spoken to him in the street. Orlando had only lately returned home after five years away and the lord's proposition, crudely phrased, had shocked the young man into saying the first words that came to his mind.

Lord Bale had not looked pleased to be spoken to in such a manner, but the aristocrat had merely nodded coldly and walked away. The nobleman's two lackeys let their eyes roam up and down Orlando's figure in a most suggestive manner as they followed their master. The young man had dropped his gaze and walked in the other direction.

He should have known that wouldn't be the end of it. Christian Bale had always gotten what he wanted from the cradle to this very minute. When Lord Bale's menservants had knocked on Orlando's door, Orlando had known by Colin's smirk that he was in trouble. However, he'd never expected to be abducted and held captive.

No one had seen Colin and Karl grab him for he lived far from his nearest neighbor. No one would ever think to look for him here, if anyone was looking. Orlando tugged at his bonds again though he'd tested them thoroughly during the last hour.

As though stroking the muzzle of a favorite mount, Lord Bale ran a hand down the young man's thigh. "Your skin is as smooth as it looks. You can keep moving around like that if you like, but it will not do you any good. Your bonds are not steel, but they are securely tied."

Orlando could not help the shudder that ran through his frame when Lord Bale touched his manhood. No one had ever touched him there.

"Why so skittish?" Lord Bale chuckled. "Are you a virgin, Bloom?"

Again, Orlando fastened his eyes on the nobleman's, desperately searching for a shred of compassion. Christian Bale met his vassal's eyes coolly.

"I don't know why you're making such a fuss," Lord Bale said. "I have every right to do as I wish with you. When you swore fealty, you swore to serve me with your body."

Orlando knew now that Lord Bale would not let him go until the aristocrat had what he wanted. A soft whimper leaked through the gag and the blonde noble cocked his head.

"Ah, where is your pride now? You don't seem as eager to disrespect me as you did when we met in the street. Physical punishment is the only language you peasants understand."

Orlando bucked and squirmed as the nobleman ran his hands over every inch of the boy's smooth flesh.

"The village maids must trail you like bitches in heat, unless they are so envious of your beauty that they have become spiteful. I enjoyed the world's finest courtesans while visiting Paris, but none, male or female, could hold a candle to you. It's astounding really, that you should be born common. Your looks are quite uncommon."

Lord Bale seemed to find his statement inordinately amusing. Orlando couldn't comprehend how anyone with feelings could laugh in this situation and his fear of the aristocrat grew.

"You're shivering," Bale observed. "Let me build up the fire."

Orlando lay in dread as the man put more wood in the stove and came back to the bed.

"By Jove, you've grown more beautiful while I was gone!" the lord said. "I cannot keep my hands from you."

The vassal tried again to protest around the gag as the nobleman sat on the side of the bed. Lord Bale paid him no mind as the young lord of the manor examined his property closely. Tears of outrage overflowed Orlando's eyelids as a knock sounded at the door.

"'Tis Elijah, Christian. Your lackey said you wished to see me."

Lord Bale unlocked the door and stood aside to allow his young friend to enter. Elijah looked curiously around the room; he'd never been to a place with a reputation this bad and was soaking up every detail to incite the envy of his close friends, Dominic and William. When Lord Wood's gaze encountered the bed, his wide blue eyes got even bigger. Elijah's head spun toward Christian.

"What on earth are you playing at, Christian?" Elijah exclaimed in a scandalized voice.

"I thought you wanted to be a rake as well as a dandy," Lord Bale said. "You've taken well to your lessons in the sporting life, but we have hardly skimmed the surface of debauchery."

"You cannot keep a person prisoner like this," the younger peer said.

"Of course you can, Lij," Bale said. "All it takes is will and henchmen."

"I simply cannot believe you have someone tied naked to the bed. Who is he?"

"A boy from one of the villages on my estate," Bale said. "A rare beauty, is he not?"

Elijah nodded without taking his eyes from the captive. The pink tip of his tongue appeared between his lips and circled them before retreating.

"Have a good look," Bale invited, gesturing Elijah closer to the bed

Lord Bale ran his fingertip down Orlando's body from his sternum to the sparse trail of dark hair that wandered downward from his alluring navel.

"Some call this a treasure trail," the man said. "I'm sure you can see how it got the name."

Elijah smiled. "A trove indeed," he said, gazing curiously at the commoner's genitals.

"Touch him," Bale said. "There is nothing to fear. You've one of those and presumably you've handled it once or twice."

"Aye, I've something like that," Elijah said, "but not that length."

Christian grinned wolfishly. "Who would have thought that pretty Orlando was walking around with that tackle swinging between his legs?"

Casually, Lord Bale lifted Orlando's shaft and moved it to lie along the crease of the young man's thigh. "Now you can see his rosette," Bale said, parting the pale globes of Orlando's buttocks. "A tighter sheath for your rapier you could not wish."

Elijah's eyes gleamed as he studied the puckered opening. "It's so small," he said.

"It stretches," Christian said, nudging the dusky ring with a fingertip.

At the light touch, Orlando clenched his sphincter.

"Ah," Christian sighed. "Imagine how that feels on your lance."

"I would like to," Elijah said eagerly.

"Then you will probably want to dispense with your trousers and smallclothes," the blonde said sardonically.

Elijah's face was a study in surprised delight as he quickly divested himself of his clothing. "You would allow me to go first?" the young man asked.

Bale glanced at Elijah's stiffening cock. "You'll prepare him for me," Bale said. "Normally, I would use my fingers to open him up a bit, but your John Thomas will do nicely."

Elijah tried to keep the sting of Christian's words from showing on his face. That's the way Elijah's older friend was: generous one moment, then cutting you to the quick at the next, but it was worth a few hurt feelings to be part of the nobleman's clique.

Christian retrieved a small glass flagon of oil from his jacket and returned to Elijah. "Hold out your hand," the lord said.

Elijah obediently extended his fingers.

"This is oil of the best quality," Christian said, uncorking it. "Your cook no doubt keeps a supply for the preparation of special delicacies."

Elijah lifted his fingers to his nose and sniffed. "Sweet," he said.

Christian nodded. "Use it to grease your rod."

"Do I get to put my fingers in him?" Elijah asked.

The blonde looked surprised. "If you wish. I do not particularly enjoy it, but everyone is different, thank God."

Elijah dutifully smeared his hard flesh with the oil and leaned over the bound peasant. Before Christian could stop him, the eager young lord had thrust a finger into Orlando's port. The young man jerked to the limit of his restraints trying to escape the invasion.

"Not like that, fool!" Lord Bale said, yanking on Elijah's arm.

Elijah cringed back from the angry expression on the man's face.

"We will give him enough pain while we take our pleasure," Christian said. "There is no need to heap more upon him. Watch me, young idiot."

Soothingly, Lord Bale stroked Orlando's trembling flanks until he stopped shaking. "Easy there, beauty," he said softly. "Elijah didn't mean to hurt you. He is just an ignorant pup, but we will teach him better."

Delicately, Christian caressed the tops of the young man's thighs, his drum-tight belly and the soft skin above the tangle of dark pubic curls. Christian let his fingers drift lower, fondling the delicate skin of the inner thighs where they joined the torso. Orlando moved restlessly against the linen as the man delved into his cleft.

"See how he grows anxious," Christian said. "Mark what I am doing, Elijah."

"I am watching," Elijah said. "It is good of you to share your knowledge."

"And it is good of young Bloom here to share his body, do you not think?"

"Aye," Elijah agreed quickly, absently stroking his erection as he watched Christian.

Christian drew his oil-slippery finger up the smooth crack of Orlando's ass, across the irised opening to the young man's hanging sack. Orlando tensed visibly each time the man's fingertip grazed his anus in passing. Christian tipped the oil flacon and poured a golden stream down the vassal's crevice. The glistening liquid flowed slowly across the boy's opening to drip onto the bedding.

"Ah that's better," Christian said, pressing lightly at Orlando's entrance.

Elijah leaned forward as the tip of Christian's finger entered the captive. Young Lord Wood laid a hand on the peasant's thigh to help hold Orlando as Christian eased his finger farther in. The captive thrashed and yanked at his bonds as the intrusion continued. When Lord Bale stopped at the second knuckle, Orlando settled back to the bed, panting and trembling.

"Watch carefully," Lord Bale told his young companion.

No stranger to buggery, Christian knew how to elicit a response from an unenthusiastic partner. There was one trick that never failed to warm up a sluggish mount. Pressing firmly, Lord Bale swirled his finger around the walls of the commoner's tight sheath.

"What are you doing?" Elijah asked.

"I am stretching him a bit and I am searching for ah, there it is," Lord Bale said as Orlando moved suddenly with a gasp of surprise. "Did you like that, my base-born beauty? Would you like more?"

"You've gagged him, Chris," Lord Wood said diffidently. "He cannot answer."

"Yes I know," Bale said dryly. "The question was rhetorical. I plan to give him a lot more whether he likes it or not."

Elijah reminded himself to stay in Christian's good graces as he watched the comely young peasant twist against the linen. "What are you doing that makes him moan so?" he asked.

"There is a spot just inside the sheath," Lord Bale said. "When rubbed, it produces the most pleasant sensation. I will show you while you are topping him."

Orlando wanted to scream his outrage. Not only was he being held captive and raped, he was being used to teach another naive young man. The full scope of Lord Bale's plan for shaming him became clear to Orlando and it appeared there was no way to avoid it. At least Lord Wood was a gentleman and it could hardly get worse.

Lord Bale resumed stroking Orlando's passage and the boy nearly swooned with pleasure. The young commoner was a rank novice at the art of love and this was out of all his experience. He didn't know what his lordship was doing, but it was frightening how good it felt. Orlando wished it would stop and yet he wished it would not. He could sense that it was only the harbinger of something even more wonderful.

"You see how he begins to warm to me," Lord Bale said. "Touch him, Lij."

"Where?"

"'Tis a pitiful excuse for a rake as would ask that question," Christian said. "Why don't you see how sensitive his nipples are?"

Mindful of Chris' earlier admonition to gentleness, Elijah brushed his fingertip across one of Orli's dark nipples. The stiff little nub tightened and Orli moaned involuntarily. Delighted, Lord Wood tweaked the turgid nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, making Orli pant and squirm.

"He's quite sensitive indeed," Lord Bale said. "You should be able to make him cum while you are taking your pleasure, if that is your wish."

Lord Wood nodded, blue eyes glowing with eagerness.

"If you are ready, move between his thighs," Bale said. "If you would prefer to take him from the rear, I will call Colin to rearrange his bonds."

"No, this is good," Elijah said, kneeling.

Lord Bale untied one of Orlando's legs and bound the ankle to the top of the post where it met the canopy. "That should give you a good angle," Bale said. "Do I have to tell you what to do next?"

Lord Wood looked down at his rod. "May I have some more oil, Chris?" he asked.

"There is hope that you may yet become a member of the Casanova Club," Lord Bale said, pouring lubricant over the young man's arousal and giving the slim but rock hard organ a few firm strokes. "You are ready. Give him a good ride, Lij."

Feeling his critical mentor's eyes on him, Lord Wood eased the tip of his slippery shaft into the small entrance. Quelling his urge to bury his length in the delicious heat, Elijah inched forward until Christian told him to stop.

"Withdraw a bit and alter your angle," Lord Bale said.

Lord Wood did as he was bidden in a daze of erotic excitement. Orlando gasped, moaned and cried out around the gag at each small movement of Elijah's cock, spurring Lord Wood's lust. Reining himself in with unaccustomed restraint, the young noble thrust delicately under his tutor's direction until Orlando's expression changed dramatically.

"Ah, now you have him, Lij," Lord Bale said. "Continue to move thus and he will cum."

Lord Wood moved his hips a few times, assuring himself that he had the spot memorized. It was fascinating watching the peasant's pretty face, as he was ravished; Elijah appreciated Chris' obsession now and took full advantage of this opportunity to learn more about it. Wrapping his arm around Orlando's elevated thigh, Lord Wood penetrated deeper.

Orlando pulled at his restraints as Lord Wood's cock sank into him. The young peer's organ was barely of average size, but it was still much larger than a finger and Orlando tried his best to wriggle away from it. This excited Elijah even more.

"I like it when he moves around," Lord Wood said.

"Do as I told you and he will thrash like a trout on the line," Lord Bale replied.

Lord Wood withdrew from the tight passage and Orlando let out a great breath that he hadn't been aware he was holding. He relaxed slightly an Elijah pushed back into him, rubbing his prostate by lucky chance. Seeing the reaction, Lord Wood drew back and thrust again. Orlando jerked each time the blunt cock head dragged across his weak spot and Elijah looked to Lord Bale for approval.

"Very good," Christian said. "You have hit your stride, Lij. Exercise him well."

Lord Wood wanted to do as Lord Bale said, but Orlando's sheath felt so good that Elijah knew he would cum soon. Wishing to give a good accounting, Lord Wood reached for the peasant's lolling shaft.

"A very nice show of initiative, Lij," Lord Bale said as Lord Wood stroked Orlando's half hard organ to full erection.

"I apologize," Lord Wood said. "But I shall not be able to give him a long ride."

"It is your first time," Lord Bale said indulgently. "The tightness can be overwhelming."

"Yes," Elijah groaned, as Orlando's anus contracted on the base of his cock.

Lord Bale smiled. "Let me help you win this horizontal duel," he said.

Orlando moaned abjectly as Lord Bale licked, sucked and pinched his nipples. This stimulation combined with that of the hard cock sliding in and out of him and the fist that stroked his arousal soon drove the inexperienced young man to the brink of release. His head tossed wildly from side to side as if in denial of the pleasure that mounted in ever-increasing waves of bliss. He blushed to feel such rapture but could not prevent it.

"Oh God, I am going to spurt," Lord Wood said breathlessly.

"Release your seed if you are ready," Lord Bale said.

Elijah's thrusts increased in speed and force until he sheathed himself fully in the commoner on each stroke. Rocking steadily into the captive, the young noble stroked Orlando's sweet spot. The captive sobbed around the gag as his pleasure mounted higher and higher until he felt as though he would burst if he did not find release.

"Do you want me to make you cum, Orlando?" Lord Bale asked wrapping a hand around Elijah's on Orlando's rod.

Tears stood in Orlando's eyes, but he nodded his head. Lord Bale's humiliation of him was complete as he silently begged the man to finish him. With a sardonic smile, Bale lowered his head and drew Orlando's arousal into his mouth. As the noble sucked the head of his shaft, Orlando's hips moved in tandem.

Lord Wood groaned as the young man's pelvis met his solidly sending shock waves of pleasure through his groin. Unable to wait any longer, he spilled his seed deep inside the captive.

"Keep thrusting, you mooncalf," Lord Bale barked when Elijah stopped moving.

Orlando gave a strangled cry around the gag as the sated cock moved subtly inside him. Drowsily, Lord Wood slid a finger into the tight passage alongside his softening shaft and rubbed the young man's sweet spot. Orlando arched to the limits of his restraints as a powerful orgasm swept through him like a high wind through the treetops.

Lord Bale relinquished the twitching cock as pearly droplets spurted from the tip. Thick, cloudy fluid spattered Orlando's quivering belly in mute witness of his climax. Lord Wood was still snugly ensconced in the young man's passage, leaning against Orlando's thigh, stroking the soft skin dreamily. Elijah groaned and nipped at the inside of the peasant's knee as Orlando's opening clenched on the base of his spent cock.

"Was that good, you pretty thing?" Lord Bale asked almost tenderly as Orlando sank back down to the mattress.

I shut my eyes and would not open them for shame. Lord Bale had shown me that I was weak, and could not control my baser urges. I felt I deserved no better treatment than those fine gentlemen had meted out. As tears ran down, I cursed the flaw in my nature that made me so susceptible to pleasures of the flesh. Yes, you may smile to hear me say it.

However, when Lord Bale leaned in and took my mouth in a slow, deep kiss, my cock stirred, ready for more. And that is how it began.

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