Casimir's Bedchambers, The Duchene Estate, Leighton, England, (1762)...
Intense grunting could be heard at the door of Casimir Duchene's bedchambers, The brilliantly carved maple oak wood doors did little to keep out the noises as Casimir saw to sating his lustful appetite after having woken up that morning in a state of much-needed attention. He had managed to corner one of the working maids and a bumbling servant boy now and again as they made their rounds. For years rumor and conjecture existed about Casimir's less-than-savory tendencies but no one ever found any truth to it. Casimir of course was quite the dastardly lad when it came to his desires in terms of sexual exploits. This morning had been no different as he awoke in the center of his rather large black four-poster bed amid specially stitched sheets of gold and pillows of the softest plush and white that lined his bed when it had been made as well as the floor when he was given to other attentions.
The golden locks of Casimir cascaded against his exposed pale back as his body towered above his chosen bedmate who found their self tasked with slaking his seemingly unyielding lust. The soft whimpers of the bedmate in question were dulled via one of the aforementioned plush pillows being used in the wake of their body being driven rather violently into the mattress via the intense and hardly subtle thrusts from Casimir whose own naked body remained atop his bedmate amid the golden sheets and pillows while his headboard drilled repeatedly into the nearby wall.
Sweat cascaded down his already decidedly pale body exposed to the elements as he sought the pleasure of the sudden warmth that enveloped his pulsing and rather impressively large cock in the wake of their act. The outright giddy intensity from the notoriously handsome lad's grey eyes increased from the effects of pleasure that radiated throughout his body as the thrusts continued to get the better of his bedmate.
Casimir, as his current lover found out, was increasingly selfish in bed and had quite the domineering streak as it were. He had no love for servants and saw his way to using them as he pleased like any noble in his position and standing. While his nature could be considered cold, it was a means of protection in a ruthless world of political intrigue and vapid court affairs.
Having finally had his fill, Casimir thrust once more into the warmth of his bedmate and released his seed deeply thrusting as the slow wave of his release continued to get the better of him and his bedmate. As his thrusts died down the sweat continued to pour off him, causing his locks to stick to his shoulders and forehead as he gasped for breath.
Utterly spent, Casimir collapsed onto the unlucky bedmate who had panted in reaction to being ravaged and equally slick from the combination of their intense act and the releases that followed. The handsome lad groaned at the sensation of the continued moderate pulsing of his enormous cock following his much-needed morning release. He withdrew from the rather pleasant warmth and rolled onto his side of the bed, propped up via a pillow that he had not managed to throw onto the floor.
It was shaping up to be a pretty pleasant morning for him of course, he'd been temporarily sated in terms of his lust and he had big plans for his future and the upcoming ball his mother was intent on throwing.
A knock on his door had gotten his undivided attention and much to his chagrin, he saw his way to answering it. Casimir climbed out of bed, tossing back the golden sheets to reveal the pale and decidedly limp body of a local servant boy the one who had taken the handsome noble's cock just a few moments prior.
The sleeping lad was of the tender age of sixteen and unsure about his own sexual identity but he looked girlish enough to warrant Casimir's attention and his short blond locks were adorable enough to be considered in terms of his baby face and native blue eyes. While not many people knew of Casimir's wayward preference when it came to bedmates, he had chosen young-looking male servants because spilling one's seed inside a young maiden always ended up with a bastard child that caused more scandal than it was worth.
The handsome blond enjoyed bedding women more often than not but the need to constantly hold himself back from release for fear of an unwanted pregnancy dulled some of the pleasure in his mind. He simply sought another means of release when seeking out those of the same sex for the sole benefit of them keeping quiet due to the nature of the encounter and the fact that he could release as deeply inside them as he wished and not have to worry about impregnating them.
The knocking persisted as a very nude Alain answered the door not at all bothering to make himself decent in the wake of the potential conversation. He was quite amused to see young Geoffrey standing on the other side on behalf of his stepfather Alfred Remington.
"M-Master C-Casimir." stammered Geoffrey visibly uncomfortable after seeing that Casimir was naked at the door.
The indecent noble smirked enjoying every bit of making his servant uneasy as his enormous and exposed cock, which was still quite slick in terms of appearance from his release, began to twitch in the wake of the gasp that filled his ears.
"Is there a reason you are bothering me?" he asked in something of an unenthusiastic tone.
Geoffrey attempted to compose himself despite not being able to take his eyes off the twitching cock before him.
"M-Sir Alfred Remington was wondering if you'd seen M-Master Alain?" the fumbling servant finally managed.
Casimir sighed knowing all too well that Alain was possibly seeing to his brand of lust as well. It still amused him just how private his younger brother had been about his personal affairs but he agreed to keep his confidences nonetheless even if it meant keeping their parents at bay.
"I've been rather preoccupied ever since I opened my eyes this morning, so no...I've not had the chance to look in on baby brother," he replied casually. "Now if you will excuse me, my attention is much needed elsewhere."
Geoffrey did his best to keep his composure knowing full well what had been going on in Casimir's bedchambers before his knocking. He had taken notice of one of the younger male servants not being at his post and last it was known he was sent to see to assist Casimir with his bedding only to not have returned or checked in for quite some time.
"I...shall leave you to it then," he replied swiftly taking his leave as Casimir once more closed his doors.
He didn't need to be told that discretion was the better part of valor as he put everything he'd seen out of his mind and headed to give his unfortunate report of not having any answers as to where Alain had been for his concerned father.
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Casimir's Bedchambers, The Duchene Estate, Leighton, England, (1762)...
After having gotten rid of Geoffrey, Casimir climbed back into his bed, a smirk filed across his handsome face as he thought about all the naughty things he and his younger brother had been up to ever since coming of age. In the old days, their secrets consisted of whether or not they snuck out of the estate or stole candy from one of the shops, now Their secrets had taken on a more mature theme and their parents were just as clueless about their everyday experiences as they had been when they were mere boys.
It was something to see Alain grow into a proper young man despite years of worry and his relatively unattached view of the world around him. All Casimir wished was for his brother to take to living as opposed to the existence he had before when he simply watched others live life while it passed him by.
The semi-sleeping servant boy had barely a moment's notice before Casimir once more pulled back the covers, he took to swatting the lad along his exposed pale backside with a very firm hand before parting his legs and driving his still twitching cock deep inside him just as before. A low moan escaped the lad's lips as the domineering noble towered above him thrusting home inside the warmth that held his seed from the previous release.
The now whimpering lad arched his back in reaction to being penetrated so deeply by his none-too-kind lover as Casimir once more sought to sate his seemingly unyielding lust in the wake of the blissful new morning.