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Comfort Zone
By Les Lea
Part 5

Following my crying fit Ripley had run a bath for me and left me to soak away some of the aches and pains I was feeling. When I returned to my room everything was all neat and tidy, the pool of piss had been cleaned up, the bedding restored, my shorts taken away and my pressed and spotless eveningwear hung from a hook by the door. I'm sure a castle this size would have needed tons of staff but other than those I've mentioned I never saw anyone else. Even the waiters at that first 'formal' meal I'd not seen since. It was a mystery where everyone was. In fact I'd hardly seen His Lordship either, when I had done he was passing from one area to another usually carrying a sheaf of papers and very intent on whatever it was he was doing. He did always look fantastic though; the black kilt and heavy black leather sporran swaying as he walked and under his arm an ever present swagger stick. His bearing was always military and perhaps a little superior
 but I suppose, if you own half of Scotland, it comes naturally. He always looked magnificent and I was sorry that other than the first night he hadn't taken any meals with the rest of us. The evening meal passed off pleasantly enough and once again I excused myself early as I was desperate for some sleep. I'd never been so tired. My muscles, my sinews even my blood was crying out for rest and I flopped down naked on my rickety iron bed and fell into a deep sleep. I had dreams where I re-lived some of the events that had happened in such a short time and at one point I was visited by a man in black. I woke up scared and shaking but completely alone… it was only a nightmare. Strangely enough after that I fell straight back to sleep and didn't wake up again until that damned bugle started up again.

A quick shit, shower and shave and into my P.E. kit… at least I wasn't the last this time. We did around ninety minutes worth of exercise and drill (they seemed to think it was important that I knew how to march, salute, stand at ease and become more… military. I wasn't bothered but as these guys were all from such a background I went along with it). I have to say that my arsehole was incredibly sore and I found just about any exercise (or any movement if the truth be known) both uncomfortable and painful but I was determined to keep up. The pool afterward was soothing and although I'd approached it this time more than a little wary… all was well. We swam lazily for an hour or so and chatted quite amiably. There were no request to me for 'private' discussions or inferences that I was expected to do something else. Breakfast was once again fantastic and I wolfed down tons after which it was back into fatigues and we went out on manoeuvres.
 This was something new to me and apparently we had to capture a target about 20 miles away without triggering any alarms. We were also given a time scale it had to be completed by. I was basically just a passenger but I was taken along as they thought it would be good for me to be involved.  Major Phillips led us and I have to say I found the whole experience fan-bloody-tastic. Yomping across the fabulous countryside, crawling through the undergrowth, checking out positions with binoculars and finding our way with maps, a compass, grid references, and using coded radio messages to pinpoint where everyone was… I thought it was just the best fun. It was also scary at times as we didn't know what we'd find at our target, whether it would be heavily armed, booby trapped or what. My job was to carry one of the radios and keep close to my commanding officer when he sent scouts out to reconnoitre the area and to be alert for when they radioed in their
 reports. It all went well and we captured a small hut in the middle of nowhere that was supposed to be the nerve centre for a group of terrorists. We radioed in our success and about 20 minutes later a huge military support helicopter came and picked us up and flew us back to the castle. Christ, I thought, they have incredible resources at their disposal if they can get something like that to just come and get us. We were back in the castle grounds in minutes but I was still full off the adrenalin rush that the whole operation had on me. I was congratulated by all the men for my part in the operation and I felt proud to have been part of the team. 

Later, and back in my room, I was stood at attention as Ripley once again inspected me. He slowly removed my fatigues, kissing or stroking each part of my body as I became naked. He'd ordered me to stand perfectly still and to let him do what he wanted to do. It was difficult but I was happy to at least try and comply. As he pulled down my trousers my cock immediately sprung up to greet him (I had never been issued with underwear since I'd been at the castle) and he gently took it into his mouth.  Jesus… the feeling was fantastic and I moaned with incredible pleasure. He took it all the way down his throat, it may not have been the size of any of the other guys but it was mine and I was quite pleased with it. He sucked, nibbled and lapped at the piss slit driving me completely delirious while at the same time fondling and manipulating my ball sack. In seconds I was about to shoot but he withdrew and carried on undressing me. When I was completely
 naked he began to lick my entire body. Starting with a deep kiss on my lips then slowly he made his way down to my sore bum hole. He pulled my arse cheeks apart and gently lapped at my battered bottom. It made me shiver not only with anticipation but also apprehension as I felt too tense to think about taking anything else up there. It was as if he could read my mind. The tenderness he showed me was incredible as he led me to his huge four-poster bed and had me lay out. "Don't worry," he whispered, "I'm just going to massage you… and," he said gently patting my behind, "make that sexy little butt-hole of yours all well again."
He did just what he said he'd do. Starting from my toes he worked his way all the way to the top of my head and, I'm sure if I'd had any left, he would have massaged each hair. He was gentle and thorough and I completely relaxed even when he turned me over and smoothed some kind of herbal balm into my backside. His fingers gently sliding in and spreading the lotion around, soon I felt a warm glow emanating down there. My hips rose, and in all truth, if he'd wanted to fuck me there and then I wouldn't have stopped him but no, he kept to massaging every part of my anatomy.  I was half asleep with such easy and soothing strokes and the ache that seemed to be constantly with me appeared to be alleviated.
"Please Sir, may I ask a question?" I sleepily requested.
"You know you're not supposed to," he softly chided.
"But it's something I need to know." He stopped his massage for a moment. "Sorry, something I need to know… Sir." His fingers found the exact spot on my back where he'd finished and continued. So did I, "Have I been as good as you hoped I would be when you first brought me here… Sir?"
Again his fingers paused for a moment as he thought, "There isn't a person here who doesn't think you are very… special… and that you continue to exceed expectations."
It was just the answer I had wanted to hear and wriggled in pleasure and contentment. "Another thing Sir."
"This is your last question… so make the most of it." He said in mock sternness.
"Please Sir… will you fuck me? I implored.
"Maybe later… right now you need to get as much rest as you can."
"Mmmm" I murmured as I ground myself into the comfortable sheets.
I fell asleep and woke up to find Ripley was cradling me tenderly. We were like spoons as he pressed into my back; his breathing deep and easy and with his cock lying gently between my thighs as he too was dozing. At that moment I'd never been happier in my life. The man who I think I had fallen in love with was holding me to him and I was… in his words 'special'. With that thought in my head I went back to sleep in complete and utter contentment.

"Wake up Deacon," I was being firmly shaken from my surprisingly deep sleep. "Time for dinner… have a shower and get dressed… you've got ten minutes."
He was already dressed in the evening outfit of kilt and shirt and, even through my sleepy eyes, looked even more fantastic than he usually did. God, if that didn't mean I had fallen 'big time' for him I don't know what did. He slapped my reddened arse playfully, which still stung a bit, and left the room for me to get on with preparing myself for the evening meal… and I was so famished I could have eaten a horse (and I had a good idea which one that would have been). Ten minutes later I was dressed in my kilt and white shirt and had joined the others. This time when I went to people they all seemed much more 'touchy feely'… you know, not afraid to talk in close to you, hands on shoulders, not afraid to brush against each other… that type of thing. I felt that I'd made some kind of breakthrough and that I'd become accepted. Although just what that meant I wasn't too sure but I did like this feeling of fellowship… of belonging.
 My sore arse was being stroked and patted right up to the time we were called to the table where we were joined by His Lordship. I was very pleased to see him and he greeted me with a huge smile on his face. "Ahh Deacon, I've heard you've had a busy few days,"
"Yes Sir… very busy Sir." I enthused back.
"Nothing too strenuous I hope? Nothing you couldn't deal with? Mm mm mm?" he gently queried with a slightly raised eyebrow.
He obviously knew everything and seemed pleased with what I'd achieved, and to be honest, so was I, "No Sir… I mean… er… Yes Sir," I added confused. "Sorry Sir I mean… I hope I've fulfilled those expectations that you've placed on me… Sir."
"I hope you continue to do so Deacon," he said nodding appreciatively at me, "I hope you continue to do so."
"Yes Sir… I will Sir." We then all took our seats for the meal. 
"Gentlemen," the gathering instantly fell silent as His Lordship spoke, "I would like young Deacon here to demonstrate his willingness to obey orders… unquestioningly." There was a slight murmuring around the table. "Deacon."
I swallowed hard. "Yes Sir" I said a little more nervously than I hoped.
"All these men around this table are your comrades… do you agree?
"Yes Sir," I now said with more force in my voice as it was true. I liked them all and would, and had, done things with them I didn't know I could do.
"In the military, and indeed in all Her Majesties Services, you rely on the man next to you... he may just save your life." He continued, "Out on the battlefield there are few comforts and fewer things you can rely on," I listened intently as he spoke, "except your fellow soldiers… and they rely on you.  To this end they are trained to look after each other and to consider a fellow soldier's needs." I nodded to myself in agreement as it seemed that was what army life was about… looking out for your mate. "Sometimes," he added, "your fellow soldier's needs are more than just physical… they are sexual… and you have been proving that you can be that person to give a much needed morale boost to these men gathered here." Again I gulped, not too sure where this was leading. "I'd like you to continue to prove yourself now and take care of your companions. Are you willing to do that?"
I was nervous but I'd done so much and I thought I really wanted to be part of this troop of horny soldiers. I swallowed again. "Yes Sir."
"I want you to fellate all the men around this table." He said looking straight into my eyes and held me there.
"Er… erm… er…" I stumbled over my response.
"You have sucked a fellow soldier before haven't you Deacon?
"Er... Yes Sir." I said with little enthusiasm but the term 'fellow soldier' stuck in my head. Possibly I was now being regarded as one of them.
"Good. Then starting with Captain Ripley I want you to suck each man to completion while we eat dinner." 
Obviously this was an order and if I was going to be part of this group I needed to obey orders as that was what they were all about. "Er… Sir?" I queried knowing I didn't have much option if I was ever going to be admitted. "Should I swallow…? Sir."
He smiled back at me, "Of course Deacon... you shouldn't waste the chance of getting extra protein…on some campaigns you never know where the next meal is coming from." 
I wanted His Lordship to think I was more enthusiastic than I was really feeling so I barked back a "Yes Sir." 
I stood at the end of the table until they had all served themselves and sat down, then as ordered, I dipped under the table and on all fours crawled to where Ripley was sitting. His kilt was already showing a slight bulge and when I reached under and touched his cock he was immediately rock hard. I stroked it for a few seconds before my lips pressed against its head and I gently took it between my wet lips. I licked and nibbled, like Hellman had taught me, and spread great gobs of saliva all along its length to help it slip into my throat easier. As my head bounced around on his cock my own cock swung too and fro under my kilt as I worked away. I wanted desperately to tug on my own hard prick but thought I'd better make sure all these other men were satisfied before I did. After about ten minute I felt him stiffen and was rewarded with a mouthful of extra creamy spunk. Well that's what I told myself it was as I desperately tried to swallow. I had no
 option so down my gullet it went. Next up was Dickson and he couldn't wait as his cock was already leaking a gallon of pre-cum when my lips touched it. He only took about five minutes before my mouth was full again and I swallowed the bitter tasting jelly down into my stomach. As I worked my way up the table it seemed that the cocks were getting bigger and thicker and I struggled to get much of the girth into my oral cavity. As I was on all fours my kilt was lifted by feet trying to locate my arsehole. Shoes had come off and big toes were searching for a place to bury themselves and a couple of times they succeeded. My bum was plugged as I sucked on someone else's dick, the wiggling toes producing very strange sensations as I worked away. Both Hellman and Phillips had reached under the table as they orgasmed and held my head tightly onto their pulsating and spurting dicks. Bypassing my teeth and gums their cum shot straight into my belly. I was
 exhausted and my jaws ached like fuck. Waite and Samson both stretched my orifice to capacity and they took more of my tonguing, licking and nibbling to get a response but when I did… the flood gates opened and I got as much over my face, hair and spurting back down my nose as I did swamping my throat. That left only His Lordship and I approached with caution. I'd never actually been involved on any sexual level with him before and was worried that he was 'off limits' as he was the man in charge. However, his orders were 'to suck every man at the table' so I tentatively approached him and lay my hand on his leather sporran. I didn't get a negative reaction so I continued. I put my hands gently on either side of his calves and slowly stroked upward thus lifting his kilt. Still no reaction so I increased my upper movement until his kilt was high and I could the see his cock and balls. Hell, it was like a baguette with two large juicy
 tomatoes laid there. All I could smell was maleness and cum, which wasn't surprising as I must have drunk about a pint of it already and had the stuff plastered over my face. I have to say I was very nervous, this was the 'big man' in all respects and if I failed here I might just as well have failed everywhere. I took a deep breath and brought my sticky tongue to his flaring piss slit. I licked my quickly drying lips so that there would be some sort of lubrication as I attempted to take him in but it was difficult. I opened my jaw as wide as it would go and tried to press him inside… and thankfully (if that's the right term for such a monster cock) bit by tiny bit he slid in. Unfortunately, my mouth was forced so wide I had no leeway to do much else except rock backwards and forwards in an attempt to cause enough friction to get him off. It was uncomfortable for me and I'm sure it would have been damned unpleasant for him with my teeth
 scraping along his cock so much but he never said a word, so I carried on. I took ages to try and stimulate him with my mouth but I didn't feel I was getting very far so I pulled away and used my hands. I licked my palms and used what saliva I had left to make my fingers as slippery as I could. I put the cockhead against my lips and used both hands to masturbate this great branch of a dick. It seemed to illicit a response as I noticed his balls start to retract a little bit in his ball sack.  I think I even heard him say something but his hands suddenly appeared under the table and fastened themselves behind my head. He pulled my head forcefully onto his cock, which slipped in and spread my mouth wide in just enough time to receive his first spunky spurt, which blasted the back of my throat… the second and third also seemed intent on spray painting my tonsils. He pulled my head forward harder and I found to my surprise his cock slithered further
 down my throat and still he continued to spurt his load into my semen filled belly. I was seriously gagging but he held me there for a few panicky moments until his cock settled down a bit.

As I emerged from under the table everyone started to applaud. I was covered in quite a load of sticky smelly cum and my stomach groaned under the cascade of the stuff and I wasn't feeling too good. I was surrounded by the guys who were patting me on the back. In fact they were patting everywhere as they congratulated me on the successful completion of my task. There were a few nodding winks and conspiratorial "I knew you could do it" from some of the men but when I was taken over to the food buffet to select some dinner… I didn't feel I could keep anything else down.
"Well Deacon… you've proved yourself versatile, inventive and enthusiastic," it was His Lordship's turn to praise me. "In a couple of days time Captain Ripley and yourself will be leaving us… so, in the meantime, have fun with the rest of your stay and thank you for proving that the Captain was right to invite you here. Enjoy the remainder of your stay" he nodded appreciatively at me, "but gentlemen, please excuse me as I now have things to arrange."
"Ten'sun."  Sergeant Samson bellowed and the assembly stiffened to attention as His Lordship left the room. I even found myself springing upright and erect at the command… perhaps I was getting into this military way of life easier and more readily than I ever thought I would. Maybe, just maybe I needed the discipline of such a life. Perhaps that's what Ripley had seen in me… a need I didn't even know I had. I mean, it was only a few days ago that I'd lost my virginity and now, thanks to these guys, I've learned that a cock up my arse can be fantastic.  But hold on… what was this 'leaving in a couple of days' all about?

In spite of everything that I'd been subjected to over the last few days I'd rapidly come to consider these people as my friends who, in times of trouble, would be there to look out for me. Regardless of anything else I had begun to feel that I was a different person than the one at school. There I was a bit of a loner with a touch of rebellion but who had little or no direction. Obviously I could be determined as that's what brought me to work out so much in the school gym in the first place but… my head was empty of any great 'plan'. My future, I'd decided, would 'happen as it happened' and I wasn't going to worry about it… that thought was what was originally going to take me to drift about in Newquay. Whatever it was that Ripley had seen in me I must have embraced eagerly without necessarily realising just what I was doing. I suppose other people always have a far better take on you than you do yourself. Ripley had taken me away
 from what I knew and exposed me to a different life… and one that I have to say was more demanding than I could have imagined. The trials, the exercise, the drill, the manoeuvres and the intense sex… I'd needed to… to… well, I wasn't sure but one thing was for sure… I never once thought about running away or going home.

Later that evening and back in my room I lay naked on my little bed. I couldn't sleep as I was thinking about what was going to happen in a couple of days when me and Ripley left the castle. When I had tried to bring up the subject down in the dining hall he promised he'd explain later. So, that's what I was waiting for now. I'd showered but my stomach still seemed to gurgle with all that cum in it… although more than likely that was the result of a lack of real food but to be honest, there's no way I could have faced one of the meals they served. The weather in Scotland had been brilliant whist we'd been visiting and I was making a mental note to travel to this region again. Then I suddenly remembered I had no idea exactly where we were… I'd also have to ask Ripley where the hell we were. I knew he had a number of weeks left from the school holidays. The summer break is the longest for teachers and pupils alike but I wondered if he was
 going to be returning to my home town. The main question though was… were we an item? In such a short time I desperately thought I 'belonged' with the man. There was nothing I didn't like about him… even if he wanted me to call him 'Sir' for the rest of my life… I'd have been happy to do so. I was feeling a bit miserable because of the unknowns and at this place, different and exciting though it was I felt, despite some great sex, I had got no closer to him than I had when we were training back in the school gym. I hoped that when we did leave we'd go off and holiday together… I dreamed it would be somewhere tropical. I'd packed my passport in my rucksack… then it hit me. In all the time I'd been at this place I'd not seen my rucksack, I'd not had my mobile, I'd not called my parents, I hadn't seen a television, read a book or newspaper or heard music (apart from that fucking bugle) and I hadn't thought about any of
 that since arriving at the castle. Bloody hell, talk about change. I never thought I could live without television or music and yet I had and never realised it. My body was hard, muscular and my hair was cropped to just a velvety sheen. My arse had been used for sex and punishment and though it was still extremely sore I was thriving. The new me was such a transformation I wanted it to continue. I wanted to keep being tested, be told what to do, where and when, I needed someone else to take charge… to make me… better. To make me what I could be and I wanted Ripley to be the one to do it.




      

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