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Seduced And Broken In

Seduced And Broken In

by franharris1
20 min read
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adultfiction

This story is an extension of, and homage to, the great adventurer Frank Harris' iconic work My Life and Loves.

My name is Henry Hesiltine and I am a student at Rugby College in Warwickshire. Since my physical appearance has a lot to do with the events below, allow me to describe it. I'm five and a half feet tall, weigh only eight and a half stone, slender and small boned. My hair is ash blonde and I have large blue eyes, full lips, good teeth. My hands, feet and genitalia are small but well formed. My bottom is a little fuller than the rest of me, with rather girlish curves; I occasionally observe people, both male and female, regarding it with interest, to my embarrassment..

Before my father's early death, he had left a small legacy to educate me at Rugby. My mother, alas, was left in genteel poverty in a decaying country house about a hundred miles from the college, where she consoled herself with the gin bottle. I'm by nature shy and self effacing, with few relatives and fewer intimate friends.

Rugby College was strange and intimidating. Though I'm an above average scholar, I found the work - especially the math -- very difficult. I had not yet made friends who might help me comprehend the calculus, and was sitting tensely in the library fruitlessly grappling with the day's problems. I was frustrated, and lonely enough, to allow some large tears to fall silently on my work.

A shadow crossed my papers and I looked up to see a large figure regarding me pleasantly. To my surprise it was St. John Jones, a senior student who was one of the best known at the college: tall, strongly built, handsome, very wealthy, though not renowned for scholastic aptitude. Sympathetically he asked if I was having difficulty; in my emotional state I nodded yes, grateful that somebody cared. To my surprise he suggested that we adjourn to his study where, he said, he could help me.

In his study, which was large and well appointed, he sat me down and produced, to my surprise, a crib or answer book. Such items were frowned upon at the college, and I was apprehensive about using it. But he reassured me, saying everybody did, and with its help we quickly solved the problems. I was relieved and grateful to him; and it was at this point that he placed his powerful hand on my thigh.

He whispered that he greatly admired me, was in fact highly attracted, that he wanted to kiss me. In my inexperience and astonishment, I froze; his lips immediately met mine and his tongue darted into my mouth. I had no idea how to respond; he pressed more firmly against my surprised mouth and caressed my tongue with his. He smelled of tobacco, bay rum, with a particular male scent; his clothes were of the finest quality. Frankly, I was flattered by his attention and could not bring myself to resist him, although such behavior went against all my upbringing.

He fumbled at his trousers and unbuttoned them, then took my surprised hand and slipped it into his fly. His cock was smooth, hard and thick; it seemed to throb with heat. Taking my slender fingers in his, he encircled his shaft with them, so that I was in full contact with his flesh. Despite my reluctance -- I tried to pull away - he held my wrist and compelled me to frig him, moaning with pleasure as my fingers, trapped in his, caressed him. A moment later his cock spurted fiercely, drenching me in his warm seed.

I was allowed to withdraw my saturated hand, but he grasped it and pressed it against my mouth, telling me to lick it clean. I was so astounded by this incident, and so impressed that such an important man should take any kind of interest in me, that I complied, shyly opening my lips to suck the fluid away. That done, he gripped me by the neck and pushed my face down to his groin, instructing me to complete the clean up on his softening member.

I struggled to free myself, but he easily held me and repeated his demand. Reluctantly I lapped at the come that decorated his softening cock; it was slightly salty and not unpleasant. To tell the truth, my own cock was throbbing with excitement, so that I yearned for relief. He kissed me several times and caressed my cheek before suggesting we return to the library.

I can't tell you what an impact this dalliance had on me. Never before had I touched the private parts of another. Now I had not only carried Jones to orgasm, but had allowed him to employ my mouth in his service. I felt ashamed, embarrassed, and humiliated. Jones had effortlessly dominated me, and since we had bonded in this very intimate way I felt that I might not be free of his needs and expectations. All afternoon and evening my thoughts returned to his thick shaft violently spurting his seed as I caressed him, and the taste of his come.

His powerful personality had easily overcome my own shy reticence. I couldn't stop thinking about what else he might make me do. I greatly desired his warmth and attention; I wanted to please him; yet questioned what else he might expect from me. Still, to retain his good will, perhaps if there was a next time I could offer to fondle him more willingly. It wasn't such a hard thing to do, and if it pleased him, then I could overcome my reservations. Of course I had at this point no idea of how sophisticated and far reaching were his desires.

A day or so later he approached me in the dining hall. He was friendly and relaxed, acting as if nothing had happened. Would I like to join him for the weekend at his country house, he inquired. His carriage would come to the college and transport us there. There would be excellent meals, fresh air, hunting if I wished it, long rambles on his beautiful estate. He hoped I would accept the invitation; it would make him very happy.

I was hesitant to agree, but reflected that the alternative was a dreary, lonely time at the college. My mother's home was too far away, and anyway there would not be much cheer there. Jones' wealth was well known; certainly it would be a pleasant change. I was in need of a friend, and was most fortunate to have obtained such a handsome, popular, successful companion. Shyly I accepted; he seemed delighted and, putting a powerful arm around my slender shoulders, hugged me affectionately.

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The carriage -- a most expensive and luxurious vehicle -- duly transported us out to the country. Jones' home was a magnificent Georgian mansion surrounded by extensive, beautifully tended gardens. Pointing to some distant hills, he remarked that the family estates reached even beyond them. Our lunch was delicious, the servants superbly trained; although they seemed in awe, or even fearful, of their young master. Jones jovially suggested we ride out to the hills for a long exploration; the countryside was exquisite, he said, and there were splendid views to be had.

He was thoroughly agreeable throughout the afternoon, asking me about my family and upbringing, offering compliments and in general taking a strong interest on me. Leaving our horses, we walked up a steep hill to a low wall that looked out over miles of lovely countryside. It was then, after looking around to make sure that we were undisturbed, that he told me casually to take all my clothes off.

I was taken completely aback by this unexpected demand. I could see he liked me, but this? I stood there frozen; he repeated his request, this time more curtly. Reluctant to lose his good will, I attempted to change the subject. He simply sat on the wall, smiling pleasantly, and making a "get on with it" gesture. Bending to his superior will, I unbuttoned my shirt, took off my trousers and underpants, removed my socks and shoes, and stood completely naked in front of him, blushing red and attempting to cover my groin.

The sun was warm on my nude body and the breeze blew pleasantly. I felt entirely exposed and helpless before my companion. He signaled for me to turn around and show him my bare bottom; his gaze seemed to pierce me between my cheeks. Telling me to kneel down -- the grass was very soft -- he advanced towards me and gripped my slim bare shoulders. His groin, which seemed to bulge and throb, was directly in front of my face.

As I shivered with fear and anticipation, naked and alone as I was, he told me to take his cock out of his trousers. I fumbled with his buttons and underwear; his shaft practically sprang out of confinement. It was thick and long, the head shrouded in a fleshy cape; twice the size at least of my own member. Gingerly I gripped it in my hand and began to caress it. It was so hard, yet the skin was like silk. He gave a grunt of pleasure, then told me to take it in my mouth.

In other circumstances I could never have acceded to such a demand, which went against all my upbringing and the teachings of the church. But stripped, kneeling, eager to please my companion, I saw no alternative except to part my lips and allow him into my soft mouth. I delicately kissed the swollen head, then was inspired to lick the shaft from end to end. That done, I took it into my mouth and began to suck it, sliding my tongue across the surface and gently feathering the tip. Jones gave a grunt of pleasure and allowed me to caress him; then, becoming further aroused, he commenced to move in and out of my unresisting mouth, thrusting deeply so that I choked.

He slowly pushed his entire length into me, probing into my throat; this provoked violent contractions, so that now I squirmed and wriggled to free myself of this suffocating intrusion. My lips were stretched apart by his thickness; he simply held himself in place by gripping my neck firmly. I was impaled, at his mercy, struggling to breathe, unable to make sounds beyond a muffled pleading.

His cock swelled even more, then I felt a wave of convulsions; an astonishing gush of warm liquid shot out of the end and down my throat. I swallowed frantically so as not to drown; his ejaculations seemed endless. Finally the fountaining slackened and his rigidity lessened; his residue dripped out of my mouth and stained my chin. I kneeled before him sobbing quietly; naked, defiled and alone.

More friendly now, he told me to lick him clean, then restore his cock to his clothing. Obediently I performed both duties, snuffling a little and ashamed to raise my eyes to him. This had been a true epiphany; never had I experienced anything like this, and I felt like I had no will of my own left. Jones however was affectionate, appreciative; he kissed me deeply and hugged me.

We walked back down the hill in silence; I deferred to him quietly and submissively. He had taken me completely, coming in my virgin mouth; I had not stopped him, had become naked at his instruction, had sucked and swallowed. Resistance was gone; only obedience remained. I blushed and looked at the ground as we walked back to the horses.

At dinner the atmosphere lightened, with the aid of some delectable food and excellent wine. The servants were as quiet and attentive as before, then withdrew to a separate building for the night. Jones and I chatted amiably, told a few stories, discussed the college staff, drank some brandy by the fireplace, as if none of the events of the afternoon had taken place. When the grandfather clock chimed nine, he rose and suggested that I sample the brand new bathroom and its unlimited supply of hot water. Since the college offered nothing better than lukewarm ablutions, I eagerly assented.

The bathroom was a delight: gleaming porcelain, spacious, deliciously warm, with enormous thick towels and a massive array of brushes and bath essences. I happily immersed myself in near boiling water and scrubbed myself thoroughly, if only to distract myself from my thoughts. We would not be returning to the college for another day and a half, and I had no means of getting back on my own. Jones was an excellent host and I was grateful for his friendship. Resolutely I refused to think about the immediate future, although I could not completely dismiss the fears about what the night might bring.

A knock sounded on the bathroom door and Jones entered, wearing an expensive dressing gown. His broad chest showed at the opening. Picking up one of the immense, fluffy towels, he told me to get out, that he would dry me. Obediently, pink and fragrant, I stepped nude onto the mat and stood shyly. Jones proceeded to pummel me all over with the thick towel, carefully drying each crevice and corner. He was especially careful at drying my cock and balls, which are small but finely formed. To my chagrin, my cock sprang into erection and jutted out firmly; my testicles tight in their small sack. He looked at me quizzically and cupped them, squeezing delicately; I gasped and shivered in pleasure.

Turning me around, so that I leaned my hands on the vast bathtub rim, he dried my hair and back before proceeding to my bottom. I shivered in anticipation as he drew the fabric between my cheeks, and started fearfully when I felt him touch my most intimate part, my anus. He caressed it in a circular motion, while I almost died of embarrassment.

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Having dipped his fingers in oil, he began to press them into my back passage, first one, then another. I seemed hardly able to breathe and stood frozen as he probed into my soft rectum. I had heard of this practice, but hadn't dreamed it would happen to me. He was not rough so much as persistent, and was evidently well versed in anatomy; as he caressed me inside my secret entrance, a fabulous glow began to form there, and I arched my back spontaneously to admit him farther.

He added a third finger to his penetration and pushed into me, fondling and pleasuring me until a sharp spasm of pain convulsed my bottom. Withdrawing, to my relief, he clasped me by the waist and led me naked to his bed, where he flung off his robe, and lay back on a stack of pillows. His long, thick cock stood vertically with a drop of liquid on the tip. I wanted to please him, so opened my mouth and showed my tongue to him. He smiled and beckoned; I placed myself on hands and knees between his strong spread legs, and inched forward to grip him in my fingers.

That afternoon had taught me a little about what I later learned was termed fellatio. Kneeling between his long strong legs, I licked, sucked and feathered his throbbing cock with my mouth, while caressing it delicately with my fingers. I cupped his heavy balls as he had shown me, and moved my lips and tongue up and down the thick shaft, pleasuring it as delicately and lasciviously as I could. He groaned with appreciation, and I began to hope that he would be satisfied with using my mouth for his enjoyment.

But it was not to be. Reaching out and seizing one of my buttocks, he turned me so that I was facing his feet. I continued to lick and suck him assiduously, but his oiled fingers were again probing my rectum, deeper than before. My own cock was on fire and I took him all the way into my mouth, but he was intent on using me behind. Pulling out of my mouth, tossing several pillows in a pile, he pushed me down so that my groin rested on them and my bottom was in the air.

He kneeled behind me and I quaked as I felt him place the tip of his cock against my trembling entrance. I wriggled and turned in an attempt to escape, but his weight and strength were too much. He pushed steadily forward; there was a brief stab of pain, then his cock was at least a couple of inches into my anus.

For a moment we crouched frozen, my bottom impaled on his cock. The sensation was extraordinary; my passage was painfully filled and stretched, yet a wave of pleasure emanated from the nerves at my entrance. I flinched as he pushed farther into me, then paused; as I relaxed, he moved again. My body was no longer my own; it had been invaded by an alien entity, which began to slide back and forth inside me, filling every inch and moving ever deeper.

Wet, slippery sounds reverberated in my ears as he ploughed my narrow passage. A strained cawing filled the room; I released that it was coming from me. There was nothing I could do or want; I was simply a receptacle of pleasure, a toy for my partner, a soft boneless entity being ravaged and penetrated.

Jones' cock was a remorseless, powerful engine, ploughing my bottom inexorably as I squealed, gasped and pleaded brokenly. It was cruelly invasive, yet also utterly delightful; my rectum was aglow with delicious sensation. I grasped that he was skillfully alternating shallow and deep strokes; the former lit a fire of passion at my anal entrance, while the deeper penetration seemed to impale my very vitals.

A change in Jones' groans betokened the arrival of his release; he began to buck and twist inside me, pushing me into a delirium of ecstasy. His strong hand caressed my prick, and I felt myself approaching a peak of orgasm just as he began to spurt inside me, it seemed in my heart. My own cock exploded, spraying seed all over; the last drops shot out of his cock, feeling like boiling oil inside me; and we slumped down, his weight pinning me to the bed as his cock softened and popped out of me, releasing a sticky gush of liquid.

The full weight of my humiliation and subjugation crashed down on me. I buried my face in the pillow, but Jones was having nothing of this. Slapping my buttock sharply, he instructed me to bring him a drink. Obediently I got up, though I stared at the ground. My anus was sore, and I felt his seed dripping out of the still gaping opening. Placing a hand over the orifice, I brought him his drink, then tried to burrow back under the covers to hide. But he held me and kissed and caressed me, told me how enjoyable it had been, how passionately he felt about me. His soothing words calmed me; I nestled my head against his broad chest, and dropped immediately off to sleep.

We woke at the same time the next morning in a tangle of bedclothes. Almost immediately he took my head and pushed it down to his groin, where he was fully tumescent. Obediently I kissed the tip; he instructed me to take the head into my mouth and suck it while I frigged him. It was not long at all before he came explosively in my mouth, and I swallowed another dose of his come.

It did not occur to me to complain or resist his demands; I was completely dominated by his powerful personality, strong physique, and aura of wealth, and immediately obeyed his requests as skillfully and enthusiastically as I could, though they were more like orders. Though truth to tell, I cannot say I was not finding it enjoyable. For his part he evidently found me appealing, and was keen to probe and penetrate my tender openings at length. My bottom was still a little sore from his energetic plungings, and I was grateful that he wanted only oral service before rising.

The day went pleasantly enough; he was civil, asking me about myself, and quite demonstrably affectionate, frequently kissing and caressing me. Since his demonstrations were almost all sexual, pressing his groin against my bottom, stroking the front of my trousers, or french kissing me, it was clear the weekend's encounters were not yet done. My main concern was to please him. No doubt he would want to take me from behind in the coming night; or could I fellate him so well that he would come in my mouth, rather than my tender ass?

It seemed likely his attentions would continue when we returned to school, and he would come to my bed for me to pleasure him. He was kind to me, careful of my comfort. But I can't say he had much to talk about; nor did he possess a complicated personality. His urges were extremely physical, albeit with a dose of corruption; I shivered as I wondered how I would be used that night. It did not occur to me to resist him; I simply bowed to his strength, and hoped he would find me acceptable. Certainly there was no slackening of his sexual desire.

The day passed much like the first one: relaxation, excellent food, a bracing walk and ride in the beautiful countryside. It was after dinner that the evening's activities commenced. We had bathed; then at a nod and gesture from Jones, I had stripped naked. I was lying across his lap, nude and vulnerable, and we were kissing with increasing passion. He played with my erect cock a little, making me moan gratefully. Then he removed his tongue from my obliging, receptive mouth, and told me he wanted to spank me.

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