Date: Fri, 10 Apr 2015 23:18:04 -0400
From: sasha steele <sashainatutu@gmail.com>
Subject: Victorian Secrets Two by Sasha Steele

   VICTORIAN SECRETS TWO
   Dorian and the Wood Cutter
   by Sasha Steele

   Victoria had laid late in her bed when finally her mother came to rouse
her. The daughter raised her arms to her head as she stretched her back.

   "I was dreaming of Dorian," Victoria yawned.

   "That my dear is quite obvious," Victoria's mother said, noting that her
daughter was in a state of full arousal. "We can not have you sit to
breakfast in such a state as this, now can we."

   Her mother drew the bed sheets to the side exposing Victoria's
prodigious erection and took it in hand. Victoria drew air through her
teeth and shuddered at her mother's touch. Slowly Victoria's mother began
to masturbate her daughter by gently drawing her hand up and down the long
thick shaft of Victoria's magnificent cock.

   Victoria reacted to her mothers ministrations with audible sighs brought
fourth through heavy breathes. As the motion of her mother's hand quickened
so too did Victoria's sighing breathes until at a climax she arched her
back and with a loud cry of passion her semen erupted in abundant globules
that vaulted upward then splattered over her night dress.

   "To the bath with you," Victoria's mother commanded.

   In compliance Victoria dragged herself from the comfort of her bed in
order for an entourage of hand-maids to attend to her toiletries. Then
began the long process of having herself bathed and dressed until finally,
looking resplendent in a blue dress with white trimmings, she arrived to
breakfast with her mother. By that time most of the guests had taken their
leave and all the remaining gentlemen were off on a fox hunt.

   The revelations of the night before occupied Dorian's thoughts.
Admonished by his father that he must perform his manly duties Dorian had
retired early. Nearing a state of drunkenness and in great need to relieve
himself Dorian entered his apartment with a hand clenched to the penis
pouch in his trousers, wet as that pouch was due to he, whilst en route to
his apartment, having leaked a potion of his bladder's b urdon into it.

   Immediately upon entering his apartment Dorian bade his valet to fetch a
chamber pot and foregoing removal of his trousers, there being no choice in
it, did spread his legs and peed heavily through his clothing into the pot
held up to him by a valet. Then Dorian's valets undressed him, removing
first his outer coat and waist coat then trousers and wet
pantalettes. Then, as directed, fetched His Lordship's toilet.

   Even as Dorian moved his bowels he brooded his fate. Fair though
Victoria be, she remained no less a *she* and he had no desire of
it. Dorian brooded as a valet cleaned his back side and he brooded as he
sat by fire. He brooded until that fateful moment when his wife-to-be
revealed herself to him and Dorian saw she was not a she but a he, replete
with exceptional male genitalia.

   The thought of how Victory had used her cock in seducing him haunted
Dorian. And so Dorian had been troubled late into the night by a stiffness
in his own cock. He had been troubled with it on the morrow whilst valets
attended him. It troubled him further through breakfast and again now, as
he rode through the country side while on the hunt. His mind thus not on
the hunt Dorian had wondered off the trail. His arousal along with a
growing need to relieve himself caused Dorian to bring his steed to a halt
and dismount.

   For the hunt Dorian's dress was of the equestrian vogue as befitting the
pampered life style of the aristocracy. His silk pantalettes were much as
he had worn the night before, as was his under shirt and the white hosiery
set with garters above his knees. Around his middle, to lend support while
in the saddle, was a ribbed satin girdle drawn taught to his middle by silk
draw strings tied with a bow in back.

  Dorian's bright white riding breaches were a snug fit with a commodious
penis pouch.  Tied at the waist in back of him the legs of the breaches
terminated with their full length below the knees and were covered there by
brilliantly polished black riding boots. The boots fit slightly lower in
back with raised knee pads forward and boasted four inch heels.  The white
blouse was simple, hooked in back with a short upstanding collar.  Dorian's
cravat too was a simple tearing with no lace.

   The bright red equestrian styled coat fitted to Dorian was buttoned from
waist to chest.  Its tail had large pleated folds in the rear that rode
down just below His Lordship's buttock so as not to catch whilst he sat in
the saddle. The coat's lapels, collar and cuffs were brushed black
velvet. Black too, were the row of many buttons up the breast of the red
coat, as were the two larger buttons in back above the pleating.

   A black cap with a shortened front brim, large button at its apex and an
ornate black bow in back sat on Dorian's head. His long black hair was
drawn back in a braid that hung down his back tied there with a black
velvet ribbon. Small black pear ear rings, red lip paint and tight black
leather gloves completed Dorian's androgynous style equestrian
ensemble. And so dressed, ready for the hunt was His Lordship.

   With no valet to his aid Dorian suffered not the incomprehensible task
of extracting himself from the confines of his intricate apparel. Opting
instead, which was the way of it on the hunt, to urinate through the pouch
of both pantalettes and riding breaches. In so doing Dorian spread his his
legs and with hands on knees released his bladder.

   Having heard Dorian's steed rear and then come to a halt the wood cutter
stayed his axe and entered a stand of brush to explore, should perhaps his
aid be required. And there, as he neared the brush's edge the wood cutter
glimpsed Dorian in his squatted stance with head bowed in watch of his own
his micturation. The wood cutter stopped dead in his tracks and waited in
silence while His Lordship relieved himself.

   Sensing the wood cutter's presence as his flow abated Dorian shouted.
"Who goes there? Show thy self!"

   Reluctantly the wood cutter stepped into the open. He was shirtless. His
massive muscles glistened in the bright sun light with the sweat of his
labours upon his skin.

   "Forgive me My Lord," begged the wood cutter. "I wished not to disturb
His Lordship whist he relieved himself."

   "Yet you watch as I did so. Come to me."

   The wood cutter bowed to his master and came hither, as he was so bid.
Dorian regarded the man. His musculature was indeed formidable, his brown
hair matted with sweat and the cause of his reluctance to show himself
plainly evident in the bulking protuberance front side of his course-spun
earthen tone trousers.

   "Who then might you be?" Dorian asked.

   "I am My Lord's wood cutter," he answered.

   "Awe yes, your physique tells it so. I shall see the whole of it then."

   Dorian made a gesture with his finger indicating he wished the wood
cutter to turn a circle in order that His Lordship may assess him. The wood
cutter did as his he was bid and Dorian took note of the man's well muscled
upper portion.

   "Off with your trousers," Dorian commanded.

   Again the wood cutter complied and there he stood naked, excepting for
his wood cutter's boots, to His Lordship's view. Dorian circled the wood
cutter in scrutiny of the man. And though his head be bowed to His
Lordship, as Dorian went on with his inspection, the wood cutter took note
of the grand tenting in the pouch of the white riding britches, which
through His Lordship had just presently urinated.

   "I say thou art a brute," Dorian remarked in his approval.

   Then, whilst still in back of the brute, Dorian took notion to smack him
on the rump with his riding crop causing the wood cutter a start.

   "Solid as stone be thee," Dorian observed as he stepped again to the
font of the wood cutter.

   Dorian removed his riding cap and set it to the ground. He took off his
black gloves and dropped them, along with the riding crop, to the ground as
well.  Dorian then took the man's stiff cock in a genteel grip, which
caused the wood cutter a shudder.

   "And this too be solid as stone," Dorian rejoined.

   The young Lord then went to his knees and there, set upon the knee pads
of his high boots, he took the wood cutter's crude brutish cock into his
mouth. The wood cutter was flabbergast with such a turn of events. Here was
the son of an affluent Duke, a cultured Lord of considerable gentility, on
his knees with the hard cock of one such he in his mouth. The wood cutter
dare not move should he perturb His Lordship whilst in the throws of his
ministration.

   In a succinct span of time Dorian removed the wood cutter's cock from
his mouth. He lifted a hand for the wood cutter to take in order that he
may assist His Lordship to his feet.

   "Come," Dorian commanded of the wood cutter.

   They followed around the out cropping of brush to the wood cutter's
modest stone cottage. Once inside Dorian charged the naked wood cutter with
the removal of His Lordship's equestrian habiliments. With as much care as
one for whom the intricacy of such a practice is foreign the wood cutter
undid the long row of buttons on front Dorian's red coat. Thus loosed
Dorian turned about and the wood cutter slipped the coat from His
Lordship's shoulders and laid it across the bar at the end of his bed.
Whilst Dorian remained with his back to him, the wood cutter undid the
ribbon bow to the cravat around His Lordship's neck. Then he set about the
task of unhooking the many pearl clasps that ran the length of the silk
blouse's back.

   Dorian turned to face the wood cutter. He leaned back against the bed
rail and lifted first one leg, then the other so that his high boots may be
pulled off. He then stood in his stocking feet and turned his back once
again to the wood cutter who then loosed the tie strings at back of
Dorian's white pee stained riding britches and with trembling hands drew
them over His Lordship's fleshy derriere and set them draped across the bed
bar along with the other items of clothing thus far removed. Dorian's back
still to him the wood cutter removed the silk ties that had bound the
girdle so tightly to His Lordship's waist. Opened completely, as it now
was, Dorian removed the girdle and placed it on the bed.

   He then turned back to face the wood cutter. The wood cutters eyes fell
upon His Lordship's white satin pantalettes, snug in their fit with the
wide elegantly embroidered band at his trim waist and lace edging at the
leg ends near mid thigh where they terminated a few inches above the
garters that held up his white stockings. And presently, there stood before
the wood cutter was this comely Lord in not but his undergarments.

   The wood cutter marveled at the sight of His Lordship's effeminate
lingerie. Never had he seen such elegant raiments as these. Never had his
callused hands touched such finery as his Lord had allowed they should
touch. Never did a maiden the wood cutter had here to before encountered
worn such delicate vestments as these that His Lordship wore. In truth this
young Lord was by far fairer than any maiden the wood cutter had ever laid
with.

   The wood cutter beheld the tenting in the pantalettes of His Lordship's
damp penis pouch and the dark wet spot there upon at its apex caused by
seepage from His Lordship's quivering erection that had not abated since
first he had laid eyes on the wood cutter. And so too did the wood cutter's
hard cock ache in want of His Lordship. The wood cutter then knelt as he
withdrew these fine pantalettes from His Lordship and placed those too on
the bed rail. And so it was that with but few instructions the rough
stropped wood cutter had succeeded in undressing a delicate Lord to the
point where he was rendered naked, save his pretty undershirt and
stalkings.

    Dorian brought the wood cutter from his knees and spoke lustfully. "I
will have your cock inside of me," said he. Yet again did His Lordship then
turn his backside to the man and parting his legs he leaned himself forward
with hands placed upon the bed rail where lay all his fine apparel. Looking
back to him Dorian said, "take me now wood cutter, for I am thine."

   And so the wood cutter inserted his hard cock into His Lordship's anus
and fucked him mightily. The wood cutter's muscles wreathed with the power
of his motions and they glistened with the sweat wicked upon them. The wood
cutter should perhaps have wondered if the power in his thrusts may be the
cause of distress for the beautiful young Lord. But in the throws of his
passion he did not. And in a span of time, when the wood cutter had reached
the apex of ecstasy, there erupted from his cock a volatile discharge deep
inside the moist sanctum of Lord Dorian's rectum.

   Dorian stood and turn to face the wood cutter. Placed his hands upon the
wood cutter's broad shoulders so as to direct him down upon his
knees. Dorian inserted his throbbing cock into the man's mouth and the wood
cutter accepted it wantonly. With hands clasped to the sides of the wood
cutter's head Dorian did fuck his mouth as mercilessly as had the wood
cutter fucked Dorian's back side. When Dorian had reached his climax he
withdrew his cock and with his free hand pushing back against the wood
cutter's forehead

masturbated into his open mouth. And then, whilst remaining hard of cock,
the wood cutter's Lord and Master did urinate upon him.

   After the wood cutter had painstakingly redressed him Dorian took his
leave. Dorian set his black riding cap on his head. He then allowed the
wood cutter to assist in pulling on his gloves and aid him in the mounting
of his great white steed.

   "You will speak of this to no one," Dorian admonished.

   The wood cutter bowed. "As you wish My Lord," he replied.

   With that Dorian reared his horse and galloped away leaving the wood
cutter with a sense of longing that cut to the pit of his stomach.

   The End