Stonehenge 3

By Pueros

Chapter 3 - Threesomes

(The Great Bog, Salisbury Plain, England, April 1850 B.C.)

Bladud’s resistance to the gentle manual attentions being paid to his upper legs by both Boudda and Aethel was pitiful for two reasons. First, he did owe a debt of gratitude to the twins for rescuing him not only from the ooze of the great bog but also from his pursuers. The latter, after recapturing the young escapee with the aid of their hunting dogs, would have returned him to Stonehenge for undoubted awful punishment, prior to later emasculation into the priesthood at the altar of the great temple. Second, the desires of his loins, embarrassingly displayed earlier when he sported a fulsome erection in front of the girl, not only remained unrequited but had been reactivated by the pleasurable handling the 15 years olds were performing. It was therefore no surprise when the 13 years old compliantly allowed his clean borrowed tunic to be slipped off his delicious body for his renewed genital excitement to be exhibited once more.

“Lay back, do nothing, just enjoy!” were Boudda’s persuasive instructions as her hand, and those of her brother, now encouraged the boy to adopt the required position on the clean fresh bedding her sibling had readied previously. The discarded tunic of the twins’ guest, now on the floor of the warm comfortable roundhouse, illuminated only by the flickering flames of the central fire, was soon joined by those of the hosts. The naked 13 years old now found himself flanked by a pair of nude 15 years old of both sexes, who were running their hands all over his delectable young form.

Bladud noticed that Aethel’s smooth hairless cock, much bigger than his own and crowned above with a small fair hirsute tuft, was also hard. This helped him to overcome his inhibitions and instead just lay back to enjoy the twins’ careful fondling, which was becoming increasingly delightful, causing the 13 years old to begin moaning quietly in pleasure. Meanwhile, his own penis grew to a throbbing size he had not previously known.

Lips eventually sought out those of Bladud, who had closed his sensuous eyes in his reverie of sexual pleasure. Again, the boy did not resist the intrusion and a long bout of passionate kissing took place, without the 13 years old knowing whether the other slightly older mouth resting against his, or the tongue exploring his oral cavity, was male or female. He simply did not care, as the seemingly well practised exploration of his body by four hands continued relentlessly, frequently paying particular attention to his smooth genitalia.

The original lips were then withdrawn to be replaced by others and again Bladud did not bother to open his eyes to see who his latest paramour was, being simply too intent on enjoyment to be bothered with a quest for knowledge. The manual handling continued remorselessly, frequently skilfully bringing the boy to the brink of obvious orgasm before carefully letting his passion subside a little.

Bladud had never experienced such delight previously and was therefore very disappointed when the activity eventually game to a halt. The 13 years old opened his eyes to find that Boudda’s lovely face was just above his own.

Boudda’s blue eyes looked down into Bladud’s brown, now glazed with lust. She quietly announced, whilst gently running a hand across one of the boy’s rosy cheeks, “Aethel would like his reward first. I’m afraid that it might hurt a little at the start but, don’t worry, it’ll soon turn to enjoyment and, afterwards, you can give me my reward, which will only provide you with pleasure!” The 13 years old briefly wondered how the girl knew that the former event would initially produce some pain but then quickly dismissed the question from his mind when the answer dawned.

Although a virgin priestling, Bladud was not naïve about matters of the flesh and fully appreciated the ways in which the twins wanted to be rewarded for his salvation. The boy did not particularly want to be the subject of sodomy but his current gratitude at his apparent successful escape from either death or awful atonement and possibly fatal emasculation, along with his present unsatisfied needs, caused him to turn over and splay his legs obediently without further ado. As the 13 years old made this manoeuvre, he had to be careful not to harm his erection, now oozing precum, by squashing it on the bedding. He therefore gave some careful attention to repositioning his hard penis, pointing it downwards, before completing his bodily movement.

Bladud’s unexpectedly rapid response to Boudda’s request made the girl at first wonder whether the boy was accustomed to being buggered. However, as she prised apart his bumcheeks in order to begin to grease his pink sphincter and rectum carefully, with material from a nearby pot and in readiness for her keen brother, the 15 years old was able to confirm the 13 years old’s maintained purity in this particular part of his anatomy. She therefore commanded her sibling, substantial cock at its fullest size in eager anticipation of the delightful reward to come, “Go easy. He’s a virgin!”

The attentions of Boudda’s forefinger, cautiously inserted inside him to prepare his rectum for the imminent large invader, caused the boy’s low moans of delight to resume and the dribble of precum from his cock, clearly visible on the bedding between his splayed legs, to become greater. The girl then stroked the magnificently rotund orbs of Bladud’s buttocks briefly, causing the 13 years old’s groaning to become more audible, before removing her hands to allow her brother access to the now readied young guest. It did not take long for the now desperate young male host to take up position, straddling the inviting posterior curvature. However, Aethel’s subsequent enthusiastic progress into the escaped priestling was tempered by a hard smack across his own bottom. “Don’t forget, go easy,” his sister reminded, “he’s a virgin!”

Boudda knew that her beloved twin would want to try to keep Bladud’s hurt to a minimum but she also knew, from experience, that sometimes his fervent passion could overcome such good intent. She was determined not to permit this to happen now and was pleased to observe that her brother had seemingly taken the hint. He was lowering himself downwards very slowly and with great deliberation, painful remembrance of this requirement evidenced by a red hand-mark on his own very pleasant right buttock.

Bladud felt Aethel’s cockhead, damp with precum, gently pressing against his sphincter, seeking entry. The 13 years old, keen to satisfy this particular reward as quickly as possible, tried to help by pulling sideways at his bumcheeks but his anal opening maintained its resistance to the would-be intruder. The 15 years old, wary of Boudda’s instruction and not wanting another smack, was struggling with his attempt at deflowerment without causing too much distress, when suddenly his sister literally gave a hand to assist progress.

Aethel felt Boudda’s fingers grasp his cockhead to point the desperate projectile directly at the centre of Bladud’s sphincter, whilst suggesting “Push now but with care!” The girl’s intervention worked by directing her brother’s efforts more accurately and soon, after a low yelp from the recipient, the 15 years old’s cock slowly slid inside the 13 years old.

Bladud quickly felt the whole of Aethel’s smooth and magnificent body resting on top of him, with a large throbbing invader, which had induced much pain, filling his rectum. However, the 15 years old did not begin his thrusting of the deflowered 13 years old aperture straight away, as he was again being reminded by Boudda “Go easy!” The female twin was relaying this suggestion whilst now stroking the male twin’s lustrous posterior, just before making her own intrusion, with two wiggling fingers, into his insides.

Boudda was still manually teasing her brother when Aethel eventually decided he could wait no longer, as his twin would soon bring him to climax inside Bladud without any effort on his own part. He therefore whispered into the 13 years old’s ear to ask “Are you ready?” Having secured an affirmative reply, the 15 years old then carefully withdrew his erection towards the anal entrance of the escapee priestling before gently reinserting the throbbing member and repeating the action, thereafter gradually building up a considerate momentum.

Boudda’s promise to Bladud that the initial pain from his deflowerment would transform to enjoyment now materialised, as his rectum became more accustomed to the size of the cock filling it and the tickling of his prostrate gathered pace. The girl smiled when she again heard the 13 years old’s moans of pleasure, and saw the look of anguish on his face transmute to one of delight, as her careful supervision of her brother brought their young host his own reward for sacrificing his anal virginity. Meanwhile, she maintained her own presence inside her twin.

The mixture of penile and anal pleasure, induced by Bladud and Boudda respectively, soon engendered Aethel’s own groaning as he was brought towards climax. The boy did not want the immeasurably pleasant sensations flowing through his superb young body to end but this desire was overruled by the needs of his genitalia to explode their contents into the now willing young recipient, almost delirious in his own sexual reverie. The 15 years old soon found himself screaming “Yesssssssss!”, as his cock flooded the insides of the 13 years old with many spurts of creamy white fluid.

Aethel then collapsed on top of Bladud in satiated exhaustion, a position that he was unable to occupy for long as Boudda again tapped his bottom, although this time without causing anguish, and announced, politely with sisterly friendliness, “You’ve had your fun and it’s now my turn. So please move!”

Aethel reluctantly complied as, after a little recovery time, he was sure that he would be capable of enjoying himself with Bladud again. However, his sister, whom he loved dearly in all senses, was right, as it was her turn to experience the delights of their young guest’s body.

After Aethel had moved, Boudda now used a cloth to mop up the spilt cum and grease in Bladud’s bumcrack, causing his still hard penis to add yet more precum to a fairly substantial pool that had formed on the bedding just below his cockhead. She then tapped the boy’s sublime bottom, as she had just done to her brother, and declared “Now, young priestling, it’s time to do some work in order to enjoy your first woman!”

Bladud had recovered sufficiently from the strange mix of pain and pleasure he had just experienced during his deflowerment to appreciate the command and so turned over. As he did so, Boudda lay on the bedding beside him and spayed her legs. She then looked again at the boy’s beautiful face and into his lovely brown eyes before enquiring with a smile “What are you waiting for?”

Bladud looked at Boudda’s wondrous shape next to him, at the magnificent sight of her sublime slim form, the highlights of which were her still developing but nevertheless impressively rotund breasts and her little patch of golden pubic hair. The boy and his cock, hardening even more, needed no further invitation and he soon found himself kneeling between the girl’s legs. The 13 years old, completely forgetting the discomfort in his rectum, now used his right hand to direct his own throbbing erection towards a bodily orifice, this time of a vaginal kind, whilst slowly lowering himself downwards. Meanwhile, the observing Aethel’s own penis had risen again and so he started to rub it whilst he watched his sister and his new young friend make love.

Bladud had often dreamed of laying with a female but, given his supposed destiny to be an emasculated priest, alive or dead, in the great temple, never believed that it would ever come true. The boy therefore conveyed a silent prayer of thanks to the gods of his own people as his cockhead entered Boudda and he began delectable copulation with the delicious girl.

The lips of Bladud and Boudda met again and soon tongues were exploring each other’s mouths. The boy needed his left hand to sustain his weight as he thrust in and out of the girl, with an erection pleasantly substantial for a 13 years old and certainly one that provided the recipient with considerable enjoyment. Meanwhile, he used his right hand to explore the orbs of the girl’s breasts whilst she reciprocated by fondling his lustrous bottom.

The whole sight was enentually too much for Aethel and his re-hardened re-energised penis. The 15 years old remounted the 13 years old from behind, but Bladud was too occupied in achieving his own sexual objective to complain or even be bothered, especially as the additional sensation now only created further rapture.

The threesome were eventually completely lost in their own worlds of ecstatic pleasure, a situation that unfortunately did not linger for too long as intense orgasmic gratification was almost simultaneously now enjoined by all. Boudda experienced multiple orgasm as both her vagina and clitoris were entertained by Bladud’s rampant genitalia, which in turn were being stimulated from both the front and the back. The boy quickly followed, in response to his obvious success in bringing the girl to euphoric climaxes, by beginning his own to impregnate her with much semen. At the same time, Aethel again flooded the young priestling’s insides with yet more of his reproductive elixir.

Afterwards, Aethel collapsed onto Bladud, who in turn fell onto Boudda. However, the girl, recovering from receiving her enchanting reward and becoming aware of the substantial weight on top of her, eventually suggested politely but successfully, and with a sweet giggle, that the threesome, still joined by intruding but now softening male members, should separate.

Boudda subsequently supervised the tidying up of three young bodies, including applying some soothing salve to Bladud’s anus, and the dishevelled bedding, stained with spilt precum and cum, before preparing some supper. No-one commented that all three chose not to redress in their tunics but instead remain naked. No-one also later remarked when only one of the three beds was occupied that night.

Over the next few days, Bladud knew that he had to make a very awkward decision. Should he accept the kind invitation proffered by Boudda and Aethel to live permanently with them on their secret little island, being very well cared for and enjoying good companionship and much sexual passion, or move on? The boy eventually reluctantly concluded that the latter was the better, safer option for all concerned. The great bog was simply too close to the great temple and, if he was somehow found to be with the twins, the repercussions for the threesome would be very unpleasant.

It was therefore with heavy hearts that, a week after his escape from Stonehenge, Boudda and Aethel led Bladud to the southern edge of the great bog, where beyond everywhere should now be safe after such a time lapse, so that the escapee priestling could continue his flight. The twins had tried their best to dissuade the boy from his course of action but he was adamant that he would not endanger their wellbeing, despite their willingness to take the risk.

Boudda had dyed Bladud’s tunic to disguise its origin. The garment was now a dark brown instead of being a bright red. She and her brother had also provided him with a fleece coat to protect him from cold and a large leather satchel with all the provisions he possibly could carry in it. They also gave him a knife for protection.

The threesome stood in the shrubbery cover on the edge of the great bog as they made their tearful farewells, Boudda and Aethel also making one last desperate entreaty to Bladud to stay. The boy almost succumbed until he remembered what the people at the great temple would do to the twins if they ever discovered that the pair had been hiding him. The selfless and brave 13 years old therefore maintained his stance.

“May your gods go with you and protect you,” Boudda wished between sobs. “May they give you a long, prosperous and happy life, with a good wife and many children,” she continued, whilst hinting at the future she had actually hoped to enjoy herself with the escapee priestling. Aethel was too broken-hearted to say anything, his crying and tears so fulsome. The two boys therefore just hugged each other for a long time after Bladud had expressed similar heart-rendering wishes for the twins’ future after hearing the girl’s declaration.

Finally, Bladud turned to Boudda and gave her a lingering embrace too, this time accompanied by a kiss, before gently encouraging her to release her desperate grasp on him. The boy wiped his own tears from his face, as he turned to begin his journey south across the plain. He had not advanced very far when he turned to look at the foliage from which he had just emerged. The partly hidden twins were still present. Their faces were still lachrymose but they now had their arms resting across each other’s shoulders, as they despaired at the sight of the departure of the boy whose pleasant personality and superb body had brought so much happiness to their otherwise rather bleak lonely lives over the past week.

Bladud waved and received the same response. The boy so much wanted to run back to them and say that he had changed his mind. However, the recurring thought about the appalling consequences of discovery still invaded his consciousness and so he continued his lonely advance across the plain, towards unknown lands and an uncertain future. When the 13 years old eventually turned again, he still saw from a distance the two sad 15 years old faces looking at him. It was only when he crossed the brow of a gentle incline that not only did the beautiful twin visages disappear from view but also the great bog itself.

It was early morning and Bladud was intent on making as much progress as possible in daylight. He was planning to walk to the great sea, somewhere he had never seen, but with no particular purpose in mind after reaching that particular destination, which he knew would take several days to attain at least. The boy hoped that, by the time the first part of his journey was over, he would have formulated a better strategy as to what he should then do. However, his scheme, as well as his march, was quickly endangered when he suddenly heard the ominous distant sound of barking dogs, coming ever closer.

Bladud began running in a continued southerly direction. If these were the hunting dogs of the people who controlled Stonehenge, somehow still looking for him, the boy had no intention of returning to the northerly protective cover of the great bog because that might put Boudda and Aethel in peril. However, the 13 years old’s sprint was slowed by the weight he was carrying. A trio of large fierce growling hounds, jaws drooling copious phlegm and revealing vicious sharp teeth, not only soon overtook him but also brought his progress to an abrupt halt by surrounding him menacingly, in a well-trained triangular formation.

Bladud considered using his knife in an attack on the beasts but he swiftly dismissed the notion when the animal threesome was quickly joined by a human threesome mounted on a threesome of horses. The petrified boy noticed that one of the riders was a priest from the great temple, who would recognise him despite the change of colour to his tunic. The tremulous 13 years old suddenly began to appreciate that Boudda would not only be the first female whom he would enjoy but also his last, even if he survived his now undoubted terrible atonement for his attempted flight from gelding and entry into the priesthood at Stonehenge.

(To be continued in chapter 4 – ‘Atonement’)