Free Riding Crop by Karyn Gerrard Page A

ready to
proceed.” Pan bowed elegantly and disappeared into
shadow.
    Gideon opened the door and slipped in. The
alcove was covered in darkness. A small shelf held numerous pieces
of flannel and a basket underneath. A porcelain bowl of water sat
nearby. Gideon dipped his fingers in, finding it pleasantly warm.
He would give The Riding Crop their due. The den of sin appeared
well equipped, clean and discrete. Various peepholes were drilled
into the wall next to the shelf at various heights. He peered
through the highest hole. Two men sat on a padded bench. They were
young, well built and quite beautiful. He recognized one of the
men. Two weeks ago he fucked the light-haired youth for over an
hour. He really did prefer women, but he did enjoy anal sex, so to
him, all asses were the same. Being in control in every sexual
situation was paramount. He would never allow any man to “back
door” him. He also didn’t mind a man sucking his cock, and had
indulged in the act a few times as well. The debaucheries were all
part of the adventure, reaching for the next thrill, and willing to
try anything just to have a reaction, a stutter of emotion, and a
hitch in his heartbeat. Alas, he’d been stymied for years. Gideon
watched as the two naked men roved their hands over each other.
Exploring muscled biceps, tightly packed pectorals, and the firm,
muscled band around their midsections, the two young men moaned
with desire. Both were fully aroused, and after indulging in a
little cock play, the dark haired man grabbed the blond and bent
him over the bench. Without any preparation or gentleness, the man
rammed his cock into the other’s ass and pumped wildly. This was
the sex Gideon knew and participated in. A rutting beast only out
for his own gratification. The sex was wild and feral, and his cock
thrummed in his trousers, begging for release. He unbuttoned the
flap, his eyes not leaving the carnal scene. Dark rammed wildly,
grabbed Blond’s hair, and pulled his head back. Blond grimaced from
the awkward angle of his head and the pounding of his ass. Gideon
stroked his cock in time with Dark’s thrusts. While what he
observed titillated to a point, the act of wanking his prick seemed
perfunctory. When his release came, he grabbed a flannel and
quickly cleaned himself. The men too, had finished. Re-buttoning
his trousers and wiping his hands in the water, Gideon tossed the
flannel in the basket and quietly left the alcove.
    Entering the next vacant recess, he glanced
through the peephole and was shocked to see the Duke of Glenholm
and his pretty auburn-haired wife, the Duchess Miranda. Gideon
shook his head in disbelief. Now, he had seen everything. Of
course, debauchery ran rampant through the aristocracy. How many
orgies had he attended at various manors and country estates? He
also had a few short-term affairs with the wives of earls and
viscounts with their knowledge. The men were usually off pursuing
their own carnal delights. This seemed surreal, as he had just
attended a ball at His Grace’s London townhouse not one month past
where everything was in strict propriety and proper
society.
    What manner of perversity would His Grace and
the duchess perform? He watched as Glenholm slowly and reverently
undressed his wife, laying affectionate kisses on her bared
shoulders. Layers were removed and tossed aside. The duchess looked
rather non-descript and her body adequate for a woman who had three
children and approached forty years of age. The duke was
surprisingly fit. Good Christ, and hung like a stallion. Gideon was no slouch himself in length and girth, but His Grace had
him beat by a country mile.
    The couple lay on the wide settee and Glenholm
proceeded to make love to his wife. Nothing untoward or sinister in
the act. The duke was very skilled and thorough. He left no part of
his wife’s skin untouched by his hands or lips. The duchess arched
her back in ecstasy as Glenholm’s head disappeared between her
thighs. Gideon