December in Britain is the start of the Pantomime season, when most theatres have a musical play based on one of several fairy stories. This is a new version of one of our favourites, but with several new twists. Before reading, you need to know that the name Proinsius is a genuine old Irish name which is pronounced "Prinshus".
The exercise is very much tongue-in-cheek but I hope you enjoy it. The usual copyright rules apply, and all comments are welcome as usual.
ASHLEY OF THE ASHES
Life at home was poor but loving. My father, widowed when I was an infant, worked hard to keep us together, paying baby sitters to look after me while he earned enough to feed us.
All of that changed when I was seventeen, my father met a divorcee with two sons older than me and fell in love with her. They married soon after meeting and she and her sons came to live with us. Immediately my life changed for the worse, becoming no more than an unpaid servant and general dog's-body to them all. My step-mother insisted that I do all the housework while her two sons, Bert and Barry, made me run after them, washing and ironing their clothes, preparing their meals etc. They moved into my bedroom, and when their big bed was installed there was only room for a small cot for me to sleep on.
I had one friend, an older boy who lived nearby, called Zipper, who treated me like a human being. Sometimes when I was finished my chores and my wicked step-brothers were out for the evening, I would go to Zipper's house and he would fill a big hot bath for me (at home there was never enough hot water and I was always last in line) and would let me soak in luxury. He would help wash me, taking a big soapy flannel and rubbing it over my chest and back. He paid particular attention to my cock and balls and to my arse, telling me I had to get them really clean and using his hand to clean me. He would get soap on his fingers and stick them into my arse while lathering my cock until I had a really great climax. Sometimes he would come into the bath with me and let me clean him too. To test if our cocks were clean enough, we would lick and suck on each other to make sure that the sweat and smells were all gone. I liked doing that because we would both shoot our spunk into each other's mouth and have to start washing all over again.
One night when I was home alone, I had cleaned the house, left out some supper and finally went to bed. I seemed to be asleep for a very short time when my step-brothers came home after drinking all evening, and making a lot of noise.
Bert, who is about 5'10, hairy and built like a rugby player was moaning because he had spent all evening chatting up a girl and buying her drink, and at the end she said goodnight and left him standing with a hard-on. Barry, who is 6'4 and very slim was sympathizing, saying, "Well, the least she could have done was give you a blow-job". "I know", said Bert", Look at this, how will I ever get to sleep tonight with this thing" and pulled his dick out. It was about 7" long but it was really thick like my wrist and it was a deep purple colour.
"Well", said Barry, "It looks like you will have to have a good wank at that before it goes down". "I don't suppose you fancy giving me a hand, do you?" said Bert. "No way", replied Barry, last time I did that for you, you ended up trying to fuck me. Get Ashes there to do it for you". I should explain that my name is Ashley, but because my first duty in the morning is to clean out the fires and get them lit, they quickly nicknamed me "Ashes".
Bert looked over at me and smiled his horrible smile at me and said "Get over here, Ashes; I've got a nice surprise for you". I was slow at moving so Barry grabbed me by the hair and dragged me over to Bert and let me drop in front of him.
"Open wide, Ashes, your big brother is going to feed you something nice", he said, grabbing the front of my hair making me yell. As soon as I opened my mouth he shoved his cock right in, making me gag and choke and causing him to laugh. At first it was horrible, it wasn't all clean and nice like Zipper's, it was smelly and sticky and tasted like sour milk, but gradually I got used to the taste and smell and started liking it. His cock was banging against the back of my throat as he battered into me, and he said "The little fucker's throat is too small for my big dick, see what you can do, Barry"
Barry pulled out his cock then, it was thinner than Bert's but well over 8" long. Bert pulled out of me and Barry was in before I could close my lips. He rammed his cock into me hard and on the third attempt it slid right down my throat. I was so startled I coughed and pulled back, but Bert was standing behind me and pushed me back onto Barry's dick before I could breathe. Slowly I figured how to suck and breathe at the same time and began to enjoy this new game.
Well, Fuck me", said Bert, "Look at that, the little fucker has got a hard on, seems like he's enjoying it". He reached between my legs and grabbed my cock and balls and pulled hard, forcing me onto my feet. I kept sucking on Barry but Bert was, for some reason sucking his own fingers: next thing I knew he was running his finger around my arsehole and pushing his finger in. "Tight little cunt-hole here", he said to Barry, "you might need to open this up too".
Barry pulled out of my mouth leaving me feel very empty and moved behind me with his cock in his hand. "No sooner said than done, brother", he said and pushed his wet dick right into my arse. This made me scream but Bert immediately stuck his thick cock back in my mouth, and this time it went all the way in. My hole and my throat were both on fire, I felt as if their cocks were meeting in my middle as they roughly pushed and pulled their dicks into me. As Bert's big thick dick head slipped in and out of my throat, Barry's long dick was sliding all the way in and out of my little arse. My own dick was rigid and jumping and my balls were slapping back and forward and pretty soon I was ready to shoot. As I neared my climax my arse started twitching and my throat began to open and close as I gasped for breath.
"The little fuck bag is hot", said Barry, I can't hold back". "Neither can I", said Bert as they both rammed me with greater enthusiasm so that as I shot the biggest load of my life I felt Barry's dick swell and pump into me at the same time as Bert's cock head swelled in my throat and began to cum. After two spurts he pulled back giving me three more into my mouth then withdrew so that the last three splashed over my face.
They then made me lick them both clean then pushed me towards my cot and told me to get some sleep; they would need an extra-big breakfast in the morning.
The next night they went out again so when the came home I pretended to be asleep, although deep inside I was excited that they might attack me again. I listened as they got ready for bed, Bert was in a bad mood because Barry had found a wiling woman and he hadn't. They stripped and got into bed without acknowledging me but once they were settled, Bert shouted out "Oi, Cumbag, get your arse over here".
In fear mixed with stimulation I went over and climbed in beside my step-brothers, Barry grabbing me and pulling me over him and putting me in the middle. Bert didn't even pause, he wet his fingers, sticking one then two right into my arse which was still sore from last night, and then he took them out and put his great thick cock against me. Before I could prepare myself he pushed his apple-sized dick head into me. When Barry did this it was painful, this was excruciating. He clamped his big coarse hand over my mouth and said, "Shut the little bastard up, Barry". Barry pulled me forward and stuck his cock into my mouth before I could scream any more. It was really dirty and sticky, and tasted differently from last night; I suppose I was tasting the woman he had fucked. Bert began pushing his big cock into me 'til he was embedded in me then began pulling back. This time it took a lot longer for me to get used to what was happening but eventually I began to feel the warmth and pleasure I had felt last night. Meantime Barry was fucking my mouth, my throat, maybe even my stomach. This time they were quicker but they both shot together, making me shoot too.
Again I licked them clean and went to leave the bed, but Barry grabbed my arm and said "Sleep there, we may need you during the night.
In the past, if one of them needed to pee they would throw a shoe or something at my bed and make me go fetch a piss-pot, so I wasn't surprised when Bert shook me roughly and told me to fetch the pot for him, but Barry, wakened by Bert shouting at me, said, "Why bother with the piss pot, we've got one here". Bert laughed, pulled my head down and aimed his dick at my mouth. "I hope you are thirsty, Ashes, because if you spill any of this on our bed I'll beat you to death. I opened wide and he started pissing even before his cock was in my mouth. I gulped and swallowed as fast as I could, choking on the warm salty liquid, and when I thought I couldn't take any more he slowed down to a stream easier for me to deal with.
So this became my new life, during the day they treated me as badly as before, and at night I slept in their bed getting fucked, sucking dick and drinking piss whenever my step-brothers felt like it. Sometimes I would fall asleep only to be wakened by the feeling of a cock in my arse. One evening they surprised both me and my father by announcing that they had decided to take me out with them "to give me a night off from my chores". I had nothing decent to wear but they said that didn't matter, they just wanted to give me a good time to thank me for all I did for them. I put on my best clothes (a suit of Barry's that my step-mother had cut down for me), and we set off into town. They took me to a part of town I didn't know to a large building and we went to the top floor. It was a large empty store room where seven of their friends were waiting. Barry turned to me and said "Get your clothes off", and Bert shouted "Here you are boys, the best fuck you will ever have, just like I promised. One after the other they fucked me, nine cocks including my brothers, and some took a second turn, either in my arse or in my mouth while others just shot a load over my face and body. At the end of the night I couldn't walk, my body was covered in dried cum and more was running out of my arse and down my legs. My brothers collected money from each of the guys then threw an old rough blanket around me and Bert carried me home over his shoulders. At home they threw me in a bath and told me to get cleaned up and go to bed; I had to be up at my usual time.
A few months later there was great excitement in the town, the factory owner that my father and most of the townspeople worked for was holding a big dinner-dance to celebrate his son's twenty-first birthday, and every employee was invited along with his family. Within days five invitations came to the house, but at the first chance my step-mother pulled me to her and said, "Listen, you dirty little bastard, I know what you have been doing to my beautiful sons and I'm warning you, if you give them a disease I'll kill you with my own hands". She then took one of the invitations and tore it up in front of me and threw it in the fireplace. The fire hadn't been lit so I was able to retrieve it later and stick the pieces together, but I knew I could never go, this would only be a memento of what could be a good time.
As the dance drew nearer I was very depressed, I so much wanted to go, but knew I couldn't. My step-brothers mocked me as they fucked me, chanting "Who isn't going to the dance" as they fucked me, making me feel even worse. One day as I returned from town to collect my step-brothers' new suits, I went into a small bar to have a drink, not wanting to return home. There were a few men in there but one in particular caught my eye, he had his hair dyed blonde and wore make-up and had a diamond earring in each ear: he also wore a diamond ring on each little finger. His clothes were brightly coloured and he walked like a dancer, a female dancer. As I sat there sipping my soft drink he came over and said, "Hello Dear, you look miserable, what is up to make such a handsome young man so sad" I just looked and gaped, no one had ever called me handsome before. Finally I said, "Who are you?" I'm Paul, although my friends call me Pauline, I own this place and I'm a Fairy; now tell your auntie what is troubling you".
I was dumbfounded, I'd never met a fairy before, but soon I was telling him my whole retched story, about how my brothers treated me during the day, missing out what they did to me at night, and finishing by telling him why I couldn't go to the dance. "Well, sweet boy, we'll have to do something about that. Meet me here at 2 o'clock tomorrow and we will fix this.
The next day, with great difficulty, I managed to get away and go to the bar, it was called "The Pink Wand" which I didn't understand, and met Paul (but he insisted I call him Pauline, which I thought really funny).
He took me to various shops where he knew the owners and began trying clothes on me. These were not the usual clothes I wore, but the best designer labels, things I couldn't afford even if I had a job. When he had me in a beautiful suit with shirt and tie and a pair of shoes that felt like they were made for me he announced to the owners that he wanted to borrow them for a couple of days. He then selected a pair of expensive sunglasses and a pair of very sexy underwear: "My present to you, sweet thing" he said and took me back to the bar. He gave me a card with an address on and told me that on the night of the dance I had to make my way there as soon as everyone left the house.
On the big night I thought they would never leave. Father looked at me sadly; he looked smart in the suit he had bought for his wedding, the only one not to have something new to wear. My step-brothers had a new suit each and my mother was wearing a new dress made for someone twenty years younger and twenty pounds lighter. Finally they left by taxi and I grabbed my new sunglasses and underwear and ran all the way to the address on the card. It turned out to be Paul(ine)s home and he was waiting for me with a hairdresser friend of his. I was hustled into a shower and washed from top to bottom by both men. Like Zipper they paid most attention to cleaning my dick and arse, telling me what a fine handsome man I was and what a beautiful cock I have. I was dried, powdered and perfumed then led to a bedroom where I had my hair cut in the latest style then dressed in my borrowed clothes. I was led to the front door where a brand new black Porsche was sitting waiting with a uniformed chauffeur. "Whatever you do, child", said Paul, " You have to leave by midnight, I have arranged for your family to be delayed until 12.30 to give you time to get home and changed".
With that I was whisked off to The Grand Hotel where the dinner and dance was to take place. As I walked up the red carpeted steps I was aware of people looking at me and as I entered the foyer I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror: I did look good, almost handsome. Not only hadn't I realised that I had grown taller, but all that hard work had developed my body, giving me broader shoulders and a narrow waist. Inside the ballroom I circulated, nodding to people and making small talk until a stranger came over and asked me if I would meet the son of the factory owner in a side room as he wished to discuss something with me. I said yes and was led to a large bedroom on the first floor and shown in. The man who took me there left closed the door but it was opened almost immediately by the most handsome man I ever saw, tall, blonde, muscular, and with the most beautiful baritone voice as he said, "Hello, my name is Proinsias, but my friends call me Prince, and I couldn't help noticing you when you arrived. Do you work for my father?" "No^" I replied, stopping myself from giving any details of who I was. "Well, I'm pleased to meet you^." "Ashley", I said. "Hello Ashley. I have to tell you that I have an attraction for young men and I think you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen", and with that he leaned forward, grasped my chin in his large hand and kissed me fully on my mouth, the first person I ever remember in my life to do so. The tingle ran from my lips through my body to my cock and back to my heart as I melted against him. He wrapped his other arm around me and held me to him as his hand caressed my arse through my silk trousers. Automatically I reached for the bulge in his trousers and couldn't believe what I felt. Suddenly I was aware that I mustn't mess my clothes so I blurted out "I have to get undressed". "A good Idea", said Prince, as he slipped his jacket off before halting me so that he could undress me. Unfortunately as he removed each piece of clothing he threw it on the floor but by this time I wasn't caring. When he had made me naked he walked slowly around me, examining me from every angle, stopping again in front of me and holding his arms out. I unbuttoned his shirt and removed it revealing a fine mesh of golden hairs all over his chest and stomach. I knelt down and removed his shoes and socks then, still on my knees I opened his trousers and lowered them. Oh, Joy of Joy, his cock was as long as Barry's and as thick as Bert's. I held it in my two hands and took it to my lips but as I kissed the head, Prince pulled me up and held me in his arms before lifting me and laying me on the bed. He lay beside me and kissed my face, licking my eyes and ears before working his way over my body, even to my toes. As he worked his way back up, he lifted my legs and licked behind my knees then carried on up the inside of my thighs until I felt the velvet roughness of his tongue on my balls.
He raised me further and kissed me on my puckering hole before sliding his tongue into me, I was so glad that Paul and his friend had made great efforts to clean me properly. As he worked nearer, I grasped his massive cock and pulled it to me. It was bigger than anything I had ever seen before but I wanted him so much I was dribbling. I pushed his enormous head against my hole and expected him to ram it into me but he was slow and careful until he had it in correctly. Where I had felt pain from Bert before the pleasure took over this felt right from the beginning. He kissed me and flicked my nipples with one hand while holding my cock and balls cupped in the other as he slowly pushed his giant piece into me, stretching me where no one had done before. I felt as if I was consumed in a cool fire, his tenderness making me shiver. When he had reached his extent he slowly pulled back to enter again, each time a little less slower than the time before until he was raising himself and pounding himself into me. All the time he was playing with my cock but each time he felt as if I was climaxing he would grip me at my base and slow me down. After doing this several times, while also stopping his own pleasures, he finally picked up a harder faster rhythm until I felt him swell to an even greater size and he erupted inside me as I disgorged a massive load over both of us. He scooped a large splash of my cum on one of his fingers and licked it before kissing me again. We lay together for ages as his cock gradually subsided enough to slide from me then we bathed in the glorious afterglow that surrounded us. As we dosed, I was vaguely aware of the clock chiming. "What time is it" I asked, "Midnight", he replied. I jumped from the bed and started pulling on my trousers as Prince kept asking what was wrong. "I have to go", was all I could say as I struggled to put my shirt and shoes on at the same time. Finally, half dressed I grabbed the rest of my belongings and fled to the waiting car.
When I got home I quickly washed the perfumes from my body and the gel from my hair and got to bed just before the family returned talking noisily about what a great time they had, but how strange that the birthday boy had disappeared early and never returned. Fortunately my brothers were so drunk they fell asleep almost as they hit the pillow and other than having to drink loads of piss through the night the left me alone.
Of course, when I took the clothes back to Paul I was even more miserable, he wasn't too happy either when he saw the rumpled clothes, and the cum-stained trousers, but he relented and said that as long as I had a good time his work was done. For the next few days I went around in a dream, thinking of my beautiful Prince.
Then my father came home with a letter advising all employees that new work was available for young men between the ages of sixteen and twenty one and that the sons of employees were getting first choice. My step-mother immediately started getting her lazy sons up and dressed and hounding them out of the house to get one of the new highly paid jobs. My father suggested I go too but my step-mother wouldn't hear of it. Well, Bert was thrown out immediately because he was so obviously over age. Barry could prove he was 20 but he was told he was too tall. Finally my father sneaked me out of the house and took me to the factory where I was told I should have a medical. I was given several tests including a blood test then told to go home and I would be notified in a week.
I was quite excited, if I could get a job I wouldn't need to work at home, and if the money was good enough maybe I could even get away from my evil step-mother and step-brothers, so I was delighted when my father told me that I was to report to the General Managers office at 2 o'clock the next day. My step-mother went crazy, saying I was needed at home, who would clean the house and cook the meals. My father told her that if she wouldn't do it she could leave with her two useless good-for-nothing sons.
The next day, in the manager's office I sat waiting to be seen when the door opened and there stood my Prince. He rushed to me and as I stood up he grabbed me and lifted me whirling me around 'til we were both dizzy. As he put me down I noticed an older man standing in the doorway.
"Ashley, I would like you to meet my father, Dad, this is the young man who made me so happy and with whom I want to spend my life". The man came forward and as I reached out to shake his hand he took hold of my shoulders and kissed me on both cheeks. "It is a pleasure to meet you Ashley, I don't know how you enchanted my son, but you did. He has had over 300 people tested here to find the one with the correct DNA which matched the semen sample he lifted from the hotel sheets, that's what I get for having a scientist for a son". So that was how he did it, he got his father to advertise a job for the son of an employee, since I didn't work for his father he guessed a parent did, then he had blood tests taken of each suitable applicant to find me.
By the time I went home to introduce Prince to my father, the evil ones had left, and my father was really happy for me. Prince took me to his home where we had so much sex in one afternoon we slept for 15 hours afterwards (although I did waken at one point and suck on Prince's cock for a while) then we left on a holiday. When we returned after three months, Prince announced that his father was retiring and he was taking over the running of the company. My father was promoted to senior foreman and I was Princes personal assistant. Some weeks later, having heard of our change of fortune, while my stepmother tried unsuccessfully to convince my father that she still loved him and he should take her back, I received a visit from Bert and Barry. They were apologetic and subservient and asking me to use my influence to get them jobs, preferably something that paid well and required little effort. I spoke to Prince and got them a job sweeping the factory floor and cleaning the toilets. They were even grateful for that, and Bert whispered to me that he and Barry missed me at night and could they come round sometimes for a quick fuck. I told him that if they couldn't manage to go fuck themselves then they would have to make do with fucking each other.
As for us, all I can say is, Prince I are living happily and intend to do so ever after.