The Fowler and His Net – Chapter 10

It was no more than twenty minutes before the cellar door opened once more and the now familiar metallic chick of the food trolley descended the stairs. ‘Mr. Fowler,’ cried Rachel, as she turned on the lights, ‘we have dinner, and it smells lovely.’

Gary sighed. He would rather have steadily weakened through hunger than to have the psychological stress of miss good cop and miss bad cop attending to his ministries. He guessed that he had been tied up for three or four days and had been fed, pottied, cleaned up, urinated on, masturbated, plied with drugs and humiliated. It seemed too much punishment for just a few trinkets. However, the Colonel’s revelation, that he was a subject of interest of the local hob nobs confused him. He would have remembered any special interest taken in him when he was a youth surely? However, all he did remember was Colonel Mortimer being somewhat lenient toward his father, Darren and himself, and being given the opportunity of an army life. Those were not exactly a sequence of events that would result in embarrassment for “Uncle Charles” if one of them later transgressed. So it was with this confusion that he allowed himself to be fed by Rachel and Deborah.

‘More waste.’ complained Deborah, ‘Truffles and Ginger. Must cost a bloody fortune.’

‘They do smell lovely though, oh, please eat Mr. Fowler. I don’t want to call my Mother.’

Gary thought, and opened his mouth to accept the spoon being thrust at him. The food had a strong taste and repelled him. He scrunched up his face.

‘He doesn’t like it does he, the philistine!’

‘No, but it will keep him big and strong. I think he will like my surprise though, Mummy has talked about it with Uncle Charles’s academlics, and they think it’s a good idea. Remember, Mr. Fowler, I said I had something to show you?’

Gary stayed quiet and glared.

‘Oh, the silent treatment!’ added Deborah, ‘thank God!’ I can’t stand listening to what they call an accent anyway, bloody sub-species!’

‘Debbie, that’s really unkind. Mr. Fowler can’t help the way he speaks, or the way he behaves. That’s what Mummy and Uncle Charles say. It’s their upbringing and all of the pastry and cheap lager and soap operas and everything. That’s why they say we have to be in charge, because they will just live like pigs if we aren’t.’

‘Spare the rod and spoil the child, that’s what my father says about these bottom feeders.’

‘Well, I don’t really understand, but I think that everyone knows that the lower orders need to be put in their place, it’s just that Uncle Charles and his lordship want to do it in different ways, that’s all.’

Rachel had inadvertently issued a great, revealing wisdom, but before it could burrow beneath her scalp the small company turned their heads on the sound of solid footsteps descending the solid stairs onto the solid stone floor.

‘Is Mr. Fowler wearing his regulator?’ asked a stern sounding Colonel Mortimer.

‘Oh, no Uncle Charles, we need to finish feeding him and then wash him.’

‘Well, we need to move quickly, I am anxious that my own demands are met.’

Deborah muttered ‘dirty pig’, under her breath. The Colonel ignored the jibe.

‘So am I Uncle Charles, we are sorry.’

‘Well, no matter. Six hands can work fifty percent faster than four.’

As he finished the remaining spoonful’s of food, the Colonel’s statement trudged through the muddy field of Gary’s brain until it visibly landed with a squelch, a fact noticed by the newcomer. ‘Oh come, come, Mr. Fowler. Don’t tell me, ‘ said the Colonel superciliously, ‘that you have never taken part in a bit of male horseplay.’

‘It’s my turn to wash his middle bits!’ demanded Rachel.

‘Has your Mother never told you about sharing, young lady?’ asked Uncle Charles.

‘Oh, I guess so.’ The girl replied.

‘Well, I’m keeping out of the way,’ said Deborah, ‘I will take his top half ‘

Gary closed his eyes and tried to ignore the multitude of hands that started to work their way around his private parts. He knew one of them was male and yet, the base level stimulus that he tried to suppress was breaking through.

The Colonel spoke. ‘I had no idea his response would be so immediate. Rachel do you have the regulator?’

‘It is here Uncle Charles.’

Gary felt his hardening penis being manipulated and a hard, cold harness being placed around it. Ten seconds later and his heavy, swollen balls felt constrained. ‘There, that should enable greater stimulation.’

‘What is it? Gary asked nervously.

‘That is a penile regulator Mr. Fowler. A device colloquially known as a “cock-ring” to the masses.’

‘What does it do?’

‘Ha!’, Replied Deborah, ‘it stops you shooting your dirty load everywhere, thicko!’

‘In other words, it prevents unwanted ejaculation.’ added the Colonel.

‘’You use one all of the time don’t you Uncle Charles.’ Rachel stated.

‘I do little one. But not today, today is all about our guest. When your Mother and I perform intercourse, she demands a level of sustainability that I cannot achieve unless I use such aids. I very much suspect that you, my sweet, will not have such unreasonable expectations.’

‘Oh, no Uncle Charles. Mummy, is such hard work. All of my uncles tell me that.’

‘That is one of the consequences of being such an accommodating lover, my young dumpling. If only we could feel as we once felt, when we were young.’ As Colonel Mortimer gave his quotation, his hand slipped to the buttons of his shirt and from the bottom, he began to undo each, while fixing a lustful stare at Rachel.

As if on cue, Rachel grasped the hem of her jumper and pulled it slowly over her head. ‘I am so glad we are being so nice to Mr. Fowler, this is so much better that locking him up in prison, or flogging him, isn’t it Uncle Charles?’

Colonel Mortimer was in exceptional condition for a man of his age, his undoubted fitness had given him handsome features and even the small movements of his hands and arms demonstrated the taught muscle fibres beneath the skin of his athletic frame. ‘Our methods are still experimental, but our results have been excellent, until this particular outlier came along. I have enemies, pixie pie, and they are only too eager to seize upon any failure. Stupid fools. They don’t understand the variability in research.’ He reached the buttons of his trousers and started to lower them. As Rachel bent down to remove her plimsoles and socks, her breasts swung in their overworked brassier.

‘Mr. Fowler won’t be so naughty when we have finished will he Uncle Charles?’

The older man stepped from his trousers and stood glaring at the younger girl.

The lower half of this pantomime was out of sight for Gary Fowler, fastened as he was, however the eyes of Deborah, who had moved to begin stimulating Gary through his new harness began to show great interest in the equipment Charles Mortimer was carrying in his underwear. They widened and the girl began to form an ‘O’ with her mouth as she whetted her lips.

‘Mr. Fowler will become yet another pliant member of society, young lady. Eager to please his betters.’ His hands moved to the underside of Rachel’s bra and she lifted her chin and gasped.

‘How does it work Uncle Charles?’ asked Rachel, now releasing the catch on her short skirt. ‘This limblic crinilogicly?’

‘Oh, sweet child,’ replied Charles, removing his own socks, ‘the lower forms of thought are the most powerful driving forces on earth, and we try to harness them to control those weaker subjective classes, such as “Gary” here. His emphasis of the name “Gary” betrayed what he thought of the name. ‘By watching our lovemaking, whilst being brought to the brink of orgasm by Deborah here, Mr. Fowler will undergo a vast amount of simulation to the limbic part of the brain, thereby changing it’s biological composition.’

Gary listened, not really understanding, but concerned nonetheless. He looked again at Deborah’s eyes; they seemed lost in the scene below Charles’s waist.

‘In the past we used pharmaceuticals, however as seen in the example here, ‘ he pointed to Gary, ‘We needed a better method. You met Dr. Matthews?’

‘Oh yes, the funny looking woman.’

‘Mr. Fowler’s current treatment is a result of her research.’

‘Well, ‘ Rachel looked both aroused and confused, ‘I don’t really understand, but I quite like the treatment myself.’

Charles laughed. ‘Yes, that is one of the fringe benefits.’ Both were now standing in their underwear, with Rachel’s sharply tilted eyes looking into Charles’s downward pointing face.’ The older man looked sharply over at Deborah, whose lust filled expressed changed sharply. ‘How is our subject?’

‘Starting to get horny, the dirty devil.’ The girl replied.

’We need him heightened, Lady Deborah. Please start manipulation.’

Gary began to feel the fingers of lady Deborah working the skin between the leather cage surrounding his ball sack. His penis was beginning to harden.

‘Let us see how these breasts are developing Miss Barton, it is several months since I have had the pleasure.’

‘Mummy makes me do lots of exercises Uncle Charles, to keep them nice and firm.’ Rachel turned her back to her prospective lover, and he, expertly, undid the clasp on the taut elasticated material which parted suddenly. She turned and let her brassier fall. ‘They aren’t as big as Mummy’s yet, but she promises that when they are I can wear proper grown up bras, like hers.’ Gary could only wonder at the species of training bra that could hold such large globes.

‘You have made splendid progress.’ He began to firmly massage each tit. ‘Firm, yet soft. The nipples are becoming pronounced under stimulation. Yes, very satisfying.’

‘Thank you Uncle Charles.’

‘Now, we have to put ourselves so that Mr. Fowler can see us.’

‘Is that what these blocks are for Uncle Charles?’

Charles stepped up onto the little platform in front of him and for the first time Gary could see what had provoked Deborah’s interest. Coiled within his underpants was what appeared to be a Lincolnshire sausage, the impression of which transferred itself into the fabric. This new structure was now just below Rachel’s eye level, and she moved toward it, as though pulled by the scent.

Charles put his thumbs either side of his underwear and let his hands slowly descend. The base of his cock appeared first, followed by the thick trunk, and the shadows either side. Then as the hemline of the garment dropped, the soft shaft, of which there seemed to be no end, revealed itself.

Gary glanced over to Deborah’s face, which seemed mesmerised by the sight.

Down and down went the underwear until finally the shrouded head burst from encapsulation and bobbled beneath the lawyer’s legs.

Deborah issued an involuntary gasp.

‘Oh, Its just like I remembered it Uncle Charles.’ Exuded Rachel. ‘I do hope it will still fit inside me.‘

The speculation had a motivational effect on the Colonel whose sexual organ began to pulse. The face of Deborah, whose grasp of Gary’s own excitement was tightening, began flushing with blood as she watched on, and Gary, try as he might, was not immune to the scene. His engorgement began and the metal ring that had hitherto a light pressure on his shaft began to apply a constraint that was far from comfortable.

Colonel Mortimer clenched his fists by his side as his penis steadily ratcheted upward, bouncing on his necessarily increasing heart rate. Rachel smiled at it lovingly and Deborah smouldered at it lustily as the monster primed itself for action. After a period of one minute, the mighty tool pointed threateningly at the little girl and he issued his next instruction. ‘Now, Rachel, please place yourself on the attitude block, I need you in position.’

Rachel’s movements in front of her ‘Uncle Charles’ were sultry and seductive. She had been well taught, and when finally in place, facing away from him and her left leg lifted, her panties presented themselves on the same elevation as his cock and with only the thin fabric of her underwear as a barrier, both were ready to begin their surrogate treatment of Gary.

Charles placed his hand over Rachel’s crotch and touched her vulnerability. ‘I need you juicier you little tart.’ He scolded.

Rachel seemed to like his change in tone. ‘Oh, yes. Please Uncle Charles, make my pussy wet, so that it can take your big cock.’ Her words, though acted, seemed to have the desired effect on Charles who smacked the girl hard on the left bum cheek. ‘that’s my girl, ‘ he replied, ‘you want my cock to stretch out your cunt don’t you?’ his finger pressed into her vagina through the thin material, causing it to darken with the results. He lifted his finger to his nose and breathed deeply as Rachel angled her hips and arched her back to present more of her womanly pleasure to him.

‘Oh, God yes, Uncle Charles. I was it. I want you to push it into me, really hard ‘

‘God, you’re such a slut. You are even sluttier than your Mother, when she was your age.’

Deborah, began to play with her own pussy under her skirt, while she played with Gary’s balls. The prospect of watching her cousin being fucked by this horse cock was obviously working her pleasure systems. Her captive, meanwhile, was starting to feel uncomfortable. Though the cock ring that had been forced into him was tight, it did not restrict blood flow and felt much like the grip that Rachel’s Mother had applied to him, those weeks before, in his first night of passion in this wretched house. There had always been jokes in Gary’s world concerning the degeneracy of the ruling classes and the very absurdity of the notion was what made those tales remotely amusing. Now, presented with that absurdity, here in front of him it was not funny. He found the whole idea disgusting. He began to long for the more simple life that lay with more simple people.

‘I will need to stretch out your vagina, little slut.’ Announced the Colonel, ‘the soil must be wet if my my cock is going to plow. Now, lick my fingers, you little vixen.’ He put his left hand in front of Rachel’s face and she immediately began attacking it with her tongue, soon covering it with spittle. ‘That’s a good girl.’

Rachel gasped, as her Uncle Charles ripped down her knickers in an aggressive sweep. ‘Smack!’ His hand descended with a loud shriek from the girl. ‘Now, let’s find out how you taste today?’ he asked rhetorically, and thrust out his own tongue as he dove towards her nether regions.