The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9

... was lots and lots of fun.’

‘Urgh,' interrupted Deborah. ‘You are so slutty.’

This upset Rachel, ‘No! That’s not true is it Uncle Charles, I’m helping with Mr. Fowler’s “correnction”. That’s true isn’t it?’

‘Quite true, ' the man replied. ‘These lower orders…’ he was interrupted by a snorting Deborah and again, Charles Mortimer showed an irritation that, if viewed from a perspective more mentally advanced than that of his captive, would have indicated an understanding that he himself was a social inferior to that of the elevated atmosphere of the Earl, Mrs. Barton and Lady Deborah.

The erstwhile mentioned girl immediately understood and smiled disdainfully.

‘These lower orders.’ Repeated Mr. Mortimer, ‘can be easily manipulated by an authority, little honey pot, especially one that lies to them, tempts them, confuses them.’ He laughed, ‘and best of all, they need security like a bird needs a worm and they will fight for us to get it. Fight for us… ha!’.

‘I am beginning to understand Uncle Charles.’

‘That’s why silly fools like your father Lady Deborah, are so dangerous. He loves the unwashed just a bit too much than is good for them, “let them choose for themselves?” what nonsense. No these people are children and must be led by their intellectual superiors.’ Mr. Mortimer’s hands stopped groping and emerged to rest on Rachel’s shoulders. ‘Now, you two girls, run along and help Mrs. Barton, I need to speak to Mr. Fowler alone, OK?’

‘Yes Uncle Charles.’ ...

... Replied Rachel who skipped up the stairs, followed by a more knowing and silent Deborah who looked back at Gary with a wry smile. The cellar door closed and Mr. Mortimer’s pleasant features hardened into an aggressive glare.

‘You have embarrassed me Gary Fowler!’ Gary was determined not to speak to this man, he could not adequately process all of the man’s meaning, but he knew enough that he was the reason for his present misery. ‘For a man in my station Fowler, you can steal from me, beat me, and humiliate me, but you must never, ever embarrass me, for when you do, you limit my ability to look at my friends.’

Gary intensified his stare.

‘Ha! I imagine you think I have friends!’ the older man made a movement in his hand toward Gary’s erection. ‘friends to us, are not what friends are to you plebeians Fowler. Friends to us are ways of achievement; rungs on the steps to glory!’ Charles fingertips reached Gary’s hips and inched, followed by the captive's concerned eyes, to his penis. ‘we put a lot of effort into you, your father and that lump you call a brother. At any other time we could call your transgressions unfortunate. But not before an election, when you are our poster boy, as it were.’

Gary was shocked to find that the prospect of homosexual contact did not wither his sexual bloom and began sweating from the societal shame.

‘All of the people that matter in this county know of your history Fowler. I am elected, Fowler. I want to retain power. You must be ...