The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10

... 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 ...