Carl at Uni Ch. 9: Tied & tested

On the way back from their experiment at the hands of the old lady doctor, where they had taken turns to fuck her -- well, Carl and Kevin had -- before having their sperm released and tasted, Carl let Daniel and Kevin go on ahead as he'd been told he needed to see Mrs. Simmonds about the governor lady who had been at the Mother's Day event.

Arriving at Mrs. Simmonds' door - having been waved through by her secretary, who always gave him an up-and-down look and a smirk, so she presumably knew what Mrs. Simmonds was up to - he knocked and was called in.

'The doctor said you wanted to see me,' said Carl, standing, hands behind his back as he'd been trained to do, while Mrs. Simmonds trailed her eyes over him from his beautiful face under that shock of blond hair, down over his chest and biceps to the visible bulge in the front of his jeans. How she'd enjoyed having his perfect penis in her mouth at the Mother's Day event. She could still taste it now.

'Did you have a good time with the doctor?' she asked, coyly, clearly knowing exactly what had gone on in.

'Erm, yes, Miss, thank you,' mumbled Carl, blushing. 'It was... interesting.'

'Well, I know that she's very grateful you three took the time to, erm, help.' Mrs. Simmonds didn't actually know the details of what had gone on in the doctor's office and would have been envious if she realised that the doctor had beaten her to the sublime feeling of Carl's penis inside of her, because Mrs. Simmonds thought a lot about how it would feel to have that beautiful member between her legs.

'It was our pleasure,' said Carl, always keen to keep on the right side of this woman who could change her mind about their unconventional staying in Holborn Halls anytime she liked.

'Now, I have another favour to ask of you,' she said, looking him square in the face. 'You'll remember the governor who came to the Mother's Day...' Of course Carl remembered the smart 70-year-old. She had made no bones about his being her favourite and had even got under his stool during the milking competition so she could swallow his sperm and even take the end of his penis in her mouth.

'Yes, Miss, I remember her,' he answered, blushing even deeper.

'I thought you might,' said Mrs. Simmonds. 'Well, we spoke at the governors' meeting and she has an art project she wants you to help her with and I said that I was sure you would do everything you could.'

'Yes, Miss, that would be alright,' he answered, knowing full well what kind of art project this was likely to be. 'When do I need to go? And where is it?'

'It's as soon as you can,' said Mrs. Simmonds, writing an address on a piece of paper. 'And remember, this is a very important person on the campus so it would be a very good idea to make sure she's happy, if you know what I mean. If you want to go back to Holborn and have a shower and then get straight over...' And she passed him the paper.

'Yes, Miss. Oh, do I need to wear anything in particular?' asked Carl as he headed towards the door.

'Erm,' Mrs. Simmonds began to answer, thinking that clothes were not likely to last long when Mrs. Pearson got her hands on Carl, 'she didn't mention it so I'm sure anything you like will be fine.'

Carl got back to the Halls, found only Daniel and Kevin there, which was a relief, as it meant he could jump in the shower without being interrupted by any of the girls. Then, putting on just light grey sweatpants and sweatshirt over his Holborn Halls briefs, he tied his trainers and just said, 'Got to go and see someone. Laters.'

He took an Uber to get to Mrs. Pearson's as fast as he could and was soon presented with a house so huge and expensive-looking, Carl started to think that maybe the Chanel she was wearing at Mother's Day wasn't fake after all. This was clearly a woman who could afford the real thing. He went up the steps to the front door, rang a doorbell that sounded deep inside the house and, a moment later, was greeted by a short, plump maid in her late 50s. 'Erm, I'm here to see...'

'Yes,' said the maid, looking him over, 'I'll let Mrs. Pearson know that you're here, if you'd like to wait for a moment.'

She disappeared through one of several doors in the huge entrance hall with the staircase going up the middle of it, leaving Carl to look around at the antique pictures and classical sculptures filling the space. The woman clearly had taste to go with her money, he thought.

As that thought was going through his mind, the door the maid had gone through opened and Mrs. Pearson, dressed in smart trousers, a white blouse with a frill on the front and shoes with heels, walked briskly towards him her hand outstretched to greet him. 'Hello, Carl,' she cooed as she took his hand, so much bigger than hers. 'Thank you so much for agreeing to help me with this project. So kind! Please follow me through to my studio. Would you like something to drink? I'm going to have a little glass of wine. Will you join me?'

Carl nodded, mumbled, 'Yes, please,' and saw the maid disappear as Mrs. Pearson led him through a series of corridors until they reached an artist's studio in a kind of conservatory, packed with paintings standing against walls, easels, lighting, photography equipment, a daybed covered in fabrics... Carl supposed it was messy but there was something very sophisticated about it.

'Please, take a seat,' said Mrs. Pearson, indicating the daybed as the maid appeared with two very large glasses with yellow wine in them, which she set down in front of the daybed before disappearing as discreetly as she had appeared.

Carl sat as Mrs. Pearson picked up the glasses and, handing one to him, sat beside him. 'Cheers,' she said, holding her own glass forward for him. He chimed his own glass with hers making a very expensive sound and took a sip of the wine, which was cold and strange and strong-tasting.

'Now, I should tell you about the project,' she said, putting her own glass down, her eyes all over Carl as she spoke. He looked back at her. He supposed she may have once been pretty and her body was still slim but she was so old, even older than he'd thought at the Mother's Day party. Her hands were claw-like and covered in brown spots even if the manicure was perfect and a huge diamond sparkled on one finger.

'You're such a beautiful boy,' she said, before she got onto the subject of the art project.

'Oh, thank you,' said Carl, blushing a little.

'No need to be embarrassed about it,' she giggled taking another little sip of her wine, as Carl took a sip of his. 'Beauty is a gift meant to be shared. I love being surrounded by beauty. Which is why I want to do my little bit towards immortalising it.'

'Yes, Miss,' said Carl, not really knowing what to say.

'So, the project...' she continued. 'I'm in the middle of a series of works, where I reproduce famous artworks from the past in photographic form.'

Carl nodded as she fished into a portfolio by her feet and got out some large black and white photographs. 'This is discobolus, the famous discus thrower from ancient Greece,' she said handing him a beautiful black and white picture of a young naked man in the process of throwing a discus, his body twisted and muscular. 'This is Rodin's Thinker.' This black and white photograph was of another naked young man sitting, his genitalia covered, in the famous pose. The pictures were definitely artistic, more so than Carl had imagined when he came over.

'And this is what I'd like to do with you,' she said, handing him a picture he recognised: an ancient sketch of a naked man in a circle and a square, two images superimposed over each other, one with the arms out horizontal, the legs straight, the other with the arms up at diagonals and the legs stretched out. 'Are you familiar with it?'

'Yes, Miss, but...'

'It's called Vitruvian Man by Leonardo da Vinci and it's supposed to show the perfect male form. And I thought, seeing as you have the perfect male form, you would make the perfect model. What do you think?'

'Erm, it's a beautiful image, Miss,' said Carl. 'I will try if you think I would be right for it.'

'Excellent!' said the woman as she got up, took another slurp of her wine before putting it back down, and went over to a curtain Carl had assumed covered a window. Behind the curtain was a steel structure like the one in the picture, with a two-dimensional square and a circle on top of each other.

'Come and see if it's the right size,' said Mrs. Pearson over her shoulder as she looked at the structure. Carl put his wine down and joined her. 'Now, put your arms out...'

He stood with his back to the structure and put his arms out horizontally like in the sketch. 'Perfect!' said Mrs. Pearson, clapping her hands together. 'It's exactly the right size!'

Carl had to admit he was surprised at all this. He had assumed, after the play she made for him at the Mother's Day event, Mrs. Pearson just wanted to get him alone to see what she could make him do but this all seemed pretty much above board. Apart from complimenting him, she'd made no advances and the art project was clearly real.

'Now, if you could take your sweatshirt off, Carl, and get back into position...' He pulled the sweatshirt over his head, smoothed down his hair and stood against the square/circle, his arms outstretched. Mrs. Pearson had the sketch and looked from it to him and back to it. 'You're more muscular than the original, Carl,' she said, 'but the point of this series is partly to show how the male figure has progressed.' Carl nodded as the old lady looked from him to the sketch.

'And now the sweatpants, if you don't mind, dear,' she said. Again, Carl thought how civilised this was. Not at all the perving he had been expecting from the old lady who had been so greedy for his sperm last time he met her.

He scooped off his trainers, leant over to take off his white sports socks then pulled the tracksuit bottoms off, feeling Mrs. Pearson's eyes on him the whole time. 'Did you want me to take these off as well?' he said, indicating the briefs.

'Oh, no, not for the time being,' said Mrs. Pearson, her eyes glued to the shape in the front of the briefs even while saying she didn't want Carl to take them off. 'If you could get back in position...'

Carl went back to the metal ring and resumed the Vitruvian Man position, his arms out horizontal, his feet together.

'Beautiful,' said Mrs. Pearson, looking at his body and how the position of his arms was making different muscles show more prominently. 'And now shall we try the other position? The one with the arms up and the legs wider apart?'

Once Carl was in position, Mrs. Pearson circled him, admiring the sight of his body in this new position, the muscles perfection, even the gaze on his face... 'Carl, because this is a difficult position to hold, I've got some ties here that can help you relax. Are you comfortable if I tie them to your wrists and ankles?'

'Yes, Miss,' said Carl, who was finding it uncomfortable holding the position. 'Whatever you think, Miss.'

Mrs. Pearson rang a little bell and in a moment the maid was back in the room, seemingly unphased by the sight of a young man, naked apart from some almost transparent briefs his arms and legs outstretched like this. 'Maria, can you get me some ties so that we can help Carl here keep his pose?'

'Yes, Ma'am,' said Maria, sneaking a look at the young man with what looked like a beautiful penis in the tiny white briefs as she went to a drawer and got some bits of rope out.

'If you tie Carl's wrists to the circle,' said Mrs. Pearson, 'as you are taller -- you might need a stool -- I'll do his ankles,' and, taking a couple of the ties, she got to the floor and Carl could feel the ropes being tied around first one ankle, then the other. Maria, meanwhile, was on a stool and doing the same first to his right wrist, then to the left.

'Try pulling against the ties, Carl,' said Mrs. Pearson, 'to see if they're comfortable.'

Carl did as he was told and found that rather than comfortable, the ropes had been tied so he couldn't get out of them. He was strung up wearing just his briefs and couldn't resist whatever was done to him. But all he could think of to say was, 'Yes, Miss. It's comfortable.'

Mrs. Pearson and Maria stood back from him while Carl looked at them looking at him.

'Beautiful, isn't he?' said Mrs. Pearson.

'The most beautiful yet,' said Maria, her eyes scanning him from his feet to his bulge to his face. 'And I think he likes us looking at him.'

It was true. As the two women took in the sight of Carl, spread-eagled and helpless, his penis, which had never been less than semi-erect since he walked into the studio was now fully hard and throbbing in the little briefs.

'Well, if he likes being looked at, I wonder how he likes being touched,' said Mrs. Pearson to Maria. 'Let's find out.' And the two women walked towards him and started to run their elderly hands over him: his smooth chest, his belly, his muscular thighs, his biceps, his face, his buttocks... until Maria turned to Mrs. Pearson and said, 'Can I touch him there?' She was looking at the bulge that was now leaking precum and stretching the briefs away from Carl's body with the force of its erection.

'After me,' said Mrs. Pearson, who reached forward the brown-spotted hand with the huge ring and cupped Carl's balls through the thin fabric of the briefs. Carl moaned. 'Oh, I think he does like being touched,' she said smiling to Maria, her hand still on Carl, moving from his testicles up the clearly visible shaft of his penis to the head, which was straining to be released.

'Now you try,' said Mrs. Pearson. Carl looked down to see the pudgy fingers of the maid reach out and repeat what Mrs. Pearson's hand had just done, moving from the testicles along the shaft to the head as he let out another involuntary moan.

Then... 'Fetch my scissors, Maria,' said Mrs. Pearson. Maria gave the shaft of Carl's rock-hard penis one last squeeze before scuttling to the drawer she had got the ties from, returning with a big pair of dressmaker's scissors. Mrs. Pearson must have seen the look of concern on Carl's face and said, 'Don't worry, Carl. We're not going to hurt you.'

'No, Miss,' said Carl, anxiously as Mrs. Pearson came in with the scissors. He felt the cold of the steel against his hip as she introduced the scissors upward in the left leghole of the briefs. Snip. One half of the briefs fell open exposing Carl's perfectly shaved testicles and the side of his penis which was pointing up the other way. 'Oh!' said Maria, putting her hands to her mouth. Then Carl felt the scissors going in the other leghole. Snip. And the whole front of the briefs fell from him so that his penis was waving towards the two women.

'Oh Mrs. Pearson,' said Maria, her hands still to her face, 'that is an incredible penis. So much bigger and more beautiful than the other young men we've had.'

'It is a sight to behold, is it not?' said Mrs. Pearson. 'I knew as soon as I laid my eyes on this young man that I had to have him.'

They were speaking as if Carl wasn't there.

'Oh, you have such an eye, Mrs. Pearson,' said Maria, her eyes never leaving Carl's exposed penis and testicles for a moment. 'Can we go and touch it now that it's...'

'Oh, I think we can do whatever we like. Isn't that what you said, Carl?'

'Erm, yes, Miss,' said Carl, wondering what he was letting himself in for. But the women didn't touch... even though Carl's penis was desperate to be touched, twitching to be touched, almost waving as if to attract attention. Instead, they came and looked at close quarters, examining and discussing his full-looking testicles, the penis pulsating so hard it looked to Maria as if it was vibrating, the little stream of precum that was leaking from the eye, also the buttocks and, because his legs were stretched apart, the pink of his anus. 'It's so pretty,' said Maria. 'It's like a little candy.'

And it was while the women were behind him, discussing his hole, that Carl felt a hand reach around and take his penis. He looked down to see it was Mrs. Pearson's. Then another hand came from the other side: Maria's. Together they squeezed the hardness, speaking inaudibly behind him, moving their hands together up and down the shaft and over the sticky head as Carl threw his head back, closed his eyes and bit his lips to prevent the moans coming from his mouth.

'Now I think we should taste it... seeing as Carl has given us full rein,' said Mrs. Pearson at which both women removed their hands from his penis and came around to the front of him, bending down so Carl could feel their breath on the head.

'You go first,' said Mrs. Pearson. 'I've already had the pleasure of tasting it.'

Maria didn't need to be encouraged. The next thing Carl felt was the warmth of the maid's mouth as it closed over the head of his penis. This moan he couldn't stifle, especially as she took it way back into her throat, so deep he could feel his testicles on her chin. The sight of her maid with this beautiful young man's penis all the way down her throat delighted Mrs. Pearson, who stood, her hands clasped on her chest, cooing over the sight of this thick penis, slick with saliva, moving in and out of the old woman's mouth.

She then moved around behind Carl and he felt her hands on his buttocks, then underneath him massaging the rock-hard perineum, then felt the buttocks being pulled apart and the old lady's tongue probing to find his hole. With his penis still sliding in and out of Maria's mouth, he found a way of bending forward to allow access to Mrs. Pearson's eager tongue, the tip of which was now squirming its way into his hole.

With his penis receiving so much attention and now his little pink anus being lavished by Mrs. Pearson, Carl was overcome with sensation, forgot himself and let out the biggest groan as his body gave in to the stimulation it was receiving. Mrs. Pearson pulled away from him. 'Oh, the doctor told me that would hit the spot,' she said with a bit of a snigger as Carl felt her move away from him and then return. He could also hear a light buzzing sound.

Maria pulled Carl's penis from her mouth to look over at what Mrs. Pearson was doing, saw what she had pulled out of her handbag and smiled. 'Oh, good idea,' she said before taking a couple of slurps of Carl's testicles before returning his penis to her mouth.

'Yes, Carl, the doctor told me that you particularly enjoyed anal stimulation,' said Mrs. Pearson, the buzzing still going. 'Well?'

'Erm, yes Miss,' said Carl, burning with embarrassment.

'In that case, I think you might like this...' The next thing Carl felt was the tip of something vibrating against the inside of his buttock. Then he felt a cold fingertip wiping something cold and slimy around his hole. Finally, he felt the tip of the buzzing thing -- a little gold vibrator with a pointy end that Mrs. Pearson carried around with her at all times -- against his anus. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before and, his penis still getting all the expert attention of Maria, he leaned forward to give the vibrator more access to his hole.

Mrs. Pearson recognised the movement and slipped the tip of the vibrator into Carl, sitting back to enjoy the sight of the gold implement disappearing into that perfect rosebud as Carl let out what was more an animal growl than a moan.

'That's right, Carl, let go of those inhibitions,' said Mrs. Pearson, moving the vibrator in and out of him a centimetre or two at a time as she caressed the hardened perineum underneath. Carl felt like his legs were going to buckle and was grateful -- suddenly! -- of the restraints tying him to the iron circle. He let himself hang a little, looked down at Maria with his penis in her mouth, her eyes streaming and little choking noises coming from her, and opened himself up as much as he could to this buzzing contraption.

'Please, Miss,' said Carl after just a couple of minutes of this. 'Please, just a little more...'

Mrs. Pearson pushed the vibrator further into Carl, heard another guttural moan, and started to spin it slowly inside him as his hips seemed to come alive and started to thrash backwards and forwards, pushing his penis deep down Maria's throat as his little anus twitched against the vibrator, trying to draw more of it into him.

'Please, Miss,' said Carl, now with even more desperation in his voice. 'I need to...'

Mrs. Pearson released her grip on the vibrator for a second and slipped round Carl to join Maria, who withdrew Carl's penis from her mouth and handed it to Mrs. Pearson. With one hand back on the vibrator moving in and out of Carl, the other on his penis, she continued to stroke, her eyes bulging from her head at the sight before her. 'Come on, Carl, darling. Give me your sperm. I want to taste it,' she cooed, licking precum from the tip in between her encouragements.

'Miss...' It was all Carl could say before the first rope of sperm flew from his penis into Mrs. Pearson's open mouth at which she enveloped the head of his penis with her lips and felt spurt after spurt fill her mouth with this beautiful young man's seed. Even when he was finished, she kept her mouth over him, enjoying the last few twitches of that penis.

Eventually, Carl stopped pumping and twitching and just hung, sweaty and exhausted from the iron ring. Mrs. Pearson gently removed the vibrator from his anus and turned it off as she and Maria stood up to take in the sight of this beautiful young man, totally sated, his penis red with all the attention it had received, a droplet of lubrication dripping from his anus, which still twitched every couple of moments or so.

Mrs. Pearson's mouth was filled with the taste of Carl as she imagined the sperm sliding down her throat and into her belly to live inside her for the rest of the day. She pushed the stool back towards the frame and with a nod of her head requested that Maria untied the young man's wrists while she crouched to get another sight and sniff and taste of Carl's diminishing penis as she untied his ankles.

'Thank you, Maria, that will be all,' said Mrs. Pearson when the maid climbed down from the stool. 'How are your wrists, Carl? We didn't hurt you, I hope?'

'No, Miss,' said Carl, rubbing his wrists as Mrs. Pearson led him back to the daybed where they sat side-by-side, sipping on the wine they had left, with Mrs. Pearson chatting casually as she continued to fondle Carl's penis and testicles, even introducing her finger into his hole as she spoke.

Eventually, she stood and, holding her hand out for Carl, to signal that the afternoon was over, said, 'That was absolutely delightful, Carl. I want you to be my special friend while you're here at college. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Miss,' said Carl.