The Stately Doms of England

[Bredon]

I'm looking for players of all genders who are interested in playing a RPG set in a gay male universe, f.e. an all male college. I prefer mild (?) BDSM and a retro setting, f.e. Edwardian England or the like. If you've seen Maurice or Another Country you get the picture.

Before I start outlining the plot I want to know if there is anyone here on Lit who is interested in such a scenario. I encourage male and female players (and all other genders, of course) to join in.

Bredon

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[Bredon]

Ok, I've just been told that there *are* people on here who are playing fag games Meaning, I will start to write an outline soon.
Anyone who is interested in a mixture of absurd edwardian fluff and hardcore anal sex, please mail me...

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[Bredon]

to get you into the mood...


I'd say the lad is over 18. This is really funny
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DotXpLMJ_bs

 

[FurryFury]

Are you looking to be a Dom or one of the subs?

You could also post this idea in the Threads that need players which is at the top of the forum, thread.

I hope you find some people to play with and have a great time doing so!

Fury

 

[Bredon]

Where: One of those well-known British colleges, OxBridge type, old-fashioned buildings, “Dreaming spires etcpp.”

When: About 1920s

Who: Several students, age 18-20 (or so ), some “educators”, professors, dons, tutor and other such fanciful ranks

Soundtrack: Noel Coward

Background Information: Younger students belong to older students as “fags”, meaning, they are their servants, run errands, make toast for them, give them blow-jobs, the usual stuff.
As seen in Another Country (with Rupert Everett), teachers and students council have the right to punish, in several ways, including public or private caning.

All gay cast (at least main characters; no coitus in this thread please, mind your manners).


--> I’m looking for at least one or two players to join me; your gender doesn’t matter as long as you are a young gent at heart (at least for the duration of this game). I prefer to top/dom very much, though if you’re a top/dom yourself, I’m sure we can find a way…
Please send a mail.


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Characters

Alan Barnes : A lazy, 21 yr. old student, will inherit a title, intelligent, educated, and “more than meets the eye”, has a disdain for authority—as long as he doesn’t exude it himself. Dark haired, good looking, 179 cm, with a strong body, but not overly muscular.

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As painted by H.S.Tuke 3 yrs ago.


To be continued...

 

[Bredon]

The clock striked six. Alan leaned against the mossy wall below the library windows. He was still wearing his cricket outfit, and the white sweater contrasted with his brown hair favourably; the white flannel trousers caressed his hips as he fixed his eyes on the student that entered the great court and crossed it with long determined strides...

 

[grrldom]

Jonathon Blackstone, imposingly built and dressed in full riding regalia, is striding angrily across the great court towards the library.....seething with aggression and not paying terribly much attention to his surroundings.

Disgusted was not even the word for it, pathetic laziness and a lack of respect for the head boy’s best mate and closest off-sider were only a start of the crimes of his new fag. That very afternoon when he got to the stables he found that his horse had not been attended to as instructed, in fact it had not received it’s feed let alone be brushed and harnessed and ready to ride.... and not to mention that last night the lazy sod had burnt his toast and then tried to deceive him by scraping the burnt bits off and still serving it for supper.... Smithton his new secondary fag was really in for it now..... (and would probably get further punishment if Blackstone found out the reason for this afternoon’s infraction – William Smithton had been copulating with a lowly stable boy)...... Blackstone sighed to himself, if only Jones wasn't away at his country house for the week at least he's not completely useless....

As Jonathon walks past the library window headed for the stairs in search of his fag, Alan loudly clears his throat and Jonathon notices him there - still smelling slightly of musky sweat and in his cricket whites.....

“Oh, hello Barnes didn’t see you there mate” says Jonathon.

“Blackstone, you look right angry, what’s going on?” says Alan

“It’s this useless new fag Wee-Willy, absolutely hopeless, no respect, no recognition of my esteemed position at this college. Stuck up little shit, I've only taken him on as a favour to my best mate. I’m cross about missing out on my afternoon ride - the lazy sod didn’t bother to attend to my horse. This is a serious infraction, I might need to refer this to the council for further punishment after I’m done with him..... have you seen Smithton anywhere mate? I assume he’s hiding from me... He’ll be getting more than 6 of the best for this one”

 

[grrldom]

New character profiles

Jonathon Blackstone - Blackstone is a 23 year old student. He is the best friend, confident and sometimes body guard of the college head boy. Very tall (over 6 foot), solidly and muscularly built with a handsome face, strong jaw and a nose with character. He is a hard working and hard playing student. Due to his demeanor and stature he commands respect and is a natural leader. His family has risen (at least financially) from the middle classes to upper classes due to his father's wise business decisions and risk taking with investments. He was educated as a young boy at first in one of the rough state schools in London’s more salubrious boroughs before gaining a place at Eaton where he used the skills he learnt at the tough state schools to his advantage - rising in the ranks to become one of the most respected prefects there, and rubbing shoulders with the prodigy of the very rich and famous. Now studying at Oxford he has achieved similar, if not even higher status.

William Smithton - is an 18 year old student fresh out of a strict Catholic school where he was a boarder. He has just started college in the middle of the term due to illness. He's a little on the short side, has mousy brown hair, glasses, and an endearingly almost cute face. He is rather shy and anxious in demeanor and does sometimes tend to be a bit lazy. At school he had some close friends but was mercilessly also singled out and bullied by the main group of boys there. He tries to study hard to please his parents who are titled, yet not particularly monied subsidiaries of the British aristocracy. He is sad yet strangely excited about being a lowly fag again, sad that he missed out on having his own fag when in senior school (he thinks of how kindly –he- would have treated a fag), excited as he did find that the canings received at school became increasingly enjoyable and anticipates more of that to come here.

 

[grrldom]

And there were lashings of ginger beer all round.

 

[Bredon]

LOL-- I haven't read Enid Blyton in english, so I couldn't place it, ut now I get it

 

[Bredon]

Alan smiles a hidden smile.
That Blackstone—he’s always finding reasons to give his fags a good thrashing.
Alan respects this upstart in some ways, he likes that he has the guts to stomp into these ancient halls of British aristocracy and snobbishness, pushing all their noses into the dirt a bit—his arrogance, his unabashed display of wealth—it is fun to watch. Blackstone is also a damn good keeper of discipline and an apt politician.
Alan regards him with mildly disgusted fascination—a sensation that is ever increased by Blackstone’s taste for girls, something he cannot comprehend in any man. His favourite cousin is in love with a girl, but then she is a girl and that makes it logical to him.
Alan has actually seen Smithton only half an hour ago, but he replies calmly:
“No, I’m afraid I haven’t, old chap. Seems to be a tad elusive, that boy of yours… a bit of leniency might be in order there… I believe I’ve been told that he came here after a severe illness—or so they say— anyway—have to hop along to get myself dressed for hall.”

Alan thinks of Smithton’s clever little face behind the round spectacles and is surprised at a certain amount of fondness he senses within himself. He almost inadvertantly hopes that Blackstone will not use the too heavy cane on Smithton-- holding it in his ham-like hands—actually, Alan notices with more surprise, he feels a mild pang of envy at the idea that Blackstone will get to cane the wispy lad, and decides that this is a sign that he hasn’t had quite enough dissipation recently…

 

[effmyass]

can i join?

 

[Bredon]

Requests only via mail, ok?
Bredon

 

[grrldom]

Alan smiles a hidden smile.
Alan regards him with mildly disgusted fascination—a sensation that is ever increased by Blackstone’s taste for girls, something he cannot comprehend in any man. His favourite cousin is in love with a girl, but then she is a girl and that makes it logical to him.

…

Yeah, alright! That is so the point of Blackstone's bisexuality - kind of to turn homophobia on it's head with a healthy bit of hetrophobia amongst the boys ... will add another installment soon... blackstone has to find his fag... and he may or may not be a bit more lenient as you suggested

 

[grrldom]

Curled up with a book in a remote part of the library William languishes.... thinking about this afternoons adventures with the hot stable boy.... oh how his tanned and muscular skin contrasted with the soft paleness of Will in such a sexy way

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Grumpily thinking, `more of those bloody toffs, I’m sure they all look after each other like some kind of secret club.... tossers – little sod must be well enough by now’, Blackstone ascends the library staircase past the sentinels (roaring lion statues)...... indolently waving at a tutor he passes at the top of the stairs.

He enters the library and follows the feeling, the scent, the gut instinct as to where Smith might be hiding......

Then he sees him, crouched in the corner in the middle of the hundreds of shelves of books, shaking, book in hand......

“Willie, ahh wee willie – not even man enough to hold up to your responsibilities. My horse was not even fed, let alone ready for my afternoon ride – lazy. You served me burnt toast – deceitful”, says Blackstone who then sternly cracks his riding crop.........

Blackstone continues, “Right, go over there, drop your drawers, bend over and grab your ankles”

-swwwiiissshhh... sppplt- the sound the riding crop makes on William Smithton’s derriere

-crack- “four” counts Blackstone

-swish crack- “five”

“ooooooahhhh” involuntary moans of desire escape from Smithton’s mouth

Blackstone brutally brings the riding crop down on his arse one last time leaving a long welt with blood at the tip.

“affffmmmm....mmmpppphhh” Smithton tries to stifle his exclamations of desire and adrenalin

Blackstone, now knowing for certain that Willie is enjoying the punishment, stops at once.

“Due to your illness of late, I shall show you some leniency”, says Blackstone.

Blackstone goes to a cupboard and gets a very small scrubbing brush and a tiny fire place cleaner.

Handing William the cleaning tools, “You are to clean all of the lavatories, as well as the chimney to my fireplace – On your hands and knees wearing your short trousers (I saw them in your trunk – you sissy!)”

“Go now and do this in time to make me my late supper. And if you ever disrespect me again by trying to deceive me about your mistakes when making my toast there shall be serious punishment.”

 

[Bredon]

Half an hour later, Alan has to have a pee. He climbs up the stairs to the lavatory near Hall, somewhat bored. In the dingy room, when he unbuttons his trousers and reaches for his prick, he notices some movement in the stall. He looks around and recognizes Smithton’s bum: he’s kneeling on the sticky floor, and—not really a surprise, considering Blackstone’s depraved sense of humour—the lad is scrubbing the bowl with a tiny toothbrush-like instrument.
“Ah, our good old British school tradition… ” Alan can’t help muttering while peeing with a sense of relief (too much tea this afternoon).
Smithton looks up at him, and Alan finds with some annoyance that his prick twitches in his hand, and some splashes nearly hit his shoes—

 

[grrldom]

"Bugger", says Alan, wishing he hadn't been so kind as to give his fag the night off.

Smithton is slowly working his way towards the urinals scrubbing hard and determinedly with the little brush.... he is determined to impress this prefect and he has noticed Alan's little shower and starts moving towards him, his bare knees in humiliating short trousers grazing the old tiles.

"Oi, Smith what do you think you're doing, did I say you could do that" Says Alan when he notices that the little toothbrush is poised at his shoes.

"Umm ermm trying to help", shudders Smithton

"These are very expensive shoes, I had them tailor made on Fleet Street - you were going to ruin them with A TOILET BRUSH", roars Alan imposingly

Smithton starts to look a bit more worried, going pale and quivering like a mouse.


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Upstairs in his rooms Blackstone is thinking whilst sipping a well cellared glass of claret.

His thoughts flip between his fag Jones and this girl his parents want him to marry. They only want him to marry her as she has a title to inherit – it’s not like her family have any money. He's not sure if he could handle being trapped in some marriage, and married to a girl - he would miss the pleasures of the male flesh so much – or he would need to make certain arrangements. And not only is this a girl, it’s one with a stupid pointless title who, lacking money herself, likely leach off him and his substantial inheritance..

... and then there's Jones...

........ ahh while still a lowly fag, Christopher Jones has potential..... and money.

Blackstone's cock grows to tremendous proportions at that thought, "hmm" he thinks "shame Jones isn't around to take care of this".....

 

[Bredon]

Alan points at William and at his shoes "Down. Lick them clean, polish them with your tongue." (this sentence c/o grrldom)

When Smithton actually bows down with his tongue stretched out, Alan withdraws his foot.
“That was a joke, young fool!” he laughs a somewhat irritated laugh.
--I bet he’s used to that kind of treatment from Blackstone- he thinks.
He looks down at the terrified face, not unkindly so. He finds himself musing over Smithton’s glasses—they make him look maybe younger than he actually is and give him a strangely innocent appeal. Also they make him look intelligent, and Alan has seen him more than once buried in books.

He taps the boy’s knee with his shoe tip lightly—
“Who was that stable hand I saw you with this afternoon? Was he any good?”
Alan suppresses the urge to stroke the humid hair from the heated forehead below him.
...

 

[s_red830]

New character: Charles Smith

Description: 22, studious, and quiet. No one knows him very well, and he's not a very prominent figure on campus. Thus, he does not have a fag. He stands about 6'4" with pale skin, dark hair, and some muscle... although he's never really used his strength against someone. Most people stay out of his way, simply because no one knows how to react to him. Very much a thinker, with a somewhat ominous presence.

more about him to come later, as I'm running out of time.

 

[s_red830]

Charles enters the library to find Blackstone smirking, looking up the banister after he had just sent his fag away to clean with a toothbrush.

He settles down with a book and watches Blackstone silently, making sure he is not noticed. He notes Blackstones muscular figure, his demanding presence, his air of importance and thinks to himself so that's what I have to do in order to get a fag...

He keeps his nose buried in a book, not even looking up when he asks Blackstone in a low, gravelly voice, "so... had fun playing with your cane, there?"