The Legend of Holleystone Grange

By Sabb

Robert Wilde is driving along any road that appeals to him on a relaxing but lonely trip from London to join his lover, Dale, at the beautiful old English country house, Holleystone Grange, home of the wealthy old family, the Holleystones. Dale and friend have been invited to join a weekend house party at the Grange by an old school friend of Dale’s. Unfortunately, Dale has had to go to France on business, leaving Robert using the time he has taken off, so they could spend a week together, to make a slow, winding journey there by road, alone.
Robert innocently takes yet another turn in the road, but one that leads him into a dark, ancient forest at the center of which is a village of legend, frozen in time, where for one night his lordship oversees Robert’s wild debauchery at the hands of his willing villagers.
When Robert arrives at Holleystone Grange, he is soon to discover another legend, the legend of the ring of the Holleystones, an ancient ring that over the centuries has often chosen the Holleystone bride. Under the mysterious Henry’s influence, Robert is soon caught up in yet another legend, shocking Portland Holleystone and everyone else in the weekend’s house party.
But in the modern world how real are legends? And what secrets do they unexpectedly hold?

Warnings:. Contains graphic gay male sex that is enjoyed by all participants, wild orgies, frequent anal sex, lots of gay romance, true gay love, and complicated gay relationships.

Excerpt:
“Chance, Josh,” I replied, with a smile, more than pleased to talk to such a good-looking young man. “Pure chance. I have no idea how I got here, really. I am just taking any interesting-looking road or turning and seeing where it leads me, though I do have to arrive at Holleystone Grange by the end of the week. And this quaint village pub is where the twists and turns of today’s drive have led me.”
He gave a small chuckle. “Ah, chance is an amazing thing, sir, isn’t it?” His eyes twinkled, and there was some other look there that made my knees feel weak, though I was getting hard elsewhere. I was not looking for sex, but I hadn’t had any for a couple of weeks. I’d be back with Dale in a couple of days, though, getting plenty, and I was naturally monogamous.
“Yes. Yes, chance is an amazing thing, but I must make a note of how to get here, as this is the sort of place I’d like to come back to. What is the nearest town?” I asked him.
“I’ll have to think on that, sir. There are several nearby.”
I might have thought it was an odd answer if I had not been so taken by him and eager to talk after several days traveling on my own, but I was glad of company, and I didn’t give it much thought.
“If you really want to come back, I am sure you will find the way, sir,” he added.
I had vaguely been aware of the door to the bar opening and glanced up to see someone entering, an older man, very smartly dressed, and with a serious look on his face. I’d have given him no more than that brief glance if he had not fixed his eyes on me and turned towards our table. My companion looked up at him. “Good evening, sir,” he said and the new arrival made a small movement with his hand.
“I’d best leave you, sir,” Josh said, standing up and winking at me. I was going to protest he should stay, when the older man said, “May I?” and took Josh’s seat.
He seemed to be examining me in a very personal way that made me feel naked. It was a possessive look. A dominating look and a lustful look all at once. If I had been firming up to Josh, I was unexpectedly getting even more aroused by the new arrival. “Robert,” he said with a big smile, “I think we need to get to know each other better.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: BarbarianSpy
• Release date: Mar 26, 2011
• ISBN: 9781921879470

Sabb

Sabb, once an accountant and sometime property developer, is a wild barbarian at heart and knows that love is out there of you’re lucky enough to find it.

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PART 1

Ghostly Incident

The small village I had discovered by accident was like some postcard image of the perfect, quaint, old half-timbered village. I entered the old pub and immediately felt comfortable and friendly. The bar had a low oak-beamed ceiling blackened by centuries of smoke from the fire burning in the open hearth to one side, by pipe smoke, and, in recent years, by the smoke of cigarettes.

The voices of its occupants made a pleasant background hum in the comfortable room, and as there was a small table vacant away from the fire, I sat down at it. The barman had been cheerful and fast. It’s only the best beer you’ll have here, sir, he cheerfully assured me. Made in the village.

It was certainly a good beer and also a good sales pitch. I knew it couldn’t be true, because beer was made in big breweries nowadays, not quaint villages.

Yes sir, we have a room, the same barman had assured me when I first arrived. A young woman was called in through a door behind the bar and cheerfully showed me up to a small but comfortable room furnished with what looked like genuine ancient furniture as old as the pub building itself appeared to be. For a moment I felt I had stepped back in time. But the woman’s clothes didn’t support that view. There was a peasant look to her outfit, but it was still normal.

Anything you want, sir, just ask. Breakfast is from 7:00 to 8:00 AM in the dining room. We do a traditional breakfast. Hot and filling. We aim to please, sir, she added with a saucy smile. If I had been interested in a pretty young woman, I wondered how far her aim to please might have gone.

I found an old-fashioned bathroom along the corridor and freshened up before I went back down the narrow stairs and reentered the bar. Very nice, I thought. A very nice and unexpected surprise to find such an historic and friendly place. I would have to note it down and let my friends know about it. The small forest I had driven through just before arriving also promised some unspoilt walking trails. And the village itself, well, I wondered what TV shows or movies had been filmed there. It was too perfect not to have made it onto the screen at some stage.

I had not long been seated when a very smart-looking young man in a loose shirt and baggy pants separated himself from a group at the bar and moved towards me. Mind if I join you, sir? he asked with a broad smile.

Yes, of course, please do join me, I said, indicating the three empty eats at the small table. He introduced himself as Josh.

And what has brought you to our small village then, sir? We get very few visitors, as it’s not easy to find.

Chance, Josh, I replied, with a smile, more than pleased to talk to such a good-looking young man. Pure chance. I have no idea how I got here, really. I am just taking any interesting-looking road or turning and seeing where it leads me, though I do have to arrive at Holleystone Grange by the end of the week. And this quaint village pub is where the twists and turns of today’s drive have led me.

He gave a small chuckle. Ah, chance is an amazing thing, sir, isn’t it? His eyes twinkled, and there was some other look there that made my knees feel weak, though I was getting hard elsewhere. I was not looking for sex, but I hadn’t had any for a couple of weeks. I’d be back with Dale in a couple of days, though, getting plenty, and I was naturally monogamous.

Yes. Yes, chance is an amazing thing, but I must make a note of how to get here, as this is the sort of place I’d like to come back to. What is the nearest town? I asked him.

I’ll have to think on that, sir. There are several nearby.

I might have thought it was an odd answer if I had not been so taken by him and eager to talk after several days traveling on my own, but I was glad of company, and I didn’t give it much thought.

If you really want to come back, I am sure you will find the way, sir, he added.

I had vaguely been aware of the door to the bar opening and glanced up to see someone entering, an older man, very smartly dressed, and with a serious look on his face. I’d have given him no more than that brief glance if he had not fixed his eyes on me and turned towards our table. My companion looked up at him. Good evening, sir, he said and the new arrival made a small movement with his hand.

I’d best leave you, sir, Josh said, standing up and winking at me. I was going to protest he should stay, when the older man said, May I? and took Josh’s seat.

He seemed to be examining me in a very personal way that made me feel naked. It was a possessive look. A dominating look and a lustful look all at once. If I had been firming up to Josh, I was unexpectedly getting even more aroused by the new arrival. Robert, he said with a big smile, I think we need to get to know each other better.

I had no idea what to respond. And no words came to me until he had moved his chair closer to mine and, placing an arm about my shoulders, moved his face to mine for a kiss. No, I blurted out, as I pulled back in surprise and worry and looked about, but the small crowd in the bar didn’t seem to care. They were not oblivious to us, though, as I saw Josh smiling at me, or at us, and then stepping over. He bent over me and whispered, Just relax for his lordship.

I was stunned. This was a quaint old country pub bar we were in, not some gay club in Soho. And the days of the local lord taking who he pleased, whenever he pleased, were long gone. Josh stood back and returned to sipping his beer, watching us with a hooded smile. Meanwhile, his lordship had a hand unzipping my jeans as his mouth found mine and I felt myself allowing him a tentative kiss. I can only think it was the beer that took away my restraint. The background hum in the bar was unchanged, as if this was normal. And perhaps it was, my confused brain decided, as now his lordship had my jeans opened out and my briefs pushed down and his free hand wrapped about my stiffening cock. Josh seemed to have moved around for a better view, and I felt a shot of arousal hit me.