The Line Unbroken
Copyright© 2026 by Ring of Seed
Chapter 6: The Reclamation
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: The Reclamation - A bored young heir returns to his Scottish estate and discovers the real danger isn’t the ledgers — it’s the staff. Gardener, butler, stablemaster: older; married; rough. They take turns filling him, claiming the line through his hole. Consensual, campy, filthy, and completely ridiculous.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Gay Fiction Historical Humor Incest Son Father Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Facial Masturbation Oral Sex
By now, every swinging cock on the estate had claimed its piece of the heir and Angus MacKenzie, ever the dutiful butler, had kept meticulous records.
In a locked drawer of the silver pantry, behind the polishing cloths and spare napkins, sat the Male Staff Ledger (male only, naturally). A slim, leather-bound volume with gold-embossed spine reading “Household Maintenance – Private”.
Angus updated it religiously, each entry in his impeccable copperplate, coded for discretion but filthy in detail. James the slut reported faithfully after every session Angus didn’t personally attend: slipping into the pantry doorway; kilt sticky; thighs slick; voice soft and wrecked as he recited the facts like a performance review.
Angus would sit at his small desk under the lamp, ledger open, pen poised, asking calm questions while James trembled and leaked.
The ritual had become a kink of its own.
Sample entries (Angus’s private archive):
• 14 Jun, 14:32 – GH (Greenhouse). Participant: H. MacTavish. Duration: 28 min. Internal deposits: 3. Subject highly receptive. Leakage on tartan noted. Clean-up required. Performance: 9/10. Subject report: “He made me beg.”
• 18 Jun, 22:47 – LIB (Library). Participant: Self. Oral + internal. Subject swallowed 80%. Minor stain on rug. Performance: 9.5/10. Subject report: “Excellent throat control.”
• 22 Jun, 03:15 – STB (Stables). Participant: R. Fraser. Horse-girth penetration + crop application. Subject came untouched ×2. Saddle stained. Performance: 10/10. Subject report: “The whip ... god, the whip...”
• 29 Jun, 01:03 – Bedroom. Participants: H.M., Self. DP achieved. Loads: 4 total. Subject came 3× untouched. Bedposts used for restraint. Tartan throw ruined. Recommend dry-cleaning. Subject report: “Both ... deeper than ever...”
Two consecutive entries where the report turned into action:
• 02 Jul, 23:42 – Pantry (Silver). Subject arrived post-H.M. session. Report interrupted at “He fucked me over the bench, filled me twice...” Angus became visibly aroused. Ledger set aside. Subject bent over desk, internal deposit added. Subject swallowed remaining load. Performance: 10/10. Notes: Report resumed post-coitus. No further interruptions required.
• 03 Jul, 00:19 – Pantry (Silver). Subject returned immediately after above. Still leaking profusely. Report: “Hamish again, same bench, another load ... he pinned me down and—” Angus again aroused (more intensely this time). Ledger set aside mid-sentence. Subject lifted into full nelson position—arms hooked under knees, body suspended and folded against the desk edge. Taken at both ends (oral + anal) while held aloft. Subject swallowed final deposit. Performance: 10/10. Notes: Ledger page slightly smudged from sweat and overflow. Recommend new blotting paper and reinforced desk legs for future reports.
Additional reports with swallowing / both-ends emphasis:
• 06 Jul, 21:55 – Orchard Bothy. Participant: R. Fraser. Duration: 41 min. Horse-girth penetration. Subject swallowed initial load, then taken internally. Cum coated throat and hole. Performance: 10/10. Subject report (voice hoarse): “He made me drink it all ... then filled me till I dripped.”
• 10 Jul, 02:08 – Pantry (Silver). Subject arrived post-R.F. session. Report: “Rory in the tack room ... fucked my mouth first, came down my throat ... then bent me over the saddle...” Angus added internal deposit during dictation. Subject swallowed remainder. Performance: 10/10. Notes: Subject’s swallowing capacity excellent. Ledger entry completed without further delay.
Tonight, in the heart of the house, the grand hall at midnight, the final act would play out.
Angus had already prepared a fresh page:
• 25 Aug, 00:00 – GHALL (Grand Hall). Participants: H.M., R.F., Self + Laird A. MacLeod (pending confirmation). Objective: Complete reclamation. Subject to be filled to capacity. Performance: TBD.
The chandeliers hung dimmed, crystal catching the low roar of the peat blaze. The long antique oak table, where lairds had signed deeds and toasted births for centuries, now stood draped in the family tartan, already faintly stained from earlier secret uses. The portraits of stern ancestors stared down, their painted eyes seeming to wink in approval.
James entered first, heart pounding, kilt swaying loose, shirt half-unbuttoned from the day’s lingering ache. Hamish, Angus, and Rory were waiting: shirtless; cocks half-hard; eyes dark with hunger.
Angus held the ledger open on the table beside the silver quaich, pen in hand.
“For the historical record, gentlemen,” he said, voice calm and formal. “Time of first penetration: 00:07. Participants: H.M., R.F., self. Laird pending. I shall add your signature, sir, when you arrive.”
No words at first.
Hamish crossed to James, grabbed him by the waist, kissed him deep. Tongues sliding wet, beards brushing, the taste of tobacco and whisky flooding his mouth.
Angus moved behind, flipped the kilt high, fingers dipping into the still-slick hole.
Rory watched, stroking himself lazily through the fabric, hazel eyes locked on the scene.
They lifted James onto the table like an offering, back against the oak, legs spread wide, tartan rucked up around his hips.
Hamish climbed up first, knelt between his thighs, spat on his thick cock, and thrust in raw—deep, grinding, hairy belly slapping against James’s stomach.
Angus knelt at James’s head, freed his heavy uncut cock, and fed it into his mouth. The butler’s shaft sliding over tongue.
Rory stood at the side, stroking his horse-girth cock, then stepped forward to take James’s hand, guiding it to wrap around the massive length.
The rotation began.
Hamish fucked hard, wet slaps echoing off stone walls, growling breeding taunts: “My seed’s already deep, lad. Gonnae make sure it takes tonight.”
Angus thrust shallow into James’s mouth, the wet gluck of throat around cock mixing with the fire’s crackle.
Rory jerked himself over James’s chest, pre-cum dripping hot onto skin.
They switched: Angus taking the hole, precise and deep; Rory feeding his stallion cock into James’s mouth, stretching lips wide; Hamish jerking over his face.
The hall filled with sounds: skin slapping, low groans, wet sucks, the creak of the table under shifting weight.
Cum began to leak—first from James’s hole, then from mouths, then ropes across chest and face.
The breeding competition roared louder:
Hamish: “My boy’ll dig the soil like his da.”
Angus: “Mine’ll inherit the silver.”
Rory: “Horse-cock load. My wee one’ll have brothers and sisters waitin’ at home to teach him how to ride!”
James moaned around whichever cock filled his mouth, body trembling, holes clenching, skin painted and slick, begging brokenly:
“More ... all of you ... fill me ... make it a fight...”
Angus paused mid-thrust, reached for the ledger, flipped it open beside James’s head.
“Preliminary entry logged, sir. Deposits: three so far. Overflow noted on table. Performance pending full rotation.”
The door at the far end of the hall creaked open.
The laird—Alexander MacLeod, sixty-one—stepped in, dressing gown loose over his broad frame, silver hair tousled from sleep. He froze.