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At the center of the action, Tom was nakedon his back on the table, his knees up and his long, silky haircascading over the edge of the tabletop. He had more chest hair thanMartin would have guessed, and more hair on his legs, very blackagainst his white skin. His cock was a nice one, as he had claimed.Martin imagined it would feel good to be fucked with such a cock, butit probably wouldnt feel better than being fucked by Henry.Dickstood between Toms dangling feet and thrust into him in sharpjerks. Martin stared, fascinated, as Dick fucked Tom, the muscles ofhis ass clenching and then going slack as he made his thrusts. Thecontrast between Dicks cocoa brown skin and Toms milk white wasvery attractive, Dicks hands like dark stars spread on the backsof Toms thighs. At the command of one of the masters, Simonpresented his cock for Tom to suck, and Tom opened his mouth with agreedy moan. Alex reached for Toms cock with his left hand as heworked his own with the right. Even though Martin didnt like theidea of touching or being touched by Alex, for just a moment hewanted to be in Toms place, with a cock in his mouth and anotherin his ass. In his most perfect fantasy, he had two of Henry, neitherof them jealous, and they fucked him from both ends, filling him upand making him come harder than anyone else possibly could.Henrylooked shocked, his mouth hanging slack and eyes wide. Martin wishedhe could go to him and take his hand and reassure him, because Henrycertainly looked as though he needed reassurance. At Martins side,Peter began to strip and he nudged Martin with his elbow.Comeon, he murmured. Everyones been waiting for you.Itwas good to feel welcome. He looked to Henry for guidance, but Henrywas still staring at the naked slaves. However, when Martin reachedfor the buttons of his waistcoat, Henrys hand shot out and caughthis wrist, staying his hand. So they were notparticipating, just as he had thought. It was mostly a relief. Noneof Martins friends would put their hands on Henry, and he was gladof it; he would have Henry to himself awhile longer. He was grinning,inappropriately happy, and did his best to rearrange his face into amore impassive expression while Mr. Ross and Henry exchanged heatedwords about swapping.Martinfelt affronted on Henrys behalf when Mr. Ross kicked them out ofthe party. It was extremely ungentlemanly, in Martins opinion.There were better ways to have handled it. Simon gave Martin acommiserating look, and several of the masters looked as though theymight disagree with Mr. Ross decision. But no one spoke up forHenry, no one said he could stay and watch, not even Mr. Briggs, andMartin wasnt really surprised. The masters liked the rules theydestablished for their parties; they wouldnt bend them just forHenry.Stormingout didnt go well. Neither of them were familiar with the Rosshouse and they ended up in the kitchen instead of the entry hall. Ascullery maid had to lead them through the bowels of the house andfind them a footman to fetch their hats and coats.
and then we'll come down at midnight to set offthe fireworks? Paul had taken their coats and turned for thecloakroom, so Martin leaned in and licked the curve of Henry's earunobserved and whispered, I'll keep you busy until then, Sir, Ipromise I will.Climbingthe stairs, he felt giddy, effervescent. Henry hadnt wanted Tom,or Stuart, or any other slave. Henry was satisfied with Martin andMartin alone, at least for now. Martin would take that, and would behappy with what he was given.InsideHenrys room with the door locked, Martin felt frantic with joyousrelief and couldnt get their clothes off fast enough. They left atrail of mistreated garments inside-out and crumpled from the door tothe bed. Naked, Martin backed Henry up to the bed, pushed him down,and kissed him all overall the places Henry would allow, at anyrateand paid special attention to his nipples, liking the way hemoaned and writhed as Martin licked and bit. Henry rarely saidcoherent words in response to pleasure, but this time he said ohgodover and over in a worried whisper and then feelsso goodin a wondering little voice as he knotted his fingers in Martinshair and arched against his open mouth. Martin smiled against Henrysskin, quite sure it was the whiskey talking.Martinoiled Henrys cock and sat back on it, letting out a hissing breathat the intense stretch as it filled him. The pressure felt good, sogood, throbbing with his pulse and winding him tighter. He squeezedHenrys sides with his knees and rode his cock in triumph: it washis and none of his friends would touch it, or suck it, or even lookat it. None of them would have the opportunity to feel what he wasfeeling right now. They should be jealous, every one of them, evenJulian.Henrygroaned and clutched at Martins hips as Martin raised and loweredhimself over Henrys length. Martin folded forward onto Henryschest and kissed him and let him do the work, pumping up intoMartins ass. Each stroke struck sparks off the sensitive placeinside Martins body and it felt so good it was nearly unbearable.Martin moaned in Henrys ear and bit his neck, and it was just theright kind of pain to make Henry gasp, to make his cock swell evenharder. Henry seemed especially sensitive and abandoned, and perhapsthis was also due to the whiskey. Martin teased Henrys nipplesstiff with his fingertips and pinched them hard enough that Henrygave a startled shout. Twisting them, Martin scraped his thumbnailsacross the stiff peaks, and Henry cried out and came, arching upbeneath Martins weight.Henryclung to Martin, breathing hard, cock still flexing in his ass. Hishands ranged over Martins back, tailbone to nape, and his mouthwas searingly hot against Martins throat, his jaw, his eager lips.Iwant to make you come, Henry murmured in Martins ear. Get uphere, he urged, motioning Martin towards the head of the bed.Come fuck my mouth.Martinknelt over Henrys face and fed him his cock. Henrys eyesfluttered closed and he moaned, his tongue curling around the slickhead. Henrys mouth felt syrupy and molten and so close and tight.Martin made shallow, excited thrusts into Henrys throat andwhimpered when he felt Henrys fingers
push bluntly into his hole,sloppy and slick with spunk. Martin shuddered at the easy slide,feeling a dirty thrill. Henry certainly hadnt been trained to befastidious about fluids; he reveled in them. Henry made little gruntsand pulled Martin closer, fingers hooked in his hole, encouraging himto pump into his mouth.Martintried to be careful, thinking that Henry didnt actually want to bemadeto suck his cock, but then Henry reached behind with his other handand pushed more fingers into Martins hole, filling it tight andspreading it wide, and it felt so filthy that it made Martins mindgo black and blank for a shocked moment. Eyes rolling back in hishead, he thrust deep into Henrys throat and came with singlebreathless Henry!Henrykept his fingers deep in Martins hole while they kissed. Martincombed his hands through Henrys hair and looked into his eyes, andHenry was still drunk enough that he held Martins gaze and didntimmediately blush and look away. They kissed until Martin cameunmoored, nothing in the world but his mouth on Henrys, the heatof their skins. Henry let his fingers slip from Martins hole andMartin gave a little sob at the loss. He stretched out on top ofHenry and lay limp and sated while Henry petted his back andshoulders. They knew it was midnight when they heard the first shoutsand bangs out in the world beyond the windows.HappyNew Year, Henry.Henrysmiled and reached to tuck Martins hair behind his ear. HappyNew Year.Martinhurried to wash them both, and they dressed and went down to the yardto watch the rest of the familys slaves set off fireworks.Laterin bed, buoyed by sex and pyrotechnics, Martin remained exhilaratedwith the relief of having Henry to himself. Henry had so adamantlynot wanted to share Martin or to experience any of Martinsfriends. It was plain that Henry had only wanted to watch a little,just as he had obviously wanted to watch his cousin at Christmas.Perhaps there would be opportunities in the future for Henry to dosomething like that if he wanted; Martin would be happy to arrange itif Henry would only ask. They could watch together.Henrymuttered something in his sleep and his hands twitched againstMartins skin. Martin soothed him with gentle strokes and kissedhis forehead. Henry could still change his mind, but for now he wasjust Martins; he was Martins own.Hewished it one more time, for luck, before he slept.Wantonly me.
never a possibility, anyway. Henry had neveractually discussed it with his father, of course, but Timothy hadassured him that there had never been the least chance that Fatherwould have let Martin go to another family, another boy.Martinwashed himself efficiently in the bathroom and emerged with his basinand cloth. Its all over your chest, he said, nose wrinkledwith distaste.Henrydid not mind the fluids, but he let Martin wash him: chest, belly,cock and groin, and the fingers hed used to stretch Martinshole. Martin always looked happy to do it, and so fond of Henry, andHenry felt a sharp pang of desperate affection as Martin bent overhis hand and gave special attention to each finger.Ilove you, Henry blurted, the words expelled with awkward force.Martinlooked up at him beaming, his smile dazzling. I love you, too,Henry. He leaned forward and kissed Henry quickly on the mouth. Hepicked up his basin and went back to the bathroom. As he came backacross the carpet, he asked, Do you have homework? We could try tofinish it before my dinner.Henrywould have preferred to nap in Martins arms, but said, Youcould help me with the Latin, I suppose.Theysprawled naked on the bed with their schoolbooks. Henry had aparagraph about Hercules slaying a hydra that he had to translate forDr. Foster. He took a stab at it on his own before admitting defeatand letting Martin do the work.Yougot some of the vocabulary right, Martin said cheerfully. He spenta few minutes on the entire paragraph, referring to the textbooktwice to verify his work before handing it over. Read it over. Ithink Ive got it all correct.Imsure you do, Henry said. He began copying Martins translationin his own sloppy hand, intending, as always, to learn something fromMartins answers, but in reality simply copying with only thebarest understanding.WhileHenry worked, Martin got up off the bed. Im going to dress andthen Ill come help you.Henrylooked up from his copying. Is it already dinnertime?Iwant to go down a little early so I can speak to Mr. Tim beforehand.Are you coming with me?Henrydid not want to go, but he didnt see how he could get out of itand maintain Martins good opinion of him. Besides, Freddie haddone the honorable thing by coming to Henry, and Henry felt he owedit to his friend to pass along the information.Yes,Im coming.Bythe time Martin returned to Henrys room fully dressed, Henry hadfinished with his paragraph. He got up and let himself be dressed.Martin?Hmm?Martin adjusted the ends of Henrys tie.DidntTom use rubbers?Martinshook his head. Not usually. Mr. Caldwell said he thought Tom wassmart enough that he didnt have to tell him to use them, but Tomslike everyone else and thinks it feels better to do it without.Whatabout at swaps? Do masters have slaves use them at parties? Mostof Henrys ideas about party behavior came from James Briggs, whowas decidedly anti-prophylactic.Sometimes.Martin shrugged. Mr. Caldwell isparticular about them being used with Tom, actually, but hispreference didnt carry over into Toms personal life.Henrythought on this a moment. What about at Ganymede?Wedid it with and without. We were taught about preventing disease andrubbers were made available to
this did not bode well for Tom.Martinhad tears in his eyes and sought to hide them from Henry.Wait,wait. Why are you crying, Martin? Henry put his hands on Martinsface, turned his chin so he could look into Martins eyes.Martinsniffed wetly. Oh, Henry, its just that I know how much thiswill hurt Tom. I know he seems very cocky and confident, but hesactually quite fragile. He stepped around to help Henry put on hiswaistcoat. He had a boy at Orpheus he cared for very much andmisses him so, and Jerry reminds him so much of that boy.Henryconsidered this. If Richard hadnt died, then hed be out in thecity somewhere with his own master, and Martin might be longing to bewith him instead of loving Henry as well as he did.Itstoo bad, Henry said. Theres no chance hell see thatOrpheus boy again?Itsunlikely. Its possible he might see him in passing, but not so hecould spend any time with him. Its probably better not to see himat all.Illbet Freddie would let him see that boy, Henry said. Why doesnthe ask?Martingave him a doubtful frown. Mr. Caldwell already gives him suchlatitude, and it hasnt worked out terribly well, has it? Besides,the other boys master might not allow them to renew theirfriendship. Martin straightened Henrys tie. There. Perfect.Henrywent down for his dinner and all during the meal thought of thestable slaves and poor lovelorn Tom. His feelings about Tom werecomplicated. He was suspicious of him and his intentions towardMartin, but he appreciated that Martin had such a good friend, and heliked how they looked together, and he had fantasized and actuallydreamed about the two of them fuckingthough that seemed lessexciting in light of this medical matterand he felt a bit guiltyabout that. Hed wondered how Martin would respond if he told himhed thought of bringing Tom into his bed. Would Martin bedelighted or upset? Henry would do no such thing, of course,especially not now,but he wanted to somehow know how Martin would respond if he did.It would be a test, and an unfair one, since Henry knew Martin wouldfeel obligated to go along with anything Henry wanted to do.Henry,did you hear me? Father was frowning, his fork held midair.No,sir. Im sorry, sir.Timothytells me theres been some medical trouble with the stable slaves.Is there any reason to think your Martin will be inconvenienced bythis same malady?Henrysface was flooded with embarrassed heat. No, sir, absolutely not!Good,then. Father gave him a stiff smile. It hasnt escaped mynotice that youve used your slave very responsibly, Henry. Youreto be commended for that, son.Oh.Henry blinked. Praise from Father! Thank you, sir.Hmm.Father turned back to his plate and ignored Henry and his mother forthe rest of the meal.Later,Henry and Martin made each other come with their mouths and lay inbed petting and soothing one another toward sleep.Iimagine Tom will have a lot to say to you tomorrow, Henryremarked.Oh,I dont even want to think about it! Martin shook his heademphatically. It wont be good news, Im sure of it. And eventhough youwont say anything, and Iwont say anything, all the slaves in our house are
alreadytalking, and Im sure its the same at the Caldwells. Mr.Caldwell wont be able to keep it quiet. Itll be all over schoolin no time, and poor Tom will be humiliated.Icould ask Jerry and Arthur to keep quiet, Henry suggested.Thatwould be sweet of you, but Im sure its too late already.Besides, Tom isnt your slave, and people might wonder what yourinterest is. They might speculate that hed infected you.Really?This seemed a stretch to Henry, but Martin sounded so sure.Peoplelove gossip, Henry, and I dont want you to be the subject of anyof it. Wed best stay out of all the talk. He touched Henrysface lightly, fondly. I love you so much, Henry. I dont wantanyone to have the least reason to speak ill of you.Iwont give them any reason, Henry assured him, kissing him firston the tip of his nose and then on his mouth. It did occur to Henrythat the very thing scandalmongers would find most gossip-worthy washis love for Martin, but he believed they were doing a good job ofkeeping it private. Despite their constant talking, Henry trustedthat Martin had told Tom nothing, and he certainly wasnt about totell anyone himself. It seemed possible that theyd be able tocontinue like this indefinitely, never giving anyone reason togossip, so long as they were able to keep their love to themselves.Tuesdaymorning, as Henrys classmates and their slaves milled about infront of the school, Henry noted that Tom was red-eyed and wan andlooked quite despondent. Martin went to his side and Tom leaned onhim. The raw pain on his face made Henrys heart ache in sympathyand he had to look away. Henrys friends might not notice anythingwas going on, but surely all the slaves would see Toms distressand wonder what had happened. Martin had been right: the news wouldfind its way out.Itwas rainy and cold again, and after lunch boys congregated in thelibrary. The slaves stood together in a corner within sight of theirmasters but distant enough that the two groups could carry onseparate conversations. Martin stood with Tom, an arm around hisback, and Henry decided he would have to be okay with that. Henry satat a table with his friends, slumped in a straight chair, idlyflipping through a dictionary looking for interesting words but notfinding any. Louis sat beside him, bored and talkative.Freddie,Louis said, throwing a crumpled-up ball of paper at him. Hey,Freddie. Whats wrong with Tom?Freddiefrowned and blushed. Oh, I dont know. Its nothing.Helooks pretty miserable for nothing, Louis countered, flickinganother paper wad across the table.Knockit off, Freddie snapped, throwing the ball back at Louis with someforce. Its private, all right?Thisdid not, of course, cause Louis to respectfully withdraw hisquestions. Rather, it had the opposite effect, and then all the boyswere interested in knowing what sort of trouble Tom was having.Oh,leave him alone, Henry said, his tone disdainful, intending toshame his friends out of their interest.Waitjust a minute, Louis said. Do youknow something, Henry? To the others, he said, Martin isawfully close to Tom, after all.Freddieglared at Henry; Henrys attempt to be helpful had not beensuccessful.Wendellsaid, Why does Henryknow? Imyour best
friend, Freddie. He crossed his arms over his chest andlooked very much as if he expected an answer.Look,Wendell, Freddie said, Tom got into some trouble, and itinvolved some of Henrys slaves, so of course Henry knows.Louisturned to Henry. If Martins in the same trouble, why isnt heupset?Martinisntin the same trouble, Henry said emphatically. Its otherslaves at my house. It doesnt involve Martin at all, except hecares about Tom.Whyall this secrecy? asked Charles skeptically. I seriously doubtwhatever happened is as interesting as youre making it seem.Imnot trying to make it seem interesting! Freddie insisted. Iwant to stop talking about it! He got up and stalked away and Tomreluctantly left the curve of Martins embrace and went after him.Louissaid, So, HenryNo,Henry said. Im not talking about it. Its Freddiesbusiness. They would all know soon enough anyway, he suspected.Louispestered him for information on the way home from school and Henrydid his best to ignore him.Yourelike a stone, Louis complained. I used to be able to getanything I wanted out of you.Iused to let you boss me around, Henry agreed. Im not doingthat any more.Louissighed. You know Im just curious. I dont mean anything byit.Listen,Henry told him, I think youll know anyway in a day or two. Wordwill get out. Just be a little patient.Imnot good at being patient, Louis pointed out. Im your bestfriend, Henry. Just tell me and I promise Ill keep it secret.Theydreached the Blackwell gate. Goodbye, Louis. See you tomorrow.Louisgave a frustrated growl and swatted at Henrys back. Fine. Seeyou tomorrow.Theyclimbed the porch steps and Martin rang the bell. Billy let them inand took their coats and they climbed to the second floor in silence.Safely locked in Henrys bedroom, warming themselves before thefire, Martin embraced Henry tightly and pressed his face againstHenrys neck.Areyou upset about Tom? Henry asked. He looked so unhappy today.Hisheart is broken. Jerry was very angry and cold to him and Arthur wasalmost as bad. I cant even say I blame them for being angry, but Ido wish theyd given him another chance.Henrykissed his ear. Stay out of it. Dont interfere, all right? Idont need trouble between you and the stable slaves.Hetold them he loved them, Martin continued. He begged theirforgiveness. But they dont love him back, and they didntforgive him.Maybethey just need a little time to cool off, Henry suggested. Maybeafter theyve all been cured theyll feel more charitable towardTom.Jerryis so angry. Arthur is his treasure. Tom gave it to Arthur, you see,and then Jerry got it from Arthur.Henrysat a moment trying to understand what Martin was telling him.Martinsaw the confusion on Henrys face. Tom had the infection in hisprick, and he fucked Arthur and gave it to him that way, and thenJerry got it having sex with Arthur.Oh.So they were both fucking Arthur, but not each other.Well,no, but Tom didnt have the infection in his ass, so Jerry couldntget it from him that way, and he never let Tom fuck him.AndArthur doesnt fuck anyone?Apparentlynot. I think hes like me and prefers to be fucked. He let go ofHenry and shrugged out of his jacket. The only reason
Jerry agreedto keep seeing Tom in the first place is because Arthur wanted himand Jerry wanted Arthur to be happy.Butyou told me Tom was especially attached to Jerry. Henry let hisjacket fall to the carpet, as well.Yes,thats true. Tom is in love with Jerry, Jerry is in love withArthur, and Arthur is fascinated with Tom. Martin knelt and untiedHenrys boots.Butno one loves Tom. Henry was surprised to find he felt badly forTom. It was unexpected that someone so attractive would have anydifficulty securing the love he desired. He unbuttoned his waistcoatand let that fall to the floor, as well, and stepped out of hisboots.No,Martin agreed sadly, kicking off his trousers. Well, I do, as afriend, but thats hardly the same thing. He paused with hishand on the button of his drawers. Do you want to have sex, or arewe putting on our clothes now?Offeredthe choice, Henry thought he would always pick sex. Takeeverything off, he said. Ill be happy to have sex with you.Martinseemed well pleased with this decision and quickly stripped off therest of his clothes and helped Henry undress, as well. Martin hurriedto fetch the oil bottle, and they lay down together, warm before thehearth, Henry on his back on the carpet and Martin straddling hiships. Henry oiled his fingers and reached between Martins thighs,teasing his hole and watching as his cock stiffened to near vertical.More,Martin breathed, bearing down on Henrys fingers. Do it harder.He leaned forward, bracing his hands on Henrys shoulders, andspread his legs farther apart.Dontbe in such a hurry, Henry murmured, stroking Martins side withlong, soothing sweeps of his hand. Im not going anywhere andneither are you. He wanted to look at Martin a little longer,anticipating the moment hed push his cock inside Martins bodyand then savoring that moment when it came.Martinsimpatience was palpable. He reached around behind his back and tookhold of Henrys cock. I want to feel you, Henry, your beautifulcock stretching me tight. Thats what I thought about all day: howlucky I was, that Id go home with the man who loves me, and hedmake me feel every hard inch of his cock, andIlldo it, Henry assured him, pulling him down for a kiss. Everythingyou say, Ill do, Martin, but just let me enjoyyou a little, please. Let me look at you a moment.Martinsighed and removed the scowl from his face with effort. Stickydroplets of clear fluid had fallen from the tip of his cock toHenrys flat belly and Martin ran his fingers through thesedroplets and used them to wet Henrys lips.Youlike this, I know it. You love the taste of me.Henryblushed but did not disagree. He licked Martins fingertips andsucked his fingers, and Martin petted his tongue and then abruptlywithdrew his hand and wrapped his wet fingers around Henrysthroat, not squeezing but just holding him. Henry liked thepossessiveness of the gesture, but the implication that his breathcould be cut off entirely made him a little uneasy, and Martin musthave sensed this and let him go. He bent over Henry and kissed himwith wet sweeps of tongue, his breath coming in harsh pants.Youcould do