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his rough cries abrading Henrys nerves. Jesse reached outblindly, clutching at Henrys knee, and Henry started violently atthe contact.Jessecaught his breath as Russ sat up, wiping his mouth with the back ofhis hand. Russ, Jesse said, petting Russ hair. That wasso good, baby, thank you. He drew Russ up so that they wereface-to-face and then kissed his forehead. He whispered in Russear, but loud enough for Henry to hear, Ill take care of youlater.Martinshand petted and squeezed, making Henrys cock harder andstraighter, and he wantedto be okay with taking it further, but he hesitated. He didnt wantto share Martin atall,was what it came down to, and even letting Jesse watch Martin seemedwrong. As much as it pained him to do it, he gently took Martinshand by the wrist, moved it off his crotch, and gave it a pat.Sir?Martins voice, low and concerned in his ear.Henryturned and whispered to him. Im sorry, Martin. I just reallydont want to share you, not even a little bit.Iseverything okay, Henry? Jesse touched his hand, and when Henryturned around to look at him, he seemed concerned. Did I upsetyou? Im sorry if that was too strange.No,Henry said bashfully, though it had been plenty strange. Itsnot that, really. I just...I dont think I can return the favor,Jesse. Not today, anyway.Jesselooked disappointed, but seemed to take it in stride. All right,then. Say, you dont mind if I write Elizabeth about this, do you?Ive told her about you and I know shed be interested.Henryblushed anew. What could Jesse possibly have written about him,anyway? I-I guess its all right. Someday he wanted to meetthis Elizabeth!Jessebuttoned his trousers and pulled Russ close to sprawl over his lap.I can see you want to keep everything all prim and proper in frontof other people, he said to Henry, but I have the feeling youmust be very affectionate with him in private.Henryfelt his cheeks burn hotter. I really care about Martin, hesaid stiffly, not exactly an answer.Ofcourse you do, Jesse said kindly. Anyone can see hesspecial.Therewere footsteps in the hall and a knock at the door. Russ got up andwent to answer it. After a brief conference with whoever was in thehall, Russ shut the door and announced, Youre wanteddownstairs, Sirs.Therewere lots of people in the parlors: Wiltons, Carmichaels, Bensons andHatches. Lyle was there, and Darwin. Eli was there with Owen, andHenry blushed remembering how casually Jesse had shared that Eliparticipated in these voyeuristic sessions with him.Thethree older boys were offered champagne and shared it with theirslaves. Jesse and Eli had a murmured conversation that Henry onlyheard part ofJesse saying No, hewatched me,in a furtive whisper. Russ and Owen stood apart, having a whisperedconversation of their own, but Martin stuck close by Henrys side.TheWiltons are an interesting family, Sir, Martin murmured, and Henrysnorted, amused.UncleReggie sought him out. He was a little drunk, which made him evenmore effusive than usual, more prone to expansive gestures.Darling! he cried. Little prince! I think I might just missyou most of all! He held a glass of champagne in one hand andhugged Henry with the other. Leaning in, speaking confidentially,
Mother said, but Pearl caughtHenrys eye and they were in silent agreement: the sooner thebetter, to take advantage of this momentum.Athome, Martin sucked Henry like hed obviously wanted to do inJesses room, making a spectacular job of it, and Henry felt badall over again for not letting him have an audience.Martinwas clearly in the mood to be watched. He lifted his head fromHenrys lap and sat back on his heels, cock jutting up. Wouldyou like to see how I touch myself, Henry? Let me show you, please.Martinshowed him, brazen and needy and so exactly what Henry loved, what hetreasured. Henry didnt like the idea that he was closing off doorsMartin would rather have open, but the thought that someone elsewould see Martin like this was almost intolerable. He hadntnecessarily wantedto see Russ with Jesse, but now that he had, he believed watching wasa lot more involved than it seemed on the surface, a lot moreintimate. He liked Jesse so much, and he believed that Jesse wouldobey any rules he set forth, any conditions, but even so, afterwardJesse would have a degree of intimacy with Martin that Henry wasntat all comfortable with. It almost seemed like it would be easier todo with a stranger, someone theyd never see again, the intimacybeing somehow transient. He wanted to be someone who would giveMartin anything, but he wasnt sure he could give him this.AfterReggie left, Henry began thinking about Valentines Day. Was it toosappy to tell Martin he loved him on Valentines Day? He suspectedthat it was, but then when?He wanted to be part of it with Martin, the whole silly holiday, thehearts and flowers. He wanted to be like any other boy in love.Hethought up a plan, possibly a first for him, as before he had alwaysleft planning to Louis or one of the others. On Monday afternoon,when Louis conveniently happened to be getting a parentally-mandatedhaircut and couldnt go with them, Henry suggested to Martin thatthey go to the arcade downtown and of course Martin was amenable.While Martin was happily watching peep showsnew reels in everymachine since last theyd beenHenry told him he was just goingto pop down to the newsstand to pick up the latest issue of AmericanAdventure,claiming that Charles had recommended a story to him.Doyou want me to come, too, Sir?No,you keep looking at the reels. Ill be back in a few minutes. Ifanyone bothers you, go to the manager.Yes,Sir. Thank you.Henryhurried to the newsstand and bought AmericanAdventure.Thinking that Martin might ask him which story Charles hadrecommended, he checked the table of contents as he walked. Villageof the Betrayedor Wolf-Man?Either would do. He crossed the street and ducked into thefive-and-dime, quickly making his way to the card racks.Ithad to be a love card, not a friendship card, not ambiguous at all.There were dozens of choices, but many of them pictured women orgirls and so were automatically out. Cupids were acceptable, butHenry didnt really want pictures of male children, either, andthere were no cards showing adult men at all for some reason. He hadto decide quickly!Hesettled on a brightly-colored card, not too fancy, with
little bit mine; Billy took care of mefor years before you came.Theparty will be held here, and its your house; you can do whateveryou like.Youknow what I mean, Martin. Will I spoil the party if Im there?Idont think so, Henry. Billy is very fond of you. And I would likeyou there to see me play for an audience.Ididnt realize slaves had actual weddings, Henry admitted,buttoning his waistcoat. Is it a ceremony like free people have?He thought a second, then asked, Or is it a Hetaeria thing?hoping that this would be the case.Itscalled a handfasting, Martin said. It used to be a freepeoples wedding ceremony a long time ago, but only slaves use itnow. He held Henrys jacket up and Henry slipped his arms intothe sleeves.Imexcited! Henry bounced a little on the balls of his feet. Iveactually never been to a wedding before.Me,neither. Im so pleased for Billy and Jane.Theyheaded down to the dining room, Henry still full of questions.Willthere be lots of guests?Everyonefrom our house and the Slattery house who can come will be there, ofcourse, Sir, as well as any friends of theirs from the neighborhoodwho can get the evening off. Both of them have a lot of friends, Sir;after all, Billys been in service seventeen years and Jane forfifteen. You meet a lot of people in seventeen years.Waitdoesmy father know about this? Wont he wonder about the huge crowds ofslaves going in and out of his house?Itsbeen cleared with both Mr. Blackwell and Mr. Slattery, Sir.Everything is being done very properly.Billysbeen in service seventeen years? How old was he when he came here?Billyand Paul were 17, so theyre 34 now, Sir.Theylook younger, Henry remarked, though I guess they reallycouldntbe. Say, arent most footmen older than that when they go to amaster?Everyonewants twins, Sir; its the most elegant arrangement. I imagine yourfather preferred to secure them when they were a little green ratherthan miss out on a matched pair.Theyreached the dining room doorway and Henry gave Martins hand aquick squeeze. Im really excited! he said again in a loudwhisper before going inside.Duringdinner, Henry itched to bring up the slave wedding to his parents,but did not think this topic would be well-received. He also fearedthat he if he brought it up, he would be forbidden from attending andpotentially scolded for his untoward interest in the doings ofslaves. If he said nothing now, he would be able to do as he pleasedon Saturday.Atbedtime, Henry fucked Martin with hard, steady strokes and Martinclung to him and gave broken moans with each thrust, his legs wrappedaround Henrys back. He pulled Henry down into a deep, wet kiss,his hands knotted in Henrys hair, and whispered sweet things inHenrys ear.Iwant to come in you like this, Henry whispered back, and thenIll make you come with my mouth.Doit, Henry. Whatever you want.Asthey kissed again, Henry gathered Martin close, no space betweentheir skins, and groaned into his mouth as he came. Martin strokedHenrys head and shoulders as Henry shuddered to a halt, and hetilted his hips against Martins ass, staying as deep as he could.With his skin still numb
and tingling, his cock still throbbing, heslid down Martins body until his face was between Martinsthighs.Henryintended to suck Martins cock, to finger him while he sucked.Hitch up your knees, Henry told him. He pushed on the backs ofMartins thighs with both hands, exposing his hole, stretched wideopen by Henrys cock, the skin glistening with traces of oil andHenrys semen. Henry put his hands to either side of Martinshole and spread it wider still. Impulsively, Henry bent his head tolick, tasting himself on Martins skin and inside his open hole. Hethrust his tongue deep into Martins freshly-fucked ass, deeperthan hed ever been able to do in the past, and wondered why hednever thought to do this before.Martinbegan babbling immediately. Please, oh, god, pleaseHenry let me touch my cock! Oh, thats so dirty,Henry! Please,let me do it. Please,Henry, let me come! His asshole clenched around Henrys probingtongue and he was wracked with shivers as Henry licked him inside andout.Justthis once, Henry murmured. You can touch yourself this time.Oh!Henry! Martin took hold of his cock and began to work it withfast, efficient tugs.Henrynipped at Martins hole and spiked it with his tongue and licked itup and down until every trace of his own orgasm was gone while Martingave broken, strangled cries and jerked under his hands. Henry thrusthis tongue into Martins hole, licked him deep, and then Martinstilled and called out to him and came. Henry gave Martins hole afew more affectionate swipes with his tongue then shifted to lie athis side, their heads together on the pillow, and curled around him,feeling extremely close and contented.Yousurprise me with how dirty you are, Martin murmured, nuzzlingHenry for a kiss.Henrysmiled against the side of Martins neck. It hadbeen dirty, and hed loved doing it. I dont know why youresurprised. Im just as dirty as any slave, Henry asserted,though he didnt know if this was even possibly true. Imfilthy.You bring it out in me, you know.Martinchuckled. Ive corrupted you. They lay quiet a minute more,Martin stroking Henrys arm, until Martin sighed and got up andwent for his basin and cloth.Martinsat on the side of the bed and reached to wash Henrys cock.Henry? I need to make something clear...Whatis it?Forthe party on Saturday Ill need to practice with the othermusicians. The practices will be at the Slatterys. Ill need tomeet with the others after school and perhaps even after dinner allthe rest of the week.Oh.Henry didnt like this at all and he thought immediately that hecould change his mind and disallow Martins participation. However,that idea made him seem so monstrously selfish that it wasembarrassing he was even considering it. Besides, if he were to goback on his word, Martins opinion of his character would bedamaged, perhaps beyond repair, and it would be extremely unlikelythat Martin would be impressed by any declarations of love Henrymight make in the near future.Oh,Henry said again. Well, I guess you have to practice if youregoing to perform.Hissullen acceptance did not go unrewarded. Im so grateful to youfor allowing it, Martin said gently, pushing Henrys hair backfrom his forehead. Its so nice what youre doing
for all ofus slaves.Imdoing it for you,Henry said grumpily. Youre the one I care about.Regardless,everyone will enjoy it, so thank you.Martinput away his basin and climbed back into bed. Henry gathered himclose and kissed his face.CouldI come to the practices? he asked, kissing Martins ear. If Ipromise to stay out of the way?Martinhesitated a long time. Well, Henry, you can do as you wish, ofcourseBut,Henry said. Theres a but, isnt there?Noother masters will be there. None of the other musicians know youlike I do, of course, and they would all be distracted by trying toplease you and being deferential, and it simply wouldnt beconducive to a good practice. I cant stop you, of course, but Imrecommending that you let it happen without you.Henrysighed. Martin was not going to allow him to behave like a spoiledbrat. Martin was not going to allow him to cling. Four days without amonopoly on Martins timehe didnt know how he would surviveit.OnWednesday, after they came home from school, Martin dressed Henry inhis regular clothes, did the same for himself, picked up his violincase, and kissed Henry goodbye.Iftheres an emergency, Im in the slaves mess at the Slatteryhouse, and most everyone here knows the telephone number, or Billycould run and get me, but, really, youll be fine by yourself for alittle bit. Ill be back to dress you for dinner. He pattedHenrys arm and gave his shoulder a squeeze.Whatabout your dinner?Imeating at the Slatterys. Itll be interesting to see how Cooksfood compares.Henryclutched after his sleeve, Illmiss youon the tip of his tongue, but he just blushed and said, Goodbye.Have fun.Alone,he did his homework, even a little of the Latin. He paced the room,then flopped on the bed, letting his feet hang off the side becausehe couldnt be bothered to take off his boots, and opened a book ofGreek myths, rereading the stories that had always spoken to him inthe most ringing tones, those being the tales of Ganymede andHyacinthus. Perhaps he should suggest that Pearl read myths afterdinner instead of insipid novels; the myths had at least stood thetest of time.Usedto having sex at some point between school and dinner, Henry put downhis book and took out his cock and boldly masturbated out in theopen, sprawled on his bed. He caught his mess in his handkerchief andwent into Martins room to put it in the laundry basket. Whilethere, he looked around at Martins things, not exactly snoopingbut noticing.Martinsschool bag sat at the center of the desk. On the corner nearest thebed was a book from near the end of the adventure series Martin hadbeen reading since coming to live with Henry, as well as a few backissues of Palsfrom the early days of Theo and Georges relationship. Henry knewthat Martins box of talismans was in a desk drawer but hesitatedto pry; certainly, it washis right, but he thought Martin would not appreciate his nosinessand so restrained himself.Heopened the wardrobe and stuck his head inside and smelled aparticularly woolen version of Martins smell. He wished he couldhave the smell of Martins skin with him all the time, the smell
ofMartins cock, even his less erotic smells. He just liked Martin somuch! Did other people have these sorts of feelings, these obsessivelongings? Was he really the only one of his friends who was crazyabout his slave?Henrynapped until Martins return and was ridiculously happy to see him,smothering him with kisses and making a fool of himself, knowing hewas pathetic but unable to stop himself from expressing his great anddesperate joy at Martins return.Henry,you need to dress for dinner. Martin pushed him gently away. Letme get your suit ready.Howwas the food? Henry asked, attempting to help out by crouchingdown to untie his own boots.Notas good as our Cook makes, Martin told him. But thats not tosay it wasnt good at all. He looked down at Henry. Maybe Ishould do that.Idont know how this knot got here... Henry threw up his handshelplessly. Do you tie them some special way? Am I untying themwrong?Letme help.Henrystood and Martin knelt, quickly untying and loosening Henrys lacesand helping him to step out of his boots.Seehow much I need you? Henry asked. You cant leave me alonefor too long, Martin.Martinlaughed. Its just a few hours at a time, Henry. Youll befine. He hesitated a moment, then added, I think youll berelieved to know evening practice has been canceled. Its far toocomplicated service-wise, you see. While down on the floor, heunbuttoned Henrys trousers.Henrywaspleased, but thought better of saying so. Who are the othermusicians? Henry kicked off his trousers and reached down a handto help pull Martin up to standing.Well,Homerthats the Slatterys coachmanplays accordion, and Mr.Johnthats Mr. Slatterys companionplays cello, and ourJerry plays piano. Some of the girls might sing, though theyre notrehearsing with us. He unbuttoned Henrys cuffs and the placketof his shirtfront. Take it off, please.Henrypulled the shirt off over his head and balled it up into Martinshands. Are you having fun? Henry wanted the answer to be yesfor Martins sake, but he wanted it to be morefun to spend time with him, though he could not think of an artfulway to ask if this might be the case.Itsnice to play with other people, Martin admitted. I alwaysplayed as part of a group before, you know.AtGanymede, Henry said. He held out his arms and let Martin help himon with his dinner shirt.Yes,Henry. At Ganymede.Doyou think I could visit Ganymede one day?Martinlooked confused. Henry, why would you want?Becausethats where youre from. Its where you grew up. Its whereyou learned everything. Its where your beliefs come from.Slightlyflustered, Martin said, Well, I-Im sure theyd be happy toaccommodate you if you were to visit. Your family are valuedcustomers.Youseem surprised that Im interested. Henry stepped into histrousers, pulled them up, and tucked in his shirt with Martinshelp. But why wouldnt I be? Youre so special to me, Martin.You know that, right?Martinlaid Henrys braces over his shoulders and buttoned them on in backwhile Henry buttoned them in front. I-I guess I do know that.He came to stand in front of Henry again, tie in hand. And youknow that our relationship is not what my upbringing led me toexpect. He looped Henrys tie around his neck and
held his lipbetween his teeth as he tied the knot.Isthat so bad?No,not at all, Henry. Of course not. Dont you know how I feel aboutyou? He smiled and tugged at Henrys tie, making it moreperfect. Im just surprised at the things that interest you.He got Henrys waistcoat out of the wardrobe and held it out forHenry to put his arms through.Henrywent down to dinner already impatient to be back in his room with thedoor locked. When, hours later, he was finally alone with Martin atlast, he lavished him with sex, wanting to remind him that what hehad with Henry was rewarding and was worth the time it took. Hewanted Martin to feel like this music rehearsal was taking away fromhis time with Henry, and to wish that he was with Henry instead.Henry knew this desire was selfish and crazy, but it was what hewanted nonetheless. Martin came twice, once in Henrys mouth andagain with Henrys cock in his ass, but if he felt that hed bebetter off not going to rehearsal because of this, he didnt sharethis with Henry.Thursdayand Friday went much the same. Henry read and jerked off intohandkerchiefs and counted the minutes until Martin would return.Henry began to wonder if his intense concentration on giving Martinthe best sex ever was having opposite of the desired effect, thatMartin would now want to find reasons to spend time apart so as toget extra-passionate fucking when they were reunited.Saturdaymorning, Henry went down to the breakfast room and found his motherthere eating a scone and drinking tea like a normal person would. AsHenry walked through the door, she was turned around talking over hershoulder to Pearl.Oh,darling, she said. Good morning. Pearl and I were just talkingabout Virginia and Dolly.AuntVirginia and who?Dolly.Her slave,darling. You know Dolly, Henry. Shes a bit stout and has veryelegant silver hair. Prematurely gray. I must say I think it looksterribly smart.Henrycould vaguely recall Dollys face, her general presence. Whatabout Dolly?Well,you know, darling, our Billy is getting married tonight, and hisbride belongs to the Slatterys, so of course theyll be living mostof their lives apart. Virginias Dolly has been married for severalyears now to a gentleman who belongs to their neighbors and Pearl hasbeen explaining to me how they manage.Oh.So you know about the wedding. He turned to Martin and said,Coffee, please, Martin, and Martin went to get it.Well,of course, Henry. Billy belongs to me, too. The slaves arent justyour fathers business. She took a little bite of scone andfollowed it with a sip of tea. I understand your Martin will beplaying his violin for the party.Yes,maam. It seemed that Pearl had told Mother a great many things.Youllhave to have him play for the family sometime, darling.Illdo that, Mother.Martinbrought Henry his coffee and told him what was available on thebuffet and Henry made his choices. Martin brought him back disheswith scrambled eggs with cheese and herbs, fried potatoes, bacon,sausage patties, oatmeal with brown sugar and raisins, and a sconepacked with currants and lemon zest.Youhave such a healthy appetite, dont you, darling?Imstill growing, Mother, Henry reminded her, somewhat defensively.Atall man can be