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He had cried himself to sleep many nights after histenth birthday, alone in his big bedroom and missing Nurse and Pinkyboth. The idea that Nurse might have been just as bereft without himand clinging to the toy for comfort was strangely satisfying.Martin pulled hiswatch out of his pocket and sat up, out of the curve of Henrysarm. I should go down, Henry.Kiss me beforeyou go, Henry said, clutching at Martins sleeve.Martin did so, thetouch of his lips very soft. Henry wanted more; he always wantedmore.Ill see yousoon. Martin got down from the bed and went to the door, turningto give Henry a little wave as he left.Henry groaned andflopped back on the pillows. He was aroused from the kiss butuninterested in doing anything about it on his own. He contemplatedgoing back upstairs to play with the toy circus with Cora, butdecided he should leave her be. What he really wanted to do was makeher play nicely with the toy, but based on the state of all her otherplaythings, that would be a losing proposition. He would just have toreconcile himself to her destroying it. He wondered if having Martintalk to her about it would make her treat it more gently, and made amental note to ask him to do so.Henry made himselfdo some of his homework, sprawled on the floor before the fire. Hegot most of it out of the way in short order, but then was left withonly Latin, and it was a daunting prospect.Henry tried hishardest. He worked laboriously over some translations about wickedfarmers and good sailors who were apparently engaged in some sort ofwarfare. Henry found the characterization of farmers as wicked alittle baffling, having quite idealized views of those engaged inagricultural pursuits, and also questioned why the farmers andsailors would bother with one another at all. Maybe if the Latinphrases made more sense, hed understand the language better.He painstakinglytranslated Mali agricolae cum bonis nautis pugnant asWicked farmers fight with good sailors and felt reasonablyconfident he was right, or close enough. He was willing to settle forclose enough.While he felt asense of accomplishment at completing the work, it had taken himnearly twenty minutes to translate just one sentenceand he wasnteven sure it was correctand there were nine more to go. He wasstill uncomfortable with the idea of having Martin do his work, butsince the last round of grading it seemed much smarter (and certainlyeasier) than struggling through it on his own. It was what Fatherwantedwhat Father had demanded. And if all of his friends weredoing it, why shouldnt he?When Martinreturned, Henry had set the Latin aside and was simply basking beforethe fire in his shirtsleeves.Oh, youredoing your homework. Do you need any help?Henry swallowed andblushed, but he told Martin the truth. Yes. I need help.Martin sat downcross-legged on the carpet. With what? Im happy to help youwith anything at all.Henry pushed himselfup to lean back on his elbows. I can do everything but the Latin.Thats all I need help with.Let me see it.Henry found Dr.Fosters mimeograph. Here. Its all these sentences aboutwicked farmers. Since when are farmers known for
neck.Dr. von Belcher,this Esteemed Initiate has captured Dr. DeSades escaped prisoner.Martin said in the butlers craggy voice, then took a sip of water.Vonderful,said von Belcher in a voice that Martin might have intended to beGermanic. Let us put him in viz ze ozzers, yes? He walked pastTheo, taking Dooley by the arm as he did so and jerking him alongwith brisk yanks.The Doctor fumbledwith a heavy ring of keys and slid an oversized iron key into thelock of the cell door. As the aperture swung wide, the inhabitants ofthe cell backed away, huddling together in the rear, clearlyterrified of the Doctor. At this moment, Theo cried out, Now,Dooley! Dooley shook the loosely-knotted rope from his wrists andpulled a knife from beneath his shirt. He lunged after the foulbutler and slit his throat, giving him only time enough to loose asingle hoarse, corvine cry. He clutched at Dooley as he went down,bathing him in blood.Theo cornered vonBelcher and threatened him with the dagger. Tell me, Theodemanded, where has DeSade gone?Von Belcher gave anevil cackle. Ill tell you nozzing! Theo gave him a littlejab with the dagger, but he only laughed again. He took a pill fromhis pocket and rapidly put it between his lips. I die for zecause! Still laughing, he began to foam at the mouth and convulseand fell to the floor dead.Theo and Dooley thenturned their attention to the captives, who were frightened andbewildered, and Theo feared they would be of no help in effectingtheir own escape. They had passed few people on their way into thehouse, but they could not count on such good fortune on their wayout, especially with a dozen weakened and debilitated captives toprotect. Theo searched the drawers of von Belchers desk and founda loaded revolver. He armed the strongest-seeming man amongst thecaptives with a letter opener.You have to wantto live, Theo said to the captives. I will do my best to removethe obstacles in your path, but it is you who must walk the path. Doyou understand? The captives all understood. The light of passionwas rekindled in their dull eyes.The girl was alivebut insensible. Dooley lifted her to her feet but she would not standon her own. She wore nothing but the lurid kimono and a flimsychemise. Dooley judged her quite beautiful.Oh, who caresabout the girl? Henry said petulantly. The girls never stickaround. No one will even remember her next month, so I dontunderstand why they bother including her at all.There must besome boys who like the idea of a romance, Martin offered gently.It is a more traditional outlook, after all.Hmph. Henrysulked and ate another piece of gingerbread.Passing through thegruesome surgery, the captives armed themselves with any sharpinstruments they could find. They met resistance at the top of thestaircase and from there fought their way out of the house in heroicstyle. Of their large party, only Theo really knew anything aboutfighting and, while Dooley was proving valuable, he was still mostlyuntested, and hampered in his movements by the need to support thebeautiful girl, who was growing more sensible by the minute butremained a liability.They should leaveher,
girlmaybe meant for Dooley, DeSades nefarious plans taking on moredimension...it was all great.Martin shoved apiece of gingerbread in his mouth and laughed when it came apart inhis hand. Henry felt such affection for him that he could hardlycontain himself. He tackled Martin, pushing him down on the bed,getting crumbs everywhere.Henry...Martin tried to sit up and Henry pushed him down again.Lie back,Henry said. Lie back and have your cock sucked. He began towork at the placket of Martins trousers, feeling Martins cockgrow hard beneath his fingers. For so long, fictional George had beenhis ideal of a companion slave, but his own Martin was a thousandtimes better.Lick my fingers.Martin held out his hand, crumbs and frosting on his fingertips.Lick them clean and then you can lick my cock.Henry wasnt sureif that had been a suggestion or an order, but he did it regardless,and gladly.On Saturdayafternoon, Henry and Martin walked up to the Briggs house. Henryunderstood that James should have been home by now, but there wasnone of James sort of havoc in evidence when Patrick opened thefront door. The smaller Briggses made up for it, however: Robbie andTeddy shouting at one another and little Edward wailing as if someonehad just told him there was no Santa Claus, which was in fact whathad happened.Alice was withGrandma Ida and Mrs. Briggs in the front parlor, next to theChristmas tree, but upon sighting Henry she went pale withmortification and ducked behind her grandmothers chair. Henrypretended he had not seen herit seemed the best choice for both ofthemand paid his respects to Louis grandmother, whom he hadalways liked quite well. Likewise, Grandma Ida had always been fondof Henry, thinking him a civilized young man and comparing himfavorably to her ruffian grandsons.After Grandma Idahad exclaimed over Henrys growth since shed last seen him andcomplimented him on his choice of slave, Louis impatiently tugged onhis arm.Lets go to myroom, Louis said, heading for the stairway.Henry stood preparedto head down the hall to the game room. I thought we were going toplay billiards?James is inthere. We dont want to bother him.Why not? Is hestill mad at me about Halloween? Thats crazy! Im the onewho should beNo, its notthat. Come on. Ill tell you upstairs.Once Louisbedroom door was closed behind them, Louis turned to Henry with hislips in a grim line and said, All right. You have to promise notto tell anyone at school what Im going to tell you.I promise. Whatis it?James is introuble.This did notsurprise Henry. James is always in trouble, he scoffed.Not like this.Louis lowered his voice. Hes been expelled from college forconduct. And he might have to get married to some barmaid.No! Henry wasproperly horrified.Yes. Idont even know what he did, exactly. Something to do with propertydamage and the things the slaves were being made to do at one of theparties he organized. One of them was hurt pretty badly, I guess, andthe owner is threatening to sue both James and the school. Of coursethe thing with the barmaid didnt help any. She missed hermonthlies and might have a baby, and hell have to marry her if shedoes.
Her family is making a big stink about it.Thatshorrible. It wasnt just horrible for James, though. Poorslaves. Poor barmaid. Henry darted a glance at Martin, who wasbloodlessly pale and seemed transfixed by what hed heard.Hes been holedup in the game room drinking and sulking since he got home last nightwith all of his trunks, everything he had at college. Hes onlyletting Joseph go in and out to bring him food. He hasnt talked toany of his friends, but theyve been calling for him and no oneknows what to say. Weve just been lying and saying hes not homeyet.Whats yourfather going to do?Dads furiousat James for embarrassing him like this. If James ends up married tothis girl and has a baby, well be tied forever to sometavern-keeper, and how will that look for Dad?Henry didntreally see why it should matter, but understood that it did. Notgood, he said.Hes ruiningChristmas, Louis complained. He takes things too far, everytime.This was entirelytrue, Henry thought.Louis turned then toMartin. Youd better not say anything, not to Tom or anyone, oryoull be sorry.Yes, Sir, ofcourse, Martin said, lowering his gaze and looking properlychastised.Annoyed, Henry said,Dont threaten him, Louis. He wouldnt tell anyway.Maybe not.Louis shrugged and chewed his lip, preoccupied with his brotherssituation. But I already know hes a gossip.That hardly seemedfair; Martin had only gossiped to cheer Louis up. Look, maybe weshould just leave, Henry said, fed-up. Are you sure you evenwant company right now?Lets playcards, Louis said, as if he hadnt heard. Its more funwith four people.Peter got the cardsand a tray of poker chips down from the shelf and they passed a fewhours in this way. Midway through the afternoon, Louis sent Peter andMartin down for some snacks and they came back with slices of yellowcake that Henry did not think were as good as what his own cook made,but he ate his piece all the same. Even with Martin surreptitiouslyslipping him chips, Henry eventually lost all his markers. Peter wasout next. Henry willed Martin to lose to Louis, to give his friendjust a little lift.Peter checked hispocket watch. Sir? Might I go down for my dinner?Louis waved him off,not looking up from his cards. Go. Eat.Henry checked hisown watch. It would soon be time for Martins dinner, as well.Martin needs to eat, too.Were playing,though, Louis said.Whos winning?Henry demanded.Louis did notanswer.Mr. Briggs is,Sir, Martin said. Ive lost the last five hands.Louis frowned at hispile of markers, then Martins. Wed have to count our chipsto know for sure.So Louis wins,Henry said, pretending he hadnt heard Louis. He stood and said,Come on, Martin. Lets get you home.Louis seemed vaguelydisgruntled at the way Henry hustled Martin out the door, but he didnot protest their departure.On the way home,Martin said, Thank you, Sir. Im sure I would have been playingfor hours if you hadnt intervened.I feel bad forLouis, Henry said, but thats no reason for you to gohungry. He paused and then said, I noticed you were upset whenLouis was telling us about James trouble.Yes, Sir. I feelbadly for the slaves that he hurt, and for this barmaid, as well. Idont
and shuddered to a sudden stillness, just the faintesttremor in his long thighs and his fingers knotted tight in Henryshair. Again, Henry took him in all the way, nose to belly, andswallowed as he came. His own cock throbbed, pulsing just short oforgasm, and he thought it would take almost nothing to make him come,too. He held Martins cock in his mouth for as long as Martin wouldlet him do it but, as always, he was too sensitive to tolerate it forlong.Thats enough.Martin stroked Henrys hair, patted his head. Oh, Henry, thatwas so good. He crouched down in front of Henry on shakylegs and kissed him, tasting himself in every corner of Henrysmouth, his arms looped around Henrys neck. He broke the kiss andasked, What about you? You must want to come, too.Henry didwant to come. Let me fuck you.Anything youwant. Martin stood up, then bent over and removed his boots andkicked off his hobbling trousers and drawers. What about yourclothes? He offered Henry a hand and helped him stand, then felthis cock through fabric and squeezed. Ill just help you withyour boots. He knelt at Henrys feet and began loosening hislaces.Henry unbuttoned hisbraces. He yanked at the front placket of his dinner shirt, forcingthe studs out of the stiffly-starched bib. He stripped off hisundershirt while Martin reached up and unbuttoned his trousers andthen his drawers.Martin knelt up andkissed his cock. Do you want me here or on the bed?Lets get onthe bed. Now it was his turn to help Martin get to his feet.Martin crossed tothe bed and lay down with his knees drawn up, his expressionexpectant and eager. Do you want me to get myself ready for you?Henry smiled andshook his head as he came to join him. Ill do it. He likedto feel the clutch of Martins asshole around his oiled fingers,liked to see the look on Martins face as he slid his fingersinside. He got the bottle of oil out of the nightstand drawer and satback on his heels between Martins feet.Have you beenhard for me all this time? Martin propped himself up on his elbowand reached for Henrys cock with his other hand, petting the slickhead so fondly.Yes, Henryadmitted, face flushing with the admission. I love sucking yourcock.Kiss me, Henry,Martin urged, reaching for him. I have to kiss you for saying athing like that.Henry bent over himand they kissed, Martins mouth hungry and urgent, his handsranging over Henrys back.Let me get youready, Henry said, breaking the kiss. He wanted to come; he wantedto feel Martin gripping him tight, hot and slick. He was a littlecareless in preparing Martin, pushing two oiled fingers into his bodyand then almost immediately adding a third. Martin licked his lip andspread his legs farther apart and made a little sound, not so muchpained as intrigued, and tilted his hips to meet the pressure ofHenrys hand.You dont needto wait, Martin assured him. Itll feel so good if you fuckme now.Henry chose tobelieve him, though he suspected it might hurt him a little, too. Heoiled his cock and lined himself up and drove inside,
and Martin letout a long hissing breath and reached for Henry, wrapping his legsaround his back.Oh, god, Henry,Martin sighed. You belong inside me. He lifted his head to kissHenrys neck.Im not goingto last, Henry warned him. You feel so good to me. He bentand nuzzled Martins neck and held him close, trembling and readyto come.Dont holdback. Come when youre ready. Let me help you. He held Henrysface between his hands and kissed his forehead. What are youwaiting for? He pressed kisses all over Henrys face, a tenderlick to the corner of his mouth.Henry didnt knowwhat he was waiting for. He didnt know the words for what he wasfeeling. He began to move and felt his orgasm rushing toward him,almost ominous, as unstoppable as the shadow of a cloud passingoverhead. His actions slipped his control and he was overcome by adizzying combination of pleasure and panic and cried out,embarrassing himself, but Martin met his cries with tenderencouragement, loving whispers. Henry came, the inside of his skullgoing white again, and his hips stuttering to a standstill. He lookeddown at Martin, feeling so delicate and raw, and Martin looked backat him with his beautiful clear eyes, and Henry thought that it mightjust be possible that Martin cared for Henry every bit as much asHenry cared for him. If love was something more than this, Henrydidnt think he could bear it.They lay wrappedaround each other a few minutes, but eventually Martin nudged Henryaside and went for his basin.Clean, curledtogether and headed for sleep, Henry thought back on Jamespredicament and Louis dismay, and of how his opinion of James hadaltered over the course of just a few months. Theres somethingI dont think I ever told you about James.Whats that,Henry?Its a littleembarrassing. Before I met you, I thought I was in love with him.No! Henry, notreally! Martin was aghast.Henry laughed.Well, hes handsome, and I thought he was exciting! Hes soutterly without care. I wanted to be like that, too.Well, Im gladyoure not, Martin said firmly. Youre nothing like him. Iknow I shouldnt say so, but I think hes terrible! He doeshorrible things to slaves.What has he done,then? I know the others must tell you about what happens at theseparties theyre going to.Martin wrinkled hisnose. Awful stuff. At the Halloween party, he singled out Tom andmade him do things that I dont even know the names for. Mr. Briggsmade him take two boys in his ass at the same time! Tom was terrifiedhe was going to be seriously hurt.How did that evenwork? Henry tried to picture it, where all the limbs would go.I dont know.He hugged Henry tighter and gave a shudder of distaste. Im gladyou didnt share me with him.Henry had notforgotten James threatening to fuck Martin at Halloween, and even ifit had been just an idle threat, as Louis claimed, it had still beenexceedingly ungentlemanly to make it. Ill never let James oranyone else hurt you, he promised. Ill protect you always.I know you will,Henry.Henry thought amoment about the scenario Martin had described, poor Tom stuffed fullof cocks. So what he did to Tom, thats definitely not
usual, isit?Oh, no! Iunderstand that the parties your friends normally have are much lessextreme. Its only Mr. Briggs who goes out of his way to hurtslaves.What other sortsof things happen at James parties?Nasty things.Slaves are fucked in the mouth until they throw up. Slaves are madeto drink until they pass out and then theyre fucked by whoeverwants a go. Mr. Briggs goads masters to be cruel and dares them to dothings that they might not otherwise do. Terrible things like that.Henry grimaced,finding this quite disturbing. Why would a person even want to doany of that?Mr. Briggs isjust horrible, Martin said with conviction. Peter tells me thatMr. Briggs finds it all very funny.Peter doesntlike him?I dont thinkany slave likes him.What about hisown? What about Joseph?Well, Joseph isstuck with him, isnt he? But Joseph is tired of Mr. Briggs hurtinghim, so he helps him find new victims instead. Peter doesnt muchlike Joseph, either. He thinks Josephs a bit of a bully, too.What aboutFreddie? It had just occurred to Henry that Toms master wouldhave been there to witness Toms harsh treatment. Why didnthe stop James from hurting Tom?You know how Mr.Briggs is, Henry. Hes older and harder, and he has all thosemean-spirited drunkard friends to back him up. The young masters wantto seem worldly and tough to the college boys and end up beingintimidated into letting terrible things happen to their slaves.He shook his head, frowning. Mr. Caldwell didnt stand up forTom.A madman could getaway with doing all sorts of awful things to a slave in private, ofcourse, but Henry didnt understand how James was able to get awaywith tormenting slaves in front of whole crowds without anyoneattempting to stop him. He did it in front of the slaves masters,even!Arent you gladI dont swap you? Henry pulled Martin closer and kissed the sideof his head.Im glad youreso concerned about how Im treated.It was amazing toHenry how his opinion of James had changed in such a short period oftime, and it had all been through the filter of Martin, of caringwhat happened to Martin. It was as if his affection for Martin hadmade him more aware of the people around him, let him see moreclearly facets of their personalities that might have seemedinconsequential before. James had always seemed wild and exciting,but now that vicious, charismatic energy seemed dangerous, unstableand unkind. Henrys regard for Martin had made him more concernedabout everyones behavior and character, more interested indetermining who was a force for good, and who for ill.With James at homefor the foreseeable future, Henry would have to be more cautious inaccepting invitations to the Briggs house. He didnt trust James toleave Martin alone, and, although he thought he could win, he didntwant to have to fight him. It was better to arrange things so thesituation would never arise.At Sunday dinner,Mother seemed more alert than usual, and Henry caught a glimpse ofwhat shed been like on her good days when he was little, what shemight have been like when Father first laid eyes on her. She smiledat Henry across the table.Darling Henry.Mother's voice came out rough, as if