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of hispunch quickly in hopes of quelling the tremors.Martinlooked out over the crowd, seeking him, and smiled when he found him,and Henry smiled back guiltily. He would have to let Martin know whathed done. Would Martin be mad that Henry had wanted to watch thesestrangers fuck? He worried that it had been especially stupid for himto watch them here in his own home, at a party where he was the onlyfree person in attendance, where surely everyone knew who he was.Would those boys be gossiping up and down 5th that Henry Blackwellwas some sort of dirty queer who liked to watch?Arthurhad returned to his position on the sidelines and he watched as Tomdanced past with the red-haired girl. He looked up and saw Henry andstood up a little straighter.Sir.Can I do anything for you, Sir?No,just enjoy your party, Henry told him.Afterthe tune, a waltz, came to an end, Henry got more punchthe pinkthis timeand returned to his spot. There was an empty chair so hesat, his back tender from standing so long, and he wondered howMartin fared, how tired he might be.Tomappeared, sidling up to Arthur and whispering in his ear. Arthurlaughed and put his arm around Toms neck. The red-haired girlapproached and tugged on Toms sleeve. He seemed happy enough tosee her and bent to kiss her quite passionately, but she went awayagain and Tom pressed himself against Arthur and held him tight,seeming exceedingly fond.Henrystood up again, bending back a little bit to stretch, and Tom noticedhim there.Mr.Blackwell, he said. Do you need anything, Sir? Im afraidIve been neglecting my duties in regards to you.No,youre fine, Henry insisted, blushing. Enjoy the party. I canlook after myself for a bit.Yourevery easygoing, Sir, Tom noted. No wonder Martin is so fond ofyou.Henryfelt his face grow even hotter at this compliment, at the idea thatTom thought Martin especially attached to him.Henrywas wondering how much longer Martin would have to play when Martinmade an announcement. A polka ended and Martin called out, Thisnext tune will be the last of the evening. Thank you for being suchan appreciative audience. There was scattered applause as the bandbegan playing the final waltz.Billyand Jane appeared, their crowns dropping petals with every step, andtook a last turn around the floor. Arthur and Tom kissed and kissed.The tawny-haired boy and his dark-haired friend reappeared, botheyeing Henry curiously, and Henry pretended adamantly that he did notsee them. Martin looked over at him, seeming happy but exhausted, andHenry was glad he was literally minutes away from being done with hiswork.Themusic reached a crescendo, and Martin lifted his bow from the stringswith a dramatic flourish, and he bowed as Billy and Jane clapped andthen the rest of the audience joined in. Henry clapped as loudly ashe could and joined in the calls of Bravo!Arthur and Tom pushed through the crowd, making a beeline for Jerry,and Henry realized he could do the same for Martin, althoughobviously he wouldnt be able to kiss him in front of all thesepeople.Whenhe reached the front of the room, Martin was flipping the latches onhis violin case. His hair was
coming loose from its tail and helooked overall disheveled and tired, but his smile when he saw Henrywas dazzling.Heleaned close, his hand on Henrys shoulder. Sir, Im so readyto be alone with you.Wecan go now, Henry said. Pack up your violin and lets leave.Ihave to chat a minute with the others, Sir, Martin saidregretfully. I have to be polite.Jerrywas sitting on the piano bench between Tom and Arthur, kissing oneand then the other, his arms around both. Mr. John was receivingattentions from a much-younger man, and Homer was drinking a glass ofpunch brought by a lady-friend. It was unusual, obviously, thatMartins chief admirer was his master.Henrystood by while Martin chatted with Billy and Jane, then with theother musicians, then with Tom, who threw his arms around Martin andgave him a hug that was more than friendly while he whisperedintently in his ear. Martin laughed at whatever he said and pushedhim gently away.Oh,thats not true, he said, shaking his head.Henrysuspected that whatever Tom had said would infuriate him, and hedidnt want to be angry, so he didnt ask.Asthe crowd dispersed, people filing out the door, the tawny boy andhis friend hung around watching Henry and whispering to one another.Whoare those boys, Sir? They keep staring at you. Should I tell them togo?Letsjust ignore them, Henry said, reddening. Ill tell youlater.Martinfrowned, clearly bothered, but said nothing more. Lets go bythe food on our way out, please, Sir. I want more cakes if there areany left.Therewere indeed cakes, and Martin took two, careful not to crumble themas they climbed the back stairs to the second floor. Inside Henrysroom, Martin immediately went to put his jacket and violin in hisbedroom and then returned with the cakes.Eatsome of this, Henry. Eat it from my hand. He held out a piece ofcake and Henry took it from his fingers with his lips.Nowyou do the same for me, Feed it to me.Henrydid as Martin asked. What are we doing?Itsfor lovers. You feed it to the one you want to stake a claim to.He offered Henry a second morsel of cake, and Henry remembered seeingTom and Arthur plying Jerry with cake and punch.SoIm the one you want, then? He held a piece of cake for Martinto take and rubbed Martins lower lip with his thumb as he chewedand swallowed.Martinsnorted. You know very well that Im devoted to you. But you,Henry...youapparently met some boys at the party.Whatboys? Henry asked unconvincingly, turning a furious red.Thosetwo pretty boys who were snickering and whispering and making eyes atyou. Dont pretend you dont know what Im talking about.Oh.Them. Henry didnt know quite how to explain what had happened.They were kissing next to me, and I couldnt help but watch.Butwith the sly way they were looking at you, that cant be all,Henry, Martin said. What else happened?Iwent to get punch, Henry told him, and I saw them go down theside corridor and...and I was curious, so I followed them.Oh,Henry!Martin looked terribly disappointed.Ijust looked, Martin. Nothing happened. There were people having sexin all the bedrooms down there in all sorts of combinations and...Ilooked. They just happened to
look back.Martinslips pressed together in a tight line and his eyes narrowed. Oh,Henry.You promise that nothing else happened? They didnt touch you?No!Of course not! I was just curious, Martin. I only wanted to see.He tentatively offered Martin another piece of cake and Martin leanedforward to snatch it out of his hand angrily, his teeth grazingHenrys fingertips. Wh-why are you so upset?Martinchewed furiously and swallowed. Because you did it without me,Henry! You cant tell me that you wouldnt be upset if I did thesame.No,Henry could not. It was just an impulsive thing, Henry toldhim. It was stupid, really.Martinseemed to be struggling with his emotions. I knowI have no right, but I feel very possessive of you. You want me tosay that youre mine,but if you were really mine, you wouldnt have done that withoutme.Youcant just decide that, Henry insisted. I amyours, Martin. I may have made a mistake, but Im still yours.Thewhole time I was playing, I was thinking of you, and how youd bewaiting for me, but really you were off watching some strange boysfuck and werent thinking of me at all.Thatsnot true, Martin! And anyway, they didnt fuck, at least not whileI was watching. The dark-haired one just sucked the other boyscock.Didhe have a pretty cock, at least? Martin crossed his arms over hischest, sulking and keeping his distance. I hope for your sake thathe had a pretty cock.Ididnt even see it. The dark-haired fellows head was in theway.Martinlooked somewhat mollified, but still unhappy.Didntyou notice how they had our coloring, how they looked a little likeus? Henry asked. Thatswhy I was interested. When I was standing next to them in the mess,the pale one, the one with the tawny hair, he was making these littlenoises while they kissed that reminded me of you,and they were doing all the things I wish I could do with you,but we cant. When I was watching them in the back room, I had thisfantasy that I could do the same with you,but thats all it will ever be, isnt it? A fantasy.Henryhad had no conscious awareness of these things while hed beenwatching, but now, defending himself to Martin, he knew them to betrue.Theysaw me looking and I was so embarrassed, Henry continued. I wasafraid theyd think I wanted something more from them, and I guessthey did think that, but I just want you, Martin. I dobelong to you.Martingave a haughty sniff and considered what Henry said. After a stretchof hard thought, he said, They might have had our coloring, Henry,but were much better-looking, dont you think?Youare, certainly, Henry agreed readily. He put his hands on Martinsshoulders, which relaxed under his touch. Youre still the mostbeautiful boy Ive ever seen. He leaned in and kissed Martintentatively, tasting cardamom on his breath.Martinkissed him back. Toms much more handsome than me, Martinwhispered. Are you sure you wouldnt prefer Tom? He loopedhis arms around Henrys neck, rubbed his cheek against Henrys.Henryblushed at the idea of Tom, remembering Tom kissing Arthur and Jerry.Tom was very beautiful, but, Id much rather have you, hesaid truthfully. I just want to be yours.Ihate
feeling jealous, Henry. I wasnt raised to be jealous; itmakes me feel like a failure.Afailure? Henry kissed the skin in front of Martins ear. Howis that a failing?Itsnot for me to be possessive. Its not my place to restrict yourbehaviors. If you want to see boys fuck, I should be finding boys foryou to watch and making the arrangements.Henrycouldnt say he hated the idea of that, but hed rather haveMartin happy than watch strange boys have sex. If he reallywanted to watch boys fuck, he could bite the bullet and go to swapparties, for that matter, though perhaps they were both toopossessive for that to be a reasonable option.Ilove that youre possessive, Henry admitted. I dont evenhate that youre jealous. He kissed Martins parted lips andpulled the tie from his hair. I never expected anyone would wantme all to himself the way you seem to.Martinkissed him again and loosened the knot of his necktie. Thatswhat I want, Henry. You all to myself. Another lingering kisswhile his fingers worked the buttons of Henrys shirt. But ifyou want to watch other boys have sex, please say youll do it withme, that well watch them together.Ipromise.Martinpushed Henrys jacket off his shoulders and Henry let it slide tothe floor. The whole time I was playing, I wanted to bring youupstairs and ravishyou. Didnt you think of me even a little?Ofcourse I did. Henry unbuttoned his waistcoat and shrugged it offas Martin knelt and untied his boots. I was watching you andthinking about how you look when you play in the nude, how your cockgets hard just because you know Im watching.Didyou really think of that? Martin knelt up and unbuttoned Henrystrousers and drawers and stripped them off his hips. Did youreally think about me getting hard for you? He held up his handsand let Henry pull him to his feet.Ireally did. Youre not too mad to get hard for me now, are you?Henry held out his hands for his cuffs to be unbuttoned.Martinlaughed. I dont think I could ever be mad enough for that tohappen. I like having sex with you too much. While Henry pulledhis shirt off overhead, Martin kicked off his own boots, trousers anddrawers. Henry watched as Martin took off his own shirt and theystood there a moment looking at each other naked, pleased and alittle shy. See, Martin said, making a little gesture towardhis hard prick. Im not too mad.Henrystepped forward, drew Martin close, and ran his hands all overMartins back and perfect ass. Neither of those boys at the partycould compare to his Martin. What did you want to have happen?Tell me what to do.Geton the bed, on your back. Martin gave him a little push. Henry satdown on the edge of the bed, leaned back and swung his legs up. Heshifted towards the center of the bed, where he lay propped up on hiselbows, watching as Martin climbed up after him and straddled hiships. This is how I pictured it. Id get you upstairs and putyou on your back and have my way with you.Youdput me on my back? Youd
just climb on and use me?Martinlaughed and shoved his shoulders. Yes! Lie back, Henry!Henrylay all the way down and took hold of Martins hips, lifting hisown against Martins weight. All you need is for me to be hardfor you?Martinreached for the drawer of the nightstand and retrieved the oilbottle. Thats all I need. He grinned and stroked Henryscock affectionately. I can do the rest.Henrylaughed, too. Im capable of a lot more than...than dildoservice, you know.Martinwet his fingers and reached back to oil his hole. I know whatyoure capable of, Martin assured him. But I need you to letme do this.Whateveryou want, Martin. Whatever you need me to do.Martinleaned forward and kissed Henry thoroughly, his mouth very wet, andhe kept a hand braced on Henrys shoulder as he used his other handto oil Henrys cock and hold it in position. He sat back on it, amoments hard squeeze on the head before it slid inside, whereeverything was molten and pressured, slippery and tight, the grip ofMartins hole just slick enough with oil that the heavy dragagainst Henrys skin was intensely pleasurable. Henry concentratedon his breath, on the feeling of Martins body molded around hiscock, and watched as Martin moved, lifting and lowering, tilting hiships. Martin sighed and let his head fall forward, hair hanging likea curtain before his handsome face, then lifted his chin to look atHenry, wide-eyed and serious and seeming so vulnerable. With a littlemoan, he let his head roll back, exposing the length of his throat,and ran his hands over his chest and belly as he rode Henry harder.Henryput his hand on Martins cock and Martin shuddered as a thick surgeof clear fluid slicked the head beneath Henrys thumb.Illcome so quick if you touch me, Martin said in breathy warning.Iwant to feel it, Henry assured him, rolling the fat head betweenhis fingers. On my skin.Martinwhimpered and came down harder against Henrys hips. Tell meagain, Henry.Iwant you to come on my chest. I want to see your face when you come.Martinmoaned, the long muscles in his thighs trembling. Oh, god, Henry,Henry, are you close?Imright there with you, Henry promised. All it would take for himwould be to see Martin caught up in it and hed come, too.Martinbent forward and kissed him, hungry and insistent, and Henry thoughtof the strange boys kissing at the party and felt a hard surge ofblood to his cock. He felt guilty but also somewhat pleasantlynaughty for thinking of them at such a time. It felt right that hecould bring the arousal hed felt in the basement into bed here,now, with Martin; that it wouldnt go to waste.Oh,god, Henry,Henry! Martin reared up, tossing his hair back with an impatientjerk of his chin, and juddered to a halt, teeth bared in analmost-sneer as his cock jerked in Henrys hand and he came in hotspurts across Henrys chest. At the first stinging splat of semenon his skin, Henrys vision went white and he arched up intoMartins weight and came deep in his ass, trembling to his verymarrow.Martinbent and kissed him again and Henry buried his hands in Martinshair and
ran them over his shoulders and back and pulled him close asthey kissed. Martin seemed content to let his spendings grow cool onHenrys skin. He rolled off Henry to lay at his side, his hand onHenrys hip.Didyou see the little red-haired fellow, Henry? The one who was up frontwatching me?Hmm?No, I didnt. Watching you, eh?Youwould have liked him. Maybe a little small for your taste, but sovery pretty. Bright copper hair, blue eyes, pale skin with just ascattering of freckles. Really, he was more your type than mine, butthere was no question he wanted me. If Id asked, Im sure hedhave come upstairs with us.Henryhad only had eyes for Martin and the worrisome boys after the dance;hed not seen this little red-haired seducer.Youcould have made him fuck me, or you could have watched me fuck him.Would you want to see that, Henry? Me fucking some pretty ginger?Uh...Henry didnt know. The answer was yes,except that it meant Martin fucking someone else, and doing somethinghe hadnt done with Henry.Oryou could have fucked him, of course, if you wanted to do a thinglike that. Martin looked as though he found this optiondistasteful, however. I think hes one of the Spanglersfootmen, Martin continued. If you wanted him, I could arrangeit for you. Or I could find those boys you likedIdidnt likethem; I only watchedthem, Henry insisted. And only because they reminded me of us.Icould find out who they were and get them for you. You could watchthem, or you could touch them if you wanted; its not so uncommon,really, for masters to touch even if it is forbidden. You thinkyoure the only one who wants to do forbidden things, Henry, butyoure not.Theidea of allowing Martin to procure supplemental bed partners was toooverwhelming. Did his friends slaves do this for them, find themadditional partners? Were they all gleefully and carelessly touchingslaves bodies? If Henry had grown up in a family where theydowned slaves for generations, would he be more relaxed about doingforbidden things?Illget you anything you want, Martin said. Im sure Ill beless jealous if only youll let me help you and dont go off onyour own.No,no, thats okay. It sounded risky and terrifying. What if he letMartin bring him some attractive stranger, some fiery-haired littleminx, and the fellow told other people that Henry had watched him,touched him? But thank you, Martin. Thank you for offering.Illdo anything for you, Henry, you know this. Martin seemedespecially concerned that Henry understand this, giving him asearching look before getting up to fetch his basin.Sundaymorning, Martin let Henry sleep late.Ithought you might be hung over, Henry.Ithink Im all right. Henry swung his feet over the side of thebed and stretched. He felt a little creaky, perhaps, but not too bad.How do youfeel today?Well,I didnt really drink, but Im a little tired. Im sure theyreeven more tired downstairs, though, having to clean everything uplast night.Henryhad not considered this, of course. Selfishly, he hoped that thequality of his breakfast wouldnt suffer secondary to the kitchenslaves being up all night washing punch glasses. Quick on the heelsof these selfish thoughts, he decided that he
would be willing tooverlook substandard offerings from the kitchen knowing how hard theslaves had worked for the party.Henrywashed, shaved and dressed and went downstairs to the breakfast room,which he had entirely to himself.Doyou want to eat with me? he asked.Illdrink some coffee, Sir, if thats all right. Martin went to thesideboard to prepare himself a cup. And maybe Ill have a scone,as well.Whateveryou want, Henry told him. He was relieved that his breakfast wasas varied and tasty as ever, with no negative impact from the slaveslate night, and so he was not put in the position of having to bemagnanimous.Martinsat beside him with his coffee and scone, and Henry smiled at himbetween bites of pancake.Wasthat what a slave party is normally like?Well,it was my first party outside of my House, Sir, so I dont haveanything to compare it to, really, but it was quite like parties backat Ganymede.Really?At Ganymede there was all the and here Henry lowered his voicesexgoing on, too?Oh,certainly, Sir. Martin nodded in the affirmative. But you knowour lives are different than yours, Sir. In some particular ways, wehave more freedoms.Henrywanted his life and Martins to be the same, for them to have thesame freedoms, the same amount of leeway, and felt jealous againthinking of how wantonly Arthur had kissed Tom, how delighted Jerryhad been to kiss them both.Iknow this party was a little different, though, Sir, in that yourfather allowed it to be held here, at your house. Usually, slaveparties are held downtown at dance halls or other rented rooms. Mostmasters dont want all the commotion on their premises, you see.Thiswas another thing that the head of an old family would know, Henrythought: not to have slave parties in the family home. Having theparty here had probably been nicer for the slaves, but he supposed itmight make his family seem tawdry, low-class. It might make it seemlike the Blackwells sanctioned all the indiscriminate fucking thatslaves engaged in.Howoften did you have parties like that at Ganymede?Notoften, Sir. Martin broke off a bit of scone and ate it. Wedhave smaller parties at Thanksgiving and Christmas, and another forspring equinox, but the biggest party of the year was always inAugust when wed say goodbye to the sixteens, the companions goingup for auction.Sothere was a big party for you when you left?Yes,Sir. Martin sipped his coffee and broke off another piece ofscone.Well,tell me about it!Martinleaned close and in a confidential tone said, Its not reallybreakfast room talk, Sir.Henrydecided to forego seconds and thirds and put down his fork. Willyou make me a cup of coffee to take upstairs?Ofcourse, Sir. Id be happy to.InHenrys room, Henry hurried to sit on the bed and patted themattress at his hip. Come sit down and tell me about your wild sexparties! he urged.Martinlaughed nervously. Are you sure you want to hear this, Henry?Ipromise I wont get mad at you, Henry told him. I know it wasall in the past. I know it was part of your training. These werethe things he told himself, over and over, though he couldnt helpremembering the fact that Martin had enjoyedhis training.Martinsat