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think.Henrychanged tack. Did you ever...did you do what the slaves were doingat Charles party? Two boys at a time? Did you ever have that, onecock in your mouth and another in your ass?Martinwent very pale and said nothing.Youdid do it.Sir,IDidyou like it? Henry could tell from the stricken expression onMartins face that he had. Is that what you like best, Martin,two at a time? Or more, even? Though Henry couldnt imaginewhere more cocks might go.NowMartin looked angry. No, thats notwhat I like best. Yes, I liked it, Sir, but it was just for fun, justboys seeing what their bodies could do. It was nothing like what Ihave with you.Whatis it you think you have with me, then? Henry sneered, prepared tofind fault with whatever Martin said.Ithink what we have is terribly special, Sir, Martin said, angrybut also a little sad. He cast his gaze down to the carpet. Ithink you feel that too, Sir. When we make love, its more thanjust our bodies coming together. I feel connected to you so deeply.He looked up at Henry, solemn and tentative. You give me so muchpleasure, Sir, and I come so hard for you; its like nothing Iveever experienced before. He put his hand on Henrys forearm andgave him a beseeching look. You must know Im crazy about you,Sir!Martinswords seemed so heartfelt, and so lovely, that Henry felt shy hearingthem. He did like the idea that Martin might be crazy for him. Youdidnt have that with anyone else? None of those Ganymede boys?No,Sir, I did not.Noteven Charlie?Witha sigh of exasperation, Martin said, Sir, you have the wrong ideaabout my friendship with Charlie.Hedid fuck you, though, didnt he?Martinhesitated a long moment. Yes, Sir. You must understand, though,Sir, it was part of our training. It was required of us.Henryclosed his eyes and took a deep breath. Did you like it?Martinhesitated, and Henry opened his eyes and looked at him. Sir...Youdid. You liked it. It was obvious this was the case.Martinseemed unhappy when he admitted, I do like sex, Sir, you knowthis.Tellme what you did with him.Sir...Martin was frowning, deeply uncomfortable. Please, SirDidyou do everything with him, too? Like you did with Stuart?SirHenryknew the answer without Martin saying anything. You did. You dideverything with him.Ina pleading tone, Martin said, But, Sir, its how things aredone. Not just at Ganymede, but at all the Houses. Its howcompanions are trained.Howmany times?Sir?Howmany times did you have sex with Charlie?Martinducked his head, hiding his face. I-I dont know, Sir.Itsso many you cant count?Inever kept count, Sir, Martin admitted. Then, in a hopeful tone,he added, But it was only twice that I was on top.Henrywas dumbstruck. He had always been so driven to be inside Martin, topenetrate him, that it had somehow never occurred to him that Martincould ever play the dominant role. That Martin had, and that he haddone so with Charlie,was a bit more than Henry wished to take in.Seeingthe look on Henrys face, Martin hurriedly added, That was alsorequired, Sir.Henrytook another deep breath. Do you want to...with me?Martinblinked and looked flustered. Oh, Sir! I-I'd do whatever you askedof me.
But I like the way we do things now! He looked as though hemight cry.Henryknew, he supposed, that the only way he seemed to get answers to hisquestions was by making Martin unhappy in the process, yet somehow henever took that into account before he started asking them. He feltterrible. Martin had done nothing wrong. The way he had been raisedwas so foreign to Henrys experience, but it was normal enough fora slave, even necessaryfor a slave. Henry had to get hold of himself, get his jealousy undercontrol, or he was going to make both Martin and himself miserable.Imsorry, Henry said. Im stupid, Martin. It was just...somethingthat Freddie said that made me wonder about your past, and then Istarted to worry that youre not happyImhappy, Sir, Martin said tremulously, his mouth downturned, and helooked so unhappythat it was funny and Henry had to bite his lip not to laugh.Willyou come here? Henry held out his arms and Martin came into themgratefully.Theyhad sex in front of the fire, Martin rising up and sinking down overHenrys cock at a slow pace while he luxuriated in Henryscaresses. He arched his neck, letting his hair slide over hisshoulders in a way that Henry found particularly alluring, and Henryrecognized he was putting on a bit of a show, giving Henry everythinghe liked. He breathlessly begged Henry to touch his cock, and whenHenry did so, Martin began to croon his name, the muscles jumping inhis belly as he ground himself down on Henrys prick. He stilledand came on Henrys chest and folded forward into his embrace.Theylay still a moment, catching their breath. Martin lifted his head.You didnt finish yet, did you? Should I...?Henrykissed him. On your back. Martin climbed off of him and laydown, and Henry pulled a pillow off the nearest armchair to wedgeunder his ass. Knees up. Martin bent his knees to his chest andheld onto the backs of his thighs. Henry petted his hole, pushed histhumb inside, then pulled it out, and pushed in two fingers and feltMartin squeeze around them. Henry told himself that it shouldntmatter how many other boys had touched Martin here. He bent andlicked him just briefly, and Martin whimpered and shook, a finetremor. Henry positioned himself and thrust in and Martin moaned hisname. Henry fucked Martin with utter tenderness, knowing Martinwouldnt come again so soon, but wanting to make it sweet for himanyway, and when at last Henry came, he felt very emotional, veryraw, and buried his face in Martins neck, his breath coming inrough shudders.Martinrubbed his back in little circles. Henry? Are you all right?Henrygot himself under control. Im wonderful, he assured him.Im going to try so hard not to be jealous, Martin, I promise.Maybeyou should ask me everything now. Every question you can think of,and Ill try to answer them all, and then we can be done with it.For the new year.Thenumber, if you know it. Thats all I really want to know now.Theylay curled together on the carpet, the fire warming Martins backand, after some coaxing and mental arithmetic, Martin admitted thathed probably had sex with about
fifty different people atGanymede and Henry was horrified. Even his worst case scenario hadbeen a fraction of that number. As part of that daunting total,Martin had had sex with every companion-in-training in his year,penetrating and being penetrated by each boy in turnbut so had allthe other boys, Martin assured him. It was how things were done, notjust at Ganymede but at all the Houses. In this way, the slaves wentto their virginal masters prepared for anything: any size of cock,any degree of enthusiasm, any position.Didyou only do it for requirements, then? Or for fun, also?Forfun, Martin said firmly, crushing Henrys last, futile hope.Because it isfun, isnt it? he said in his own defense. We had sex justlike we played poker and baseball. It was something we could dotogether that we all enjoyed.Henryfelt despairing. How was he ever going to be able to satisfy Martinover the long term? He was just one person, just one body. Martinseemed happy enough for now, and made such pretty declarations, butsurely it was only a matter of time before he grew bored of Henry andtheir staid two-bodied lovemaking, before he grew tired of Henryssingular cock. He wanted to know, but dared not ask, whether Martinhad wantedto participate in that New Years orgy.Pleasetry not to think about my past, Martin said gently, running hisfingers through Henrys hair. Ive said it before, Henry: itwas all to get me to this point, here with you. None of the detailsmatter.Doyou think it would it be better if Id had sex with other people,too, then? Henry blurted. Would I be less jealous? Should Ihave swapped you? Should I have fucked Tom, maybe?Doyou want to fuck Tom? Martin seemed both genuinely curious and alittle hurt. Tom is very attractive. I would certainly understandif you wanted to have sex with him.Henryhad indeed entertained a thought or two about Tom, but what he reallywanted was to see Tom and Martin together, and he was a littleashamed of this. His feelings were also complicated by his jealousiesregarding Martins easy friendship with Tom. He thought of Tomlying on Charles library table, his terribly white skin, his blackhair cascading off the tabletop, the little noises he made while hewas being fucked, and couldnt deny the appeal.No,Henry said, shaking free of the image of Tom on his back. Notreally. Besides, I cant stand the idea of sharing you with anyone,and none of my friends is going to just let me use his slave withouta fair trade.No,they wouldnt, Martin agreed. I dont think having sex withother people would make you less jealous, anyway. I think it mightjust make you jealous about a lot more people. Besides, II dontreally have the right, Henry, but I dont want you to have sex withanyone else. I want you to come to me always when you want your cocksucked, or when you want to fuck someones ass. I want it to be me,Henry. He ducked his head, hiding his face. Its not my placeto say such things to you. Im sorry. Im not behaving properly.Henryloved hearing such possessive talk out of Martins mouth. It
did goa long way toward assuaging his feelings of desperation. With aknuckle under Martins chin, he tilted his head so that he mightlook him in the eye. Youre behaving just fine, he insisted.You take such good care of meand Im not just talking aboutsex, you know. Youre a really good slave, a good person.Youre very attentive and you anticipate my needs so well, and youdo everything so perfectly that you always show me in a good light.He leaned in and kissed Martin, who did not look convinced.Butas to the rest of what you said, Martin, thats what I want too.Just you. I dont want to get married someday. I dont want tofall in love with some other free man. I just want to be with you,and I get scared that you want something different. If you reallywant to be with two men at once, I cant do that for you, can I?HenryItry to do everything you like, but if you want variety, if you wantdifferent bodies, theres nothing I can do about that, is there?Martinbowed his head again. Im doing a bad job, arent I, ofconvincing you that youre what I want? He sighed and licked hislip, then continued. Two boys at once is fun, I wont deny it,but at least in my experience, its not a relationship, but a game.It feels good and its exciting, but it doesnt build intoanything more. Its not like the sex we have, Henry.Youreally believe that?Ivesaid it many times, Martin pointed out, a hint of frustration inhis tone.Ireally want it to be true, Henry admitted.Thenbelieve me, Henry. Its true.Martinhad to go down for his dinner and while he dressed Henry got nakedinto bed to keep warm. Martin came to kiss him goodbye and Henryclutched his arm, keeping him there at the bedside.Imsorry, Martin, I really am.Iknow you are.Illdo better, I promise.Martinbent and kissed his brow. I know you will.Inthe morning, after breakfast, they went to the park at the appointedtime with their skates. Henry was looking forward to it, of course,but Martin was especially excited to try something new.Isit like roller-skating, Sir? I did all right with roller skates.Itsharder, maybe, I think, Henry told him. Youll probably falldown a lot.Doyou...do you think you might show me how, Sir? Just until I get thehang of it?Henryliked that Martin would ask this of him. Ill do what I can,he promised, but you know my friends might think its odd for meto do it. If they have much to say about it, Ill have to stop.Thatsall right, Sir. Im just happy youre willing to try.Theydbeen all right, it seemed, after their discussion the afternoonbefore. Martin had been affectionate with Henry, had sucked his cockat bedtime, and had curled up close with him, as he always did, butHenry still felt nervous, as if something had been left incomplete.Perhaps he was feeling guilty for making Martin feel bad about thingshe ought not to feel bad about.Therewere a lot of people moving through the park, many of them carryingskates of their own and bundled up in layers. He and Martin were bothwearing
their winter underwear, sweaters under their jackets, scarveswound round their necks, and woolen gloves. Martin had loosened histail so that his hair covered his ears for a bit of extra warmth.Their breath puffed forth in white clouds and Martin had spots ofcolor on his cheeks from the cold. Henry thought he looked adorable;he felt the familiar ache in his chest, that longing for Martin thatnever seemed to go away.Atthe lake, they searched for Henrys friends in a sea of boys inblack hats and black coats. Finally, Henry spotted Louis (veryugly) red-and-orange-striped scarf in the crowd, and soon other boysrevealed their familiar selves through colorful scarves. They madetheir way toward the others, Henry surprised, as he often was, by thesheer numbers of people living in the city, how easy it was to belost in their numbers. It seemed possible that he could skate intothe crowd and never be seen again, if that was what he wanted.Louisstood on the frozen shore balanced on the blades of his skates.Hello, Henry, Louis said as he drew near. Youre late.There was a chorus of hellos from other friends and Henry returnedtheir greetings.Henryturned to Louis. Im not late! he protested. Anyway, Icant be the last one.No,Louis admitted. But were just waiting on Victor and Will now.Everyoneelse is here, though? He looked around; it was quite a crowd.Yep.Oh! Guess what? Joshua came! His parents let him out.Itwas the new year: Joshuas parents ban on social engagementthrough years end had run its course. Henry was happy for Joshua,but uncomfortable with the unwelcome reminder of the chambermaid whohad been whipped for having sex with him.Martinhad stayed nearby rather than going to join the rest of the slavesstanding a little apart from their masters.Whatshe doing? Louis said, with a jerk of his chin toward Martin.Whats he waiting for?Myhelp, Henry told him. I said Id get him started.Whycant he get the other slaves to help him?Ashad been discussed at school the previous afternoon, only Tom, Julianand Alex among the slaves had ever ice-skated before, and even thosethree were no experts.Hecan, Henry said. After I get him started.Henrylet Martin strap his skates onto his boots. Nice and tight, hesaid. If theyre loose at all, it wont do.Martinlooked up at him. Does this feel all right, Sir?Henrywiggled his feet, marched a few tiny steps in place. They felt fine.Theyre good, he said, smiling. Now, do your own.WhenMartin had his skates strapped to his feet, Henry knelt down to checkthem and deemed them secure. The boys around them began moving towardthe ice, and Henry looked back and saw Victor and Will conferringwith Louis; everyone was there.Amongstthe masters, Charles and Jeremy were also helping their slavesnegotiate the ice, receiving some light derision from their friends.Ignoring Louis heckling, Henry backed onto the ice holdingMartins hands and coaxed him forward. Charles and Simon went downimmediately in a snarl of limbs. Jeremy and Raymond made it a fewyards before colliding with a stranger and falling to the ice. Martinlaughed at his falling friends and fell, and nearly took Henry downwith him. It took some effort for him to get back
on his feet,hanging heavily off of Henrys arm and laughing giddily.Sorry,Sir! he said, cheerfully apologetic. He was happy, though, hissmile dazzling, and Henry loved seeing him like this.Skatingbackwards and holding Martins hands, he did his best to teachMartin the basics of ice skating, and Martin was a good pupil, butall the while Henry was reveling in the physicality of what they weredoing, the hand-holding and clutching. He loved seeing Martinshappy face, the delight in his smile. He wanted badly to kiss him,and even enjoyed the wanting. While Henrys friends sped around thecircumference of the lake in small groups, and their slaves struggledto stay upright near the shore, Henry brought Martin to a point wherehe could move forward with some confidence, more or less in thedirection he intended, and he could come to a complete stop.Letstry skating a bit, then, shall we? Side-by-side. Henry offeredMartin his arm, and Martin took it hesitantly.Sir...Itsall right, Henry insisted. Im showing you how to skate, isall. Friends do this all the time.Theyskated along the edge of the lake, slow and tentative, but it musthave felt faster to Martin, who let out a whoop of excitement andthen promptly fell. When Martin got back on his feet, he held ontoHenrys gloved hand and Henry blushed, but he let Martin do it andthey continued to skate along the perimeter.Whatare you doing?Louis came skidding up behind them in a spray of icy powder. Youreholdinghands,Henry!Imjust teaching him to skate, Henry said.Doingit that way looks bad, Louis said, shaking his head. Youvebeen teaching him for, like, an hour, anyway, he complained. LetTom take over, will you? Come on.Henryshook his head. Just a minute. I have to take him back to wherethe others are. Im not going to leave him here by himself.Youretoo nice, Henry, Louis told him. Youre waynicer than the rest of us.Asthey skated arm-in-arm back to where the rest of the slaves wereclustered together, Martin leaned close.Thankyou, Sir. I had so much fun.Me,too. If the ice lasts, well come when its just us and Illteach you some more.Idlike that, Sir, I really would.Henrydelivered Martin to Toms care, and Tom seemed very eager to takeup where Henry had left off. Henry tried not to let that enthusiasmbother him. Louis, who had been hanging back, waiting impatiently,now swooped down on Henry and grabbed his arm.Comeon!Louis urged, tugging Henrys sleeve. You havent been skatingatall.Martin can take care of himself.Louiswas right about that. Martin would be fine.Theycut across the middle of the lake and met up with most of the otherson the far side. There were hundreds, maybe thousandsof skaters swarming on the lake, mostly men and boys, though Henrydid see a few couples and the occasional group of girls.Henryand his friends had been skating on the lake every winter of theirlives and all were at least competent on the ice. Henry was a strongskater but uninterested in racing or tricks, and Gordon seemed tofeel the same. The two of them kept up a steady pace while theirfriends orbited around them. Wendell and Freddie were constantlychallenging one another to racesto the next tree, or the
nextrock. Charles and Philip and Robert were in a contest to see whocould skate backwards the longest. Louis was a speed demon anddaredevil, and proved likeliest of all to crash into strangers.Jeremy and Daniel hung back a little, still unsure of their place inthe group. Henry didnt see any sign of Albert, David or Joshua butdidnt worry about them. They would all meet up eventually.Asthey neared the spot on the shore where the slaves had last beencongregated, Henry noted a man with a roasted chestnut cart parkedjust off the ice. He skated over, picked his way through the icy mud,and paid the man a few pennies for a paper cone of steaming nuts.Gordon and Jeremy did the same, and Louis doubled back and got inline. Henry skated ahead and found Martin laughing, cheeks pink, withhis arm around Toms waist.Martin!Martinlooked up and smiled. Sir! Im getting better and better at it,Sir!Comehere. Henry held his cone of chestnuts up for Martin to see. Igot you something.Martinskated to him hesitantly and stiffly, but it was clear he hadimproved even since Henry had left him with Tom. When Martin made itto Henry, he clung to Henrys arm with both hands to steady himselfand laughed again. Are those chestnuts, Sir? He pulled hisgloves off and put them in his pocket. I love chestnuts!Theystood at the edge of the lake and peeled and ate the hot nutsgreedily. While they were there, most of the other boys joined thegroup, and they either arrived with chestnuts in hand or quickly wentto get some to share with their slaves. The air was frigid, and Henryfelt the cold more standing still. Martins face was very pink fromthe cold, and Henry worried about him a little.Areyou too cold, do you think?Imsure Im fine, Sir.Idont want you getting too tired.Imnot tired, Sir. Im having fun.Whenthe chestnuts were gone, Henry could contrive no good reason tolinger with Martin. His friends were clamoring to get underway andhed become conspicuous if he stalled any longer, so he reluctantlyleft Martin behind, quite certain that Tom would step in to keepMartin company in his absence.Theymade a circuit of the lake more or less as a group before dispersinginto the general crowds. Henry passed a group of four girls and atall blond boy who had taken off his glove to hold the bare hand ofone of the girls. Something about the way the boy carried himselfseemed familiar, and as Henry passed he turned to glance at the boysface. To his surprise, it was Gordons Julian. Julian did not seeHenry as all his attention was given to the pretty girl whose fingerswere enfolded in his own.Itwas bitterly cold, and Julian was wearing a scarf like everyone else,so it was possible, even likely, that the girls didnt know Julianwas a slave. At other times of the year, slaves were immediatelyrecognizable as such because of their marks, but with throatsswaddled against the cold there was no visible difference whatsoeverbetween the short-haired slaves and their masters. Julian was veryhandsome, and he was dressed like a wealthy boy. If he wasnt aslave, hed be quite