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all Henrys slickness, and took him deep.Itwas easy to choke on a cock like Henrys, and Martin liked to pushhimself to a place that felt risky, a little scary. He took Henryscock deep and Henry grabbed a handful of his hair, holding his headin place, and Martin struggled to stay calm while his body fought forair, gasping and spasming around the heavy length in his throat.Henry moaned with Martins prick in his mouth and the vibrationmade Martin shiver. He felt overwhelmed, so much sensation; themuscles in his throat clutched at the head of Henrys cock, and hiships jerked to push his own prick further into Henrys mouth. Hebegan to move in accordance with the dictates of these warringsensations, and he writhed and clung to Henry, wanting to be buriedin Henry, wanting to have more of Henry inside himself.Henryslid his fingers into his mouth alongside Martins prick and gotthem wet, and Martin began to shake again, knowing what was coming.Henry rubbed his wet fingertips over Martins hole and Martinwhimpered, pleading sounds, desperate encouragement. Henry pushedinside, two fingers to start, just as Martin liked, and Martingroaned around Henrys cock and squirmed, trying to force Henrysfingers deeper inside. He felt like he was coming unstrung;everything felt so good, and he felt so many different things:velvety wet suction around his cock, and raw, harsh pleasure fromHenrys fingers moving in his ass.Henryhad asked Martin to suck him, and maybe hed intended to finishthat way, but Martin needed Henrys cock in his ass, filling andstretching him. He let Henrys cock slide out of his mouth andunsteadily asked, Please,Henry, will you fuck me? I need you to fuck me. His voice hitched,almost a sob, begging.Henrypulled off Martins prick. Ill do whatever you want, hesaid, as he always did. He was such a good master, generous andundemanding, and Martin was so indulged. He was lucky, so lucky. IfHenry wanted another boys mouth on his cock, how could Martinbegrudge him that?Onyour back, Henry said, giving Martins shoulder a little shove.He got up on his knees between Martins thighs and leaned over himto dig in the nightstand drawer for the oil bottle.Martinlay trembling, his cock leaking onto his belly, knees up, handsgripping the backs of his thighs, spread open for Henry. Shamelessand wanton, willing to give Henry anything he might want, anything atall.Henrysat back on his heels and oiled himself. He contemplated Martinshole a pensive moment, then bent and licked him and Martins hipsjerked hard as he cried out. Henry put his hands on the backs ofMartins thighs and held him still and licked him over and over,shivers racing over Martins skin with each swipe of Henrystongue across his hole, and he was begging, please,Henry, please.Henry lifted his head and smiled at Martin, who felt quite beyondsmiling, desperate and breathing hard through parted lips. He wantedto say so many things to Henry, inappropriate things. He tried tocommunicate some of his extravagant emotion with his eyes,beseeching.Henryoiled his fingers and prepared Martin quickly. His cock was shinywith oil and his own fluids. He lined himself up and tilted his hips,and Martin moaned aloud as
Henry slid into his body, little thrustsas he eased his way in. He felt so good, so perfect, like hed beenmade to fit inside Martin. Henry knelt close, the muscles in histhighs flexing against Martins ass as he fucked him, and he feltso strong and solid slamming into him. The stretch felt incredible;the drag raw and intense, each stroke of Henrys cock making himquake.Ohgod, Henry, Henry,please... He felt so desperate, almost sick with wanting, and hefelt on the verge of coming, his pulse pounding in his ears andthrobbing through his cock, everything feeling urgent and wild. Hedug his fingers into Henrys wrists, holding on, buffeted andbattered by steady surges of pleasure as Henry pounded into him. Thefeeling crested, sharpening to a razors edge, and he shudderedstill and came, calling Henrys name as his cock pulsed hot jets ofsemen across his belly.Henrywatched him come and moaned, his cock swelling harder in Martinsass, always especially pleased when Martin came without either ofthem touching his cock. He fucked Martin a few more strokes, a fewmore hard slams, and Martin felt the hot gush as Henry came deepinside his body, cock jerking hard as he let loose the wounded soundsthat made Martin desperate to soothe and protect him.Henrylowered himself to lie on Martins chest, his face against Martinsneck, and Martin wrapped his arms around Henrys back and held ontohim tightly. What they had was so special, and he wanted to tellHenry that it wouldnt be like this with anyone else, wanted toinsist it, but it wasnt his place to do any such thing. He alreadygot so much from Henry that wasnt owed to him, to any boy in hisposition, and he should be grateful for it and not expect anythingmore.Justme,he wished. Wantonly me.Hewas grateful to his body for responding so well, so fortuitously, toHenrys efforts. Achieving release without the use of hands hadhappened to him at Ganymede, but not often, and he knew it neverhappened to most boys at all. He could try to impress upon Henry howunusual it was that it happened so frequently between them, but itwould require talking to Henry about his past experiences, and hefelt that could easily backfire. Also, Henry might conclude that itwas simply his special cock making this happen rather than thecombination of himself and Martin, and Martin wasnt sure thatwasnt actually the case. It could be that any boy Henry fuckedwould come without touching himself because Henry was so good at sexand his cock was so perfect.Henrykissed his neck and asked, Can you breathe? Am I squashing you?Ima little squashed, Martin admitted. I should clean us upanyway.Henrysighed but let him up, and Martin went to the bathroom on shaky legsand got his basin out of the cupboard. He washed quickly at the sink,wiping Henrys semen off his ass and thighs and his own off hischest. He took his basin and cloth back into the bedroom and sat atHenrys hip. Henry had his forearm over his eyes, but he lifted itand looked up at Martin and smiled.Hey.Martinreturned the smile. Hey, yourself.Hereached for Henrys hand and Henry let him take
it, his fingersrelaxed as Martin cleaned them. He took Henrys cock in hand andpushed the foreskin back and washed it thoroughly, and it stiffened alittle at the contact, uncoiling lazily, and Martin bent down to kissthe tip quickly, embarrassed by his affectionate impulse. Henry hadabsolutely no idea how special his cock was.Itoccurred to him suddenly that maybe Henrys cock wouldntbe so special to another boy. Maybe he really was made for Martin.Maybe another boy would find Henrys body and performanceordinarythough it was hard for Martin to imagine this, what withthe size and shape of his cock, its aesthetic superiority, and theclean, musky taste and scent of it. Martin had had familiarity with agreat number of cocks, and Henrys was, in his opinion, the bestone by far. That seemed like an objective fact, but perhaps it wasmore open to opinion than Martin believed.Youseem worried, Henry said, touching his thigh. Whats thematter?Martinmade himself smile and shook his head. Just thinking a bit.Nothings wrong. He set his basin aside. Did you want to getup, or would you rather nap?Henrystretched and made a jaw-cracking yawn. Come lie down with me.Well sleep until its time for your dinner.Martinwent into Henrys arms and fit himself against Henrys side. Itwas plain he wasnt going to get any answers out of Henry aboutswapping unless he asked directly, and he couldnt bring himself todo that. He was supposed to be the best of the best, and as such itwasnt his place to question what Henry might do. It wasnt forhim to bargain or argue.Hewaited until Henry was asleep and dared to whisper in his ear Wantonly me,making a wish. Henry sighed in his sleep and tightened his hold onMartin, burying his face in Martins neck. Even in his mostextravagant, improbable dreams about his life, Martin had neverimagined there could be anything so meaningful between a master andhimself. Henry had flaws, of course, many flaws, but he was perfectfor Martin regardless, and he couldnt help but think that he wasuniquely suited to Henry. He could only hope that Henry would feelthe same and act accordingly.Wantonly me.DECEMBER31, 1900OnNew Years Eve, upon their arrival at the Rosses house, Henrywas surprised that their footman knew Mr. Briggs, but Martin was not.Because Henry made it a point to avoid swap talk, Martin knew whatHenry did not, which was that most of his friends were in the habitof gathering at Mr. Ross house each weekend to trade their slaves.The Rosses footman knew Mr. Briggs because he welcomed him intothe Ross home on a regular basis. The parties were usually held atMr. Ross house because he was a spoiled and indulged only childand his parents let him do most anything he liked. If Henry had onlywanted to participate, his own huge, empty house with all its unusedparlors and bedrooms might have been an ideal location for parties,as well. Martin had thought these things, but he had never discussedthem with Henry and never would, not unless Henry broached the topichimself.WhileMr. Ross was welcoming his friends, Simon was welcoming the slaves.He was a little drunk, pressing a wet kiss to
Martins cheek.Wereall so excited youre here, Simon confided, squeezing his hand.Dontget too excited, Martin cautioned. You know Mr. Blackwell hasstrong opinions about swapping.Buthes here, Tom said, emerging from the crowd to put his armaround Martins waist. Thats a good sign, I think. Hisbreath smelled of gin and his touch was a little more proprietarythan was seemly.Ithink he just wanted to come to the party, Martin explained. Hewas almost certain this was the case. I dont think hellswap.Witha glance over his shoulder at the masters, Tom leaned close andbreathed Martin in. You always smell so good, he said. Is itcologne...?Itsjust soap, Martin said, giving Tom a firm but friendly shove.Dont smell me, Tommy.Whynot?BecauseIm not for you,Martin thought, but he said nothing and only shook his head. Haveyou had a lot to drink already?Tomlaughed. Ive had my share. He gave Martin a squeeze andwaved at Julian, who held an open flask, the cap dangling on a chain.Julie! Bring that here! He turned to Martin again. Youshould drink, too. Get in the proper mood.Hewouldnt get drunk, but he would let himself drink a little bit,just enough to calm his jitters. He was almost positive Henry wasntgoing to swap, and perhaps he should have steeled himself to ask andhave settled things once and for all, but now it was too late, andhed just have to go along with whatever Henry decided. He took theflask from Toms hand and put it to his lips, tilting it back. Ginburned going down, tears stinging his eyes.Feelbetter? Tom asked, smiling.Hemade himself smile back. Better, he agreed, handing the flaskto Ralph. It would be fine, he told himself. He would make sure itwas a good party for Henry. He would do whatever Henry might want himto do, and surely Henry would continue to appreciate him and his goodservice, and hed remain Henrys favorite no matter what elsehappened, no matter how good any of Martins friends might be atsucking cock.Hecouldnt bear the idea of Tom, his very own Tom, touching Henrysskin or tasting his prick, but if Henry wanted anyone, it would beTom, he was quite certain of it. Martin loved Tom as a friend, but hethought he might easily hate him if he bent over for Henry. Martinknew full well it wasnt as though Tom would have any say in thematter, but he wanted him to refuse anyway.Mr.Ross recruited some of his friends to infiltrate the adult party tosteal liquor, and when they returned with their plunder, there werebottles for the slaves as well as the masters. Will came to standbefore them with a bottle of gin, which Tom took from his hand. Imexcited Mr. Blackwells here, Will said, and, judging from hisavid expression, this was quite true. I think hes so handsome.Heis, Martin agreed stiffly.Putin a good word for me, will you? Im sure hell go for this onehere he nodded at Tom because they all do, but Imactually enthusiastic.Martinwould definitely not be doing this, but he nodded grudgingly anyway.Imenthusiastic, too, Tom insisted. Hes very good-looking, andhe must be at least a little skilled, since he seems to keep youhappy.
He gave Martin a friendly nudge with his hip.Martindid not take the opportunity to confirm or deny this assertion, butinstead took the bottle from Toms hand and drank deeply.Simoncame in search of the bottle and then lingered. Mr. Ross is veryinterested in you, he said to Martin. Well, they allare, of course, because theyve had to wait so long, but since thisis his party, hes going to want first crack at you.Mr.Blackwell wont want to swap, Martin said, shaking his head.Heshere, though, Simon pointed out. Its not like he doesntknow what sort of get-together this is.Martinthought Henrys capacity for not-knowing was quite vast, but hewouldnt share that with his friends. I think he just wanted tocome for the regular party, Martin explained.Illtell you about Mr. Ross if youd like, Simon continued. Notthat theres anything to worry about. Hes got a nice cock andhes really very considerate.Theone to worry about is Mr. van Houten, Tom remarked. He can berough.Idont like his dirty talk, Will put in. Its so mean.Itsa little depressing, Tom agreed.Hecalled me a filthy little spunk-guzzler, Will said. Ididnt know whether to laugh or be insulted!Speakingin a low voice so that the others had to lean close, Simon said,Davey likesit. He likes being talked to like that!Theyall glanced surreptitiously at Davey, who was speaking animatedlywith Dick and Alex.Well,if he likes it, I guess thats all right for him... Will said,his voice trailing off.Regardlessof House, theyd all been trained to be accepting of any sexualpeccadillo a master might have, but, naturally, they still hadpreferences of their own. The idea of Henry spewing mean-spiriteddirty talk was laughable, and Martin nearly did laugh, but bit hislip instead and waited his turn for the nearly-empty bottle.Mr.Ross called out, Simon! Hey, Si!Simonsspine straightened and his head came up, alert. Sir? He noddedhis goodbyes to the group and made his way through the crowd to hismasters side.Itsstarting, then, Will said, and he was right. Simon disappearedbehind the connecting door with Mr. Ross, and they were followed inshort order by Mr. Townsend and Dick, Mr. Lovejoy and Julian, and Mr.Maxwell and Alex.Martinwondered if Henry had noticed the exodus. It did not look as thoughhe had. He was laughing at something his friends were telling him andsipping whiskey from a fingerprinted glass. He wished it was done fora slave to drink with his master at a party like this. He wished hecould sit close to Henry and whisper in his ear and remind him ofwhat they had together, how they belonged to each other. He wished hecould ask whether or not Henry intended to let Tom suck his cock.Hecouldnt do anything. He would just have to wait.Martinwas feeling a little drunk. When a fresh bottle came his way, hepassed it along without sipping. Tom took a swig and handed thebottle off to Peter, and then it was just the two of them, Tomangling his body slightly to separate Martin from the others. Heleaned close, radiating heat and intention, and said, Its nosecret that Ive liked you all along, Martin.No,it wasnt a secret.Ivewanted you since the day we met, Tom
offered, and I know youwont say so out of loyalty to Mr. Blackwell, but I think youvewanted me, too.Martindid not answer, but felt his cheeks grow hot. Tom wasnt reallyMartins type, but his sort of beauty transcended type. Hisfine-boned face was enigmatic and perfectly androgynous but for thefaint blue shadow on his cheeks. His cat-green eyes, jet black hair,and milky skin made for an arresting picture. People were alwaysturning to look at Tom, eyes following him everywhere he went. Hisappeal wasnt lost on Martin. It didnt matter, though, if hemight chance to want Tom because Martin belonged to Henry, and hewould do whatever Henry wanted, and Henry would not want him to flirtwith Tom or talk about what kind of sex they could have. Henry wouldbe so wounded if Martin were to indulge Toms fantasies even alittle bit.Tomsighed. You wont say, he repeated.Imvery devoted to Mr. Blackwell, Martin reminded him. You knowthis, Tom.Listen,Tom said, standing too close. Listen, Martin. When was the lasttime you had your cock sucked? He did not wait for Martin toanswer, but said, It must have been back on your farm before youcame to the city, right?WithHenry not participating in swaps, this wasnt an unreasonableguess. In fact, Martin had sucked his friend Charlies cockhunkered down in their seat on the train into the city, and thenCharlie had gratefully returned the favor.Ilove to suck cock, Tom said, his lips brushing Martins ear.Im good at itask anyone. Ask Simon or Ralph. AskMartinlaughed and put his hand on Toms chest, pushing him gently away.I believe you.Idbe happy to suck you, Tom continued, slurring his words. I wantto do it.Martinshook his head. Mr. Blackwell isnt going to want to swap,Tommy.Anythingyou want me to do, Ill do for you, Tom insisted. Things Iwont do for anyone else without being ordered,Ill do for you just for the asking. His voice taking on a tingeof frustration, he said, Dont you miss being kissed, Martin?Dont you miss being wanted?Ifindeed Martin had spent these last four months having strictlydelimited contact with a clumsy master, hed be panting forcloseness with a boy, a trainedboy, who would know how to touch him and please him, but hissituation was different. He had Henry. Henry, who knew Martinsbody like it was his own and treated it with such reverence. Henry,who did all the things Martin liked best without even being asked.Idont miss anything, Tommy, Martin said firmly, thinking thatTom was too drunk to examine that remark very closely. Im happywith Mr. Blackwell, he insisted.Stuartsays youre an amazing fuck, Tom said very close to Martinsear, the tickle of his breath making Martin shiver. He says thatback home everyone loved to have you on the bottom. He says hesnever been with anyone else like you.Idoubt thats true, Martin demurred, pushing Tom gently awayagain. Toms desire, his hot breath, and the hints of desperationand aggression, were arousing in spite of Martins determination tobe loyal to Henry, and he was inconveniently hard. He glanced overquickly and saw that Henry was sitting on the sofa, sipping from anearly-full glass of whiskey. Was he drinking too much?
a misunderstanding andHenry had come around in the end. He wouldnt be doing the same forTom, though, not unless Henry wanted it, and in all honesty hecouldnt imagine Henry ever wanting such a thing.Petercame to stand by Martin and handed him the gin bottle. Martin took alittle sip and let it sit in his mouth, stinging his tongue.Tomsgoing to be so disappointed if you dont play, Peter remarked.But I think youre right, and Mr. Blackwell isnt going towant to share.Itwas just the two of them and their masters in the room now, everyoneelse having passed through to the real party.Mr.Briggs was saying, ...maybe he thought you'd have changed yourmind about swapping by now. If he'd have asked me,I'd have told him not to invite you. No one needs you being alljudgmental, Henry. Were not doing anything wrong.Scowling,Henry drained his glass. Im not being judgmental,he insisted. Just because I don't want to share Martin doesn'tmean I care what the rest of you do with your slaves.Mr.Briggs did not seem to believe this and flapped a dismissive hand inHenrys direction.Theconnecting door opened and Mr. DeWitt leaned into the room. Areyou two coming? There were shouts and laughter behind him.Mr.Briggs turned in his chair and said, Just a few more minutes, Ithink.Whatabout you, Henry? Mr. DeWitt asked. Don't you want to come in?Hedoesn't share, Mr. Briggs hurried to say. You remember that,right?Mr.DeWitt waved this off as if it were of no consequence. Come in andsee, he encouraged. Just bring your slave and get in here.Henrystood unsteadily, and Martin could see instantly that he was muchdrunker than he would have anticipated. Guiltily, Martin felt he hadbeen negligent in looking after him, too busy being flattered byToms desperate seduction.Mr.Briggs seemed concerned, too. He put his hand on Henrys arm andsaid, Henry. Maybe you should just go home.Henryshook off Mr. Briggs hand. No, I want to see. Martin, comehere. You, too, Peter.Martinwent, but as slowly as he dared, full of dread. His ears wereringing, hands numb, heart pounding. Henry, defiant, was in a staringcontest with Mr. Briggs, his cheeks red. He looked over at Martin andhis face relaxed into a smile, but this only made Martin feel moredesperate, unsure what the smile meant.Peterpassed through the door behind Mr. Briggs. Martin paused at thethreshold, panicked and balking. He wanted to somehow take a momentalone with Henry, to remonstrate with him about this decision, aboutswapping. Did Henry really want this? Wasnt Martin good enough? Hewould do anything for the other masters that Henry asked, anything atall, and he would neither complain nor hesitate to give good service,but he didnt want Stuart or Tom or any of the others to lay a handon Henry. He wanted desperately to bargain, except he had nothing tobargain with. He couldnt ask Henry for fidelity; it wasnt hisright, and it reflected badly on Ganymede for him to show suchpossessivenessMr.DeWitt ushered them inside. This was a game room of some sort with acard table in the center. All of Martins friends were naked, allbeautiful and fit and arousedexcept for sulking Julian, who seemedindifferent to the scene.