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it was just thatHenry had needed so badly to be affectionate with someone, anyone; hewas a lonely boy despite his friendships, and Martin imagined it hadbeen years since anyone had touched him beyond a handshake or clap onthe back.Itcouldnt just be that, though, Martin was nearly sure of it. Martinfelt that so many things were shared between them when they fucked,such understanding, and he believed Henry felt this, too. Martin hadcome to Henry ready to offer his devotion, and with all that hadhappened between them, it was so easy to give it, to act it out, andit felt reciprocal, as if Henry might care for Martin more than hewas meant to. Even if Martin was only imagining things, he couldstill be happy if his life would only continue like this, just likethis. He was crazy about Henry, absolutely crazy. Henrys lookswere a refinement of everything Martin liked in a boys face. Henrywas delicious like no other boy Martin had ever put his mouth on, andhe need only catch a hint of Henrys scent to become helplesslyaroused. He would have never dared hope his master would do thethings that Henry did so generously and with such passion. It morethan made up for not participating in swaps.Martindidnt know how he felt about swapping at this point. If Henrydecided he wanted to play, then of course Martin would go along withhis decision without complaint, but he wouldnt look forward to sexwith any of the other masters, Henrys friends. They wereapparently all clumsy oafswith the notable exception of handsomeMr. Rossbut the slaves were another story. Martin never asked fordetails, but somehow he learned so many anywaywho amongst his ownfriends had a big cock, who was the best at sucking, who actuallypreferred men, who was good at fucking or being fucked, who could puton a satisfying show for an audience. He went through his days withthis information far in the back of his mind, just trivia, but on theslender chance that he was about to attend a swap party, suddenlythese details seemed relevant.Martinwasnt sure that Henry even knew what happened at his friendsparties. Henry never asked questions of either Martin or his ownfriends, and Martin knew better than to volunteer information. Henryliked to maintain the illusion that his friends were as kind to theirslaves as he was to Martin, but of course that wasnt true. Still,Algonquin parties were said to be both tamer and stricter thanparties elsewhere in the city. Martin had heard stories of what boysat other schools got up to, and it sounded like masters elsewhere hadmore fun at their swapsor more of what seemed like fun to Martin,at any rate. Boys from other schools werent policing one anothersbehavior so rigidly. They were more playful, more daring.Theomnibus stopped and they got off with Mr. Briggs and Peter. Martinwas looking forward to spending time with Little Miss, and seeing herreaction to the present hed chosen with Henry, but with all thisthinking about swapping, he felt flush with yearning and wished thatthere might somehow be time for some degree of intimacy before goingup to the third floor
Rosses to bother the masters, Peter pointedout. Mr. Briggs would very much like to host parties, but thereare too many little Briggses.Martincould see that this was something Mr. Briggs would want badly, likingto be in charge as he did, but he could also recognize the futilityof trying to conduct a swap in the chaotic Briggs house. The youngerboys and even Mr. Briggs little sister would be far too curiousand unwilling to leave the older boys alone.Tomsalways in the middle of things, Ralph remarked.Everyonelikes to see him in action, Simon said, because he looks like agirl.Idontlook like a girl, Tom insisted. I have more chest hair thanyou.Abearded lady, then, Simon countered, ducking away from Tomshalf-hearted punch.Tomgets used the hardest of any of us, Stuart said. They all wantto fuck the prettiest face, of course. Youll be in the samesituation, I think, Martin, and itll be worse because yourenew.Thegame of catch ended and boys pulled their gloves onto stiff, coldhands as they came to join the conversation.Watchout for Mr. van Houten, warned Will.Hey!Davey took offense at this slight against his master.Noteveryone likes it as rough as you do, Simon told him, and therewere general murmurs of agreement.Mr.Ross is especially nice, Stuart remarked, and Simon smiled at him,grateful for the praise for his master.Wetry to keep Julian out of things whenever possible, Ralph said,and everyone nodded, including Julian. Hes horrible at sex.Julianshrugged, a little self-conscious. Im not attracted to men.Martinwas shocked by this assertion. How could a House put a boy up as acompanion if he didnt like sex with men? It was false advertising,wasnt it? A proper companion was willing and enthusiastic aboutsex with his master and any boys his master wanted to see him with.Hyperion, Julians House, was a newer House without Ganymedesillustrious history and sterling reputation, and theyd surelyremain second-tier if they were putting boys who disliked sex withmen up for sale as companions.Whatabout the masters? Martin asked, Dont they?Noone asks for me, Julian said. I dont do a good job. Heshrugged again, as if it to say such things couldnt be helped.Juliansattitude was so foreign to Martin that he almost wondered if theothers were all playing a joke on him. How could anyone be so blaseabout having such a terrible attitude toward his work? His life.His very reasonfor being.Martin had no personal interest in any of the other masters, but ifHenry told him to suck any one of them, hed go to his knees in aheartbeat and do the best he could to make that boy happy for Henryssake, so that the others would think Henry fortunate.But...butwhat about Mr. Lovejoy? Martin asked plaintively. Surely, Julianfelt differently about his own master!Juliansanswer to everything seemed to be a shrug. He gets angry at me,he said. He wants me to be more enthusiastic.Martinwas horrified. He was quite sure there hadnt been a single boy atGanymede who would have ever considered shirking his duties, not eventhe lowliest of the Standard boys. He tried to arrange his face in amore neutral expression, but he found this revelation upsetting. Hewas offended on behalf of himself and the
rest of the slaves who werededicated and conscientious. Hed worked hard to earn his place atGanymede because hed wanted to be counted among the best, and hefelt he would do anything Henry asked of him, anything at all,regardless of his own desires. If Julian wouldnt do the same, hedidnt have the right to call himself a companion.Martinlost track of the conversation, dwelling on Julians cavalierattitude. Hed known, of course, that not everyone was as devotedas himself, but hed not expected anyone to be so unapologeticallylax in performing his role. Julian was beautiful and smart and didwell in classes, but what did that matter if he wouldnt serve Mr.Lovejoy with his body?Mr.Lovejoy did have a temper, but Martin supposed he wasnt badlooking. What hardship could it be for Julian to just do what he wasmeant to do, after all? Of course, Martin was lucky to have Henry,and to find him so attractive. Most of his friends liked theirmasters well enough, and some even desired them, but he didntthink any of them felt about their masters the way he felt aboutHenry. Martin had felt boundless affection for many different boys,and hed been really in love once before, and he thought he mightbe falling in love with Henry now, too. He couldnt say it, ofcourse, but he could showit. He could make every action a sign. If Henry wanted to swap,Martin would perform wholeheartedly, doing his best to make sure thatall Henrys friends would envy him Martins superior service.Martin would prove to everyone that hed been worth the extra moneyat auction.Thebell rang to end the postprandial recess and Martin made an effort toshake off his fretful, judgmental mood. He would have just a minutewith Henry in the cloakroom before they returned to class, and hedidnt want to spend it dwelling on Julian. He and the rest of theslaves hurried indoors to await their masters.Inthe cloakroom, they all put away their coats and hats and stoodready. Tom abandoned his position and came to stand by Martin. Itbothers you, doesnt it? Tom asked in a low voice, his lipsclose to Martins ear. It bothers you that Julian doesnt careabout his duties.Itsnone of my business, Martin admitted. I feel badly for Mr.Lovejoy, though.Youreso devoted, Tom said, his tone both teasing and admiring. Mr.Blackwell must be the luckiest of all the masters.Martinthought this might be true. Mr. Blackwell is easy to serve, heoffered. Im lucky, as well. And then Henry was entering thecloakroom with his friends, and he gave Martin a beautiful smile, andMartin let go all thoughts of Julian. It wasnt Martins job toworry about Mr. Lovejoy. All that mattered was Henrys happiness,and his own happiness with Henry.DECEMBER21, 1900AlthoughWills master, Mr. Spence, and Allens master, Mr. Hollingsworth,didnt associate at school, theyd lived next door to one anothertheir entire lives and were indeed friends despite Mr.Hollingsworths alliance with the loathsome Mr. Pettibone. They hadtaken to swapping on weekends, just the two of them, trading Allenand Will and directing them to perform together. On Friday, the lastday of school before the winter holiday, everyone stayed indoors outof the cold after
a burst ofnervous laughter.Whatdo you like, anyway, Martin? Dick asked. Do you like to be onthe bottom or the top?Martinsface grew hot. Er, well...Backat Ganymede, he was famousfor being good at bottoming, Stuart offered, which Martin supposedwas true, but he didnt think it was Stuarts place to havementioned it and gave him a stern glare.Thatslucky, Ralph remarked. So, theres you, Simon and Will wholike being on the bottom, then, and the rest of us just putting upwith it.Ifyou could only have sex with Allen, Will said rhapsodically,youd be much more enthusiastic about bottoming.Wellhave to take your word for it, I guess, Ralph said.Well,even putting Allen aside, any one of us is still a better fuck than amaster, of course, Dick remarked.Martinfelt this was not at all true, but was at pains not to say anything.It didnt matter if all his friends thought Henry was lousy at sex.Well,I think Mr. Ross is quite nice, Stuart said, and he blushed ratherprettily when everyone turned to look at him. Hes...moreskilled than the others.Again,Simon liked Stuarts praise for his master. He makes an effort,he agreed.Noneof the rest of us will ever know, Miles pointed out, since heonly ever wants Stuart at parties. He elbowed Martin and added,Mr. Ross is the only one wholl fuck a slave in front of hisfriends. The others only get their cocks sucked, but Mr. Ross bendsStuart right over and isnt shy at all. Hes practically like aslave himself in that way.Simonslucky, Stuart said, still blushing.Iam, Simon agreed, a little smug. Mr. Ross is very interested inmy satisfaction.WhatsMr. Blackwell like? Miles asked. You never say, Martin. Does hehave a nice cock?Itoccurred to Martin with bracing abruptness, then, that if he was tobe swapped and put on display, Henry would necessarily be free to beserviced by any of Martins friends, and Martin adamantly did notwant this to happen. Henry was his, his very own, even though he knewbetter than to be possessive. It wasnt his place. It wasnt hisright.Itwould be a shame if he didnt, Dick remarked. Since the restof him is so handsome.Atthe thought of another slave touching Henry, Martin went numb. Heheard everything at a remote distance, an annoying buzzing of flies.His hands shook with an angry tremor and he clenched them into fistsand shoved them deep in his pockets. His jealousy was an unwelcome,unprecedented surprise.Everyonewas looking at Martin, wanting to know about Henrys cock, andthere was no good reason not to tell them. It was only polite to letthem know what they might expect should Henry decide he wantedsomeone elses mouth on his cock.Martincleared his throat. Very nice, he admitted. It was perfect, infact, and it was his.He would go along with whatever Henry might want to do, but hewouldnt like it. It would, in fact, break his heart.Therest were still looking at him, waiting for more details, but Martindidnt want to share. He would prefer to talk about anything else.He didnt want to be swapped if it meant sharing Henry. He didntwant any of his friends to know Henry the way he did.Theidea of having more partners for himself
was interesting, a littleenticing, but hed already had so many different partners thathaving still more carried negligible emotional weight. It would befun to have sex with his friends, nothing more. No other boy couldhave the slightest claim on him, after all. But the thought of Henry,his Henry, who had only ever been with him, fucking Toms mouth, orStuarts, and groaning with pleasure...oh, how he hated that idea!Martin had had experience enough to know that Henry was the one hewanted, but what if Henry discovered he liked some other boysmouth better? So many of the masters liked Stuarts mouth, thoughin Martins opinion Stuart wasnt particularly skilled; still,what if Henry wanted to try what his friends spoke so highly of? Whatif Henry decided he wanted to fuck one of the others?Martinfelt sick. He glanced over to see if Henry was needful of anythingMartin might provide, but Henry was laughing with Mr. Briggs and Mr.Ross and seemed completely content. Martin excused himself and leftthe library for the quiet of the hall. He was bent over the waterbubbler, eyes closed, taking deep swallows of cool water when Tomcame up behind him, soft footsteps.Martin?Are you all right?Martintook a deep breath, still bent over the bubbler. He wanted to tellTom everything, tell him how close he really was with Henry. Hewanted to tell Tom he didnt want to share his master with him orany of the others, that Henry was his and his alone. But he couldntsay anything of the kind for fear that broadcasting his owninappropriate thoughts and insecurities would reveal too much ofHenry, as well.Idont like talking about Mr. Blackwell, was all he feltcomfortable saying.Yourevery protective of him, Tom said soothingly, rubbing his back.Hes lucky to have you.Therewas a strange scene in the cloakroom at the end of the day, Samabandoning his post to deliver a passionate kiss to his best friendRay, which put the entire room into a panic. It would have been aproblem if theyd been seen by any teachers, and it wasnt thesort of risk any of them would normally take, so for meek little Samto do something so bold was unsettling. Kissing without the sanctionof masters was strictly forbidden, and there was no question that Mr.Pettibone would gleefully punish Sam for such a transgression.Raystood with his hand to his mouth staring at Sam, his masters coathanging from his hand and trailing on the floor. Sam smiled and gavea little shrug and returned to his post as if nothing unusual hadtaken place.Inthe moments before their masters came for their coats, all of theslaves had urgent questions about the kiss, but Sam was notforthcoming about his motive or reason. He said it was just somethinghe felt like doing, but offered no further explanation, insteadwishing them all a Merry Christmas. And then their masters came intothe cloakroom, rowdy and talkative, and there was no more time forquestions.Henryand Martin went home to a new Palsand thus a new DrakesProgress,and sharing the story and then some particularly generous sexualattention from Henry went a long way toward improving Martinsmood. However, he couldnt sleep for worrying, and as he
lay curledat Henrys side, he tried not to think about how beautiful Tom was,how he had seen Henry looking at Tom with a sort of resentful lust.Would Henry want to take the opportunity to use Tom? He knew that Mr.Caldwell was very generous with Toms body. If Tom were to suckHenrys cock, hed surely appreciate its superior qualities andbe jealous of Martin. Martin didnt know if he could even bear tostay friends with Tom if Tom came to know Henry in that way.Restlessand irritable, he squirmed to get comfortable and roused Henry, whomade a Hmm?sound and blinked in confusion. Martin settled guiltily and pettedHenrys chest until he was sleeping again, breathing easy. Heshouldnt be like this, so fiercely possessive and unreasonable.Hed never been this way about any other boy, not even the boyshed most loved at Ganymede. But those boys had been like him,professionally promiscuous, and there were never any expectations offidelity. Henry was different. Henry could belong to Martincompletely, if he wanted to, if only he would make that choice.Martinhad known boys at Ganymede who had been possessive of their friendsbodies, prone to jealous spats and tears, but that had never been hisway, so these forceful feelings of ownership came as a shock. Untilhis lunchtime realization that his friends might serve Henry, and hissubsequent desperate fury at the prospect, Martin had not even beenaware he had the capacity to want a boy all to himself. It was wrong,all wrong. He might as well be untrained if he was going to behavelike this. But as wrong as it was, he wouldnt fault his feelings.The connection he shared with Henry deserved to be honored andprotected. They belonged to each othertheyd both said thewordsand it meant a great deal more than sex to Martin.Martinknew full well that a slave could never ask for a mastersfidelity, and a goodslave wouldnt think of asking for it in the first place, but hehoped Henry would be sentimental, that he would recognize that it wasMartin who had first shown him every form of pleasure and pledge hisallegiance accordingly. Henry might possibly do this of his ownvolition, but Martin certainly couldnt ask it of him.Martinlay awake worrying until the wee hours. Henry had some amorous dreamthat made him hard, made him paw Martin greedily and whimper. Martinarced into his touch and reached for his stiff prick, but Henry onlysighed and slipped further into sleep, and it seemed imprudent, evenselfish, to consider waking Henry in search of the reassurance sexmight provide. Martin made himself relax, taking deep breaths, anddrew Henry close. Whatever changes might come, tonight Henry was herewith him and no one else, and he would take comfort from that. He layawake petting Henrys head and shoulders perhaps another hour,finally falling into an exhausted sleep near dawn.DECEMBER25, 1900AtChristmas, it was reassuring that Henry did not want to swap with hiscousins. Jesse Wilton and Eli Carmichael were both handsome, as weretheir slaves, and again Martin felt he would have no compunctionabout servicing any of the others, master or slave, if Henry wantedsuch a thing to happen. Still, he hated the
to come, Henry said. ButIm excited to go to this one. He bent his head and licked theother nipple and reached down between Martins legs to take tenderhold of his prick.God,his hand felt so good. It was just a hand, so why did it feel soamazing? Wh-why is that? Why are you excited? Was it because hewanted to swap?Ivealways liked the idea of starting fresh at the New Year, Henrysaid with a shrug. Itll be nice to spend it with friends. Hesat on his heels with his hard cock jutting up and Martin reached outto pet it, slick and silky. Do you want to suck me? Henry askedhopefully. Because I want to suck you.Yes,Martin said firmly. I definitely want that.Henrylay down on his side and Martin got into position beside him. Thesmell of Henrys wet cock made Martin hard, made his mouth water.He began to shiver and couldnt stop shaking, like he was someinexperienced child whod never sucked a cock before. Even whenhed beenan inexperienced child, he didnt think hed ever felt this outof control about the smell of another boy, about any other boysbody. Hed been crazy about Henry from the moment he first saw him,and it didnt seem to ever let up.Takinginto account his thorough training, Martin was a little embarrassedby his giddy eagerness, but Henry didnt judge. Henry didnt knowanything could be different. Henry didnt understand how remarkablethis was, the desperate way Martin wanted him. Henry wanted him, too,that much was plain, but Henry didnt have anyone to compare to. IfHenry was curious, if he let another slave suck his cock, he couldvery possibly come to prefer another boys service over Martins,and then where would Martin be?Henrylicked the head of Martins cock and Martin moaned, deliciouslyashamed of how lost he sounded, how needy. Tension coiled deep in hisgut, building at the base of his cock, and he wanted to thrust hardinto Henrys mouth, just rudely shove into the silky wet heat ofhis throat. Henry reached around and rubbed a wet fingertip overMartins hole and Martin didpush his hips forward with a little grunt, and Henry gagged and letMartins cock slide out of his mouth.Imsorry, Martin offered. I didnt mean to choke you.No,its okay. But wont you suck mine, too? Henry sounded sowistful, so sweet, and Martin was behaving selfishly.Sorry,yes, of course I will. Hed let himself be distracted by howgood it felt, but he needed to pay attention and do his part. Martintook hold of Henrys prick and gave it a squeeze, loving thedensity of it, the thickness and weight. Henry had only the barestunderstanding of how beautiful he was, what a nice cock he had.Martin never really talked about Henry anyway, but he woulddefinitely not everbe telling his friends about Henrys cock in any detail. Theydall think he was making up stories, anyway.Martinlicked the wet head of Henrys perfect cock and it flexed in hisfist as Henry groaned. Delicate skin, soft as suede, stretched tautover flesh surging with blood. He tasted like salt and iron, primaland elemental. Martin sucked on the head and rubbed it with histongue, swallowing