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a catch for some working-class girl.Henrydidnt know if he should find Gordon and tell him what Julian wasup to or not. He also wondered if maybe he ought to confront Julian,or even warn him against being caught. He remembered Gordon hittingJulian on the ball field and worried about what Gordon might do if hesaw Julian holding hands with a girl; Henry seriously doubted thattemperamental Gordon had given Julian permission to pursue romancesof his own.Henryfretted about this awhile longer, gradually leaving Julian and thestrange girls further behind. He could simply behave as if he hadntseen Julian, of course, and perhaps that would be best. He neared thesection of shoreline where the slaves were struggling about on theirskates and stopped with the excuse of needing rest. Louis stopped,too, to see what he was doing, rolled his eyes, and left him behind.Albert came around and joined him, followed by David and Freddie. Hewatched Tom and Martin playing around, Martin falling and laughingand letting Tom pull him to his feet, and wanted to intervene butmade himself stay put.Henrysaw Julian and the girls approaching at the same time as he sawGordon coming up behind them. Gordons face was contorted and whitewith rage. He skated up behind Julian and grabbed his scarf, pullinghim off his feet and slamming him down onto the ice. The girl whosehand Julian held was pulled off balance and went down to her kneeswith a terrified shriek.Whatthe fuckare you doing?! Gordons angry bellow was like a bomb going offand skaters scattered, frantic to get away from the explosion,leaving Gordon and Julian in a little circle of clear ice.Afteran initial panicked scramble, Julian quickly got his bearings andcurled on his side, his arms held defensively before his face. Gordonjabbed at his midsection with the toe of his skate and Henry wincedto see it.Didhe tell you? Gordon demanded of the girl, whose friends had helpedher to her feet. Did he mention that hes a slave?Thegirl shook her head violently. Gordon had frightened her, and shebegan to cry.Davidskated over to Gordon and spoke to him in a low voice.Hesmygoddamned slave! Gordon yelled, turning on David furiously. Ican treat him however the hell I want!Thegirls seemed unsure if they were allowed to go or not. Although hefelt very self-conscious doing so, Henry skated over to them tosuggest that they leave.Excuseme, miss?Thegirl darted her eyes at Henry, then back to Gordon, whom she waswatching like she might watch a dangerous dog.Miss?You and your friends should go along now.Butwhat about Julian? The girls lip trembled and tears welled inher eyes. What will happen to Julian?Davidwas speaking to Gordon in low tones again, and Gordon seemed to belistening.Julianwill be fine, Henry tried to assure her.IfI tell my father, hell have you whipped!Gordon snarled, poking again at Julian with his skate.Really,Henry said, not at all sure of it himself, Julian will be fine.Please, miss, it will be better for him if you go now. Heinsinuated himself in between Julian and the girls, blocking herview. Im sorry about all of this, miss, really I am.Wewere only skating! the girl said, tears welling again.
awkward fit whether Martin sat with Henry or at the oppositeend of the tub. They didnt bathe like this often; the tub wasntreally big enough for two people so tall and lanky. Martin settledbetween Henrys legs, leaning back against his chest with a sigh.Itsso nice and warm, isnt it, Henry?Henryput his arms around him and kissed his temple. So, I haventforgotten what you said in the park. Tell me more about Hyperion andJulian.Oh,well, its very snobbish of me to have said anything.Butits true? Julian wouldnt have been made a companion atGanymede?No,he most certainly wouldnt have! He hasnt got the righttemperament.Whatdo you mean? Other than having a knack for pissing Gordon off, heseems like a decent enough slave.Wevetalked before, Henry, about how most of my friends prefer women,yes?Yes,just like their masters.Well,there are degrees of preference. A good companion has to enjoy sexwith men. He doesnt have to want it the most,but he does have to like it. You know what Im like, Henry; I loveit when you fuck me. Ive always loved being fucked. Most Housestry to make companions out of boys like me if theyre attractiveand reasonably smart. Julian is beautiful and intelligent, but hedislikes sex with men, and that should have disqualified him frombecoming a companion in the first place. At Ganymede he would havebeen made an especially handsome butler.Sohe doesnt like having sex with Gordon at all?No,he tries to avoid it, and it makes Mr. Lovejoy angry, and I cantsay I blame him. Julian is his companion, thats part of his job.Areany of your other friends like Julian?No,Martin shook his head and a tendril of hair slipped from hismakeshift bun. All the others are at least good-natured aboutbeing fucked. There are some others like me who prefer men, and Ithink were happiest.Who?Tom, Ill bet.Martinturned to look at him quizzically. Tom? No, Tom is very interestedin women.Heseems very interested in you,Henry pointed out.Martinshook his head again, loosing more hair from his bun. Were goodfriends, Henry.Well,who else, then?Willand Simon. He hesitated a moment, then added, Sam preferredmen, also.Theywere quiet a moment, thinking of Sam.Henrykissed Martins ear and tightened his arms around his body. Dotheir masters appreciate them like I do you?Mr.Spence is decent to Will, I think, and Mr. Ross is verygood to Simon. Simon never says anything outright, but he giveshints, and I think Mr. Ross is nearly as kind as you.Youmean...? The idea that Charles was more of a real lover to Simoncertainly made Charles seem more interesting.Kissingand touching. Making sure it feels good for Simon also.Doeshe suck his cock?ThatI dont know. I doubt it, though.Whysthat?Mostgentlemen arent as curious as you, Henry. You always wanted totry, but for most men its taboo. Its the last thing theydever do.Youknow its not just curiosity, Martin.Martinsighed. No, its not, but youre still a gentleman, and youhave certain obligations, certain expectations to meet. Part of myjob is to help you to live the life thats laid out for you, and weboth know what your father has planned.Soit doesnt matter what I want?Youtell me that Imwhat you want, Henry, and Im not going anywhere, Martincountered.
Im going to be with you forever, no matter what.Ill be one of those devoted slaves who kills himself when hismaster dies.Henryliked the idea that Martin would be so attached to him, but hated theidea of Martin dying. Promise me you wont do that.Illpromise no such thing, Henry, and if youre dead, you wont beable to tell me what to do.Henrykissed the nape of his neck. I hate the idea of you dying.Thenlets neither of us ever die.Henryheld him tightly and they stayed in the tub until the water hadcooled and it was time for Martins dinner.Laterin bed, Martin asleep in his arms, Henry thought about Gordon andJulian, and wondered what sort of punishment Gordon had exacted forJulians error in judgment. He hoped it had not been too severe; hehoped Gordon had decided against telling his father. If Gordon hadJulian whipped, surely their relationship would be irrevocablydamaged.Henryhad no fears that hed ever find Martin flirting with girls, but hedid worry that Martin might return Toms interest. No matter whatMartin said, it was clear to Henry that Tom wanted Martin. The two ofthem were so attractive together that Henry couldnt help butwonder how they might look naked and entwined, and if there was a wayfor Henry to somehow see that without it actually taking place, hedbe all for it. He slept and dreamed of sex with Tom and Martin both,the three of them combining and recombining as if they were in someslave farm dormitory orgy, and he blessedly felt no jealousy andreveled in carnal delights.OnMonday, Adam was still without a slave. Poor Sams body had beenfound Christmas morning, so the Pettibones had had nearly two weeksto seek a replacement, if one was to be sought. Adam remainedhumiliated and defensive, full of bluster, and some of the other boystook especial pleasure in taunting him about his lack of service atthe lunch table. It seemed that Daniels information had beenright, that Mr. Pettibone was punishing Adam for his mistreatment ofSam by refusing to buy him a new companion, and Henry was glad.Athome, lounging half-undressed on the bed, he asked, Are the restof your friends treated all right?Hmm?Martin lifted his head from Henrys shoulder and gave him aquestioning look.Samssituation was the worst, I know, but what about the rest? Are theyall right?Martinput his head back down and rubbed his cheek against Henrysshirtfront. No one else wants to die, if thats what you mean.No one elses master is as cruel as Mr. Pettibone.Iknow I wasnt any help with Sam, Henry said, but if any ofyour other friends are ever in a tough situation with a master,youll tell me, wont you? Ill do whatever I can.Martinsmiled and squeezed Henrys ribs in a tight hug. Thank you,Henry. Im glad youd want to help.Ilike to think my friends arent the sort to be cruel to a slavejust because they can, but youd know better than me.Martinthought about this a few moments. No, no one is cruel like yourethinking of. No one is mistreated, really, but some of my friendsare...well, theyre a little lonely. They feel ignored. Theirmasters dont take an
interest in them the way you do in me. Theydont ask their opinions or take them into account when they makedecisions. And of course, they dont haveto. No one owes a slave that, I know.Henrydid have some sense of this already, but it seemed so strange to himthat his friends could be shut up in their rooms with another personand just...disregard his presence. Even before he and Martin hadbecome intimate, Henry had treasured the time they spent together. Hefelt grateful every day that he had Martin by his side, and could notimagine taking him for granted.Evenif one of my friends was being hurt, though, Im not sure hedtell. Sam kept quiet for a long time, you see, Martin said. Hetried to hide what was happening because he felt it was his fault.Itwasnt his fault, Henry said immediately, finding the idearather offensive. How could he think that?Martinpaused a moment, lip held between his teeth, very thoughtful. Well,its how were brought up. All the slaves in all the Houses. Wegrow up thinking we should accommodate a master in all things, andthat a masters happiness is our own happiness, and if anything islacking, its lacking in us. They start telling us how to act andhow to feel when were just little, and so...thats how we act.Thats how we feel.Butif you know youve been manipulated... Henry wanted to believethat Martin was only acting of his own free will.Martinshook his head. Its how slaves should be, Henry. Its onlypractical. Theres no room in the world for a slave who putshimself first. I wouldnt be here with you now if I didntbelieve I should give my all in service to you.Henrywas uncomfortable with the tack this conversation was taking, but hedid want to understand. So Sam was doing his best for Adam...Andwhen Mr. Pettibone was cruel and unappreciative, Sam just wanted totry harder. Its how Id be with you, or Tom with Mr. Caldwell,or Peter with Mr. Briggs. Its how good slaves behave.Henrywas seized with the urge to tell Martin to be a bad slave, to makeselfish choices, to disregard his training and do whatever hepleased. Yet he was afraid that if Martin did that, really did it,hed leave Henry behind. He made a reflexive grab, his armstightening around Martins shoulders.Ouch,Martin complained, squirming to loosen Henrys grip. Yourehurting me.Sorry.He bent to kiss the white part in Martins hair. Ill nevermake you feel that way, I promise.Ofcourse you wont, Martin said, sounding supremely assured.Youre always very kind.Iwillhelp any of your friends who need it, Henry reiterated. While hecertainly didnt wish for any of Martins friends to bemistreated, he couldnt help wanting an opportunity to show what agood friend he could be to slaves if given the chance.Letshope you never have to. Martin turned in Henrys arms and kissedhis throat through the open vee of his collar. Oh! I nearlyforgot! At breakfast, Cook said shed be baking cookies today. Illgo get some if youd like.Henryconsidered a moment whether he wanted to continue clinging ontoMartin, or if hed rather have treats. He gave Martin a lastsqueeze before releasing him. I do
on a white ground. The petals and leaves were sorealistically done that Henry was quite in awe of Martins talent.Youdid this? Henry touched the stone reverently.Well...no,I didnt. Martin seemed embarrassed to admit this. Not all ofit. I did the M myself, but I wanted it to be especially pretty, so Iasked Patrick to do the rose and ivy.Patrick?Mr.Briggs Patrick. Hes very well-known throughout the neighborhoodfor his talent.Ididnt realize you were so friendly with Patrick. As far asHenry knew, Martin only knew Patrick from the occasions when heopened the Briggs front door.Martinshook his head. Im not, he said. I scarcely know Patrickat all. Peter arranged it for me.Henrythought on this a moment, admiring the handiwork. Did you...payhim? You didnt need to do that, Martin.ButI wanted to. I dont spend my allowance on anything else, afterall. I wanted to give you something especially good, so I neededexpert help. He reached out and tucked Henrys hair behind hisear. I finished the M yesterday after dinner, but I had to leaveit overnight to let the paint dry. Im no artist, but I can dosimple work.TheM is very elegant, Henry said. Its really very beautiful,Martin. Youll tell me what it all means?Well,I did the M because you did the H for me. Its not usual to marktalismans that way, but its not usual for master and slave toexchange tokens, either, so this is a you-and-me thing, then. Justus. So the M represents me and my feelings for you, and yellow andgold are colors for attraction and happiness. Also, Martin pointedout, the yellow looks nice against the red.Henrythought he knew what a red rose meanthoped he knew what itmeantbut he didnt want to put words in Martins mouth. Whatdoes the rose mean?Well,red roses are for...are for affection, Martin said, stumblingslightly over his words. And as Ive told you before, red is thecolor for sex. Our sexual relations are very important to me.Henryblushed and hurried to say, To me, too.Theivy is also for affection, and fidelity, as well. Im very devotedto you, you know.Ido know.Martintraced the circle of the wreath with his fingertip. A wreath is asign of distinction, he explained. It marks you as special.Henrywas deeply moved that Martin would say this of him.Thewhite is for protection, of course. All together it means you arevery dear to me, and that I will always look after you and protectyou.Welllook after each other, Henry immediately suggested. Thank you,Martin, really. Its lovely. He first touched Martins face,tender and fond, and then drew his glasses from his nose, leaning infor a kiss. No one had ever given Henry such a personal gift before,and he was quite overwhelmed.Martincoaxed Henry down onto the carpet before the fire, and they shiveredas they undressed with icy fingers, and then warmed their bodiestogether in the glow of the flames. Despite Martins tenderministrations, Henry complained of the cold, so Martin went to thelinen closet for a heavy blanket and they huddled beneath this asclose to the fire as they dared. The sex they had, awkwardlyclutching at the blanket to keep in the heat, wasnt their besteffort, but Henry
felt very cared-for all the same.Curledclose at Henrys side, the blanket pulled to his chin, Martinasked, Henry? Where is your talisman?Itssafe. I put it in my watch pocket. When we get up, Ill put it inthe box with Arthurs. That iswhat I should do, right?Yes,thats exactly right.Thankyou again, Martin. Its really special.Youdont mind that I didnt paint it all myself? Its just that Iwanted it to be beautiful for you, and I dont have that sort ofskill.No,of course I dont mind.Itismy design. I told Patrick what to paint, and then he did itperfectly.Well,and you did paint the M. You did a very nice job.Martinlaughed. All thatrequired was a steady hand. He sat up and slipped out from beneaththe blanket, letting in a gust of chilling air.Whereare you going? Henry asked plaintively, but he knew.Headingfor the bathroom, Martin called, Ill be right back, and thenHenry heard the sounds of him splashing in the sink.Henrysighed and got to his feet, hugging the blanket tight around hisshoulders. He padded to the bathroom and met Martin coming out withhis basin.Oh!I was coming to you! Martin was all over gooseflesh, nipples tightand cock drawn up with cold. The water in his basin was steaming.Iknow you were. Henry shrugged inside his blanket, then let it fallopen. You can wash me here, though, right?Well,of course, but it was warmer by the fire... Martins voicetrailed off as he knelt down to wash Henrys cock.Henrydidnt know how to tell Martin without hurting his feelings orbeing misunderstood, but he wished Martin wouldnt wait on himso...so slavishly.He could wash his own cockif he even felt like it needed washing,which he usually did not think quite so urgent a need as Martin did.He knew better than to suggest that he might perform the same servicefor Martin, though he thought hed like to try. He stood still andmostly patient while Martin did his work.WhenMartin had completed his ablutions and got to his feet, Henry drewhim close, inside the warmth of the blanket, and Martin held himtightly, pushing his face against Henrys neck.Ishould get dressed, he said, voice muffled against Henrys skin.Isit already your dinnertime?Closeenough. I should dress. He released his hold and took a step back,out of Henrys embrace.Henryleaned against the jamb in Martins doorway, bundled in hisblanket, and watched as Martin put on his clothes. Martin kept hisown things just as orderly as Henrys, ranked neatly in hiswardrobe. Black jackets, black waistcoats, fawn trousers. The satingleam of the lapel of his unworn tailcoat was visible behind theflecked black tweed of his cycling costume. Henry recalled makingMartin dress in his brown check sport suit the first time theydgone cycling; hed been so handsome in colors, but hed wornnothing but slave clothes ever since.AsMartin was doing up his waistcoat buttons, Henry remembered thetalisman and went to fetch it from his own waistcoat pocket. Headmired it anew, loving that Hetaeria protections now extended tohim, too.Youdo like it? Martin asked, close by Henrys elbow. He wasslipping his arms into his jacket.Ilove it, Henry told him very sincerely. He opened his mouth to saymore, to tell Martin what else
his arms around Martins waistand kissed his neck.IfI felt I had...greater understanding of a situation, perhaps, I mighttry to convince you to see my point of view. But if I couldntconvince you, Id do as Id been told, of course.Henrysnorted. Youre smarter than me, though. I should always listento you, shouldnt I?Ifits a matter in which you trust my judgment, then I would be proudto advise you. But the final decision should always be yours.Idont know, Henry said. Maybe I should put you in charge. Howabout that? Could I decide that, and then youd have to do it?Martinclearly didnt like this idea. Id do whatever you asked ofme, he said with some reluctance. Its not really meant forme to choose, though. My life is living with yourchoices.Thatsounds terrible, Henry said. Hed not thought of it like thatbefore.Itmight be for you,Henry, Martin admitted. But you werent raised to serve. Itsuits me well, I think, and its...very satisfying to me. You mighthave trouble submitting to another mans will, but I was raised tothrive under such circumstances. Your well-being and happiness are mygreatest concerns. Im really quite snobbish about my Ganymedetraining. Ill admit it: I do think Im just a little better thanthe others!Canyou tell me something specific? What do you do differently than Tom,for instance?Martinthought for a moment. He seemed to be having trouble finding thewords. Im a little more devoted, I think. Its so importantto me that you be contented; I dont think you can reallyunderstand how much it means to me, with you not being brought up bya House. Its as if youre my lover and my master and my god allrolled into one, and I cant be happy unless youre happy. Itshard for me to explain. I dont know what I might have been like ifI hadnt been shaped by Ganymede, after all, but Im sure Idbe a different person if Id grown up at Orpheus. Maybe not worse,but different.Tomsless devoted, you think? Henry thought about this. What sort ofrelationship does Tom have with Freddie? Are they close?Notlike us, Martin hurried to assure him. Actually, Mr. Caldwellalmost never uses Tom any more. He lets him do as he pleases andmight only use his mouth once or twice a week anymore. He blushedand clapped his hand over his mouth, looking slightly appalled. Hetook his hand away to say, Oh, I shouldnt be gossiping!No,tell me! Henry insisted, holding more tightly to Martins waistas Martin tried to rise. Dont run away, Martin. Stay and tellme more. Im always curious what you and Tom find to talk about,anyway.Well,Tom has a very complicated love life, Martin said slowly. As Isaid, Mr. Caldwell has given him permission to do as he pleases, andso hes in and out of beds all up and down 5th and beyond. He has alot of stories to tell me, as you might guess. Martin looked alittle amused thinking of this.Henryimagined that Tom would have his pick of the most nubile slavegirlsand boys. Do others of your friends have an arrangementlike this with their masters?Notthat I know of. Tom is considered very fortunate.Doyou