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Reggie is...more like you.Henry blushed, not entirely comfortable picturing any adult havingsex, much less his own uncle.Martinlaughed. Are you imagining that your uncle is the receptivepartner? Is that what you mean? I must say, I agree with you! What asurprise that must have been for Benjamin! I hope it was a nicesurprise!Didthey train you for that at Ganymede? Did they tell you that yourmaster might want to be fucked instead?Itdoesnt happen often, I guess. They never really went into it inany depth. Even though you prefer a male partner, you still want tobe on top. Of course, we all learned how to do it incidentally in theprocess of making certain we were all trained for the receptive role.Everyone being required to have sex with everyone else, if youllrecall.Henrydid recall, and determined not to be upset by the recollection. Wereyou any good at it, do you think?Martinlooked bashful but also a little proud. I think so. I made aneffort, at least. But I think Im better at being fucked, andthats what I like best.Ifthere was anyone in the world better at being fucked than Martin,Henry simply couldnt believe it. It would have to be proven tohim, but he wasnt willing to fuck anyone else to find out.Henrywondered if he would ever get up the nerve to ask Martin to fuck him.He thought he should do it, at least try,but he was really quite afraid to do so, despite how much pleasure itobviously gave Martin.Butback to Reggie. Ill admit I amcurious about his relationship with Benjamin, Henry said, butsomehow I dont think Ill ever be asking Uncle Reggie fordetails of his sex life.Hedprobably tell you whatever you wanted to know, though, Martinsaid, laughing again. The Wiltons are so interesting, dont youthink? Your uncle and your cousin both.Forall I know, Uncle Gilberts the same, too. Whats his slavesname again? Howard?No,its Harold. Hes a very nice man.Henrytried to picture Harold. Brown hair, blue eyes, tall.Youruncle is very devoted to his wife, though. He may have been closer toHarold when they were young, of course, and perhaps that makes himmore indulgent of your cousins behavior with Russ.HaveI asked you before? Do you like Jesse and Russ?Ido. I like that you have such a lively cousin. Hes entertaining,dont you think? And Russ was very nice to me, very welcoming.Russhad wanted Martin to playwith him, Henry remembered that.But all he said was, I hope we get to see them more often from nowon.Theylay on the bed, curled on their sides, facing one another, and Henryhad to keep reaching out to touch Martin, to play with his hair ortrace the bones of his face, until Martin got restless and sat up.Doyou want me to play for you? I could use the practice, I reallycould.Henrypictured it: Martin naked and with his hair loose, violin tuckedunder his chin. Yes, he said, I do want that. Martinhopped up and trotted off to his room to fetch his instrument andHenry arranged the bed pillows so that he might be both comfortableand attentive.Theyspent the rest of the afternoon naked, Martin playing the violin andHenry listening
and admiring, until it was time for Martin to go downfor his dinner. Martin dressed and left Henry naked on the bed, flushwith feeling, thinking that his was the most fortunate life thatanyone could hope to live, with the most wonderful companion. He feltcloser to Martin than ever after playing his bossy game, special andtrusted. As so often happened between Martins dinner and his own,he worked himself into a state such that when Martin returned todress him, he nearly overwhelmed him with affection, embraces andkisses and tender caresses, and Martin was receptive butbusinesslike.Youmust get dressed now, Henry. Martin smoothed Henrys hair,patted him. You cant be late for dinner.Martinwould be blamed if Henry was late, and Henry would not see Martinblamed. He allowed himself to be dressed and Martin told him aboutthe questions Pearl had had for him at the slaves dinner, all ofthem regarding the lunch with Reggie.Perhapsyou can speak with your mother, Martin suggested. Im sureshe would love to hear about it directly from you.Henrylifted his chin to let Martin tie his tie. I suppose I could dothat, he allowed, though he was not in a hurry to spend time withMother. Still, they shared a fondness for Reggie, and it might be funto talk about him with someone other than Martin.Martinput his hands on Henrys shoulders. Youre ready.Theyshared a brief kiss and went downstairs, Henry squeezing Martinshand just outside the dining room door, a last loving impulse beforeputting on his false front. He could do as Reggie asked; he wouldwait for Reggies help, all the while hiding in plain sight. Whenhe sat down at his fathers right hand it was as a good son, a boywho used his slave properly, someone who would eventually get apassing grade in Latin, and he was convincing in the role.Thursdaythey came home through a chilling rain to a new Pals.Martin was fretful about the possibility of Henry taking ill from thewet and cold and let him go ahead upstairs while he went to thekitchen for soup and melted cheese sandwiches that he brought up on atray. They ate sitting cross-legged on the floor before the fire inHenrys room.Areyou finished eating yet? Henry put down his napkin, looking atMartin expectantly.Martinchewed and swallowed. Almost. He ate the last bite of hissandwich. Please dont rush me, Henry.Ineed to know what happens. Henry was nearly vibrating withurgency. Dont you want to know?Ofcourse I do. Just let me get a drink of water... He went to thebathroom and returned with a glass while Henry waited impatiently.Theydleft the Dauntlesswith Theo exhausted, George injured, and the rest of the crew engagedin getting the ship to the next port marked on the map taken from theOrder of the Red Eye. Theyd taken on a passenger, a mysteriousyoung woman without any memory, who might be either a victim ofDeSade or one of his accomplices. The only clue they had as to whereDeSade might be headed was a dead mans mention of the Refuge.Restedand refreshed, Theo arose and sent George to fetch their mysteriouspassenger. Shed been given a tiny aft cabin for her own and
her father and fearedher blood was tainted. Lovelorn Dooley rushed to tell her that shewas a good and lovely person, and Theo reassured her that he wouldnot blame the daughter for the sins of the father. He and Georgeencouraged her to try to remember anything else, anything DeSade orvon Belcher might have said, that would lead them to this Refuge thatthe butler had spoken of.Iwill try, Captain, Jeanette promised. I want you to catch himand end him, and I will do everything I can to help.Theplan was to locate, infiltrate and attack the Order lair in the nextport. They had Order robes enough for ten men and readied Boot, Leon,Elmer and six more crew members with fighting experience, with Theoand Dooley (who would be a false prisoner, as before) making up theremainder of the force. George was once again excluded, to Henrysdismay.Dooleyis no replacement for George, Henry interjected, disgruntled.Ifeel the same, Henry, but I dont think thats whatshappening.Well,then what ishappening?Idont know, but Im sure its not anything so dire as Georgebeing replaced.Idont like it, Henry said. I want to hear about Theo andGeorge.Martinpressed his lips together, seeming exasperated. Do you want me toread the story or not, Henry?Well,of course I want you to read it!Allright then. Listen.Martin gave Henry a hard look; Henry felt chastised and determined tokeep his complaints to a minimum. He rather liked this stern, bossyMartin!Themen of the Dauntlessdid not expect to find DeSade, of course, but hoped to disrupt hisenterprise and perhaps garner further clues as to the location of thefiends Refuge.Theodismissed Dooley and Jeanette and shut the door behind them. Alonewith George, he insisted firmly that he be allowed to examineGeorges wound. He removed the bandage, noting signs of healing andtouching the stitches and newly-forming scar with a gentle finger.Ithought Id lost you, George, Theo said in a hushed, reverenttone. I thought Id been given the best reason yet to hateDeSade. If youd been taken from me... And here Theo broke downa little, Martin adding a couple of sobbing breaths that Henrythought very fitting to show Theos desperation.Youwont be rid of me so easily as that, Sir, George said fondly.Now let me see yourwound, Sir. I dont want it to fester.Theimage of Theo and George shirtless together perhaps seemed tame now,now that he had all the richness of his experiences with Martin tocompare, but Henry still found it very compelling. George touchingTheos chest, Theo touching Georges arm, the two of them closeenough that their breaths would mingle. It made his cock stiffen, andthere must have been some indication of this on his face becauseMartin laughed at him fondly.Theywere at sea five days, during which time Jeanette tried to makeherself useful, helping out in the galley and offering her assistanceto George in laundering Theos linen, but George politely turnedher away, and Henry found this refusal quite satisfying. Every day,she was remembering more and more of her past, but nothing that wasuseful to the men of the Dauntless.Dooleywas falling deeper and deeper in love with her. They were of an age,and she was probably the first girl hed spent
commandant. He took all mystaff and all my patients, and without a word of thanks. He seemedto notice Dooley then. Whos this?Aprisoner. He escaped from DeSade and I intend to return him.Oh,dont bother, said the commandant. DeSades got otherconcerns now. He pulled a knife from a sheath at his hip. Wecan just finish this boy now. Itll save you the trouble oftransporting him.Theowas not going to stand by and let Dooley be stabbed! Now, men!At Theos command, the Dauntlessmen threw back their robes and drew their weapons.Thescarred butler, little more than an automaton doing DeSadesbidding, lunged at Boot and was stabbed fatally for his trouble,dying with a gurgle, his eyes empty.Thevain commandant was not about to kill himself as von Belcher had. Heput his hands in the air, surrendering immediately. Who are youpeople? What do you want?ImCaptain Theodore Drake, and we want answers. Who are you? Where didDeSade go? Where is the Refuge?ImColonel Langtree, Martin said in the haughty voice. I told youalready, DeSade has been and gone. As for the Refuge, Im not privyto that sort of information. I only know that it exists.Whodoes know, then?Peoplewho outrank me, said Langtree with a sniff. And youll findnone of them here in this backwater. Ive done such good work forthe organization but without a word of thanks from the higher-ups,and now, of course, theres no hope of promotion.Whiletwo men held Langtrees arms and a third held a cutlass to histhroat, Theo and Dooley searched the office. There were letters andmemos directing Langtree to carry out the mutilation and red-eyetattooing of kidnapped slaves, but it was nothing more than themundane paperwork of a grisly and cruel business. There was nomention of a Refuge, nor was there any discussion of DeSadesultimate plan.Theyhadnt found the clues theyd hoped for, but there was no pointto prolonging their search or their time in the Order house.Captain,Martin said in Boots growl. What should we do with this one?Langtree was given a rough tap.Hesevil, to be sure, Martin-as-Theo mused, yet hes such a fool.I find I dont have the heart to kill him. Gag him, tie him, andlock him in the cell.No,no! Martin added a touch of desperation to Langtreessnootiness. Ill be quiet! Ill be good! Dont gag me; Iwont abide it! As the sailors prepared to do Theos bidding,Langtree shouted out, Wait! I know something!Whatis it, then? Theo demanded.Dontgag me and Ill tell you.Verywell. If its useful, I wont gag you.Itsthe girl, the daughter. She knows the way to the Refuge. I dontknow anything more than that! Find the girl, shell know!Thiswas good news! They hadthe girl! Theo felt compelled to be fair to Langtree and honor hispromise.Thesailors tied Langtrees arms behind his back and tied his anklestogether and threw him into the cell. They could hear him shoutingfor help as they retraced their steps back through the mansion. Theyran into a small group of Order minions coming to Langtrees aidand dispatched these sad creatures in a brief, dramatic fight thatresulted in the serious wounding of one of their number, a sailorcalled Kittrick.WithKittricks condition in mind, Theo decided they
so worried that Theo might get hurt, and then so happy hesmade it back safely; Ill bet riding Theos cock is all he canthink about.Henrylaughed. Is that how youd be, then? If I went off to fight andyou had to wait and wonder?Thatshow Id be, Martin confirmed. When you got home, Id greetyou on my knees with my ass oiled and ready.Youddo that anyway, Henry pointed out, amused. I dont have toget in any fights.Martingrinned and held Henrys eyes with his own, kneeling up andbeginning to very deliberately strip off his clothes.Henryreached for his own tie. Is the chapter finished, then?Martinlooked down at the page. Theo agrees to go down and thats it.To be continued.Henrypulled off his shirt. So is that what you want, Martin? For me tofuck you like Ive just fought my way past an army of minions toget to you? Henry loved the idea, loved the dirty desperation ofit.Martingot to his feet and kicked off his trousers and drawers. I wantthat, he agreed. Fuck me like its making you live.Martinwas quickly naked, and he closed the space between them and helpedHenry yank off his clothes. Youve been through hell, Martinwhispered, hot breath and then hot tongue in Henrys ear. Yourefresh from battle, streaked in blood and grime, and stinking ofcordite. He pulled Henrys shirt up and over his head, and Henryfought to loose his hands from the sleeves.Cordite?Gunpowder,Martin told him. He leaned in and bit Henrys neck, teeth closingon the tendon. Im waiting for you. Ive beenwaiting, and waiting, and thinking only of you.Imso dirty, Henry said, eager to play along, but youre clean,and youre ready.He sat back to struggle out of his trousers and drawers. Ormaybe, he said, Maybe its not me youre waiting for.Notyou? Martin was puzzled.Hesnot coming, Henry said. I defeated him. Youre minenow. With this improvisation, Henry sought to banish the specterof past suitors once and for all. Without further word, he attackedMartin and brought him down to the carpet, a conqueror vanquishing aworthy foe. Martin flung himself into Henrys arms, met his kisswith a snarl and the sharpness of his teeth. When Henry broke offkissing him and rose to his knees, Martin stayed him with a handtight on his wrist.Dontgo! We dont need the oil, he insisted. Use spit, just spit.Theyscrewed furiously before the fire, Martins moans telling of bothhis pleasure and his discomfort. Henry fucked him as hard as hedared, reveling in Martins broken cries as his hips slammedagainst his ass. Martin came without touching his cock, wincing evenas he arched his back and shot a ribbon of semen across his chest.Henrysmovements slowed; Martin was hurting. But, Come in me, Henry,Martin begged in a low, urgent voice. Fuck me until you come.Aterrifying wave of affection overcame Henry, a fondness sooverwhelming that it dwarfed any other emotion hed ever felt.Martin met his eyes, encouraging and urging him on. There was noquestion, he would do whatever Martin asked of him. A minute later,he came with a wrenching spasm, his cock jerking hard inside Martinsbody. He let himself be drawn down to lie atop Martin, chest
tochest, heartbeat to heartbeat.Thatwas just what I wanted, Martin whispered. To be fucked by ahero. He kissed Henrys ear and smiled. George should be solucky.Henryhad hoped to see Reggie again on Saturday, but at breakfast Pearlinformed him that the Wiltons had all come down with head colds.Henry was prepared to go anyway, but everyone except him was inagreement that he should not visit the family until they were well. Afarewell dinner for Uncle Reggie had been scheduled for the nextFriday, when they would all surely be on the mend, the night beforeReggies boat was scheduled to leave.Fatherwas not in the breakfast room and it seemed unlikely that he wouldturn up. Henry ate scrambled eggs, several rashers of bacon, sausage,fried potatoes, and raisin toast. Hed sent Martin back to fill hisplate a second time when it occurred to him he might have aconversation with his mother.Mother,he began. You know, I did have lunch with Uncle Reggie last week,if youre interested...Atthe mention of her brothers name, Mothers eyes opened wide andher back straightened. Of course, darling, Id love to hearabout it. She dabbed at her lips with her napkin. Ive spokento him on the telephone, but all he told me was that youd had alovely time.Wedid, Henry confirmed. He told me why he left. Jesse said somethings to me on Christmas that made me think it might have been myfault, but Uncle Reggie doesnt blame me.Motherfrowned. Of course he doesnt, darling. It was all your fathersdoing.Henrydidrather want to blame his father, but Reggie had convinced him he wasin large part responsible for his own exile. Uncle Reggie thinkshe brought it on himself, Henry suggested tentatively.Mothermade a disgusted sound and put down her fork. Reggie is toogenerous, she said. Too willing to take the blame.Hewas pretty convincing, Mother, Henry told her. He wasntblameless, I dont think. But hes going to be home for goodsoon! Isnt that what matters?Ihate that hes leaving again, Mother said fretfully, as if Henryhad said nothing at all. And hes been so busy this month withall those old friends of his, darling, that Ive scarcely seen himat all.Youcould go see him, you know, Henry said gently, wary of angeringher. You could see Uncle Gilbert and Aunt Virginia, too.Well,theyre all sick now, darling, and Ill be seeing them Fridayanyway, she said firmly. I think it would be too much for me totry to see them earlier.Henrydarted a glance at Pearl, whose expression was carefully blank,wondering about his Mothers fitness to go visiting. Henry hadnever been sure how much of his mothers disability was physicaland how much was willful. Surely, no one could take as much laudanumas Mother did and remain fit even if nothing was physically wrong,but perhaps she had some real physical debility, maybe somethingrelated to all the lost babies. Henry did not wish to think too longon his mothers innards and shook off the mental pictures with ashudder.Well,Im just happy that he gets to come home, Henry told her. Imlooking forward to spending more time with him.Mothersighed. If only he hadnt gone, darling...our lives would surelyhave been very different.Henryalso felt
this was true, but didnt see the point on dwelling onthe nine years that were past. Yes, he said, but hescoming home now,Mother. We can start over, if we want.Doyou really think so, darling? Mother cocked her head and looked athim quizzically. I cant help wanting to change the past, andthat makes it sodifficult to think about the future. She sipped her tea and made aface. Ugh, its cold. Pearl and Billy went into action behindher chair, preparing her a fresh cup.Ido think so, Mother, Henry said emphatically. He ate a last fewbites of fried potatoes and a corner of raisin toast while his Mothersipped her fresh, hot tea.Youhave a good attitude, darling, she remarked. I think you mustget that from your father. When Henry raised his eyebrows,surprised, she added, Your father is the most optimistic personIve ever met. Nothing fazes him, and he never met a problem hecouldnt solveby blunt force, if necessary. She managed tosound both disdainful and admiring.Thiswas possibly the longest conversation Henry had ever had with hismother and he was reluctant to end it while they still could findthings to say to one another. He held up his coffee cup and Martinwent to the sideboard to prepare him a fresh cup.Ivealways wondered, Mother... Henry began, why did you marryFather?Mothergave him a sharp look, and for a moment Henry thought shed callhim impertinent and refuse to answer, but her gaze softened and shesaid nothing for a few long seconds.Myfather died suddenly when I was 16, she began, right after mydebut. Im not sure if you knew that, darling. She looked atHenry, expecting an answer.Sortof, Henry said. Hed known she was 16, at any rate.Iwas a popular girl, Mother continued. Popular with other girls,and popular with bachelors. I had a great many prospects, but becauseI was in mourning for my father, and because I wished to complete myschooling, it was agreed that I neednt choose a husband until Iwas 18.Shesipped her tea and seemed to be choosing her words carefully. Ilove my brother Gilbert, but he had no business taking over thestores. They should have gone to one of our uncles. Gilbert was naiveand gullible and trusting, darling, and those are not good qualitiesin a businessman. The stores quickly began foundering under hismanagement, and then the accounts man embezzled a huge sum of moneyand we Wiltons were finished. Iguess Id heard some of this, Henry said. Not about theembezzling, though.
staff. Its not easy to carry chamber pots to the lowerlevels in order to empty them. It was a rather messy affair in thedays before these modern conveniences or so the stories go.Lassenexamined the luxurious fixtures. Instead of a washstand, there was abuilt-in sink. There was also a bathing tub but it was much largerthan any he had seen and was partially embedded in the floor for ahalf sunken appearance. Both were serviced by water taps. Lassenalmost whistled in appreciation at the prospect of no longer havingto draw water from an outdoor well in order to bathe.Whatis this? he wondered as he inspected a tiled space partitioned offfrom the chamber by a divider wrought of thick glass blocks. Slightlyabove his head was a curved metal spout and jutting out from theinner wall was a shallow stone shelf upon which reposed a selectionof soaps.Joseldrew him out of the space and turned on one of the taps below thespout. Water gushed out in a heavy spray.Itsa bathing chute, Josel said. Would you like to try it?Lasseneagerly nodded. The servant smiled and indicated the other tap. Thisprovides hot water.Hotwater? Lassen repeated incredulously. How is it done?Wateris heated at intervals and stored in special tanks that keep it hotfor long periods of time. The tanks release their contents wheneverthe hot water taps are opened.Doall the houses in the city have running water?Joselshook his head. Unfortunately, not all can afford to install thenecessary plumbing into their homes. However, the city providesrunning water for its citizens. In lieu of community wells, there arepublic spigots in every district. Some folk do draw directly from theriver or depend on deep wells but that isnt advisable since thewater hasnt been cleansed for consumption.Areyou saying tap water is potable? Used to boiling water to renderit safe for drinking, Lassen was impressed.Solong as its drawn from the city governments waterworks, yes, itis potable. Of course, such an extensive system is possible only ifthere is a major waterway nearby.Sensingthe youths reluctance to undress in his presence, Josel withdrew.As soon as he left, Lassen shed his clothes and stepped into thebathing chute enclosure. A few seconds later, he was squealing andgiggling as water cascaded down on him. Lassen also discovered hecould regulate the temperature of the water for a nice warm shower.Hewas not too pleased with the assortment of soaps, however. Theiraromas were too sophisticated for his taste. He stepped out of thecubicle and searched the small pack of personal effects he hadcarried with him from Tal Ereq. To his relief, he found a bar of hisfavorite herbal soap. When he lathered himself with it, the familiarscent made him feel less uprooted.Comingout of the bathing room, he saw that his belongings had been neatlyput away. Josel had also arranged a selection of clothing on the widebed. Lassen blew his breath out in some vexation.Aboutto retrieve a simple dun-hued tunic and plain buff breeches from thelong antique wardrobe, he stopped and reconsidered. Josel would showhim something of the keep even if he requested that a more extensivetour be put off until the following day. He would