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it, Henry, but he wants you to be happy above all.Hes letting me come home because you want it, you understand. NotLouisa, but you.He doesnt trust me, and hell be keeping an eye on me, but hesgoing to let you have me and the rest of the Wiltons because he cansee how much you want that. He told me this at Christmas, darling.Hes seeing it late, and hes handling it all wrong, but hesdoing it for you, darling. Reggie moved his filet around with hisfork, but didnt actually bring any food to his mouth. Benjy,more tea, please.So,what actually happened? Why did you leave?Itwas a minor thing, really. If it hadnt been for all the other farworse things that Id done, it wouldve been nothing. I defiedhis authority. He wanted you to do one thing, and I wanted you to doanother. I wanted you to see the dancers at a ball, and he wanted youto stay in bed. I brought you downstairsIremember, Henry said. It was wonderful.Iknewyoud like it, Reggie said with some satisfaction. Well, Ibrought you down, and that was the last straw for Hiram. He draggedme into that cigar-reeking study of his and put the fear of god intome. He threatened me with everything, simply everything:withholding money from my family, keeping me away from you andLouisa, demanding payback for all those loans. My young man had keptour affair secret from his family and Hiram even threatened to exposehim. He was just venting, I think, and would have done none of it,but I was scared and foolish, and I ran to my friend, Mr. Ellsworth,who was leaving for Italy, and he agreed to take me with him. Hedbeen making overtures toward me for some time, but Id been tooabsorbed in my ridiculous love affair to pay him any mind.Henryhad finished his chicken and was still hungry, so when the waitercame around again, they ordered dessert.Iexiled myself,you see. I wanted to leave all my troubles and shame behind. Once wewere in Italy, Frederick could only afford to support us both for ashort period of time. I needed money, and your father agreed to giveit to me if I would stay away from you in return. It wasnt justbecause Im queer, Henry, though that was certainly a concern. Hewanted me to stay away from you because I was careless and selfish.He didnt want me to hurt you, Henry. Youre precious to him,even if you cant see it.Henrylooked at Reggies kind, handsome face. He seemed to believe whathe was saying, though Henry had his doubts.Ofcourse, if I had been able to make my own money, I wouldnt havehad to follow his rules. Dont let yourself grow up to be a uselessperson, Henry! Reggie smiled ruefully as the waiter set a piece ofcake in front of him. Oh, this looks nice, doesnt it?Henryate his chocolate torte, shyly offering Martin a bite with the extrafork that the observant waiter had provided. Whats Italy like?Ourpart of it is beautiful. Idyllic, really. Our house is out in thecountry, by a lake, and theres a little vineyard. Its not toofar
from the city, so friends would come out for the weekend and wedhave wonderful parties. Wed have all sorts of people, artists andwriters and actors and bonsvivantsof all stripes. And even though it started out as a sort of marriageof convenience, I grew to really love Frederick while we livedthere. Reggie reached again for Henrys wrist. Does it seemstrange to you that I talk about loving another man the way most menwould speak of a woman, a wife? I dont mean to make youuncomfortable, darling.Henryshook his head. I like hearing about it. You make it soundnormal. He came to a sudden decision, decided he would take arisk. He would trust that Reggie was someone he could talk to.Reggieblinked, seeming somewhat nonplussed by this statement.Itmakes me feel better about what my life might turn out like, Henrycontinued, a quaver in his voice and heat rising in his cheeks. Itdidnt matter, you see, him keeping you away from me. Ivemanaged to turn out queer anyway. Henry heard Martin gasp at hisback.Reggiereared back from the table, aghast. Darling, youre joking!No,Henry said firmly. Im so serious, Uncle.Howcan you be sure, darling? Youre so youngHowold were you when youknew? Henry countered.Reggiedid not answer right away. Looking contrite, he said, Im sorryto belittle you, darling. Of course you know.Iveknown for years. I tried not to be, I really did, but...this is who Iam, I guess. He was trembling and half-regretted having saidanything at all, but at the same time it felt so good to have toldsomeone!Reggieglanced up above Henrys head at Martin. I knew undeniably whenI brought Benjy home, Reggie said quietly. Im guessing itwas the same for you.Henryblushed again to think of all hed come to know since bringingMartin home.Youhave to be careful, darling. I couldnt tell you what your fathermight do if he found out. Youre his heir, after all.Illbe careful, Henry said with perhaps undue confidence. But Ineed you to help me, Uncle. Theres so much I dont know!Whatdo you mean, darling? Reggie looked slightly apprehensive.Really, Henry, I cant see my way toward instructHenryflushed with mortification. No! Oh, no, Uncle Reggie, I dontwant you to tell me how to...no, I dont need that! He took adeep breath. I only want to know where to go, where people like megather. You can tell me that, cant you?Reggiefrowned, shaking his head. Oh, Henry, no. Youre too young to berunning around the streets by yourself, much less in those kinds ofneighborhoods. Besides, I dont really know where the excitingplaces are anymore, darling. I havebeen out of the country for nearly a decade.Youcould introduce me to your friends, Henry suggested eagerly. Iwont embarrass you, I promise.Darling,Im not worried about that. You areaware my friends are all old like me, arent you?Yourenot so old, Henry told him. Im only looking for people totalk to, after all. Im not looking for a lover.Butyoure just the age everyone wants, darling. They would all lookupon you as fresh meat, Reggie said wryly. Im not surethats a good idea.Soyou wont help me at all? Henry found this most frustrating. Iconfess my deepest secret to
you, and youre the only one who couldpossibly help me, but you wont do it. He sat back heavily inhis chair, arms crossed over his chest.Reggielooked slightly chastened. Let me think on it. I can ask somepeople where they think a nice boy should gobut no guarantees,Henry. There might be no good place.Thankyou for asking, Henry said, smiling broadly, relieved. Really,thank you!Itmight have to wait until I return from Italy, Reggie warned him.Promise you wont go off on your own until I have a chance toinvestigate for you, all right, darling?Ipromise.Reggiepaid and they left the restaurant. Reggie insisted that they take thefirst cab, that he and Benjy would get the next. Reggie took Henryshand in both of his own and said, I love you, Henry. Im so gladto be back in your life.Ilove you, too, Uncle. Henry felt his eyes well with tears and,embarrassed, hurried into the cab.Martinclimbed in after him and sat at his side. Henry took Martins handin his and Martin let him do it. They were silent until the cabstarted rolling, and then Henry asked, Were you surprised I toldhim?Martincleared his throat. A little, Sir. But I think you were right totell him. He can help you, Sir. He wantsto help you.Theysat a minute in silence as the cab bumped along. So, that wasquite a story Reggie told, Henry said. About why he left, Imean. I guess it wasnt just my father being horrible.No,Sir, Martin agreed. It sounds like your uncle was maybe alittle horrible, too. He squeezed Henrys hand. And it wasntyour fault, either, Sir, you see?Notentirely, anyway, Henry agreed. He leaned his head on Martinsshoulder, knocking his hat askew.Sir,please, sit up. Someone could see...Henrysighed and sat upright. I just want to be close to you... hesaid, wheedling.Wecan be close at home, Sir, Martin said firmly. Were holdinghands; that should be quite enough.IfReggie can help me, Henry said, If he can tell me where to go,maybe therell be a place where you can hold my hand and not beworried about who sees us.Martindid not look like he believed there was any possibility of therebeing such a place. Uncharacteristically stiff and prim, he said,With all the dirty, loving things we can do in private, Sir, Idont see the need to flaunt our affection in public.Henryneeded to be acknowledged and respected and envied all at once, buthe did not have the wherewithal to articulate this to Martin.Instead, he squeezed Martins hand and held onto it a few secondslonger when Martin tried to pull away.Athome in his bedroom, Henry said, Remember what you said? About allthe dirty, loving things we can do in private? Why dont we do someof those?Martinsmiled and reached for Henrys collar. What are you thinkingof?Henryhad been enjoying how excited Martin got when he licked his asshole,how hed reach between Martins legs and grab hold of his hardcock and it would jerk in his hand, a rabbit kick, as Henry thrusthis tongue inside. Im going to lick your ass until youredesperate for my cock, Henry told him, excited by his own boldwords, cheeks flushed. Until youre begging to
his cock out of Martins mouth andsaid, Get undressed, slave.Martinstripped quickly and dropped back to his knees before Henry. Whatdo you want me to do, Sir?Keepsucking me, you lazy slave, and youd better do a good job or...oryoull be punished.It had been a sudden inspiration, and Henry bit his lip, worried tosee how Martin would react.Martininhaled a sharp, shocked breath and his eyes went wide. He was, Henrywas relieved to see, excited and not frightened, or not toofrightened. Oh, god, Sir! IDoit, Henry insisted roughly, reaching out and grabbing a handful ofMartins hair. Put it in your mouth. Now.Or, or its the whipping post for you.Witha tremulous moan, Martin took Henrys cock deep into his mouth,into his throat. With his hands wrapped in Martins hair, Henrymanhandled his head in an erratic rhythm, making Martin choke andgasp as he made thorough use of his wet mouth. When hed had hisfill of this, he let Martin set his own pace, let him suck until hefelt close, his excitement ratcheting higher, and he reached thepoint where he either needed to let himself come or slow things down.He put his hand on the back of Martins head and pulled him inclose, pulled him until his nose was pressed against his belly, andMartin made a muffled sound that was half-protest, half-exultationaround Henrys cock. Henry could feel Martins throat musclesspasm, could feel him struggle for breath as he made excited littlemoans.Getup, slave. He released Martins head.Martinsat back on his heels, letting Henrys cock slide out from betweenhis lips. His face was red, his eyes watering. He wiped his wet mouthwith the back of his hand and grinned happily at Henry. His cockstood up straight from his lap, hard and slick.Henryheld out his hand and said it again, Come on, get up, slave.Martin took his hand and got to his feet.Henrytook hold of Martin by the shoulders and positioned him facing thebed. He slapped Martins ass hard enough to make his hand sting,hard enough to make Martin cry out in shock. He was gratified to seethat Martin looked delighted with this course of events. Bendover, slave. Lean on the bed. He gave Martin a little shovebetween his shoulder blades and Martin bent over, bracing his handson the bed and arching his back a little, presenting his ass to Henrysomewhat hopefully. Henry stood behind Martin, letting his own hard,spit-slick cock slot in between Martins buttocks, and ran his handup and down Martins back.Ifyou dont do as I say, I willpunish you, Henry told him. He drew slashing crosshatch marks onthe skin of Martins back with his fingertips, his nails leavingfaint pink stripes, and slapped Martins ass again. But if youdo as youre told, youll get what you deserve...Oh,Sir,Martin said, his voice unsteady and pressured. Oh, god, Sir.Pleasedont punish me, Sir! I try so hard to be good, I really do!Henrybent and kissed the top of the cleft of Martins ass, gave him aslow lick just shy of his asshole, and Martin whimpered and shiftedhis weight from one foot to the other in nervous anticipation.Keepstill, slave, Henry said, getting down on
eyes, circling the puckered muscle with his tongue andthen spiking into it, over and over again, really feeling what he wasdoing and intensely aroused. The faint muskiness, the textures ofMartins flesh, and the feeling of muscles flexing against his lipsand tongue were a powerful tonic to his lust. The idea of doingsomething this intimate to anyone else was repellent, absurd, but toknow Martin in this way was absolutely necessary. Martins loudmoans were almost unbearably exciting and Henrys cock got harderand harder listening to him. Henry touched himself just lightly,welcome pressure; he had placed no restrictions on himself, afterall.Sir,Martin whispered urgently. Sir,will you let me come now?. Ive been so good.Henrysmiled against Martins skin but said, No. Absolutely not. Heleaned back and slapped Martins ass hard, leaving a red handprint,and said, Ask again and Ill whip you raw.Martingroaned and shuddered and arched his back, pushing his ass in Henrysface, and Henry took the hint, spreading Martins cheeks with hishands, blowing over his wet skin, and teasing his sensitive,twitching hole with the tip of his tongue.Martinkept up his nonspecific beggingplease,Sir, pleaseandhis legs were shaking erratically, near to collapse, such that Henrythought maybe Martin had had enough. He reached between Martinslegs, cupping his balls for just a moment, and Martin growled, needyand at the same time certain of having that need fulfilled. Henrydrilled his tongue into Martins hole as he wrapped his fingersaround Martins cock and cupped the wet head in his palm, andMartins cock jerked hard as he shouted Henry!His elbows buckled and he slumped onto the bed, away from Henrysmouth and hand.Illcome, Sir, Martin explained sheepishly, pushing himself back up.If you touch me, Ill come, but you said I couldnt come,Sir.Doyou want to come, slave?Iwant to be a good slave, Sir, please.Martinwas the best slave, that was obvious to Henry. On the bed, hesaid. On your back, right here on the edge. He got to his feetand reached for the nightstand drawer while keeping his eyes fixed onMartins genitals and ass. Martin drew his knees up and let themfall wide and Henry went to stand at the side of the bed between hisraised feet with the bottle of oil.Letme oil your cock, Sir. Martin propped himself up on his elbow andheld out his hand. Henry poured a few drops of oil into Martinspalm and stood close so that Martin could work the length of hiscock. He put his own slick fingers into Martins ass, giving himthe sort of perfunctory preparation that he seemed to findsufficient.Henrywished more than anything that he could fuck Martin and suck him atthe same time, have the feeling of a cock in his mouth whileexperiencing the squeeze of a body around his own. He supposed thatswhat two boys at once were for, but he really just wanted it to beMartin.Hepushed his cock inside Martins body and Martin groaned and shiftedbeneath him, spreading his legs wider still, opening further, andHenry was pulled in deeper. Henry bent over him and held his face andkissed him.Youtaste of me, Sir, Martin whispered with a shiver, kissing Henryagain.Doyou like it? Henry knew he did.Itexcites
Had it been a good enough game? Martin seemed to beenjoying himself, and it had been more fun than Henry hadanticipated, but he didnt know how to judge such play. He didntthink hed actually hurt Martin or made him truly unhappy, but hedidnt exactly understand what Martin wanted out of this game.Regardless, it was amazing that Martin offered him such trust, and hewould reward him for it.Thatsenough, he said. You can stop.Martinwhimpered with relief. Oh, thank you, Sir! He pressed his handsover his tender nipples and let his eyes flutter closed. His prettycock was slapping wetly against his belly with each of Henrysthrusts and his breath came in ragged hitches.Henryloved him more than life.Hebent over him and angled his head for a kiss. Martin reached for himand met him with an eager mouth. His arms went around Henrys back,legs about his waist, his embrace making it difficult for Henry tomove. He whimpered into Henrys mouth, fingers digging into Henrysshoulders. Then Martin broke off kissing and clung, breathing hard,his face buried in Henrys neck. He seemed overwhelmed withemotion, so heartbreakingly vulnerable.Yourea good slave, Henry told him, stroking his hair. I wontpunish you. He hoped it was the right thing to say.Martingave a shaky sigh and again sought Henrys mouth with his own.Asthey kissed, Henry pumped into him, steady thrusts. Martin lickedinto his mouth, sucked his tongue, bit his lip. Henrys bodycoursed with energy, blood pumping, skin tingling. He was sweating,working, feeling the pull on his cock in exquisite detail, the grainof Martins flesh tight along his shaft. He raised himself out ofMartins embrace so he could look upon his beautiful face; Martinseyes were closed, but then he opened them and gave Henry the dazzlingsmile he loved. Henry blushed and returned the smile; a foolish,ardent grin.Henrywas ready to cometo let Martin comeand be through with theirgame.Touchyourself when youre ready, Henry told him, then added, Slave,in case they were still playing.Witha moan signifying his relief, Martin reached for his cock and rubbedthe skin of the shaft up and down with graceful little movements ofhis wrist. There were spots of bright pink in each of his cheeks andwhen he opened his eyes, his gaze conveyed excitement and trust.Donthold back. Ill come when you do, Henry said with confidence. Hewas ready; he wanted this incredible feeling to go somewhere, toculminate, and he wanted to see Martin experiencing the same thing,their bodies in perfect synchrony. He began to move moredeliberately, angling his thrusts just so, to make Martin want tocome, too. You can come. You have permission, he reminded him.Martinsucked in a hissing breath. Oh, Im a good slave, arent I,Sir? He began to work the full length of his cock, his graceful,bony hand making such deft movements, and it was so pretty, the wayMartin did it; Henry did not think his own hands and cock couldpossibly make such an appealing display. Martin had his eyes closed,his lip caught between his teeth, and Henry watched him intently,looking back and forth between his debauched-angel face and his busyhand, and felt the change when Martin stilled and began to come.
Helet himself come, too, glorious and triumphant, watching Martinssemen spurt from his cock, hearing Martin call his name, and takingso much pleasure in knowing hed made it good for Martin again.Martinwasnt in a hurry to get up and get his basin, which Henryappreciated. He lay down next to Martin, his legs hanging over theside of the bed, and Martin rolled against him, fitting himself underHenrys arm.Martinkissed Henrys chest and then rubbed his cheek against the placehed kissed. He squeezed Henry tighter and said, I was surprisedwhen you said...when you first said that bit about punishing me.Wasthat okay? I worried maybe that was going too far.Itshocked me, Martin admitted, but it was exciting. It was justplaying, after all.Okay,Henry said, So long as I didnt really scare you.No,Martin assured him. You just made me sohard. You made me want to be so good for you.Youareso good, Henry said, kissing his forehead. You do know that,right? Youre the best.Yourea very easygoing person, Henry. Its no trouble to be good foryou.IHenry began, then wasnt sure how to proceed. I never imaginedany slave would want to play at having a cruel master.Martinlaughed softly. Its a little perverse, isnt it? Its onlyfun because youre not really like that at all.Didyou ever play like this before...?Well,they tried to be positive at Ganymede, telling us our masters wouldbe good to us if we were obedient, but there were hints that thiswasnt always the case, and of course all of us worried about beingsold to someone unkind. We played masters and slaves when we werelittle, quite innocently, of course, just bossing each other around,but it turned...darker when we were older.Inthat moment, Henry felt his inexperience very acutely.Itwas more fun to play this way, though, Martin said. With you,my realmaster.Ihope I did it the way you wanted.Youdid. It was very exciting! I like that cruelty doesnt comenaturally to you, Henry, but you made good choices all the same.Henryfelt relieved. He remembered Martin wincing as he played with hisnipples and asked, Are you sore?Martinlaughed. Which part of me?Well,any part, I guess, but I was thinking about your nipples. That wasnttoo mean, was it?Martinconsidered this a moment. No, it was good. Reallygood. I...liked it. I liked it when you let me stop! He laughedand gave Henrys nipple a light pinch. Youlike it, though, dont you?Morethan you do, Henry agreed, relieved that Martin wasnt upsetabout any aspect of their game.Theycuddled hanging half off the bed, feeling slightly precarious but notwanting to move away from one another, but at last Martin went forhis basin and cloth and came to sit on the edge of the bed at Henryship and wiped him clean.Henrythought back on the lunch conversation again. Im thinking aboutReggie and Benjamin... Henry began. When he said he knewundeniably that he was queer when he brought Benjamin home, do youthink it meant that theyre like us? Doing forbidden things?Ido think that. Martin put his basin on the nightstand and lay downat Henrys side again. Theyre so fond of each other.ButI think maybe theyre different in terms of, er, how they dothings, Henry continued. I suspect