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feeling of yourcock, Henry. I just love it somuch.He bent down into Henrys arms and kissed him lavishly, wet andeager.Henryplanted his feet on the floor and held Martins ass cheeks in bothhands, spread them wide, and lifted his hips again and again as theykissed, fucking Martins hole with short, hard strokes. Martinwhimpered and bit Henrys lip, then buried his face in Henrysneck and clung to him while he pounded up into his ass, their bodiesmeeting with loud, fleshy smacks.WhenHenrys pace faltered, Martin let go of him and sat up. Let medo it now. He ran his hands over Henrys chest and teased hisnipples hard while he rocked on his prick, taking it deep. Martinsown cock was hard and slick at the head and he moaned and let hishead fall back as Henry fondled it, exposing the length of his throatand offering Henry a reminder that hed agreed to choke him.Martinrose up on his knees, then sank down on Henrys cock with awhimper. He rose again and said, Let me make you feel good,Henry, as he sat back down. He fucked himself on Henrys cock ata vigorous pace, not too frantic but breathtaking nonetheless, andHenry ran his hands over all of Martin he could reach.Willyou do it? Martin breathed, leaning over him. Will you put yourhands around my neck?Now?Please.Henryshands began to shake and he blushed for fear that Martin would seeand know how nervous he was. He reached up to touch Martins whitethroat, fingers around the back of his neck and thumbs over the hardbump of his Adams apple. Martins tattoo was bright where itpeeked out between Henrys wrists. Now what?Justsqueeze a little. Dont be nervous. He leaned into Henrystouch, putting much more pressure on his own neck than Henry wouldhave felt comfortable doing, and Henry pulled his hands away,startled.Henry?Martin caught himself from falling forward with a hand on Henryschest. Do you not want to do this?Infact, Henry did notwant to do it, but he wasnt going to admit it, not if Martin haddone this with Richard and other Ganymede boys. How hard do youwant me to squeeze?Ifyou let me lean on you, you wont have to squeeze very hard.Allright, then. I know what to expect now, I think. His cock had gonea little soft in Martins ass and this embarrassed him, too. He wasa frightened boy, not a man.Martinfelt the difference and bent over him to kiss his mouth. Henry ranhis hands up and down Martins back and ass, tangled his fingers inthe hair at the nape of his neck, then tentatively wrapped one handaround Martins throat and felt his pulse. Martin moaned againstHenrys lips and then sucked on his tongue, leaning hard into histouch. He twisted his hips down against Henrys lap, making Henryscock fully hard again, and Henry began to feel a little better aboutthis choking game.Martinput his hand on Henrys wrist and sat up, taking Henrys handwith him, still wrapped around his throat. Martin swallowed and Henryfelt everything shift in his neck, sliding up and then down. The skinof Martins neck seemed especially warm, especially soft; the beatof his
pulse felt round and rapid, like beads throbbing beneath hisskin.Bothhands, please, Martin said softly, lifting up off Henrys lap.His cock was leaking onto Henrys belly, connected with a stickythread of fluid, and it showed a vivid dark pink against the white ofhis skin.Henryput both hands around Martins neck and felt Martins sigh, feltMartin come down emphatically around his cock and raise up off itagain, over and over, slippery but with just enough friction to giveHenry chills upon chills, his skin tingling all over. Martin leanedheavily into Henrys hands and Henry locked his elbows and resistedthe urge to loosen his grip on Martins neck. Martins breathingwas rough and constricted, and he began to work his cock with hisleft hand, using the right to brace himself against Henrys chest.Tighter.Martins voice came out as a rasp. His face was red, and veinsbulged in his throat. Henry hesitated, and Martin begged again.Tighter, please.Henrysqueezed Martins neck and Martin whimpered and closed his eyes.His face was dark, nearly purple, and a vein throbbed in hisforehead. His face looked distorted and unfamiliar, and it wasunnerving to see this strangers countenance atop Martinsfamiliar, beloved body.Oh,Henry,Martin said in a harsh, croaking whisper. Oh, god, Henry, Henry!He stilled, his hips stuttering to a halt and his hand hesitatingover his cock, and he came hard, his jism hitting Henry in the face,hot and startling, and Henry let go of Martins neck.Henry!Did it get in your eye? Martin raised his hand to his throat,touching the place where Henry had squeezed him. His color wasblotchy but quickly returning quickly to normal.No,no, Im fine. Henry took hold of Martins hips. Help mecome. He pulled Martin down into a kiss and rocked his hipsagainst Martins ass. Martin licked Henrys cheek clean andcountered Henrys thrusts with undulating movements of his hips,making little satisfied grunts as he did so.Henrygathered Martin close and rolled him over, onto his back, and droveinto him hard enough to make him wince. Martin drew his knees up,legs spread, wide open, and reached up to run his hands over Henryschest, pinching his nipples in passing.Comefor me, Henry. Come on, do it.Henrylooked down at him, at his beautiful face and broad shoulders, at hishair spread out on the carpet like the rays of the sun. No visualtrace of the choking game remained, and he was his familiar self, andHenry loved him. Nothing could be easier than to come at his command.Henry bent to kiss him, and Martins arms came around his back andheld him tight while he shuddered through a prolonged, intense orgasmthat left him feeling relieved and blessed and loved.Theycurled around each other, Henrys head on Martins chest andMartin combing through Henrys hair with languid flicks of hiswrist.Thankyou, Henry, Martin said, bending to kiss the top of Henryshead. I always wanted to try that.Henryfroze. Tryit? Wait. I thought you did this before, with Richard and whoeverelse at Ganymede.Oh,no! People told me about it, but Id never done it before. I didntmean to give you the impression I was practiced at it! He paused amoment and then asked, Thats all right, isnt it? That Iveonly done
it with you?Henrydidnt know how to feel. Hed only agreed to do it because hethought Richardhad done it; it wasnt anything hehad wanted to do. On the other hand, he loved that it was somethingthat Martin had only done with him, something definite he had overRichard and the others.Yeah,Henry said slowly. I guess.Martindrew him closer. I appreciate it very much, Henry. I know youdont always like the games I want to play, and youre such agood sport.Ilove you, Henry explained. I want to make you happy.Ifeel the same, Henry. He snuggled close and wrapped himself aroundHenry for just long enough for Henry to feel perfectly content, thenunwound himself and went for his basin.Henrylay naked before the fire and let Martin wash him: his cheekbone, hischest, his cock, his hands. Henry pawed and petted Martin while heworked, and when at last Henry was clean, Martin let himself be drawndown into a kiss and stretched out full-length atop Henrys body.Werebony. Martin rubbed his cheek alongside Henrys and kissed hisear.Oneof us should get a little fatter, Henry remarked. We could usea little padding.Itllhave to be you, Henry. A companion shouldnt ever be getting fat.Its part of the job to be fit.Becareful what you wish for, or Ill end up a colossus like myfather, and Ill get on top of you and squash you flat. Henryrolled Martin over onto his back and loomed over him, laughing.Martin tickled him and he collapsed in helpless giggles, hunched overtrying to protect his ribs. They rolled back and forth across thefloor, knocking into the basin and sloshing water on the carpet.Ihave to try to clean that up, Martin said, breaking out of Henrysembrace. I dont want your carpet all spotty. He got up andwent into the bathroom for a towel and then came back to blot at thewet spot while Henry watched.Doyou have homework, Henry?Henrygrimaced. Yes, of course.Letsdo what we can before I go down for dinner, shall we?Dowe have to get dressed?Martinlaughed. No, we can be naked.Henrygot his school bag and plopped down before the fire again. He hadanother paragraph about Hercules from Dr. Foster and he translatedthe few words he recognized before putting this aside for Martin todo. He set about doing Mr. McLachlans math problems with goodcheer; he would not need Martins help with these.Martinwent and put his damp towel in the laundry basket and returned to sitcross-legged at Henrys side before the fire. He picked up theLatin mimeograph and a pencil and began translating.Theyworked in a companionable silence for perhaps ten minutes, thenMartin put down his pencil and the Latin text and said, Itsdone.Thankyou. Henry reached for Martin, a hand around the back of his neck,and pulled him in for a kiss.Ishould get dressed now. Its nearly time.Ofcourse. Go on then.Bythe time Martin returned fully-dressed, Henry had finished his mathand lay on his back on the floor, hands behind his head, basking inthe warmth from the fireplace.Martinknelt down to say goodbye. Are you going to fall asleep here?Henrysmiled up at him. I might.Martinsmoothed his hair back from his forehead. You look like a godresting in the
forest. I dont want to leave you.Getyour dinner, Henry told him, kissing his fingers. Ill behere when you get back.OnceMartin had gone, Henry bestirred himself to copy the Latin paragraphthen flopped back down on the floor, wanting Martin to find him wherehed left him. He dozed a little and dreamed that he was fuckingTom and choking him, and Martin pointed out that he was safe, that hecouldnt get gonorrhea that way. He woke abruptly, embarrassed andaroused, and decided he would not share this dream with Martin.Martinreturned slightly upset, having spoken with Jerry, who had manyunkind things to say about Tom.Itried to explain to him that obviously Tom had no idea he wasspreading disease, but Jerrys behaving as if Tom did this onpurpose. He doesnt have to be friendly with Tom if he doesntwant to be, of course, but I dont see the point of being hostileand vindictive. Poor Tom is devastated as it is. Martin put thestuds in Henrys shirtfront, his expression pinched and fretful.DidJerry know that Tom was carrying on other affairs while he wasinvolved with them? Henry held out his hands to have his cufflinksinserted.Hemust have. Tom never made any secret of it. Tom iswasverypopular.Wheredid Tom catch it, anyway? Does he know?Martinmade a disgusted face. Oh, this awful girl. Edith.He nearly spat the name. He knelt and held Henrys trousers ready.Itwas just a guess, but Henry asked, Is she a little redhead? Reallypretty?Martinwent wide-eyed, astonished. How did you know?Shewas after him at Billys wedding. I overheard a conversation.Shewanted him to be hers and hers alone. Martin said thisdisdainfully, as if it were self-evident that Tom would never belongto the likes of Edith. Meanwhile, shehad so many suitors! I wouldnt be surprised if she knew she wasdiseased and fucked him anyway. While Henry tucked in his shirt,Martin fetched his braces out of the wardrobe.Ifshes so horrible, why was Tom involved with her at all?Well,Tomdoesnt think shes horrible, or at least he didnt. She isvery pretty, as you said, and Toms quite vain and liked thepicture the two of them made together.Whydo you dislike her so much? Its not just this latest thing, isit?Shesalways been dishonest, and shes so possessive and clingy!Martin shuddered with distaste.Henrywas a little worried by this, and a tiny bit offended. Im veryprotective of you. Some might consider mepossessive and clingy.Martinwaved this off as being of no account. But you have every right,Henry. Edithhas no claim. He held Henrys waistcoat up for him to put on.Toms a companion, after all. Mr. Caldwell will alwayshave first claim on his attentions.Henrywent down to dinner with a few lingering questions. Did Martinactually not mind how possessive and clingy Henry could be? Or was itjust that he accepted it as his due as Henrys companion? Henrydidnt like the idea that Martin was simply putting up with him,though he supposed there was a certain amount of putting-up-with thatfree people did in their relationships, as well. Really, Martindidnt behave like someone who felt burdened with Henrysattentions, so he couldnt be resenting Henrys clinginess toomuch.Whilehe ate, he thought about the slaves hed seen at the
not as nice.We had regular schoolbooks and regular storybooks. We had many of thesame books I see on your shelves.Well,thats what I want to read, Henry asserted. A slave story. Arealforbidden love. A romance between master and slave, like us.Martinconsidered this, lip held between his teeth. You know, there mightbe such books, but offered for sale discreetly. For adults,adult gentlemen. Im thinking of the dirty book we passed around atGanymede; it wasnt the sort of thing youd be able to buy at aregular bookshop.Howdoes a person find a dirty bookshop? Henry mused, not reallyexpecting Martin would know.I-Imnot sure? I can find out if youd like. Or you might ask Mr.Briggs; no doubt his brother knows exactly where such shops arelocated.Itwas a good idea. James would surely know where to buy pornographicbooks, but Henry didnt want James knowing that he wanted any suchthing; he didnt even want Louis to know.No,Id better not ask James, Henry told him. Hed feelentitled to know what I wanted. Hed want to know all my business,and Louis would be just as bad.Imsure I can find out for you, if youll give me a little time.Martin put Henrys laundry in the basket and hung his dinner suitin the wardrobe. He stripped off his own clothes with efficient speedwhile Henry admired him from his perch on the edge of the bed.Gathering everything up, Martin said, Ill just go put myclothes away.Allright. Henry followed him as far as the bathroom, where he brushedhis teeth. After he had rinsed and spit, he went to lay down,sprawled across the bed.Illbe right back. Martin bent over him in pajamas and dressing gown.Get under the covers, Henry. Its cold. He kissed Henry onthe mouth and left the room with their laundry.Whilehe waited for Martins return, Henry thought more about what a goodmaster-slave forbidden-love romance would read like. He thought hisown story was a good example, actually, though hed leave out theridiculous part where the master was essentially afraid to touch hisslave for weeks and weeks, as he felt this would make the mastercharacter laughable. No, in his story, the master and slave would beunquestionably drawn to each other in the auction hall, and theydconsummate their desire as soon as they were alone. Or no, hmm, maybeit was better if they had to wait for some reason, and the waitingwould make it that much more exciting when they finally did touch oneanother.Martinreturned and climbed into bed. They kissed all entwined, and Martinran his hands through Henrys hair, holding Henrys head where hewanted it. His hard cock was slick and insistent alongside Henrysown.Youremy dirty boy, arent you, Henry? he breathed. Youll doanything for me.Henrythought he maybe shouldnt agree this was true; it wasnt verymasterful to admit it. But all he said was, Yes. Yes I will.Theinvitations for the Metropolitan Ball were arriving all during theweek, the boys at school visibly relieved when theirs arrived, andthose still waiting taking pains to hide their anxiety. TheMetropolitan Ball was just one of many spring balls but it was theonly one where Algonquin boys traditionally served as escorts.Although it had never
happened before, there were rumors that not allthe boys in their year would be asked, as there were boys from otherschools invited, as well, and there were only so many girls in needof escorts.ToHenrys great relief, his invitation arrived on Wednesday, and whenhe and Martin returned home from school, Pearl congratulated him andexplained the arrangements in his mother's place, as Mother was downwith a headache. Henry remembered hearing all of this before, whenJames had been an escort four years prior. As an invited escort,Henry would participate in a quadrille that would show the youngladies being debuted to best advantage. It would require a great dealof practice, of course, and Gill's Dancing Academy would see to histraining beginning the first week of March.I'msure Martin is a wonderful dancer, Sir, Pearl remarked. He'ssuch a well-trained boy. And, of course, you have always been verylight on your feet. You neednt worry about the quadrille, Sir; itwill just be dances you already know made into combinations.Theywould attend lessons on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school for twomonths, dancing with their slaves for the first six weeks, butpartnering with the girls for the final two weeks before the ball,which would take place the last Saturday in April. Henry did not careif he ever danced with another girl, but he was excited about theball. He wanted to see Martin in his formal clothing, and, because itwas a white-tie event, the slaves would wear collared shirts andblackties; he'd never seen Martin in a tie, with his mark covered.Theonly bad thing about the invitation, and it was minor, was thatHenrys full name had been written out, and his hated middle namehad received the calligraphers flourished treatment.Eustace,Sir, Martin said, a smirk quirking the corner of his mouth as theyclimbed the stairs. How have I known you this long without knowingyour middle name?Idont exactly make it known, Henry said in a warning tone. Ifyou care about what I want, you wont be saying it often.Wheredoes it come from, Sir? Is it a family name?Itwas Grandfather Wiltons name, I think. Its from the Wiltons,anyway.InHenrys room, Martin set the invitation on Henrys desk, proppedup against his pencil cup.Ima bit excited, Martin admitted. Itll be a real grown-upparty, wont it?Itwill be, Henry confirmed. When it was James turn, Louis andI heard all about it, of course, and its very grand. As you mightguess, all James wanted to do was to sneak liquor and kiss girls, butI think most boys are pretty well-behaved.Iimagine being dressed up gives everyone a sense of occasion,Martin remarked.Afterhomework, they had a little time before Martins dinner, so Martinhelped Henry write Reggie a letter.DearUncle,Thankyou for your letter. I hope youve been able to rid yourself ofsome of your unwanted possessions since you wrote. It seems to me itmust be very trying to dismantle a life and I do not envy you thetask. I hope you are able to do it with a sense of hope and a feelingthat the future holds much for you, as I believe to be the case. Weare all certainly eager for you to return home.Ivereceived my invitation to
set a cup of tea down before her, along with ascone on a gold-rimmed plate. My family are special people, dontyou think?Henrythought that they were, but he wasnt sure he meant it the same wayhis mother did. Um, yes, they are.Well,have a nice time with your cousins, darling. Ill want to hear allabout it.Itwas only half-past nine, but Henry thought they might go to thearcade beforehand to check out the peep show reels. They got theircoats and hats and went out into the chill to wait for the omnibus.Henry felt slightly nervous about seeing his cousins, especiallyJesse; Jesse was unpredictable. Jesse wouldnt be suggesting anyvoyeuristic games in a restaurant, to be sure, but Henry felt alittle pleasantly wary of him nonetheless. Jesse was exciting in away that reminded Henry of James, yet without James mean streak.With James now dishonored, it would be nice to admire someonesaudacity again.Theomnibus had plenty of seats open so Martin sat down with Henry, theirknees touching where no one could see.Henryleaned close and whispered, I love you, in Martins ear.Martindrew back, his cheeks pink, and said, Sir!Itstrue, Henry said with a shrug, grinning, delighted to have madeMartin blush.Theygot off the omnibus a block from Union Square and walked over to thearcade, where they were among the mornings first customers. Theyounger boys who ran back and forth between the strength-testingmachines seemed fascinated by Martin, his long hair and tattooedchest, and Henry recognized that he resented their gaping fascinationfar more than Martin did. Martin ignored them and bent over theMutoscopes, plugging in pennies as he made his way down the row.Henrystayed close, taking every opportunity to let his shoulder brushMartins or to touch his hand in passing as they traded turns atthe machines, and Martin let him do it. He sensed that some of theboys were envious, and whether their envy was because he was rich, orbecause he had Martin, he enjoyed feeling superior and privileged.Ata quarter of eleven, they left the arcade and walked down 5th toWashington Square and the Garibaldi statue. They saw Jesse and Eli ata distance, Jesse horsing around with Russ while Eli and Owenwatched. Henry had somehow imagined that Jesse would behave moreconventionally in public, but hed actually had no reason to thinkthat, and here was Jesse proving that hed been foolish in hisimaginings. There were very few circumstances in which Henry would bewilling to roughhouse in public with Martin, and midmorning in a busypark wasnt one of them.Henry!Jesse caught sight of him and waved, his other arm around Russneck. They looked to be having a great time. Eli looked a littleuneasy, but glad enough to see Henry. Jesse insisted on huggingHenry, but Eli was content with a handshake.Didyou come straight from home? Or were you somewhere else before youcame here? Jesse asked.Wewent to the arcade in Union Square, Henry told him. We wantedto see if there were new peep shows. Those are our favorites, bothmine and Martins. He felt it wasnt too out of line to makesuch an assertion of unity to his cousins.Owenlikes the gambling games, Eli said. He never wins, but he