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Everything was prepared. A bottle of wine was cooling in a pail of fresh spring water, the aroma of fresh bread permeated every corner of our humble abode. Today would be the last time we would see each other for a long time. I yearned in anticipation of my beloved. Yes, over time that word had become much easier for me to say. My heart beat faster every time I thought of him. From the timid shoots of honest friendship, a fragrant bloom of profound love had sprung, bringing us to a level of complete harmony neither of us had ever experienced before. I longed for his tender hands on my skin, for the whispered nothings he would murmur in my ear, making me shake every time; for his open laugh, so contagious that we would fall on top of each other snorting, teasing, and poking one another, eventually laying down exhausted next to one another, while his blue eyes examined my heated body.

My cock was already tingling imagining the next few hours, snaking down my right pants leg in expectation. I made myself comfortable in our favorite spot, where we’d enjoyed so much refuge in the past. A large blanket on fresh, fragrant hay would give us shelter for the night. Where single rays of sun fell through the missing tiles in the roof, casting shimmering patterns on the walls, soon the first stars would shine down on us, making our last night truly special. Full of anticipation, I closed my eyes. My thoughts wandered back a few months, to when it all started …

As I had often had to do in recent weeks, I was supposed to send an urgent message for my uncle, Walter Moore. Cheerful and proud that he had entrusted this crucial dispatch to me, I set out bright and early in the morning. I carried the letter in a double leather case inside a backpack slung on my shoulders. My uncle’s faithful cook maid had equipped me with ample provisions for the journey.

“Here, take this skin, I’ve filled it with fresh spring water,” she said, winking at me roguishly, “… and topped off with a bit of cold beer.”

A few strands of fog still hung over the damp meadows, but the first rays of the sun were already streaming down over the crowns of the trees of the neighboring forest. It would be a warm, sunny day.

The merchant I was supposed to carry the letter to lived on an estate not far from the city limits of Plymouth.

“Thomas, you visit me almost as infrequently as your uncle,” he greeted me warmly. “You think he could tear himself away from his work sometime? He’ll come to a bad end. It’s good at least that he has you to help him with all his work.”

William Ambrose was a small, squat man with gradually graying hair that was already noticeably thinner on the back of his head.

“Those were the days, when your uncle and I travelled together to the sea. My boy, we had some real adventures. But come in, Thomas. You can lay the package on the cabinet there. You’ve come in perfect time for lunch. You are staying, aren’t you? Of course you’ll stay. Your uncle will be able to do without you for a couple hours. Sit down! Have I already told you about the horrible typhoon in Sumatra? No! It was the worst weather you could imagine. It’s only thanks to your uncle’s skill that we didn’t sink without a trace. Well … of course I did my part as well. But that worthless captain very nearly had our blood on his hands. Ah, there comes the food. Beautifully braised quail in mushroom sauce. My mouth is watering already. But where was I? Oh yes, the storm …”

Thanks to William Ambrose’s well-known hospitality, my stay extended late into the afternoon hours. Uncle Walter knew very well to send me rather than going to Ambrose himself. Both of us liked the old merchant a lot, but his stories had gotten more and more repetitive in recent years. When I was a little boy, I had hung on his every word and demanded more tales of adventures, but today I was getting impatient.

“Now I’ve really got to get going, Mr. Ambrose. My uncle will worry if I’m not back before sundown.”

“That’s a shame, my young friend. I was intent on showing you my newest trophies. Just arrived yesterday. More capital stag antlers and—my true pride—a black bear pelt for the large hearth room. Did I already tell you how the brute almost gnawed off my leg? I was just about to …”

“I’ll be glad to hear this adventure the next time,” I interrupted him. “But regretfully I really have to get going now.” Impatiently, I stood at the door of the enormous room, the walls of which were already decorated with stuffed animal heads from all over the world to the extent that I could not imagine where he would ever find room for more trophies.

“Yes, yes, of course. The next time, the next time. And send my greetings to your uncle. It’s always a pleasure doing business with him. Now get on your way, my boy!”

He ushered me officiously towards the door and let me go with a flood of best wishes, grinning as he slipped a change purse into my pocket.

On the way back, my fingers gladly examined the coins in my pants pocket. Even though I was well over 20, to Mr. Ambrose I was still the little rascal he used to slip sweets to. Shaking my head I set off on the narrow path that led through the forest. A few years ago, when I really was a kid, I only dared to take this path in the company of my uncle. I held his hand tight and pressed myself close to him as the crowns of the high trees closed above us like a dark roof, and the bushes to our left and right grew thicker and thicker. Creepy cracking sounds in the branches and rustling in the undergrowth—it was all really unsettling to me, and would always make me flinch.

“Think of the delicious roast Mrs. Hambrow has waiting for us in the oven,” Uncle Walter would say, trying to distract me. “Can’t you smell it already?”

Thinking of this, my mouth started to water. I thought of how the cook had skinned a rabbit early this morning.

“Don’t come back too late, otherwise nothing will be left over for you,” she called after me, waving.

It was already dark. I would have to hurry to get home in time for dinner. With quicker steps, I hastened along the narrow path, when suddenly out of nowhere a figure appeared in front of me. The prince of darkness himself, I couldn’t help from thinking.

“In such a hurry and all alone, buddy boy?” the shadow snarled derisively. “You’re Tom Moore, aren’t you?”

“Yes, that’s me,” I responded defiantly. “What do you want from me?”

Even though my knees were shaking, I tried to keep my fear hidden. My companion’s visage was disfigured by a scar that ran from his right hairline over his forehead down to his left cheek. He must have been waiting in the forest for unprotected travelers. No, it was not the devil who had emerged from the hazy twilight, but an impudent highway robber. But if he believed he’d found easy prey in me, he was fooling himself. I turned on my heels, took a powerful dash and … ran smack into his accomplice. He was more slender than his companion and the impact brought us both out of balance. He took me to the ground with him. My quick-witted attempt to flee had failed.

There were actually three of them. Another wretch was soon standing over us, laughing and ridiculing: “Have you ever seen a thing like that? What kind of moron have we snatched up here?” In an instant their leader was next to me, grabbing me and lifting me up.

“Now, my handsome fellow. We don’t want anything from you. Must surprise you, right? You’re pissing your pants already because you think we’re going to attack you.” He ran his tongue over his enormous lips. Saliva dripped from his unshaved chin onto his stained shirt. The man was nearly a head taller than me, with broad shoulders and arms thick as tree trunks. With his hands loosely at his hips, he stood before me smirking.

“But tell your uncle he still owes the one-armed man a few pieces of gold. Soon it’s going to be payday.”

His dark smile was not made any more inviting by the black gaps between the teeth in his grinning mouth.

“Otherwise, we’d be happy to take you. As a kind of deposit, so to speak!” For an instant, his brandished dagger flashed, reflecting the last rays of sun. Then he approached me with two quick strides and ripped my shirt apart.

“Clothes off. All of them.” His companion had positioned himself behind me. “Well, get going, boy. What are you waiting for?” Haltingly, I followed his instructions. “Is this going to happen today, or should I help you out?” His eyes gleamed with lust as I stood before him completely naked. Behind me, a hand slapped my naked buttocks. Both the henchmen laughed darkly.

“Shut it back there!” the leader hissed grumpily. “If anyone makes jokes around here it will be me.”

He grabbed my balls roughly and pulled down on them, taking my breath away, then blew his bad breath into my face.

“Not bad at all. Who would have expected such a jewel in this wasteland? Beautiful men like you fetch a pretty price, did you know that? There are lots of nice men who would love to amuse themselves with you.”

He placed his blade against my throat, then slowly led the tip down to my right nipple. A shudder ran through me. A pure sweat of terror ran from my armpits down my arms.

“Ah, that’s the smell I like,” the leader grunted contentedly, sticking his nose underneath my arm.

“You’ll probably piss your pants again in a minute. Or wait … you can’t, since you’re not wearing any.” He laughed a dirty laugh. “It’s been ages since I laid hands on a creature as pitiful as you.”

Disdainfully, he stuck his knife back in his belt. With his free hand, he suddenly tweaked my nipple. In my pain, I yelled out loud, “Nasty scoundrel!”

“Want to have a little courage, young lad? No one can hear you out here. It’s a shame.” His throaty laugh repulsed me.

He nodded encouragingly to his accomplices behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I only saw a fast movement, then felt a dull thud at the back of my head. As I fell I heard the leader say, “Pack up his things and let’s get out of here. That should be enough as a warning.” Then everything around me went black.

While I was blacked out, I had a strange dream: Out of the deepest darkness a ray of light fell upon me. The fire of a brightly blazing torch burned on my face. Behind it a being appeared with the face of an angel. Blond, curly locks framed perfectly even facial features. Sensual lips formed into a beautiful smile, blue eyes looked at me with understanding. Then the warm light was extinguished and the face disappeared in darkness once more. I felt my body floating. Then I came to sitting on a horse. The angel was nestled up tight behind me. His strong arm held my upper body tightly against his chest. Powerful legs pressed against my ass from behind. With his free hand, the angel held the reins loosely. He clucked his tongue and we fell into a slow trot. Shortly afterwards, I felt his hand on my naked chest. His glove’s soft leather stroked fleetingly over my hard nipples. A warm prickling spread over my skin. The horse’s rhythmic movements sent pulsing waves through my swelling cock. With the animal’s every step, it grew larger and harder, smacking between the knob of the saddle and my stomach.

I could feel a quickly growing serpent rising up my back as well. At first it seemed to stop at the height of my navel, then reached a little bit higher. My companion’s pleasure pole beat firmly against my skin. His deep breaths sent showers over my back. His hot lips, so near to my ear, whispered secretive words. He had let go of the reins. Instead, he held his hand tightly around my cock. Slowly, he pulled my foreskin back from the bulging head, then slid it carefully up again. Gradually he sped up his rhythm. The horse seemed to fly as the man pumped the tip of my cock till it seemed it was about to burst. It was harder and harder for him to pull my foreskin over my swollen cock head. At the same time, my balls were wedged pleasurably and painfully between the saddle and his hand. I let out a moan and he started to stroke my nipples as well.

I wanted more, I stretched out my arms searchingly and pulled his head towards me. The moment our lips touched a radiant heat fell over my body and spread through me like wildfire. Animal groans emerged from my throat. Hot lava rose in powerful waves from my cock and streamed over his hand.

Wild shudders shook my entire body. Cold night wind flowed over my body. Deep darkness surrounded me again. But soon again the face of my protector appeared above me, framed by an aura of light.

“Are you an angel?” I asked.

“Good that you’re awake again. You slept all day. I’m Brian and … no, I’m not an angel,” the stranger answered me with a friendly smile.

“I found you yesterday unconscious by the edge of the forest and brought you to the estate of my father, Lord Hamilton. They must have done a number on you. You had a big bump on your head. But everything is looking better this morning.”

I carefully lifted my head and looked around me. I was lying on an enormous, soft bed with a canopy of heavy fabric hanging down on either side to the ground. The few pieces of furniture in the large room were made of dark, precious wood. A crackling hearth fire warmed the room. Through the artful stained glass in the high windows, the dark red evening sun shone in.

A sudden pain in the back of my head made me groan out load. My savior hurried over to me and helped me up.

“Take it slow,” he said. “Otherwise you’ll pass out on me again.”

His strong arms were holding me tight, but his soft gaze left me somewhat dizzy. The thin, white blanket couldn’t hide my painfully stiff cock.

“I’m glad everything is in working order again,” he said, laying his hand carefully on the tensed fabric.

“I had a dream,” I admitted with embarrassment. “You brought me here on a horse, and …”

I faltered.

“That wasn’t a dream,” whispered Brian. He kissed me briefly on the mouth. Our eyes met and absolute silence reigned for a moment. For the first time in my life I was certain that another human being was peering deep into my soul.

Powerless, I opened my innermost being to this strange man, looking deep into his blue eyes. I knew he understood me. My heartbeat raced through my entire body. A pleasant feeling I had never known before began to spread through me. Dazed, I shut my eyes. When I opened them again, my angel was still sitting next to me.

“So, it really wasn’t a dream,” I murmured.

“I ran a bath for you in the next room. Right over there!”

As he stood up, Brian pointed to a side door at the back left of the room.

“Take your time, no rush. I’ll go grab us something to eat, then I’ll be back with you soon.” In the doorframe he lingered and looked back once more.

“What’s your name, actually? Maybe your parents are concerned. We should let them know where you are!”

“My name is Tom, Tom Moore. I don’t have any parents. I live with my uncle, the merchant Walter Moore, on Penrose Street in Plymouth.”

“Then I’ll have a message sent to him that you’re all right.”

And on that, he disappeared. Carefully I tried roll out of the bed without jerking my head at all. A bath would do me good right about now. All my limbs were horribly cramped. My back felt as if I had been heaving sacks of grain around all day. Hesitantly, I opened the door to the next room and encountered another surprise. A wood tub stood steaming in the center of the room; this kind of luxury was something only truly wealthy nobles could afford. At the back of the room, a fire crackled in a small hearth. Some soft thick towels had been hung over the armrest of a lounge chair. The water smelt of fresh pine trees. I got in carefully. Instantly I was surrounded by a pleasant warmth that let me forget all my pain. Again, I closed my eyes and thought about the last night, then I took care of my dirty skin, rubbing myself with a soft cloth. In the process I paid some much-needed attention to my cock. Just a few powerful strokes of my hand and it reached its full size. Its bulging head had already risen eagerly above the surface of the water when I was startled by the sound of someone clearing his throat next to me.

“Pardon me, Sir. My name is James. I’m the young lord’s servant.”

I bent forward hastily to hide my erection, but the man continued speaking in a deadpan voice: “I was asked to help you with your bath. May I soap up your back? It seems you have not quite managed yet to remove all traces of yesterday’s accident.”

“Umm … yes … my name is Tom,” I stuttered, bewildered. “Wash my back … of course … that would be wonderful. I can’t reach it very well.”

Embarrassed, I looked up at him. James seemed to be just a little bit older than I, but his exaggeratedly genteel behavior made him seem much older. He dipped a small washcloth in the warm water and spread soap evenly upon it. Then he began to rub my shoulders firmly. He had to bend far down to reach me, propping himself up on the edge of the tub with one hand while he worked his way slowly right and left down my back. He seemed to take his assigned task very seriously.

“My lord has quite strong muscles,” he observed with appreciation. By now he had laid aside the cloth and was rubbing his flat hands in wide circles over my back. I was unused to such careful treatment, and I liked it.

Once James was finished with my back, he focused his attention on my arms. Then his hands drifted gradually from my shoulders down to my chest.

“My lord has quite strong muscles,” he observed again, but he seemed to be primarily fascinated with my nipples. Clamping them between his thumb and index finger, he rubbed and pulled them until they stood out straight and hard. A shudder ran through me.

“Mmm … that feels really good.”

“Then may I continue?” James asked hesitantly. Without answering, I leaned back in the tub and gave him full access. His hands wandered further down, deeper into the soapy water, exploring the small mountains of muscle on my stomach. Just before he reached my navel, he ran into my stiff sentinel.

“Oh … so big!” That was all he said before pulling his hands back without any further explanation. I looked at him with disappointment, but his mischievous expression calmed me.

“It looks as though I’ll have to offer more in-depth services,” said James, beginning to take off his clothes bit by bit as I looked on in astonishment. He lay each article of clothing neatly over the back of a chair. His tailored servant’s uniform had already highlighted his well-built body, but seeing his square chest and strong arms without their covering exceeded my expectations. Unconsciously, he flexed his graceful muscles. A fine line of dark brown hair led down over his flat stomach to his navel. The sight of his thick package made me swallow involuntarily. Slowly, the servant peeled off his pants and underwear. His cock sprang expectantly out of its cramped hideaway, while my best part was trying desperately to reach the surface of the water, as if to get a glimpse of him.

“All right, now there’s no more danger of my clothes getting wet. Slide a bit forward, Tom!” This time, James abandoned all pretense of formality. His face seemed much more relaxed as well. He gave a friendly, excited smile as he knelt behind me in the water, ready for his next task. He started massaging my neck with his powerful hands.

“Bend a bit further forward and lean your arms on the edge. It will be much more comfortable for you and I can soap up further down your back. I couldn’t get that far beforehand.”

Delicately, James’ deft hands kneaded their way down my back. It was a long way from my neck to the start of my crack, but the expert servant worked thoroughly and untiringly.

“You’re so tense here. I’ll really have to give this area a beating,” a determined James said, letting his hard cock slap against my ass. A contented sigh escaped my mouth.

“Well, that sounds very nice. But wait a minute, it gets better,” he whispered, bending over my back. His thick cock rubbed firmly against my ass crack. His hands embraced my chest while his fingers circled around my nipples. His right hand wandered further downwards. With great skill, he massaged my firm abs. At each stroke, my firm cock slapped against his hand.

“You want more, don’t you?” he breathed in my ear. He grabbed my rock-hard shaft and continued massaging. A pleasant tingling spread through my crotch. My ass rubbed eagerly against his hard-on.

“I’d be happy to loosen you up on the inside as well and slip my cock into your warm ass, but it’s not slippery enough.”

“What do I need to do?” I breathed impatiently.

“A little fluid from your mouth should do it,” he grinned. In a flash I turned around; his thick cock throbbed towards me at eye level. James had stood up, holding his meat expectantly in front of my face. His retracted foreskin was tightly pulled behind the bulging head. Gleaming veins snaked down his powerful shaft. Thick hairs covered his sack, weighed down by huge balls. Searchingly, I took them in my hands, kneaded them lightly and flicked my tongue against the bare skin of his sack. Immediately, his balls pulled upward and the skin tightened together. James looked down at me with a grunt.

“You were going to get my cock wet, I believe.” Teasingly, he wagged his thick soldier back and forth in front of my mouth. I tried to catch it but he slapped it lightly against my cheeks.

“You’ve got to try a bit harder than that.”

Determined, I grabbed onto it with both hands. I squeezed his shaft quite tight, making the head grow dark, then rolled my lips over the tip of his cock. My tongue played in the little slit at the end, where I unexpectedly tasted sweet, fragrant juice. Delighted, I spread the fluid and began to lick his cock from all sides. My tongue felt his pulsing veins as it ran up and down his shaft. Both my hands were eager for new ground, so they grasped his firm ass tightly. My curious fingers examined his twitching back door.

I would have loved to give his thick hard-on more attention, but his heated motions made it clear that he was racing towards climax already. It took me some effort to free my mouth from his demanding cock.

“I think that’s enough,” I said, gasping for air. “Now you can get back to your assignment.”

Standing, I bent forward and leaned my hands against the rim of the tub. I turned my head back, looking expectantly into his lustful eyes. James’ left hand stroked my back, while his right hand wiped some fluid off his cock and began to smear it on my asshole. I pushed firmly back against him as he pressed his wet finger deep into me, then pulled it back a bit. Circling, the tip of his finger explored my narrow canal. Then he added a second and a third finger to his examination, gently widening my tight muscle ring. With each movement, my cock twitched gleefully back and forth. Bright flashes shot before my eyes. When James pulled his fingers out entirely, I wanted to protest. But then his stiff cock head was pushing against my narrow hole. Carefully, he increased the pressure and I felt the head of his cock slip inside me. A light pain ran through me, making me wince. James stopped right away and waited.

“Is that all right?” he asked with concern. “Maybe it is a bit too big for you.”

But I managed to relax and courageously sank down further on his hard pole. Inch by inch, James slipped into me. The tension in my sphincter felt as if it was going to tear me apart. Shaking, I faltered, gave in a bit more, and then it was over; his huge hammer was inside my ass, down to the last inch. I could feel it pulsing within me. Timidly, but with a pleasant feeling of fullness, I leaned back against him.

“I can feel my cock throbbing inside you,” he said.

“Yes, me too,” I answered. “It’s enormous. But it fits beautifully.”

Cautiously, I pulled myself forward a bit. What had started as pain was gradually being replaced with a pleasant, warm feeling streaming through my ass. James was still standing behind me without moving while I rocked cautiously back and forth, sliding his cock faster and deeper within me. Soon his strong hands were feeling along my stomach, surrounding my cock and grasping it tenderly. My soft moans left no doubt how aroused I was by this touch. And my erection pulsed in his hand, filling his narrow fist as if to confirm it. I could feel two or three thick calluses on his palm as they rubbed along my shaft. So I could work this servant hard, he wasn’t afraid to get down and work. As if James had guessed my thoughts, he pulled me roughly into him.

“You seem to be enjoying my piece,” he guessed. “Your stiff pole shows me you’re ready for more.”

Without waiting for an answer, he let go of my cock, grabbed my thighs with both hands and shoved his shaft firmly into my hole. I could barely hold onto the edge of the tub. Water sprayed everywhere, sloshing over the edge. My cock slapped wildly against my stomach as his hot thrusts became more and more passionate.

“I brought something tasty to eat …” Brian’s voice broke off. He had returned unnoticed, and now he advanced furiously on us with his fists balled up at his thighs.

“James! What are you doing?” he screamed, out of control. “Tom had a bad head injury!”

James stopped thrusting so heavily, but didn’t stop entirely.

“The young man needed a strong treatment,” he said, trying to justify himself.

“But not without a soft place to put his head,” Brian countered with concern. He rushed over to me, pulled his pants down in one go and held his stiff cock in front of my face. “Here, Tom, take this to support you better.”

Dazed, I looked at him.

“Yes, take it into your mouth. It will take some of the impact off that big lug’s thrusts.”

Turning to James, he said devilishly, “You should have waited for me. I came just in time.”

James returned quickly to his old rhythm. His massive shaft slid forcefully in my ass. His balls beat rhythmically against my thighs. Grasping me firmly with his strong hands, he maneuvered me back and forth. Brian’s pulsing cock was in my mouth. His throbbing cock head rubbed against my tongue and tickled the back of my throat—especially when James pushed me forward, shoving Brian’s cock deeper in my mouth. Brian had placed his hands on my shoulders, massaging my muscles tenderly.

“See, it’s much better this way, isn’t it Tom?” he asked. “You need to be taken care of from all sides. Yeah, suck my cock harder. Uhh … yeah … keep going. Oh yeah … that’s really a heavenly way to thank your guardian angel.”

Brian’s hammer had grown thicker with my treatment. His imposing piece thrust more and more wildly into my throat. Excitedly, I felt the bulging veins running down his hard pole. James’ vehement thrusts were growing more and more ferocious. He pushed forward at the same time as Brian, leaving me wedged helplessly between the two of them. My hard shaft beat unrestrained against my stomach. I would have loved to hold it in my hands. And as if James had read my thoughts, he was soon reaching for my cock. Impatiently, his fingers gripped the tense shaft. My moans were muffled instantly by Brian’s enormous piece as he went at it more forcefully. James used his fist, clamped in an iron grip around my cock, to press me back deeper against his shaft. He peeled my foreskin far back and squeezed my balls lustfully. Pulling my hard-on forward, he pushed me firmly against Brian’s cock, while only his cock head was left inside me. Slowly, I lost all control. Animal lust shook through me, unrestrained desire to be controlled by these two idols of manhood. Letting go of all inhibition, I sucked at Brian’s cock as he suddenly roared and sprayed his semen in my mouth, shuddering wildly. His hot juice flooded down my throat. A strong, tantalizing odor spread from between his legs. My nostrils sucked it up greedily. Together with the sharp taste of his cream, I was bathed in a sensuous rush of lust.

At the same time James howled loudly, shoving his glowing sword hilt deep in my ass, hitting my sweet spot perfectly. It was too much for me. With the next strong stroke of his hand on my cock, my white load splashed into the warm bathwater. James held his breath. He stood there as if petrified, his thick cock still pulsing within me. Breathing heavily he fell onto my back, holding himself up on my shoulders, then bucked sharply, pumping his steaming fluid deep inside me. Exhausted, he leaned against me with all his weight, turning his head to the side; I felt his cheek lying against my shoulder. Pearls of sweat ran down my back.

“I needed that,” he murmured. “It’s really nice to soap you up, Tom.”

His short chest hairs scratched against my sweaty back. His broad chest lifted and sank. It was a long time before his racing breath slowed down. Brian squatted down in front of me, kissing me tenderly on the lips. Then he licked the rest of his sperm from my face.

“Are you all right?” he asked with concern.

“Yes, fantastic,” I grinned. “You filled me up nicely. But weren’t you just saying something about food? The appetizers were quite substantial. But I could manage to take a little bite of something more.”

“Yes, of course. I had no idea James was in such a hurry. Otherwise we would have taken care of that earlier.”

With a laugh, Brian stood up and grabbed a few large towels from a chair.

“Here, James, you got Tom all wet, now rub him dry.” He held the towel out to his servant.

James stood upright obediently. His beautiful cock slipped out of my ass, to my disappointment. Sighing, I stood up as well. James and Brian made sure to dry me off quite thoroughly. To my own astonishment, their firm rubbing revived my spirits. Brian was the first to notice my throbbing friend rise again.

“It seems we’ll have a lot more work to do on you,” he observed.

“As my lord knows, I’m ready to help any time you desire,” James added.

“Or if I deem it necessary. This man needs as many hands as we can give him,” Brian countered in an exaggeratedly serious tone.

“I hope more than just hands will be involved,” I protested, laughing. James, now the perfect servant once more, gave a chuckle and helped Brian and me into soft bathrobes.

“As you wish, Master Tom.”

He bowed politely, naked as he was, took his clothes over one arm and went to the door, where he turned around again. His cock bobbed loosely back and forth between his legs. This man had a truly imposing piece. And he knew how to use it.

“I will prepare a small table for dinner. If I am not needed afterwards, I will retire.”

“Yes, that’s all right, James,” said Brian. “We’ll manage all right on our own.”

“And thank you for the thorough bath, James,” I called after him, bowing gallantly. Smiling, he returned the gesture, then shut the door quietly behind him.

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All wrapped up warm and cozy in my bathrobe, Brian led me back to the neighboring room. The hearth crackled, spreading comfortable warmth throughout the room, the last rays of sun glowed on the wall like pale red fire. As promised, James had set up the meal. A silver candelabra with five long candles stood on a small table by the window. The bread was still warm, giving off a wonderful seductive odor. Beneath a large silver platter, juicy pork roasts were steaming, and some crispy chicken drumsticks. My mouth began to water. The wine glasses had already been filled. Brian held his glass up to me. Lovingly, he looked into my eyes.

“To our friendship, Tom. May it last long and grant us many more happy hours.”

“To my rescuer, and to our friendship,” I responded. We drank the glasses empty in one swallow. Brian came over to me and pressed his moist lips to my mouth. I pulled him tightly close to me, dizzy at our profound connection. For this brief moment, the world around me seemed to sink into peace and calm.

“Let’s eat something quick,” I managed to say. “I’m getting dizzy. I think I’ve got a hole in here.” I pressed my fist against my stomach, and it actually did give way a bit.

“I’d love a little dessert later.” My gaze wandered to the freshly made bed across the room.

“One thing after the other,” Brian grinned. “First sit down and get started. I don’t want to be responsible for you falling to the floor again in a dead faint. Tell me a bit about yourself. Where do you come from? Where do you live? With your uncle, you said?”

“Yes, I’ve been living with Uncle Walter for more than ten years now. He took me in back then after my parents were killed in the huge city fire in Plymouth. You must remember, a whole district of the city was turned to ash. The flames went straight up to the heavens. I was with a friend when I saw smoke and heard the pandemonium in the streets. When I reached our house it was already ablaze. It was one of the first to collapse … I was only twelve at the time, suddenly alone, without a family. Uncle Walter had only been back in the city for a year then. My mother had only mentioned a little about him beforehand. He was always the black sheep of the family, a good-for-nothing, as my father put it. For years, he had disappeared. No one knew where he had gone. But then when he came back he bought himself a large property on Penrose Street and had the best relations with many rich merchants. Wealthy nobles visited him at all hours. My uncle told me later that he had been dealt a lucky hand in all his travels. After he had seen enough of the world he returned to his old home town to settle down for good. “And as soon as a man has money, he suddenly has lots of new friends,” he always would say.

In any case, I found a new home with him. It was not an easy time for me, but he always took good care of me. And there were always glimmers of light. My home tutor Mr. Dickens, who my uncle selected for me, was a strict but fair teacher and friend to me for many years. “Parlez-vous français? Hablas español?” were his first words to me. Later, he would have me recite French and Spanish poetry for hours on end. I read thick books and even spoke Spanish in my dreams by the end. “You need to be able to understand your enemies, Tom,” Uncle Walter always said. By enemies, he meant his business partners from Spain. “If someone makes you a tempting offer you have to be able to tell if he’s trying to pawn off a lead duck on you. So you’ve got to understand his own language better than he does. So, work hard and follow Mr. Dickens’ instructions.”

Yes, my uncle really meant well with me. Tomorrow morning I absolutely have to go back to him. He must be very worried and will want to know what happened.”

“Sí señor. Nadie nace enseñado.”

“How right you are. Masters don’t just fall from the sky fully formed. And my master doubted my mental ability more than once.”

“Oui monsieur. As tu remercié ton oncle de ses bons services?” Brian twanged in accent-free French.

“Oui, je l’en ai remercie. Yes, I thanked my uncle for all the hard years of studying.”

During my report Brian had been chewing on a piece of bread, listening intently.

“I’m sorry about your parents,” he said, reflecting. “My mother died giving birth to me. She was from a French family. In order to honor her memory I struggled through the French poets and philosophers as well. Also to do my father a favor. He never fully recovered from her early death. Later, he went on many trips. Or he would go for weeks to his estates in the north. After just a few days at home, his suitcases would be packed again and my father would be on his way to Paris, Madrid, Florence, or elsewhere in Europe. Fortunately, I have James. With him, it’s not so lonely for me here.” A fleeting smile passed over his face. “But please, dig in. You were so hungry before.”

For a while, we were silent, lost in our childhood memories, good and bad. During this time, we dug into the delicious meal. The table was slowly emptied. The wine too dwindled. In just a short time, I felt as though I had known this young lord for a small eternity.

Gradually, pleasant tiredness fell over us. Brian sank deeper into his chair. Casually, he slipped his leg underneath the table onto the front of my chair, rubbing the sole of his foot against my cock while lost in thought. My cock was glad for the attention, and began to rise jerkily. With a relieved sigh, I slipped deeper, pressing my love shaft against Brian’s foot. With my eyes closed, I let my head sink against the high armrest of my chair.

“Are you tired?” asked Brian softly. “Let’s go to bed. Then we can make ourselves comfortable.”

Smooth as a cat, he got and slinked over to the bed.

“Come on, follow me,” he said demandingly, turning around. “Move it, otherwise you’ll nod off at the table.”

On his way through the room, his gown had slipped off his broad shoulders. The flickering shine of the fire in the hearth cast a dancing shadow play on his light skin and flawless body. Looking at his tight ass, those round white globes, his slim waist and broad back, I had to gasp for breath.

Brian turned around and laid his hands seductively on his arched chest. As if accidentally, he stroked his thumb against his nipples, which grew hard immediately. Then he leaned against the bedpost and waved me towards him. His cock lifted lightly up as he started rubbing his ass against the thick past.

“Come, grab your nightcap,” he whispered secretively, letting one hand fall beneath his legs to massage his pulsing shaft.

In two swift strides I was next to him, falling to my knees to catch the first drops of pre-cum dripping from the throbbing tip of his cock. Brian moaned as my tongue touched his stiff manhood. Shortly afterwards, his piece sunk deep into my mouth.

“You don’t want to let anything go to waste, do you my friend?” he said, overjoyed at my swift approach. Then he fell on his back, legs spread, onto the soft bedsheets. I threw myself on him with a laugh. My hard cock pressed firmly against his as I shoved my tongue deep in his mouth. We kissed long and passionately, rolling love-mad around the rumpled bed like two young whelps until we were completely out of breath.

“I surrender, I surrender …” I called out at some point, totally exhausted. I lay flat on my stomach, Brian with his full weight on my back. His teeth bit into my shoulder, my wrists were firmly in the grasp of his strong hands. The hottest part was his rock-hard hammer begging for entrance at my sweaty crack.

“You’re not conquered until my battering ram has pushed through your locked gate,” Brian whispered into the back of my neck. His hot tongue tickled my ear. Before I could turn my head away, he bit down and held me fast. My cock reacted immediately. Beneath me, trapped between my stomach and the bed, it twitched uncontrollably. Playfully, I attempted to throw Brian off. I bucked, shook and twisted beneath his weight. Fortunately in vain. Effortlessly, his strong legs pushed between mine, spreading my knees wide apart. With determination, he pointed his spearhead at the adversary and got ready for assault.

Brian let out a bewildered sigh when he found the supposedly barricaded entrance unlocked. Without much trouble, his shaft slipped into me.

“I did say I surrendered,” I whispered once Brian was laying on top of me, his cock fully disappeared in my gate of pleasure. Then nothing happened for a long time. He lay on top of me without moving while his cock pulsed inside me, seeming to swell and swell. I answered this unexpected ceasefire by suddenly tensing my sphincter on my conqueror, who was sure of his victory. With all my strength and pleasure, I grabbed hold of my invader.

“Who’s the real victor now?” I laughed triumphantly, pushing my ass mercilessly against Brian’s trapped shaft.

“You rascal … just wait,” he purred.

After the ensuing test of strength, we emerged as equally ferocious opponents. Whenever Brian’s hammer threatened to lose the ground it had gained, he slammed his pole deep within me again. At the same time, I hindered him as well as I could from pulling his hard spearhead out of my ass. The battle might have lasted longer if Brian hadn’t suddenly developed a new tactic. Unexpectedly, he wrapped an arm around my chest, pulled me close to him, and rolled both of us on our sides. With his other hand, he grabbed my uncovered hard-on as it sprang free, rubbing it quickly and firmly. My ass muscles tightened together in jerks, but it didn’t stop Brian from continuing his assault on my rear entrance. Then when he started grabbing my nipples and tweaking them, I lost control of myself. With a loud howl I shot my load in a warm stream, flowing through his hand onto my quivering stomach. In the same moment my opponent gave in as well.

“The last shot wins,” he said triumphantly, in heat. “Yeah, now you’re going to get a full load. You’re beaten. Here comes your conqueror.

I felt his twitching ram within me like a tree trunk tensed to the point of bursting; then rearing up once more, he sprayed a flood of hot juice inside me. Exhausted, the triumphant victor sank down on his overwhelmed opponent. His warm body covered me, I felt his quick breath at my neck, his cock still twitching within me.