Ben Halpern and his bit on the side

“Well Sir, My Lord. By the way, is that how I should address a Count, a senior member of the Triesenbourg nobility no less?”

Something like respect briefly animated the features of the 14th Count da Mosca as he took a moment to consider Ben Halpern’s words. “I may have underestimated you, just a little perhaps. Hmmm. You’ve clearly done some research. Let’s keep it simple. The usual Marius…and your good behaviour will do.”

To give himself thinking time Marius led the way to the two comfortable chairs in the living room and appeared to contemplate the predicament of the white queen.

“You were about to tell me why you broke into this house tonight.”

“The answer is deceptively simple. I wanted to impress you sir…Marius, I mean.”

Marius exclaimed something in his mother tongue and then laughed; a loud contemptuous laugh that filled the room.

“Dear God man. There is no point in trying to impress me. I seem to recall telling you not so long ago that in 1848 the king,-prudently in my view,- swapped sides and the nobility lost almost everything. I have no power, no money. None of this is mine!!.174 years later and I was the hired help here!”

Anger filled Ben as he listened. The thought that the laughing arrogant figure, eyes ablaze now in dark flame, probably would do him serious harm and think nothing of it, caused Ben to remain in his seat.

“You stupid, arrogant cunt. You seriously think I went to all this trouble for your money? Or perhaps to become the next countess? I don’t suppose that is possible,- even in Triesenbourg.”

“I can honestly say that that the possibly of making you the next Countess da Mosca, would not have occurred to me in 1000 years,” replied Marius, ending his laughter as quickly as turning a tap.

“I did all of this Marius Metanin, because you are a very much  bigger crook than I am. I wanted to show the famous cat burglar what I could do. And what better way than disabling the entire security system and breaking into Appleton House?”

He watched with interest as Marius shifted the white queen’s bishop.

“I want to be your apprentice, your understudy,” and lowering his voice added, “your menial if you wish, even though you are also a traitor to your king and your country.”

As if illustrating his latter point, Ben picked up the silver box containing The Azure Wand and scrutinised both.
“I should leave matters there, if I were you, Ben.”

The calm tone of voice soothed as much as the look on Marius’s face did not.

“Put the box down and come here please.”

Ben’s fragment of a second’s hesitation has born of hope as much as it was of trepidation. Ordered to kneel, hands at his sides, Ben accomplished as much with even less hesitation.

“Tell me. If I were to ask, perhaps order you would be more apposite, to take the initiative at this moment, what would it be, I wonder?”

Instantly, Ben opened his mouth wide, affording unexpectedly close scrutiny of his fastidious dental arrangements. For just a moment, it was Marius taken by surprise. Then, he made deep throat noises and gobbed into Ben’s mouth.

“ Your understanding of menial begins to become clear, Ben. What an interesting notion it is.”

So saying, Marius slapped his menial twice, hard across the face. The initial shock spoke silent volumes of Ben’s gratitude as Marius rose from his seat, drawing Ben from his knees as he did so. At Marius’s direction, the menial slowly removed one item of Marius’s clothing, followed an item of his own clothing, until the two stood facing each other, completely naked.

“I have wanted this since we first met in that  coffee shop place,” Ben whispered and dared to trace his fingers delicately across Marius’s broad shoulders and down each arm. He was rewarded with the meeting of their lips. No comparison with Carrie came to mind; nor any passing thoughts of Oliver Groves. Instead he felt an unknown bliss overcome him in Marius’s arms. No one had kissed Ben quite like this before. Their tongues jousted for a dominance Ben would lose, knew he would lose, wanted to lose,- and put up a nominal struggle to that most desired end.

He gazed into those dark eyes, beneath a lustrous black fringe. Marius’s coal black eyes still bore into him, but their hold over him now seemed to be one of dominance rather than cold anger. That at least is what Ben’s aching and leaking cock told him and the feel of Marius’s manhood told him much the same thing.

Marius’s hands caressed, Ben’s arse.

“I promise to be your most loyal apprentice and devoted menial,” he said as he draped his arms around Marius’s neck to the breath taking  accompaniment of Marius’s finger’s exploring his hole.

“Together Marius, you and me, we will make lots of money. You’ll see.”

“And unlike the Cray’s, or Bonney and Clyde, get away with it without hurting a living soul?”

“Yes! Yes! Exactly like that,” agreed Ben.

“We shall see what we shall see,” Marius whispered into Ben’s ear.

Marius moved unhurriedly to create a little space between himself and his willing apprentice.

“Do you know what Droit du seigneur is; what it means?,” asked the naked Count.

“Errr, no not really,” was Ben’s non-committal reply, as he was led by the hand into Marius’s bedroom.

“Then Mr. Ben Halpern, you are about to discover my variation of it.”

The shiver of anticipation coursing through Ben became a chill of fear as dark fires of hatred appeared in Marius’s eyes. Too late, Ben found himself pushed on the bed and dragged painfully into a wet room.

“You corner boy! Traitor to my King and Country am I? My family were serving my country and building up the Loyal Order of Saint Sebastian while yours were wallowing in some wattle and daub shit hole, like the peasant you still are.”

A sharp kick to the shins would have unbalanced Ben, but for the sudden grip around his throat that steadied him. Warm water cascaded down on the two of them and probably prevented Ben from passing out as an aggressive kiss forced itself upon him.

“You are bastard,” hissed Marius, his eyes appearing wilder than ever through the water.

From the depth of his fear, Ben found reserves of courage, even as he was pushed to his knees. Somehow he would defend himself he decided.

“You treat me just like Sidney Tate and his thugs did,” he shouted, just before Marius’s 20.3 centimetres of manhood thrust down his throat.

“Bite my cock just once and I will punch every one of those pearly teeth down your throat,” Marius growled.

Yet again, it seemed to Ben that Marius could read his mind. If I do that he thought with an inner shrug it would make me no better than Tate, his thugs,-or Marius. Marius just smiled a mirthless smile.

So Ben accepted Marius’s thrusts into his throat. He tried not to enjoy them. But despite such efforts, he failed. To be used by Marius in this way answered a need in him that only Marius could have unleashed. His tears of shame and submission co-mingled with the warm shower water.

“My balls! Get that tongue working on my balls.” He heard Marius say. And close up, what balls they were. Full and heavy to Ben’s touch, they became pendulous nectar on his tongue. At this moment, all Ben wished to do to do was to worship and obey.

“That’s it Ben,” he heard Marius say softly. The more devotedly Ben went about his new vocation, the warmer and more sensual became Marius’s endearments as the urgency to shoot his load deep into Ben became irresistible.

The kneeling Ben felt the fullness of Marius’s arse cheeks under each hand and kind of held on to their power, silently urging them to yet greater endeavour as Marius thrust his cock, like a human pile driver down his throat and on to the panting climax that sent ropes of thick hot Metanin seed down his throat.

Later, Marius lit two of those brown leafed cigarettes from his modest estate and passed one to Ben. They lay side by side on Marius’s bed, observing swirls of smoke curling towards the ceiling.

“Your hair looks bizarre,” said Marius gently. “The spikes are flat or facing anywhere but upwards and the highlights are streaking like in some cheap horror film.”

As they always seemed to do, Marius’s cigarettes went straight to Ben’s head, making him feel relaxed and mellow.

“I regret that my actions drew a comparison with Sidney Tate. He was a criminal. You had only to say no. Do you want to use that word now, menial?

“No. That is to say no. No I don’t want to say no, Marius.”

“Then first let me make a few things clear. I am not a thief. Whatever career you have in crime, I want no part of it. And to be even more clear, if at any time you involve my friends Oliver Groves or Frazer Shaw, it will become my business to hunt you down and if you are lucky, see you sent to prison.”

Marius kissed him on the side of the head. But that relaxed feeling Marius’s cigarette engendered, did not blind Ben to the implicit threat of what might happen if he were unlucky. Feeling mellow as he was, menial as he wanted to be, at least now, he would make a stand and refused to be judged by this arrogant aristocrat who was now blowing smoke into his face.

“It was you who stole The Azure Wand. And you who is its Hereditary Custodian, at that.”  Despite the relaxing properties of his cigarette Ben even managed to inject  deep disapproval into that final comment.

Marius took a final drag of his cigarette; took Ben’s from him and extinguished both. What followed, at once delighted Ben and in the circumstances, amazed him. Marius proceeded to kneel astride his menial, head facing Ben’s feet; arse facing Ben. Ben needed no instruction, but was thrilled nonetheless when it came.

“Let me feel that worship and devotion. Corner boy!”

Ben began with delicate licks and kisses. As one at his devotions, the menial nervously parted the so masculine arse, gazed in rapt awe, and placing as much of his face in the fundament as he possibly could, inhaled deeply.

Marius groaned in delight and pleasure. Clearly, the task he had decided, on carnal impulse, would be more difficult than he expected. But what the hell, as his English friends would say.

“ My family are entrusted with The Azure Wand’s safe keeping between coronations and have been since 1300. It was stolen from our manor house safe in 2018. My poor father died of shame and my dear mother who is heartbroken by his death, anyway,  has vowed not to appear again in public until the wand is found.”

Ben listened in fascination, frankly pleased that this did not impede the sheer joy of rimming Marius. The more often he bit this top’s bottom, the more energetically and deeply he rimmed, the more sounds of appreciation Marius rewarded him with.

Nothing in Ben’s life had been quite as bizarre. Between Marius’s grants, gasps and pleas for this never to end, Ben followed more or less lucid details of how the Triesenbourg Criminal Intelligence Commission and the Foreign Intelligence Service had traced The Azure wand to Sidney Tate.

At that point Marius’s capacity do other than give his full simpering attention to what his menial was doing with that tongue in his hole simply vanished. In rhythm with that doing, Marius was surprised to find himself wanking Ben. All too soon the body beneath him convulsed in a great spasm of cum as it landed all across Marius’s face and hair.

All attention, the menial dashed for a face flannel and with that and his tongue enjoyed the task of cleaning  Marius.

“I need to fuck you hard and soon, Ben,”

Ben laying  in the arms of Marius saw how friendly and bright those dark eyes now shone. I want to fuck you too, Ben wanted to say. But something made him think better of it. Instead, he repeated “Soon” and snuggled closer.

“You were going to say how the vile Tate was involved.”

“Hhaa yes. Tate. He obtained possession of the Azure Wand by chance almost and for a while we lost track of it. When it was clear he did have it, it was a matter getting it from Tate before he realised its true worth, or before bigger, more knowledgeable crims got to Tate first. Frankly, if we had not, he would dead now rather than in custardy awaiting trial.”

Very gently, Marius was trying to manoeuvre his menial on to his stomach.

“Soon,” whispered Ben, nibbling the other’s ear in consolation. “But how do you fit in, Marius?”

A flicker, just a flicker passed across those dark eyes and for a second Ben thought he had gone too far.

“My family honour was at stake. My Godfather Lorcan Calder, is the acting Prime Minister until the General Election next spring, so I simply asked him to let me retrieve The Azure Wand.”

“And you tell me you have no power Marius,” his menial scoffed  “I didn’t know the wand was here. But when I found it, I really believed that it confirmed my suspicion that you were the Cat Burglar.”

“Yes. I still believe you menial.- If I didn’t, you would be in more trouble than you might ever wish to contemplate.

“And before I kick you out, as very soon as I will,- alas without the good fucking I want to give you first,- you might wish to know something about the six golden spoons you stole and sold to Sidney Tate.

But first you stupid little crook, you have 10 minutes to shower and dress.

Ten minutes later, they were sat in the comfortable chairs. Marius, still naked, pretended to study the chess board afresh; Ben fearful again and trying to comprehend yet another mood swing.

“Ha. Here you are, Ben. In case you were wondering, I can guess how you obtained the plan of this house and it wasn’t Frazer’s fault, I’m certain of that.”

“No it wasn’t,” agreed a subdued Ben. “The plan was on his kitchen table one time, so I took pictures while he went for a pee, or something. You know, just in case the chance to use them came along”

“Of course! Of course! Just in case the chance to use them came along.” Marius slapped the palm of his hand against his forehead, “That’s the bit of the jigsaw I’ve been trying to work out since you so conspicuously arrived this evening. I suppose it’s rather like that array of tools and equipment. You add to it as the opportunity arises.” Using his whiskey glass Marius pointed to the  shoulder bag, where Ben had left it. Its contents still on the floor.

“They can stay here I think.”

Hardly minutes later, it was established that Ben’s phone still held the plan of Appleton House. He was coerced into smashing it to bits using a hammer from the confiscated tools.

Ben glanced angrily towards the silver box containing the Azure Wand. He had no chance of making a run with it of course. But he might at least be able to grab the sodding thing and break it.

“That would be a very unwise course and would cause infinite sadness to 2.50. million Fiorentines if you were to do so,” commented a mournful Marius.

That bastard really can read my mind, thought Ben, once more. He was surprised to see Marius looking at him with something like understanding and proffering a glass of whiskey.

“Next week thank God, the Crown Prosecution Service are allowing me to take The Azure Wand back to Triesenbourg. They have come to the sensible conclusion at last that they do not need its physical presence at the trials of those who attempted to steal it.

“His Majesty’s Government,-the majesty to whom we Fiorentines give allegiance-  has come to the no less sensible decision that 700 years of tradition should be set aside and the Azure Wand, silver box and all, should be lodged in the Trazencu, fortress, along with the rest of the crown jewels. At lest that way people will be able to see it.”

“About the six golden spoons,” snapped Ben. His desire to be polite to this man long gone; his capacity to do so all but exhausted. Inwardly he raged at all of the data lost in the destruction of his phone. One day, he would have his revenge!

Marius’s cock seemed to flare. Marius needed to say nothing. For the second time Ben discarded his black burglar clothing. Again, that dark gaze held Ben in its thrall. For a moment he resisted walking the few steps between them.- And failed.

“If you really are going to try to take your revenge, I may as well take my pleasure anyway. What do you say Ben. Yes or No?”

There was a pause.

“Yes,” he replied, head bowed.

“An excellent choice Ben. But first the 6 gold spoons. Fortunately for you, the legitimate owners will have far too much to worry about when their world cruise ends. They are thieves, like you I suppose. Special stuff mostly. But fortunately not like your 6 George III spoons. So I took them from Sidney Tate’s safe, along with the money he paid you for them and had the ill manners to take back; and of course I took The Azure Wand, for which I had come anyway. I told you I think that a Chinese business man paid me £95000 for gold spoons? You might or might not be pleased to know that money will fund community nurses in Zambia. And all of this because that odious specimen Tate accidentally got his grubby little hands on the Azure Wand.”

“Is it too late to apologise for calling you a thief and a traitor sir. You did give me back the six and a half grand, I suppose.”

Marius shrugged, in that typical way Fiorentines do.

“Phht. It is never too late Ben. But I still loathe and despise you for it; or I would if your good opinion was of any moment.”

Marius sipped his whiskey.

“Kneel. No, not like that.- On all fours, like a dog.”

Marius regarded the prone figure as the first Count might have a peasant, 700 years ago. Quite slim, fit muscular and no fat. That’s how the current da Mosca liked his men when the fancy took him.- As it did from time to time. It pleased him of course that Ben’s pubes were nicely trimmed, perhaps in anticipation of this evening. But it was the look of submission and anticipation on the young menial just a few years his junior, that really turned Marius on.

On his hands and knees like this, Ben’s cock swayed in stiff expectation. He winced and hoped for more as Marius flicked it hard with a thumb and finger.

“Very breedable,” was Marius’s observation in Fiorentine, as he circled Ben and knelt down behind him. He slapped the beautiful arse and was met with a surprised “ouch” from Ben. The slap became a prolonged spanking that hurt and thrilled in a way that left him needing more of the same.

What Marius now said to him in Fiorentine, Ben could not understand. But at some new level the words lent an erotic charge to the first sexual spanking he had ever experienced. This was even better than the effects of Marius’s cigarettes. His bum felt red, hot and used. He hoped it would not end soon.

It did end, of course. But the sudden gentle touch; the way Marius’s lips kissed away some of the exquisite pain was a joy to Ben. Ben neither knew nor cared what Marius next said to him. All he knew was that Marius was at his neck moving in passionate noise down his back leaving a melody of love bites as he returned to his bottom.

Marius now parted his menial’s arse. It already looked ravishing to him, all hot and red and covered in his love bites. But the sight of Ben’s gorgeous hole made him almost breathless and certainly for a moment wordless, with desire. He ate out and feasted upon that hole, with Ben’s screams and gurgles of appreciation ringing in his ears.

Nothing mattered now. Ben did not matter now. Marius was consumed with but one aim in life. He just about managed to be a little considerate as his adamantine cock demanded hungry access to Ben’s arse. Ben yelled in initial pain. His reflex response to resist Marius, was ignored. He was absolutely sure that whatever Marius was saying to him, was not an expression of loving endearment. He actually gritted his teeth. Then, the moment came. Marius’s thrusts into Ben’s arse passed from pain to a pulsating pleasure. Every sense Ben possessed was suddenly given up to receiving the pounding Marius was giving him; being possessed, as no cock, no male had ever possessed Ben before.

“Ben! Oh Ben,” Marius panted, reverting to his deeply accented English. In one move Marius had them on their sides, Marius behind his menial, fucking him like mad. Ben grabbed his demanding cock and began wanking. The kissed. Ben shivered in delight tasting his own arse on Marius’s tongue. Marius could not, would not resist biting Ben’s neck. As they raced to shuddering climax Ben opened his mouth receive Marius’s spit.

“Let it last,” they heard Ben manage to say. “Fuck me!” he wailed, as he shot his load and seconds later, Marius’s spunk filled Ben’s fundament.

The two young men clasped each other, trying to catch their breaths. A foot spilled the remains of a glass of whiskey. Another foot caught the chess board; the fait of the white queen never to be resolved.

They hugged, assuring each other what a brilliant experience they had just shared. For about 10 minutes or so they lay quietly side by side, before without words, they showered and dressed.

It was Marius Hance Sebastian Lorcan Metanin, The 14th Count da Mosca. Who spoke first.

“Now, get out of here and make sure I never have reason to see or hear you again.”

The End.