Comersby Castle

by Patrick Law

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This is a long over-due continuation of my historical story of  Sir James and his stableboy, Billy.  Regular readers of GayDemon may just recognize in them my friends, Mr Billy Cate and his sexy husband “Jim,” who have featured in Bill’s own super-hot and HIGHLY recommended stories.  I am honored to imagine their historical counterparts, and, needless to say, they are not responsible for my shaky grasp of  British history in 1816.


Comersby Castle: Chapter 3

“You will be careful, my dear?” Sir James Ellis handed his wife, Lady Isabella, into her carriage. Isabella had long wished to take a Grand Tour of Europe, and now that the war with France was over, nothing was going to stop her.

“Of course, James,” Isabella laughed, “I have Gilbert here to protect me!”

James glanced into the carriage to see his wife’s private secretary, young Gilbert Gray, with a nervous look on his face and a sizeable bulge in his breeches. He wasn’t sure which of the two travelers would be needing protection. James and Isabella had remained friends after the birth of their two children, but had long since moved into separate wings of Comersby Castle to pursue their own interests. With a little negotiation, they had managed to avoid fucking the same men on the Comersby estate.

Billy Cate, Sir James’s stableboy, regarded the farewell scene from a polite distance. Three weeks earlier he had arrived at Comersby, honorably discharged from the Royal Marines after the end of the war with France and looking for a job. George Jones, the stableman, had hired him to work in the stable, although he knew nothing about horses. Billy knew about fighting, and about men. It hadn’t taken long for Sir James to find him. In in that first explosive encounter in the stable, Billy had found a man who exceeded all his experiences.

Billy had always known who he was and what he wanted. Whatever the command structure on a ship had been, the sexual hierarchy had fallen into place around him. On his last deployment, Captain Hardacre, the melancholy, cerebral commander of the Audacious, had enjoyed many nights in his cabin as Billy had pushed his head down into the pillow to keep him from crying out as he went to work in the captain’s ass. Billy had been a popular man aboard Audacious and it was not only the captain who had felt the full force of his nine-inch cock.

Sir James waved off the carriage and turned on his heel. He felt a lightness at his wife’s departure, and now suddenly now a new need that had to be satisfied. Billy had kept himself to himself during Isabella’s leave-taking, and was now back at work in the stable. He was not sure what this development in their lives would mean.

Sir James had no such uncertainty. As his wife’s carriage disappeared from the grounds of Comersby Castle, he strode down to the yard in search of Billy. George Jones the stableman, ever impassive, touched his cap as the Earl passed and inclined his head slightly towards the stable. There was Billy working a brush over the shining black coat of Neptune, James’s favorite horse. Billy, the former Marine, had strenuously objected to learning to ride, and claimed that land and sea were quite enough for him to manage without adding horseback as well. He was no longer just the stableboy. James had used Billy’s military skills to reorganize the men who worked in the stables, but Billy now meant much for to him.

Sir James stood, caught between his cock swelling at the sight of Billy, and his pleasure at the sight of the man and horse—both superb examples of masculinity. Billy had pulled off his jacket and his own sinews worked beneath his shirt as he burnished Neptune’s gleaming musculature. James held his breath at the power that flowed through man and beast.

He was about to go to Billy when the whinny of another horse distracted his attention. A young lad entered the stable holding the bridle of Jupiter, the brother of Neptune. James had been unable to resist buying a second colt from his friend, Sir Patrick Law, even though Billy had frequently pointed out that James could hardly ride both his “toys,” as Billy called them, at the same time. The younger horse was still green and skittish and the lad, scarcely 140 pounds, was struggling to hold him. Jupiter sensed his lack of control and tossed his head and kicked a little as the boy shrank backwards in fear.

James watched Billy cross quickly over to the lad. Billy’s hand on Jupiter’s neck calmed the horse at once, and the beast was transformed instantly into Billy’s pet, nuzzling his pocket for apples and blowing gently at him. Billy helped the lad take off the heavy saddle and settle Jupiter into his stall. The boy looked at him with eyes shining with awe and admiration and James felt his balls tighten as his breath caught in the moment. Billy smiled and clapped the lad’s shoulder.

“You did well, Matty, that horse is a handful. But I can see he likes you. You’ll have no trouble with him now, and if he plays up, you know where I am.” A huge grin radiated across young Matthew’s face as he left the stable, his head held up in pride.

Sir James could wait no longer. His cock strained against the tight buttons of his breeches. He stepped up behind Billy and pulled open his shirt to wrap his arms round his naked chest. As Billy leaned back into him, James played his nipples and took a long, slow lick up his shoulder, savoring the salt, sweet taste of sweat and the tautness of muscle, honed by years of work. He rubbed his aching groin against Billy’s ass and looked down to see Billy’s own horse-cock—a very fair comparison to Jupiter’s—swelling in response within his breeches.

James, ever the thinker, had to ask: “Do you want me?”

Billy whipped round and looked at him in surprise. This was never a question for him. He hooked his arm round James’s neck and pulled him in tight, relishing the pressure of the bulging crotch against his own. James loved him for the ease with which he expressed himself physically, and he took in a deep breath of Billy’s raw maleness. The heat and dirt of the stable reminded him of their first coupling and the passionate need and desire that had flowed between them.

Billy yanked down his breeches and let his magnificent cock spring free with a life of its own.

“Don’t you think this wants you?”

Billy’s towering erection was all James needed. His own cock hardened as they passed that moment when he gave up control to Billy. He felt himself spun round and thrown off balance. He grabbed a hold of the fodder rack as Billy barked: “Brace yourself!” and yanked Sir James’s breeches down to his thighs. James reached back to feel Billy’s dick, rock hard and wet with precum. He could feel the blood throbbing in the ridges. He grasped it tight and pulled it in towards his ass, pushing back at Billy’s dominance to bring their energies together.

Bill spat on James’s hole but his cock was leaking so much that he was more than ready to take his master and lover. He set the head of his cock at James’s entrance and waited a moment to hear the familiar, impatient “come on, man!” and launched into the depths of James’s ass. James felt the flash of pain as the huge cock rammed into him and then the pain becoming flooded with pleasure as his inner walls stretched to receive it.

“Yes! More!” James gasped as the wonderful fullness of Billy’s cock took him over. Billy was in his stride now, pulling back all the way to have again and again the thrilling sensation of spreading his man open and possessing his innermost depths. Billy threw back his head as he pounded James’s passage, and muttered to himself. “That’s it, you bitch, give me that cunt!” James loved to hear Billy talk to him like this, ripping up the social boundaries between them and making them one at the point where the stableboy’s cock met the depth of the Earl’s mancunt.

“Harder, Billy! Fuck me harder, man!” James couldn’t get enough of Billy. He loved the pain of it as the big cock plundered him, and the ecstasy as the pain receded to leave only that massive rod pulsing in his body. He pushed back his ass wanting to take more, and deeper and Billy obliged. The stable receded, and there was only the sensation of dick in ass—stretching James’s hole with every inch that contracted back on Billy’s cock.

The heat and smell of the stable and the men together hit Billy’s nostrils and drove him on, ramming himself deeper and deeper into James’s ass as James shouted at him for more and harder. Billy was the first to let go. His whole body spasmed in a huge explosion of relief and joy that James had come to him. His felt his cum spurt and he pulled out in time to see it gush over James’s back and buttocks in an unstoppable thick white stream.

Billy was not done. He kept hand on his own dick and the other wrapped round James’s. James pushed up his haunches to give Billy complete access but it took only a moment of his lover’s touch on his cock to bring him to a violent orgasm that flooded the straw beneath them. They both collapsed into the wet straw and shuffled round to lock each other in an embrace that neither wanted to let go.

“My God, Billy, what was that?” James was breathing heavily.

Billy didn’t want to talk. He kissed him, searching deep in his mouth with his tongue as their chests, wet with sweat, rubbed together. James felt something press against him that spoke more than words.

“Oh fuck, Billy, I need you again.” Even after his huge orgasm, Billy’s cock was already back at half-mast and hardening quickly. As Billy pulled himself up onto this elbows, he heard Jupiter blowing and snickering in his stall. He smiled, and dropped onto his back in the straw, provocatively waggling his stiff cock as it pointed to the roof.

“Let’s see how much of a horseman you are, your Lordship. Get up here and mount me.”

James laughed. “Oh, you think I can’t master you? I’ve broken in wilder animals than you!”

“We’ll see.” Billy stroked his own cock provocatively. “Can you break in THIS?”

James was very willing to try. He straddled Billy and lowered himself down over the throbbing cock. Billy felt the delicious give as the tip of his cock met the pucker of James’s hole. The Earl’s eager, well-stretched lips soon devoured Billy’s bulbous head, and the stableboy groaned with pleasure. “That’s it, Sir, only eight inches to go!” James relished every one of them, working Billy’s shaft with his inner muscles.

They were quickly into their second fuck. James knew how to play a fat cock. He soon had Billy moaning and slapping James’s thigh to make him fuck faster.

“Come on, Sir, show me your horsemanship!” Billy said, and James rose—literally—to the challenge. His own cock—the equal of Billy’s in length and girth—jutted out in front of him as he pleasured himself on Billy’s thick member, riding him harder and faster than he rode his favorite stallion on a winter’s morning. Billy drove up into him, driving his dick further and deeper and James rose and fell to meet him. They met each other with thrust and counter-thrust, vying to tire the other out but feeding off each other’s power.

James’s hand was on his cock, but Billy swatted it away. He wanted to be the one to make his man come. His hand worked James’s cock as James’s cunt worked his. A deep moan started in James throat. “Come for me!” Billy commanded, and James shot long ropes of cum over himself as Billy exploded deep in his ass.

They looked at each other, laughing in surprised joy at their synchronicity. James kissed his stableboy long and hard.

“You’re the finest beast I’ve ever mounted, Billy.” And then he was suddenly serious. “There’s no one to compare with you. No one.”

Billy stood up, brushing off the straw that stuck to his sweaty skin. He was still not sure where he stood at Comersby Castle, especially now that Lady Isabella had left.

“I need to get back to work,” he said quickly. “The lad can’t handle those horses on his own yet. You should have thought of that.”

James knew now that he had to tread carefully. Billy was a proud man and he felt the social distance between him and the Earl of Comersby.

“I’ll tell George to find someone experienced to help him,” James said, “Now I need you more than he does.”

Billy acquiesced. They stood up and dressed themselves as best they could and walked hand in hand up to the house.

*****

James opened the door of his bedroom, threw his arm round Billy’s shoulder, and drew him in. Although James and his wife had long since maintained separate quarters, her departure somehow made him feel freer. As if everything was possible for them now. After their explosive fuck in the stable that morning, James was ready to explore. In the days they had been together, their fucking had been hard, intense and necessary. Now he wanted to know Billy in every sense. They undressed quickly and James took Billy’s cock in his hand and pulled back the foreskin to reveal the head. Now he could study that hard, bulbous tip, already purple with desire. James smiled and bent his head down to kiss it. “You will have to contain yourself, Billy,” he ordered, “I want to enjoy you at my pleasure.”

Billy lay back on the bed and threw his arms behind his head, “Aye, aye, Sir,” he said with just a hint of sarcasm. Billy knew what the sight of his body could do to a man and it was time for the Earl of Comersby to find out all over again. James wrapped his lips round his lover’s head and pushed back the foreskin with them to trace its mushroom shape with his tongue. At once he felt the cock swelling at his touch. “Wait!” he commanded, and Billy gave way to the sovereignty of his Lord. James pushed down slowly, taking his time to reacquaint himself with its thick solidity.

“This cock ….” He was lost for words. Billy smiled and guided his head back down.

“It’s all for you,” Billy said, as James struggled to tighten his mouth round the huge girth, feeling the pulse of each vein against his lips until the glans hit his throat. He opened to it. Such was his enjoyment that he felt he had no need to breathe. His throat relaxed and he milked Billy’s cock with it, feeling the lubrication of pre-cum and listening to the moans of pleasure above him.

The scales tipped again in the way they were just beginning to understand. Now it was Billy’s turn to take control. He unlaced James’s breeches and released his fat cock. He gave it an admiring stroke, but he was still determined to make the Earl wait. “On your back, Sir!” James obeyed. He had fucked and been fucked by men on his estate before, but suddenly he felt that his moment was a consummation. He lifted his legs and looked into the eyes of the man who had come into his life in a way he still could not comprehend.

Billy was still playing with him, seeking revenge for the way James had teased his cock. He hungrily pushed his face into James’s ass and breathed in the rich smell of him. He ran his tongue along the inside of the delicious crevice, wetting the thick, light-brown fur that covered it. Then he pulled back for a moment and listened to James’s whimpers of protest, before jabbing his tongue back into James’s eager hole. Billy relished the tightness of James’s ass-muscles as he pushed against them, and his cock bounced, arrogantly demanding entrance. For a moment he controlled himself, savoring the heat of James’s cunt lips still swollen from the stable fuck and the heady musk of sweat and cum that invaded his nostrils. He lashed James’s hole with his tongue until it was too much for him and his cock threatened to tear its way out his breeches.

Instinctively, James knew it was time. He reached back and pulled his ass open to demand the attention of Billy’s cock. But the stableboy was going to make the Earl wait. He pushed into the loosened hole and then gritted his teeth and held back, leaving the head gripped by James’s anus until he heard James beg and moan for his full length. Then with a sigh he thrust in. This time the fuck was slower. He had time to savor the gradual way each wave of inner muscle grasped his cock. He pulled James’s legs further back and grabbed handfuls of his flesh, fondling and slapping his ass and then bending down to bite his nipples. His senses overloaded as he wanted everything—the smell of their sweat and sex, the beauty of James’s body, the sight of James’s hard cock and the constant throbbing pressure of own dick in James’s ass. He was used to fucking men, but suddenly he was more singularly aware than he had ever been before of this man that he was fucking. The Earl of Comersby. His man. James. When he came for the third time that day it was an outpouring of everything he felt—desire, need, adoration, gratitude. And then when took James’s cock in his mouth and feasted on it, it was an act of love. And when finally he took James’s seed into him he felt he was taking in his entire substance.

They lay together drenched in each other’s sweat and warmed by each other’s heat. For a long time they stayed that way, sprawled across each other with their limbs entangled. And when Billy rose to go, muttering something about work, he felt James’s arm holding him fast across his chest.

“Stay with me,” James said in a quiet, deep voice. And Billy stayed.

*****

The next day James was up and dressed early. Billy found him in his study going through a pile of papers. James looked up and grimaced.

“I’m sorry, Billy. I can’t be with you today—I have to go into Bristol. It’s a tedious matter—a meeting of some stockholders. It won’t take long and I’ll be back tonight.”

Billy scrutinized him. “Well, it’s going to be ‘tedious,’ then I’ll come with you. Perhaps I can keep you entertained.”

James looked doubtful. “Are you sure? It’s an uncomfortable journey for little reward.”

Bill bristled. “Of course, if you don’t want to be seen with your stableboy.”

James sighed. What could he do to convince Billy this time? He kissed him and said, “You’re coming with me. Just don’t blame me if you’re bored out of your senses, that’s all I ask.”

“Good.” Billy was back to his down-to-earth self. “There have been some footpads on the Bristol road. I may not know much about stockholders,” he gestured towards the desk, “but I know how to shoot a pistol straight.”

James made Billy put on some more formal clothes (Billy complained bitterly about their stiffness) and summoned his carriage to the door. The footman handed James into the coach. Billy glared at the man until he took an uncertain step backwards, and then climbed into the coach himself. Billy was used to riding in all weathers on the top of a mail coach, and the splendid but confined interior was new to him. The seats were lined with silk and the polished woodwork glowed. He sat awkwardly facing Sir James, feeling every jolt.

“Why don’t you ride one of the horses? It would be more comfortable than this thing.”

“Well, it’s a long way. And I do have to keep up certain standards.” James reached out of the window to smack his hand against the coat-of arms on the carriage door.

The journey took nearly two hours. James went through his papers and Billy sat his buttocks uncomfortably as the carriage bumped along over the rough road. He wondered how James could sit so still. He rather wished that some footpads would make an appearance.

Billy was pleasantly imagining a scene in which he had been obliged to rescue Sir James from highwaymen, and had been suitably rewarded with James’s ass, when the coach arrived outside an elegant banking house in Bristol. Billy paused on the steps and laid a hand on Billy’s shoulder.

“I have to go through a lengthy series of legal matters, Billy. You can stay with me, or if you would rather amuse yourself elsewhere, I will meet you later.”

Bill hesitated, scrutinizing James below furrowed brows as if trying to read his mind. At length he relaxed. Many men from the Navy had returned to Bristol after the war, and perhaps he might run even into one of his brothers from the Royal Marines. He knew the inns they were likely to frequent. He squeezed James’s arm, wishing it was another part of his anatomy.

“Don’t take too long, I have plans for you! You can send for me at The Seven Stars.”

The Seven Stars was one of the many inns owned by men who had retired or been pensioned out of the Navy and it was popular with sailors and marines. The moment Billy walked in, a group of men sitting round a table sprang up to greet him, slapping him on the back and commenting on his fancy duds. Billy shook it off with a grin, pleased to see so many of his old shipmates. One of them gave him a friendly smile and a lascivious wink and Billy recognized a former conquest on the Audacious. The man’s ass had had a very enjoyable tightness, he recalled. A pack of cards was produced, a round of toddy was ordered, and the hours quickly past as they joked and swapped stories of their exploits in the war.

Billy had lost track of the time, when he heard a familiar voice call his name. James was standing at the doorway. Billy scolded him.

“I told you to send for me! This is no place for a Lord.”

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to see you in your natural habitat.” He immediately regretted it. “I don’t mean that this is your only natural home, Billy. You are at home anywhere. I just like to see you like this with your friends around you.”

The former sailors took the appearance of an Earl at the Seven Stars in their strides.

“Sit yerself down, yer Lordship, here’s a tot of rum for ye!”

“Don’t worry, your Lordship, we’ve been keeping your man here occupied!”

“Now, Sir, will you not join us for a game of whist?”

There was no malice in them. James smiled at the easy way Billy joked with the men and the natural ease and fraternity he had among them. But it was time to go, and they left the inn with exhortations for Billy to return as soon as possible ringing in their ears. Darkness was falling as they left the Seven Stars and walked through the narrow streets. There seemed to be a chill in the air after the warmth and camaraderie of the inn.

“Just as well you have me with you to look after you,” Billy remarked. “I told you not to leave me at the Castle.”

As they rounded a corner, James felt a tug on his sleeve. A sallow-faced man had emerged from a darkened doorway. He bowed extravagantly at them, but there was a cunning look in his eye.

“Why, Sir James, whatever brings you to these back alleys. I hope your … companion …” he gave Billy an insolent look, “is taking care of you.”

James walked passed him, telling him to get out of his way, but the man continued. “You may not know me, Sir James, but I assure you that I am well acquainted with your man, Mr George Jones!”

James turned to look at him. Now he understood the situation. Many young women and an increasing number of boys had been drawn to the city looking for work. But in the depression that followed the war there was not enough employment to go round, and many of them had ended up in the city’s brothels. James realized that they were standing at the entrance of a male brothel—a molly house—that was popular with rich Bristol merchants, and aristocrats visiting their city properties. It was well known that certain members of the church and the courts were not infrequent clients. Once, it had been a discrete private club for men to meet and enjoy each away from the public view. Now, with so many boys seeking work and finding none, its character had changed.

In his younger days, James had made use of the place on occasion, but in recent years he had no need to. George Jones, the stableman, had often come to him to tell him of a new young man seeking work whom Jones had found “in a certain condition in Bristol.” James had known what he meant. He was glad to give these boys a roof in one of the estate cottages and a well-paid job that required them only to do a good day’s labor. Of course, if they voluntarily offered to satisfy Sir James’ appetite for man-flesh, they were warmly embraced and rewarded. There had been many early mornings when James, exercising his spaniels in his fields, had enjoyed the muscular ass of one of his workers.

James decided not to hold this conversation in the street, and they stepped into the doorway. Immediately the keeper of the house pulled across a young man. He was blond and slightly-built with a soft, gentle face that now looked with fear onto the newcomers.

“See what I have here. Fresh from the country and not used at all—quite the virgin and a delicious morsel,” he paused here, “for the gentleman who can pay.” He clicked his fingers and addressed the boy: “Come now, pay your respects to the gentlemen, Thomas.”

The boy bowed nervously but with a natural grace. “Yes, Mr. Trent. How may I serve you, Sirs?” he said in a quiet, flat voice. He was surprisingly well-spoken for his surroundings.

James looked at him in a way that Billy couldn’t quite work out. “How old are you, Thomas?” James asked.

Thomas looked from James to Trent and back again, clearly terrified of giving the wrong answer.

“Eight … seventeen, Sir,” he stammered. It was hard to guess his age. He looked as if he had been well-nourished at some point in his life, but now his face was pale and drawn. He wore a loose white shirt that hardly covered his buttocks, and his legs were bare.

“Young and unspoiled!” Trent whined. He clearly thought he was on his way to making a sale. “Look at this pure flesh, your Lordship—scarcely done a day’s work in his life—all the more tender for it, I assure you.” He pulled up the sleeve of Thomas’s shirt to reveal his white skin. But just above the elbow, the boy’s arm was disfigured by the darkening mark of a recent bruise.

Billy had watched the scene with a brooding anger, and now he had had more than enough of it. He started forward, fist clenched. James stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“How much for the boy?” said James, flatly. Billy stared at him, not understanding.

Trent grinned. “A wise choice, sir, very wise. For a connoisseur such as yourself, I scarcely feel I can charge you at all.”

“How much?”

“Two guineas,” Trent said quickly. “For the whole night, course.”

“Not for the night. For the boy.” James fixed Trent with a cold, glassy stare.

Trent grinned unpleasantly and assumed a cringingly subservient attitude. “Oh Sir, you wouldn’t want to be depriving me of my livelihood, surely. Not in these hard times.”

He named an exorbitant sum. James informed him that he would receive a quarter of that, and his house would not be reported to city authorities. The man spat on the floor and retreated back in defeat.

“Collect your belongings, Thomas. You are coming with us.” James’s tone was brisk and business-like. This operation did not take long, and Thomas quickly reappeared with a pitifully small cloth sack that contained all he owned in the world.

As James led the way back to where his servants were waiting with the carriage, Billy took stock of what had just happened. James was clearly nursing an anger as passionate as his own at the treatment of the boy. He strode up the hill with Tommy stumbling to keep up. Billy put out an arm to steady him and his own heart swelled with anger and pity as the boy shrank away from him.

They soon reached the carriage. James told the coachman to head for Comersby with all speed, and swept Billy and Thomas inside. As they moved off, James and Billy sat with their thighs pressed close to each other, trying to behave decorously in the presence of their young charge.

James spoke to him kindly. “Now, Thomas, we need to know a little about you. You are quite safe, but you must tell us the truth. How old are you really?”

“Twenty-one, Sir.” A sudden jolt in the road threw James and Billy against each other and Thomas onto the floor between James’ knees.

As James and Billy righted themselves they looked down to see that Thomas was still kneeling between James’s top boots. He looked up at James with big, hungry eyes. Then, with great trepidation, he stretched out his hand to touch James’s crotch.

James reached down and cupped Thomas’s chin with his hand to lift up his face. "You don’t have to do that, Tommy. That’s in the past now.”

Thomas’s response surprised them both: “Please, Sir, let me. I want to. You don’t have to pay me.”

Billy understood. He leaned across to ruffle Thomas’ hair and then he opened James’s breeches, pulled out his hardening cock, and wrapped his hand round the base. “This is my property, Tommy. You understand?”

“Oh yes, Sir.” The look of devotion in Thomas’s eyes was for both of them.

“Very well, then. But if you so much as touch this magnificent creature with your teeth, it’s out of the coach and a long walk home for you.”

Tommy smiled for the first time. “Don’t you worry, Sir, I’ll take good care of it!”

Billy wasn’t quite ready relinquish control. “Very well, you may taste it.” At the sound of Billy’s voice taking charge, James’s cock stirred. Thomas tentatively put out his tongue and licked the tip. He glanced hopefully up at Billy and was rewarded with a nod of his head.

“All right,” he said, “But you’d better be prepared for what you’re taking on!”

With great respect, Thomas took the swelling cock into his mouth. Billy supervised the service.

“Do it properly! It’s a privilege for you to suck this cock!”

Thomas didn’t need telling twice. He drew James’s cock reverentially into his mouth and got busily to work, using his tongue and lips to pleasure the thick, swelling member. James and Billy exchanged glances that said, “he knows what to do and he likes doing it.” Billy’s own cock was quickly in his hand and he pushed Thomas’s head down James’s shaft.

Thomas sucked James’s cock as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. His tongue worked the head and shaft as he reverentially took James’s nuts in his hands. When he had soaked the cock to his satisfaction with his saliva, he got to work with his throat, making soft gagging sounds as he pleasured James.

James braced his feet against the opposite seat to steady himself as Thomas played his cock like an instrument. Billy took out his own cock and stroked himself as he watched the boy enjoy himself. He was curious about where Tommy had learned his skills. To take a big cock like James’s monster needed practice. Had he enjoyed his time at Trent’s establishment more than it seemed? That was unlikely. But he was undoubtedly talented.

James’s buttocks had left the silk-lined seat as he started to thrust into the boy’s mouth. Tommy knew what was next. As James’s body jerked, he managed to keep the cock in his mouth and skilfully swallowed the spurts of cum.

“Well done, Tommy,” said James when he got his breath back, “you didn’t spill a drop. Mr Cate here likes to spread it all over the place!” (He earned a tolerant snort from Billy at this.)

“Thank you, Sir, I didn’t want to make a mess on these beautiful cushions.”

Billy chipped in, “You did a good job, Tommy. Where did you learn skills like those? You must have been in demand at Trent’s.”

“No Sir, it wasn’t there. Before I came to Bristol. I used to … it was with …”

Tommy gulped, and to Billy’s dismay, big tears suddenly started to roll down the young man’s cheeks. Billy quickly moved across the carriage and threw an arm round him.

“It’s all right, Tommy. You’re safe with us. We wouldn’t harm you.”

“I know, Sir, it’s not that.”

“Tell us what the trouble is.”

“Sir … Sirs … it’s my Joey. I can’t forget about him.”

As they journeyed back to Comersby, James and Billy, with gentle cajoling, got Thomas’s story from him. They started at the beginning. Thomas came from a village not far from Comersby, where his father had been schoolmaster.

“He was a good man, Sir, but …” Thomas started crying again.

“But not good with money?” asked James gently.

“That’s it, Sir. He would take in pupils who couldn’t pay. He would lend money to anyone but then they didn’t pay him back. We started to sell our things, even his books, and that broke his heart. He caught the fever last winter and …,” Thomas’s sobs grew worse, and Billy hugged him, and told him they understood what had happened.

When he had recovered, James’s gently reminded him to tell them about “Joey.” Thomas sighed deeply.

“Joey … Joseph … was my friend. But he was more than that. We …” Thomas trailed off. He didn’t know the language to express this.

“Joseph was your lover, Tommy?” Billy asked, softly. Thomas looked at him, astonished at how simply Billy had said it. Two men loving each other … that was not an easy thing to talk about.

“I did love him. We just wanted to be together but it was all so difficult. His family had no money at all, and when my father died it was up to me to support my mother. So we decided that the best thing was for us to go to the city where we could find work and be together.” His voice started to wobble again.

Sir James prompted him. “What happened to Joseph, Thomas?”

“We found lodgings and for the first few weeks we were so happy. Joey found a job on the market and we had a little money. Then, we were walking home when … when they came for us …”

“Who came for you, Thomas?” James said, “I don’t understand.”

But Billy understood only too well. His faced darkened.

“It’s all right, Tommy, I know what you mean. The press gang?”

In the last years of the war with France there had been a shortage of experienced men to crew the ships of the Royal Navy. A young, fit man, alone in the city was an easy prey for the impress men charged to find crew. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but Billy had seen it all too often—young, scared “volunteers” who came aboard not knowing a mizzen mast from a bowsprit. He had tried to keep an eye over them, but he hated the practice.

“I think so,” Tommy continued. “It was so dark, I couldn’t see what was happening. I shouted for him and then they were gone. I couldn’t stop it, I let them take him … my Joey!”

James and Billy comforted him as best they could, telling him it wasn’t his fault, that the war was over and that Joey would be somewhere. Gradually his sobbing abated, and he fell into an exhausted sleep in Billy’s arms.

As soon as they arrived back at Comersby, James leaped out of the coach to speak to George Jones. Jones appeared unsurprised when Billy followed him out of the carriage, escorting a wide-eyed Thomas. James instructed Jones to have Trent paid off, and to send twenty pounds to Thomas’s mother. “First thing, in the morning, George, don’t forget. And tell her she’ll be receiving a regular income from now on.”

Jones nodded impassively. “And the lad, sir? Will you be wanting a job for him on one of the farms?”

“Not this time, George, I think we’ll find him work in the house. You know your way around books, Thomas?”

“Oh yes, Sir.” Thomas brightened up, happy to be of use.

“Good. It’s about time someone made a catalogue of my library. I can never find anything in it. Do you think you could do that?”

“Yes, Sir, that would be wonderful! Thank you, Sir!” Thomas couldn’t stop thanking them both for their kindness until they reached the house and James handed him over to a housekeeper.

“See that he gets a hot meal and a comfortable bed. We’ll work out his duties in the morning.”

At last James and Billy got to their bedroom (Billy was just learning to call it theirs) and fell naked into the bed in a deep exhaustion. They were almost too tired for words but both had something to say to each other. James took Billy in his arms and kissed him. Then he moved slowly down to his dick. Billy was already erect in the presence of his lover. Tenderly, James licked up and down the shaft. He thought how gentle his man had been with Tommy and it made his own cock swell with desire for him.

Billy roused himself enough to draw James into him. “You did a good thing today, James, and you deserve a reward.”

James leaned back against the broad expanse of Billy’s chest and felt the powerful arms encircle him. He felt completely, happily claimed by his stableboy. He licked Billy’s shoulder to feel the strength of the muscle and taste the last traces of the sweat of the day. Then he smiled to feel Billy’s fingers, wet with spit, opening him up and then the familiar hardness pressing against the pucker of his hole. Billy’s dick always felt like a living thing to him, insisting on getting its own way. James pushed his buttocks back a little and the head slipped easily into him.

James chuckled softy. He had been on the verge of sleep and now Billy’s insatiable cock had stirred him.

“Something amusing you?”

“Just how your cock could arouse me from the dead.”

“Come here.”

Billy pulled up James’s leg to push fully into his ass. He was bone weary himself after the events of the day but he knew he had enough left for this. Tomorrow they would work out what to do with young Thomas. Tonight was for each other.

by Patrick Law

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