Comersby Castle

by Patrick Law

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Here is the much-delayed continuation of my story of Sir James and Billy, which takes place in England in 1816. I’m very  grateful to my fellow GayDemon author Billy C and his husband for their suggestions for the continuation of this story. Sir James and (now former) stable-boy Billy are my highly imaginary versions of their historical counterparts.  There’ll be a final chapter concluding this story … when I’ve written it. 


Comersby Castle: A rescue

Sir James Ellis and Billy Cate were taking breakfast together in the smaller dining room at Comersby Castle. Billy, the former Royal Marine and until recently Sir James’ stableboy, sat still, resignedly waiting for everything to be served to him when he could so much more easily fetch it himself. He was adapting with some difficulty to his new life. He had needed a job at the end of the wars with France and Sir James had found him a place at Comersby.

Billy had recently moved out of his room above the stables and into Sir James’ bed—a bed he still found ridiculously large and soft. In his past life as a marine, Billy had perfected the art of fucking the crew of a ship in discrete corners, and the captain in his narrow birth. Any in any case, he spent most of the night in either James’ ass or his arms, or more usually both, so why did they need all that space?

James was gracefully dissecting a ham-bone with knife and fork. Billy wondered why he didn’t just pick it up to gnaw at it. His cock twitched as he thought about gnawing at James’ own hard bone. He adjusted his napkin so as to avoid the eye-line of the footman waiting on them.

James had finished breakfast. He pushed back his chair with an air of purpose, and announced that they needed to discuss the new arrival at Comersby. The day before, James and Billy had rescued young Thomas Adams from a male brothel in Bristol. But that was not to be the end of it. With tears in his eyes, Thomas had told them his story. How he and his young lover, Joseph, and fallen on hard times and had left their village to look for work in the city. Thomas had told them how he and Joseph had been violently separated, and the same evening Sir James had added him to the ever-expanding roster of young men employed at Comersby. It had turned out Tommy was the son of a schoolmaster and knew his way around books, and he had been given a place restoring order to Sir James’ library.

Tommy had been up early to make a start on his work in the library and he was bustling about, taking the books off the shelves, dusting them, and entering them into the catalog he was compiling. Janet, Sir James’ housekeeper, had found him some respectable clothes, and with a good night’s sleep and a hearty breakfast inside him Tommy looked much brighter. No longer shrinking in fear at the brothel, he seemed taller, and, although his chest and limbs were very thin through poor nourishment, James thought he would fill out pretty well.

Thomas bounded up to them like a puppy and shyly touched Billy’s sleeve. “Sir, I put your things here. I hope you don’t mind.”

Billy looked where Thomas was pointing. His few books—a couple of battered novels, a popular history of Britain, and some military manuals—had been carefully housed in a little walnut cabinet. He smiled. He hadn’t look at them in months. “Thank you, Tommy. I’m not much of a reader, as you see.” Thomas gazed at him in adoring respect—Billy’s reading habits were not his main concern.

They sat Thomas down in a window seat and went through his story again. Thomas had left his village with his friend Joseph to try to make ends meet for their families. It hadn’t taken James and Billy long to discover that Joseph was much more than a friend to Tommy and that they had hoped to make a life together. But soon after their arrival, they had been set upon by government men recruiting for the Royal Navy, and Joseph had been forcibly taken away.

“Are you sure it was a press gang?” Billy asked Thomas.

“I think so, but it was dark. I couldn’t see their faces. They had a shilling and they made Joey take it.”

James glanced at Billy, who nodded his head. “They were impress men. They do that with the coin to make it legal—so they can say the man ‘took the King’s Shilling.’ It’s shameful.”

Thomas was continuing his story: “I looked for him everywhere, truly I did. I was so worried I didn’t eat or sleep, but I couldn’t find word of him. Then I had to leave our lodgings because had no money left. I tried to look for honest work, sirs, really I did. But no one would have me. In the end Mr. Trent found me and ….” Tears of shame ran down his face as he remembered where James and Billy had met him at the male brothel.

James corrected him: “Your work was honest, Thomas. Don’t be ashamed of it. The dishonest one was Trent—you should have been treated much better and paid more.” His anger rose as he remembered the way the boy had cowered at Trent’s cruelty.

They gently pressed Tommy for more details but the boy became distressed that he couldn’t tell them more.

“That’s all right, Tommy. You’ve done your best.” Billy reassured him with an arm round his shoulders. “Sir James will put things right. You can count on that.”

James was a little taken aback by this promise. But he wanted to do his best to live up to Billy’s opinion of him and he had already had an idea. “Billy, if Joseph was pressed into service in the navy, he would be discharged now the war is over. There must be a record of him somewhere in ….”

Billy interrupted him. “I’ve already thought of that. I think know where to find it out, and I know who can help us. But we’d need to go to London … to the Admiralty.”

James smiled. “There’s no difficulty in that, Billy. I’ll tell George Jones to order the carriage. I have a house in London.”

Billy raised his eyebrows. James already had far more rooms than he needed at Comersby. The thought of a whole other house seemed absurd. But James was forming a plan.

“What’s Joey’s second name, Tommy?” he asked, dreading that the answer would be “Smith” or “Jones.”

“Criddle,” said Tommy, “Mr Joseph Criddle.” And when James laughed with relief, he added in an affronted tone, “It’s a very common name in our village.”

“I’m sure it is, Thomas,” said James quickly, “And it’s a very good name too. Well, Mr Joseph Criddle, we’re going to find out where you are and bring you home.”

Billy was thinking practically. “What does Joey look like, Tommy? How can we recognize him?”

“He’s so handsome, sir! About my height, but with blue eyes and with such beautiful curly hair … I did so love to run my fingers through it when we …”

Thomas was tearful again, but Billy kept him focused. “What else, Tommy? Think carefully. Did Joey have any marks we could look for?”

“Oh yes! He has a white scar on his collar-bone. He was nicked by a sickle when they were cutting the hay, the silly boy. It was just a flesh wound but he bled so much! I was so worried!”

“Well, that’s turned out to be a good thing,” Billy said. “Now we’ll be certain to recognize him when we find him.

If we find him, James thought to himself, but he let Billy continue talking reassuringly to Thomas.

Thomas begged to come with them, but James gently told him that he needed to eat and rest to build up his strength until they returned. “You’ll need to look your best for Joseph,” he said, and Tommy immediately drew himself up and nodded his head seriously. Billy felt a pang go through his heart. He would help this boy, whatever it took.

James wasted no time in calling for a carriage. George Jones, the stableman with an instinctive knowledge of Sir James’ ways, insisted on driving them, with Toby the footman riding alongside him. At the last minute, Tommy ran up to them and pushed a piece of paper into James’ hand as George Jones cracked the whip and the coach moved off. James looked back through the window to see Tommy waving goodbye. He opened the paper in his hand to see a pencil sketch of a handsome young face with curly hair.

He passed it across to Billy. “I reckon this is Joseph. Tommy has quite some skill.”

Billy looked at it once, and carefully stowed it in his pocket. He wouldn’t need to look again. His years in the Marines had involved some intelligence work and he knew how to memorize a face.

When they were settled, Billy looked round at the plush upholstery and sumptuous, silk-lined interior, and pointed out that he hadn’t seen this kind of thing even on aboard a flagship. He sat stiffly opposite James as the carriage moved off.

“I have to keep up the family standards, you know, Billy,” said James, reaching through the window to slap the coat of arms on the door.

Billy snorted his amusement and couldn’t resist telling James that wasn’t all he had to keep up. He moved across to sit next to James and rubbed his hand flat against his stomach, moving slowly down to his groin. Sitting so close to his man, all buttoned up in formal clothes, seemed ridiculous to him. His fingers itched to touch and feel James’ skin and he toyed with the buttons that kept him from the thing he wanted to play with.

What was he waiting for? They were alone in the carriage. He shoved his hand between James’ thighs and squeezed the long shaft, sensing an answering pulse from James’ cock. The thickness of the thing was too much to resist. Billy was sure he could feel the heat through Sir James’ fine breeches. and his hand closed to possess it, feeling it harden in response.

James’ breath came sharply, and his cock bulged under Billy’s touch. “For God’s sake, man, take it out!”

Billy lost no time in complying. He undid James’ breeches, cursing as his fingers fumbled over the buttons and then tearing at the fine fabric to expose his prize. James’ cock sprang out, hard and naked against the artificial delicacy of the linen. The head was already shiny with precum. Billy tasted it, drawing a long string from the tip to his tongue and looking up challenging at James to make him pay for the confines of the carriage. The raw, male smell of James’ crotch flooded the carriage and Billy instantly felt at home.

Now he was ready to take full possession of their fucking. He pulled away and sat back on the opposite seat, forcing himself to seem languid and casual against his raging desire for James.

“Strip!” He ordered.

“What? Here?” James was suddenly shocked.

“You have your orders.”

“But Billy, we’re in the carriage … what if someone sees us … we’ll have to stop to rest the horses at some point ….”

“Not for a long time.” Billy was suddenly the expert on coach travel.

“But what if … there might be highwaymen or something. What would we do then?”

Billy grinned. “If a footpad demanded what I had of value, I would be obliged to give him your arse.”

James’ eyes widened.

“I would instruct him to tie you to a tree and thrust his cock into that handsome cunt of yours.” Billy was enjoying himself.

James licked his lips. “Oh really? You wouldn’t protect me?” He loosened his stock.

“A filthy pig like you doesn’t need protection. I might knock him on the head and take over fucking you. Or perhaps I would allow him your mouth as I took possession of your arse.”

James swallowed hard and his cock twitched violently. He worked his breeches down his thighs to give it complete freedom.

“Present yourself, Sir James!” Billy was in military mode, but he couldn’t keep up the formality: “Show me that hot, hairy mancunt, you fucking filthy slut.”

James was completely under Billy’s command. He did his best to retain control, making a show of it as he turned around to brace himself against the seat, pushing out his buttocks and parting his hairy cheeks for Billy’s inspection.

Billy was on his feet. He ran his hands down James’ naked flanks and slapped them. “Not bad. Almost as fine as those horses you had me looking after!”

The jolts of the carriage forced him to go slow as he struggled to maintain his balance. He licked a finger and pressed it against James’ tight hole. It slid in easily as James let out a long moan of anticipation. Billy laughed at the absurdity of their situation—the confines of the carriage and James’ delicious ass sticking up into the middle of it.

 “Well now, Sir James, I seem to have you at my mercy!”

James groaned happily as another of Billy’s strong fingers pushed its way into his hole, and then another.

“Let’s stretch out this fine cunt, Sir James,” Billy worked his fingers in and out of James, stepping up the pressure when his finger found James’ prostate. He delighted at the yelps of pleasure and groaning demands for more, as James tried to push his hole back onto the invading fingers. Billy sat back on the carriage seat and drove his tongue into James’ hole, heady with the smells and sounds of James’ arousal.

Billy’s cock was raging, but he made James wait for it until a sudden jolt of the carriage threw James off balance and he collapsed back onto Billy’s lap in the perfect position to get himself fucked. And Billy seized the opportunity.

The first wave of pleasure hit Billy as his flared cockhead slipped past James’ anus and into the hot, tight inner space of his ass. James clearly wasn’t in the mood to wait and sat back, grunting, onto the stiff cock. He adjusted his hips to give James a good angle, and lowered himself down onto the hard shaft. They instinctively fell into a rhythm. Billy thrust upwards as James jerked his hips up and down to receive the object of his desire.

As James felt his inner walls open, he knew he was in thrall to the driving force of the dick, and he wanted it. He wanted to be possessed by his man. He thrilled to the residual pain as Billy’s girth blasted through him to reach into the deep passage of his ass. He leaned forward to make room for the full length of the cock to piston into him and his world contracted onto the pounding thrusts. Gradually he become aware of Billy’s big body arching above him and the slap of Billy’s balls against his thighs and he knew he was completely taken as the confined space filled with the sounds of their fucking and the smell of sweat and sex.

Billy was pounding so hard that he couldn’t keep James still. His grabbed at James’ sides to steady him, but his fingers slipped on the wet, sweaty skin and his hands clutched and slid over the hard, muscular torso. He wrapped his arms round James’ chest and pulled him in, hammering his ass with short, violent strokes until the carriage threw them off balance again. He found his cheek pressed up against James shoulder and licked the pungent sweat of him. He rejoiced in the way the Earl of Comersby was now this raw, animal taste in his mouth.

James felt Billy swaying above him and shoved his ass back to center them. He heard his own voice say, “Harder, Billy, take me, man!” and then he was suddenly aware of something giving, deep inside him. His legs shuddered as he realized he had come, and a moment later he felt the tremors of Billy’s orgasm, echoing the same shocks deep inside his being. It was almost too intense, and they dropped onto the floor in a tangle of limbs.

They lay they together on the floor of the carriage for a long time breathing in the heady scent of two men sexually spent. James was aware of Billy’s weight on top of him, pinning him down. There was nowhere else he wanted to be. They both felt stunned by the intensity of what had just happened. The breathed in the musk of their sex and of each other until George Jones gave a discrete tap on the roof. James jumped to his feet and fumbled round for his clothes.

Billy, always less elaborately clad, was ahead of him. He sat back and watched James do his best to restore respectability. He pointed to some conspicuous stains on the silk linings of the carriage.

“What a mess you’ve made, James! Everyone will see what a pig the Earl of Comersby really is.”

James laughed. “George Jones understands my habits. But I must say, Billy, you are the first man to take my arse in my own carriage.” James paused as if suddenly realizing something. “That means something, Billy.”

Billy knew what he meant. He knew that James was used to fucking and being fucked by the men who worked on his estate. He was used to fucking in the stables, where Billy had taken him that first time when he was James’ stable-boy. Billy wasn’t quite sure what he felt about this promotion, but there was no time to think about it. The door of the carriage open just has James was hastily stuffing his shirt into his breeches which had acquired a conspicuous stain at the front.

Both of them stank of sweat and cum and James futilely opened the carriage window. As Toby the footman handed them out, he winked lasciviously at Billy and gave a sideways glance at a growing wet spot at the front of James’ breeches.

James ignored all this. “You go into the inn and arrange our accommodation, Billy,” he said, “I want to have a quick word with George.”

Billy nodded, happy to take care of practicalities, and went inside to issue instructions about where they were to sleep. James spoke nonchalantly to his stableman: “George, I wonder if you might find me some rope in the stables? Just a couple of lengths.”

George Jones had a deep and long-standing regard for his employer. Nothing, it seemed, surprised him and he remained impassive as ever. “Of course, sir” he said, as if this was the most natural request from an aristocrat, “I’ll send it in with Toby.”

By the time James entered the inn, Billy had made all the arrangements. He and James were to have the best room and the landlady had issued strict instruction to make sure that the bed linen was clean. Billy knew from experience that fresh linen was a rarity at roadside inns, and he felt a twinge of guilt that he and James would be leaving their bed very far from clean.

They were both tired, and after a hasty supper with George they retired to their bedroom. The evening was warm, and James stripped off his shirt and boots and fell backwards onto the large four-poster bed, happy to be at ease with Billy, who was busying himself with their luggage. Billy had banned Toby the footman from their room, preferring to take care of everything himself. He was used to discipline aboard ship and liked to be in charge of his and James’ things.

James contentedly watched him for a while, feeling his cock twitch again as he appreciated his man. He loved the way Billy’s cock and balls swung freely in his looser breeches, so unlike his own, starched clothes. Saliva flowed into his mouth and his mood grew playful as he slowly palmed his own crotch.

“Well now, Billy,” he said, “What was that you were saying about a highwayman?”

Billy immediately caught James’ disposition. He dropped the shirt he was folding and folded his arms instead.

“A highwayman? Only that you deserved to be fucked by a common criminal, the disgraceful way you were leading me on!”

“I don’t know about ‘common.’ ‘Gentleman of the road’ perhaps? Isn’t that what they call the highwaymen?”

Billy was in full highwayman mode. He always loved to play with their social status. “It’s you who’s supposed to be the gentleman. Not that you behaved like one this afternoon.”

“I know, Billy, I was quite the slut and maybe I should be punished. I feel I may have let down Comersby. Wasn’t there something about tying me to a tree …?” James reached below the bed where he had stashed the rope George Jones had found for him. “Perhaps you could show me what you had in mind?”

Billy needed no encouragement. Although he had been a marine, he knew his knots as well as any sailor and he quickly had James’ wrists roped to the bed posts. He took a moment to appreciate James’ broad, masculine chest, with its thick pelt, stretched helplessly before him. Then he deftly unbuttoned James’ breeches and pulled them off, leaving the earl naked before him. And the earl responded immediately with an erection.

Billy was enjoying his power. He grasped the root of swelling James’ cock and held it stationary so that he could tease the head. James was groaning and the ridges in the stiff dick seemed to pulse with a life of their own.

“You’re mine now, your Lordship. And I’ll be taking this as tribute now I have you at my mercy!” Billy teased the head with his tongue and sensually caressed the shaft with his lips, tasting and mouthing the magnificent cock. He took his time, savoring the heady scent of James’ crotch and the veiny tracts of the dick on his tongue and lips. He lavished attention it, enjoying his power to tune the moans that came from James.

Then he snapped into the role he knew James wanted him to play. He secured James’ ankles with the rope and looped it round the bedposts into a pulley.

“Up you come, your Lordship,” he said as he hoisted up James’ muscular thighs, adjusting the ropes to spread him out just to the point where his swollen hole was openly on display. “Let’s see how you like this!”

The glimpse of his own semen leaking out of the well-fucked mancunt shot directly into Billy’s dick and he pulled it out. A huge grin split James’ face at the sight of it. Billy was hard already and a few strokes of his dick spread the copious fluid leaking from it over the shaft.

“My God, Billy,” James said, “that cock doesn’t let up. But I think I’m ready to justice to it again.”

Billy was on to him. He knew that his deep love for James would always have to control the difference in their social status. And he was not in mood to obey any orders from the Earl of Comersby when he was tied down with his thick, muscular legs suspended helplessly in the air, leaving his ass cheeks invitingly separated.

“Maybe you are ready,” he said, “but let’s see how long you can last without it.”

He took James’ dick in his hand and ran his tongue across the slit. He teased the bulbous glans with his tongue and lips as James moaned helplessly and begged for his cock.

“You want my cock, your Earl-ship? That’s for me to decide.” He licked up and down the shaft breathing in the heady scent of their previous fucking overlaid with the sweat of James’ balls. His mind flicked back to the elaborate breakfast that morning. This was so much more sumptuous. He drew each full, taught ball into his mouth in turn and swirled his tongue round them while James moaned and cried above him.

Billy lifted his head and saw the dark, tempting cleft of James’ ass, its hair wet with the earlier fucking and his own saliva. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait. He grabbed both James’ nuts in one hand and pulled hard, feeling his power concentrated in his fist.

“You still want my cock, you fucking beautiful bitch?”

“Yessss Billy, fuck me for God’s sake!” James was bucking and writhing in the ropes. “Put it in me, give it to me ... for fuck’s sake, Billy, don’t do this to me …” and Billy cut him off with a long, hard thrust deep into his bowels.

The punching dick was intense and James cried out with the quick flash of pain, but he kept his eyes fixed on Billy. The fuck in the carriage had been hot, but this was better as he gazed into his lover’s eyes. He strained and writhed against the ropes, powerless within them but knowing his own power to make Billy fuck him and recognizing now more than ever their intense mutual need for each other.

Billy rammed into him, enjoying the role play. “How do you like this, sir? Tied up by a working man like myself and moaning like a slut. Is this what you Lords get up to when no one’s looking?” But James had abandoned all pretense at Lordliness. He loved the feeling of Billy inside him, opening him up as the fat cock sunk into him to the furthest extent and his passage accepted every glorious inch.

Billy was in his element. The sight the Earl of Comersby bound helplessly before him, all his sinews taught and straining in the ropes was magnificent, as James’ cock twitched in bounced with a life of its own. Billy grasped James’ calves to spread him as wide as possible, and he felt the muscles working beneath the skin. It was easy to open James up after the earlier fuck. He quickened his strokes, ramming into James and enjoying the freedom to do whatever he wanted. His full balls slapped loudly against James’ stretched-out ass cheeks and gave a rhythm to his grunts of satisfaction. He looked down at his dick, slick with precum and his earlier deposit of seed, as it was sliding easily and out of James’ delicious hole.

Billy wanted to take everything. He ran his nails down the broad, furry chest to pinch James’ nipples and looked into his eyes for the reaction. James was overloaded with pleasure and kept shouting for Billy to keep going and to finish him off at the same time. Billy laughed as James’ bound wrists strained hopelessly in the direction of his own dick.

“I’ll take charge of that, sir!” Billy’s hand curled round the thick cock that was pointing to the ceiling. The feeling of the living dick in his hand, controlling the sexual center of his man, was too much for Billy and he felt a powerful tremor start in his tightening balls.

James felt it too. “Let me see it, Billy, show me your seed!”

And now it was Billy’s turn to obey. He pulled his cock out of James just in time to shoot spurt after spurt over his torso, grunting and shouting with explosive joy until at last he was empty.

For a moment they were both still, caught in admiration of Billy’s huge load. But James wanted to join him there. His cock was jumping of its own accord like a fish out of water and Billy caught it in his hand and began to stroke.

“Help me, you fucker!” James was bucking his hips and his whole body jacked in the ropes in his desperation to come. Billy was magnanimous. He edged James to the very limit over and over until the Earl of Comersby summoned up the last dregs of his authority to gasp “let me come, Billy” and almost in the same moment convulsed in James’ hand, sending a thick load to merge with the globs of Billy’s cum on his chest.

Billy stirred the sticky mess around with his fingers, distributing it through the thick pelt on James’ chest. He loosed the ropes and brought James’ aching limbs down onto the bed. He kissed the red marks where James had struggled and against his bonds, and succumbed to the newly-free James, enveloping him in his arms. James wriggled out of the ropes and turned to face him. Their tongues met and they kissed long and deep, sighing with contentment.

James traced his fingers along Billy’s cock, still semi-hard after it had shot so much. “Well, Mr Highwayman, this thing certainly stood and delivered,” he murmured appreciatively.

Billy rolled his eyes. “I should punish you again for that!” he said. But then he was suddenly serious.  “Thank you for giving yourself to me.”

“You took me, Billy. You’ve always taken me.” He pulled Billy into him tightly. Drained, they slept in their own stink and in each others’ arms, the Lord and the stable-boy indistinguishable from one another.


****

The next day they set off for London. This time they were focused on their task to find Joseph, and they used the journey to run over together everything that Tommy had told them about him. It wasn’t long before they arrived at James’ London house. Servants bustled round them, but, for once, Billy didn’t notice the grand opulence of their surroundings. He was ready to move forward with their plan and James’ sensed Billy’s eagerness. He gave swift orders to George Jones to take care of their things, and they were soon ready to set off on their mission.

Billy knew that Captain Hardwick, the Commander of his last ship before the war had ended, had been promoted to a senior position at the Admiralty. It had been nearly a year since Hardwick had shaken his hand and wished him well after the war, but Billy was sure that the Captain would remember the nights they had spent together in Hardwick’s narrow berth.

Arriving at the Admiralty, Billy felt that at last he and James were on equal terms. The grand architecture of Whitehall was obviously more James’ territory than Billy’s, and James announced himself to the officer at the door as “Sir James Ellis.” But it was Billy’s eyes that the officer met, and Billy ducked his head in a nod of recognition between two military men.

“I’m Lieutenant Cole, Sir. I’ll take you to Captain Hardwick now.” Lieutenant Cole was a handsome young man with cautious eyes. He escorted them up a long marble staircase. Billy recognized some of the portraits of admirals on the wall. He had served with one or two of them during the war. Despite the formal setting he was beginning to feel more comfortable.

Cole knocked discretely on the oak door to the office of Captain Hardwick and ushered them in. Hardwick was around fifty, a lean, elegant man, his face weathered by many years at sea. Although James had been announced, Hardwick’s eyes were on Billy. A flash of recognition that acknowledged their relationship crossed his face, quickly followed by a flicker of desire, and then another of fear. He stiffened and his eyes tracked the faces of his visitors.

Billy strode over to him and drew him into a fierce hug; but he felt the man tense and resistant. He drew back and saw that a white pallor had flooded Hardwick’s tanned face.

“What do you want, Cate? Why have you come here?” Hardwick’s voice was tight with fear and his voice trembled.

Billy stepped away indignant, feeling rejected by the man he had been so intimate with aboard H.M.S. Audacious. But immediately he felt James’ hand on his shoulder. Love and sex between men had had a license aboard ships in the war, but, with the war over, things were different now. Matters of reputation had reared their head, and James had recognized Hardwick’s fear of blackmail. Quickly, James stepped forward, smiling.

“Captain Hardwick! A great pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir. I understand that you have received some of the services that I presently enjoy from Billy here. What lucky men we both are!” He seized Hardwick’s hand and shook it vigorously.

Relief flooded Hardwick’s face and he gratefully returned James’ smile of greeting. “Gentlemen, you are both most welcome,” he said. “Please do sit. What can I do for you?”

They perched on an elegant sofa and Billy allowed James to speak first: “Well, Captain Hardwick, we’re here for your assistance. I have recently taken a young man into my employment and we are here today about a friend of his. We have reason to believe that this young man’s friend was, shall we say, rather suddenly recruited to the navy. I say ‘recruited’, but I think we both know the practice to which I refer.”

Hardwick bent his head in acknowledgement. “I do, Sir James. And I regret it. Any men who were ‘recruited’ in that manner to my ship were treated decently, I can at least assure you of that.”

Billy intervened here with a nod of agreement. Hardwick had been a firm but vigilant captain and his ship had made sure that no hand was pushed beyond his capabilities. He had had the respect of all the men. Any boys who had been pressed into the navy had been given as much leeway as a ship of war could accommodate.

“We are inquiring about a Joseph Criddle,” James explained. He would have been ‘recruited’, if we can continue to use that word, at Bristol, but I fear we don’t know what became of him.”

Hardwick listened carefully. “Well, if we can find him in the naval records, we may be able to tell you where and when he was discharged.” He rang a small silver bell, and Lieutenant Cole glided into the room. They conferred briefly, and Cole busied himself looking along the leather-bound ledgers that lined the walls of Hardwick’s office as James and Billy waited in apprehension.

Hardwick noticed their tension. “Cole will find him, if he is to be found,” he said, and soon he and the Lieutenant were bending their heads over the leger Cole had pulled down. Cole guided him to a particular page.

“Let me see …” Hardwick’s thumb traveled down the page. “Criddle … yes! Joseph Criddle … honorably discharged in Bristol … his last ship was Amelia … and look! Gentlemen, you’re in luck! Criddle performed with valor for Captain Irby against French. He was awarded a Navy pension. We can find his address!” Hardwick pointed out the entry to the lieutenant who disappeared for further research. Then he closed the ledger and looked up at them.

“The war was a bad time, gentlemen,” he said. “Many good men were lost. Perhaps we should have done more to save them.” He closed his eyes and Billy knew what he was seeing. The limbs shattered by cannon fire. The men who bled to death as the decks ran red with their blood. Hardwick had never spoken of this, but Billy had known aboard Audacious how badly he had felt it.

Hardwick sighed deeply. “I’ve missed you, Cate,” he said. There was a note of longing in his voice. He laid a hand on Billy’s arm. “I’ve missed the time we spent together.”

Billy remembered. He remembered the nights he had gone into the captain’s cabin without knocking and spread his strong body over his captain’s in the narrow berth. He remembered how Hardwick had stifled his moans in the pillow as Billy’s dick had plowed a way deep inside of him. He remembered the way that Hardwick’s submission to Billy would make it possible for him to command his crew in the morning. His cock stirred with the memories.

Now Hardwick moved closer to Billy and laid his hand on the front of his breeches.

“I’ve missed this.” He said. His long fingers sought the shape of Billy’s dick.

Billy stepped forward and with his forearm swept Hardwick’s desk free of all ledgers and charts. He reveled in the space to enjoy his captain once again, outside the narrow confines of the ship.

As James watched him, he felt the first, and now familiar, hardening of his cock at the display of Billy’s easy mastery. The way Billy shrugged off his coat and lightly assumed command. The way all the hierarchical niceties of the Navy fell away in the presence of the simple desire of men for each other.

Billy’s sexual command was natural and easy. With a gesture, he positioned Hardwick face down over the desk and the captain responded instinctively. Even on the ship, the naval hierarchy had always given way to Billy’s sexual authority. There were few men who had not dreamed of Billy’s cock, but the captain had always been able to command special privileges. Not because of rank, but because of a connection that he and Billy were now re-living.

Hardwick fumbled hurriedly with the buttons and yanked down his breeches to give Billy access and grasped the edges of the desk to steady himself for the familiar thrust. Billy’s cock stiffened as if it remembered on its own accord the sight of the captain’s naked buttocks with the dark valley running between them. He ran his finger down the cleft. Hardwick’s whole body was tense with the need to feel Billy inside him.

Billy pressed slowly against the pucker of the man’s opening and felt it relax, sucking his finger in. Hardwick’s buttocks were lean and muscular with hair dark around his anus.  

 Hardwick need more and he groaned, “Please, Cate, let me feel it!”

“Aye, aye, sir!” Billy responded, and Hardwick’s groan turned into a gasp as the swollen head of the cock pushed into him. Billy paused for a second, but even that was too long for Hardwick who was now begging for cock. Billy obliged his captain. He sank his full nine inches into the willing hole, breaking through his inner rings as if they were nothing. Hardwick shouted once with the pain and then the tension left his body as Billy got into the fuck. His fingers gripped the edges of the desk as thrust after thrust buffeted his entire body. His tight hole clung to Billy’s dick as if it didn’t want to let go.

Billy rode Hardwick hard, knowing without words what the man needed. Hardwick’s shirt was drenched with sweat and clinging to his back. Billy reached down and tore it off from collar to hem. A livid scar ran around the captain’s shoulder blade and down to his bicep.

 Billy’s memory flashed back to a naval battle off the Spanish coast at Cadiz. They had taken the French ship but at a terrible cost. Soon after Hardwick had given the command to engage, a canon shot from the French ship had splintered the sides of the ship and driven a shard straight into the chest of the young midshipman at Hardwick’s side. As the captain bent over the dying boy, a second cannonade sent another splinter into his own shoulder. He had given orders for it to remain lodged in his body for the battle, at the risk of his own life, to delay the bleeding.

Later that night, when the doctor had treated the wound, Billy had come to Hardwick. Words had not been spoken, but Billy understood that the pain of losing the midshipman was far worse to Hardwick than the pain in his shoulder. That night he had simply lain with his captain, holding him fast. Now he knew that Hardwick wanted something else. He laid his hand on the scar and redoubled the force of the fuck. Hardwick’s ass was tight on Billy’s dick, and the friction was delicious. He grasped the captain’s hips and pounded over and over into him.

At first James was content to watch, revelling in Billy’s sexual command of the man who had been his captain. He pulled out his own swelling cock and stroked himself in time to Billy’s thrusts. He took great pleasure in watching his man at work in another man’s ass. Billy’s engorged dick and his strong, determined fucking were things of beauty. But also, the knowledge that that thick cock was his to command aroused James even more. He felt his own breath marking time with Billy’s thrusts.

James’ attention was fixed on his man’s performance, but gradually he noticed Hardwick’s eye directed at his groin with a hungry look in it. He took a step forward.

“Wait!” Billy was controlling the scene, wanting to give James as much pleasure as he could. He pulled Hardwick to his feet, spun him round and pushed him back onto the desk on his back with his head hanging down over the edge of the desk. He pulled up his captain’s legs and pushed back in at the same moment that James’ cock went down Hardwick’s throat.

The captain greedily gulped down James’ dick, drooling and gagging as he slurped and choked on the big cock. The difficulty of taking such a monster in his throat seemed to arouse him even more. James held back for a moment, but Billy understood the deep wells of submission that drove Hardwick. He timed his own trusts to push James’ cock deeper down Hardwick’s throat.

“Give it to him, James. All the way down. He wants it bad!”

Hardwick stretched back his neck to open his throat for James. Billy stared down in awe as his man’s giant member disappeared into Hardwick’s face. Even as the captain gagged, he craned his head forward for more of James’ cock.

James pulled out for a moment to let the captain gulp down some air. Hardwick’s eyes caught Billy’s and he smiled in gratitude and relief. It changed the tempo of their fuck.

Billy knew that his captain had laid some demons to rest. He slowed his thrusts down to long, slow strokes and leaned over Hardwick’s chest to meet James in a sensual kiss. As their big bodies towered over Hardwick’s more slender frame, the kiss sent Billy over the edge and he shot deep into Hardwick’s ass.

But Billy wanted wasn’t done. “Want to take over? I need my cock cleaned

James took up Billy’s position between Hardwick’s legs and slid his dick easily into the captain’s well lubricated hole. As Hardwick tenderly licked Billy’s still-hard member, Billy watched with pride the way the Earl of Comersby knew how to fuck a willing and eager ass. He had known that James had generally been the one to put the young men who worked on his estate on their backs, or bend them over a hay bale. But since Billy had arrived at Comersby, James had happily surrendered his ass to the marine, and his skilled mancunt had drawn out every inch of Billy’s cock and every ounce of his seed.

Now Hardwick moaned with the pleasure of a second cock working its way deep inside him and Billy admired the girth of it as it Hardwick’s hole stretched to accommodate it. He moved round to get a closer view, and stroked the captain’s cock to draw him towards his own climax. Hardwick’s eyes were shut. Billy knew he was somewhere else, but he was pretty sure that it wasn’t the decks of Amelia any more. Then his eyes opened again and looked straight into Billy’s as his cock shuddered in Billy’s hand and spewed out over his stomach.

Only James was left. “Come on, Sir James, don’t let the side down!” Billy joked, “It’s about time that monster of yours had a proper work-out!” He reached down to weigh James’ heavy balls in his hand. “Christ, man, these bollocks are going to explode if you don’t do something about it soon!”

James accepted the challenge although the feeling of Billy gripping his balls assisted him. With a shout he pulled out of Hardwick’s ass as his cock spasmed and shot wildly over Hardwick, catching Billy as it sprayed all around. Billy licked his cum-splattered hand appreciatively, and kissed James to transfer the taste of his manhood into his own mouth.

Hardwick groggily pushed himself up off the desk and onto his feet.  He left James and Billy to their embraces and rang a small silver bell. The lieutenant immediately entered the room. As if by intuition, he had brought a jug of hot water, and a bowl with three towels. He glided out of the room but was soon back with a clean shirt for Captain Hardwick, which he set down beside him as if nothing had happened.

The three of them cleaned up and restored as much normality as they could. Billy, slipping back into Naval hierarchy, thanked his Captain for the information about Joseph.

Lieutenant Cole showed them out of the office and down the staircase. As soon as they were out of earshot, he spoke to them seriously: “Sir James, the address of your new employee’s friend is on the estate of Sir Henry Addington.” He paused, looking for a reaction.

Billy looked at James, who frowned and said: “We haven’t crossed paths, though I know something of his reputation.”

Cole laid a hand on James’ arm. His tone was formal but insistent. “Sir Henry is at Bath for the season, sir. There will be a masked ball tomorrow. I understand he will attend, and he tends to be … well, sirs, he is likely to be accompanied by a number of attendants.  I hope you will find who you are looking for among them.”

James thanked him and they moved towards the door, but Cole detained them for one more thing.

“Thank you, sirs. He needed that. I haven’t been able to give him …”

Billy instantly understood Cole was talking about, and cut in: “Take care of him, Lieutenant Cole.”

“I will. I think he’ll be all right now.” Cole nodded and glided back up the staircase to his captain.

Billy and James took the short walk back to Sir James’ London residence. Billy’s mood was buoyant after the visit. He was happy with their success at tracking down Joey. But even better was that the glorious fuck he had shared with James over the Admiralty desk had exorcised some of the ghosts of Captain Hardwick.

But James was unsettled. He was happy to be on the track of Joseph. But his suspicions of Joseph’s new employer cast a cloud over his mood. Tomorrow would put them to the test.

by Patrick Law

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