Look Before You Leap
by Jason Land
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I hesitated for a moment before giving this story the title: “Look Before You Leap,” as the words have such a negative connotation subsequently attached to them. However, as the hero of this story, Nathaniel Legge was pushed by his younger brother, Edward into leaping before he looked, an act, which had totally, unexpected consequences, which were to change their lives completely, but from which they were both ultimately to emerge victorious, I decided to let the title stand.
The dramatic life-changing events for Nathaniel and Edward Legge related in this story had their genesis on the somewhat fatidic date, Friday the 13th of November 1795. Superstitious readers can make of this what they will; however, I know what I think.
This story is set between 1795 and 1815 when Britain was engaged in the sporadic Napoleonic Wars against the French, leading up the naval Battle of the battle of the Nile, in 1798 and the battle of Trafalgar in 1805, the most famous battle ever fought by the British Fleet, which, under the brilliant leadership of Admiral Lord Nelson, demolished a combination of both the French and the Spanish fleets. Napoleon was still to be finally defeated in 1815 at the land Battle of Waterloo, today a suburb of Brussels.
Although most of the action takes place during the twilight of the eighteenth century and first two decades of the nineteenth, this story was written in 2023, in today’s words to describe sex and corporal punishment, which both figure largely in the story. The use slang words, dick and cock, used vulgarly to mean a man’s penis, date back many centuries. However, the word, gay, which originally had nothing at all to do with homosexuality has usurped its original meaning and is used exclusively today to describe a male homosexual,, only since the mid-1950s. Its common usage today post-dates this story by over 200 years; nevertheless, it is used throughout this story, in its modern meaning to signify male homosexuality.
The verb “to fuck”, the spoken use of which dates back many centuries, has never found a place in polite English conversation. It is used throughout this story in its original meaning, which is “to copulate.” The word, and its derivatives, which are used all too much, in modern spoken English, have become debased and practically meaningless, as exemplified in the following phrases: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” or “He is a fucking idiot.” Their use in such cases is gratuitous; it adds nothing to the meaning of what the person who is using it is saying. Such expressions are not used in this story.
Now to the story..
CHAPTER 1
Nathaniel Henry Anthony Legge: Viscount Legge, to give him his courtesy title, was the elder, by barely a year, of the two sons, the only children of the 7th Marquess of Rutland. As such he was heir apparent to the title and, on the death of their father, would become the 8th Marquess of Rutland, inheriting the entire family fortune, which was then vast, together with the family estate on the outskirts of Oakham. The real estate consisted of the ancestral home, Legge Court, a large, Elizabethan house set in 5000 acres of carefully tended parkland, near Oakham, the county town of Rutland, together with Rutland House in Mayfair, London.
Nathaniel’s younger brother, Edward Alexander Charles Legge, known by the courtesy title of Lord Edward Legge, did not get on too well with his brother, Nathaniel, of whom he was basically jealous of the fact that Nathaniel would inherit the title and the estate, real and financial, on their father’s death, whilst he, the younger brother, would get nothing at all. He was a commoner like the vast majority of ordinary people, and, as such, he would so remain for the rest of his life. He was and never would be a lord, in spite of his courtesy title, unless, for some reason, ennobled and given a title, in his own right, by the King.
In term of character, the two brothers, both as handsome as sin, could not have more different. Nathaniel, now going on 18 years of age, was introverted and uncertain of his sexual orientation. He still could not decide in his own mind whether he was a gay-in-waiting: a man more drawn to other men than to members of the opposite sex. Sexually, Nathaniel remained a total virgin, tussling, as he permanently did, with his own sexual identity, whilst his brother Edward, one year younger, was already a lascivious libertine in the making. Edward, aged 17, he was already an accomplished philanderer, who had rendered pregnant, with his oversized, overactive cock, not one, but two, 16-year-old maids in the Legge household.
Strangely enough, it was this difference in the sexual attitude towards life, which was to resolve the differences between the two brothers and to bring them closer together and finally make them close friends. Jealousy can be a two-way street; whereas Edward felt jealous of Nathaniel, who, through no fault of his own, by an accident of birth, was heir apparent to the Legge family title and fortune, Nathaniel felt jealous of Edward, who was the darling baby of the family; or so it seemed to him. Edward was called by his nickname, Eddie by other members the family and it annoyed the hell out of Nathaniel to be addressed always by his full name and not by some endearing diminutive.
One thing, which had always united the brothers, was adversity. They were always there to comfort each other, when as was often the case, their father, the Marquess, who, sad to say, had a strong sadistic streak in him and was never slow to correct either son with the cane, which he brought down with force, on the bare buttocks of the unlucky culprit of the moment. The rattan cane, which the marquess always used on bare backside of his two sons, whenever he corrected them – an all too frequent occurrence, as, if detected, he never let the slightest indiscretion go unpunished – had originally been imported into England from India. During the 19th century it was replaced by a superior, denser product, known as the Molucca cane, from Indonesia, of which the finest dragon quality had long internodal length and was capable of delivering exquisitely, excruciating pain to the buttocks of the recipient.
CHAPTER 2
The be all and end all, that nec plus ultra, that most painful and worst of any beating ever, was visited by the marquess on the bare backside of his younger son, when he learned one Christmas that the lad’s excessive, sexual philandering, during one long weekend of the half-term holiday from Winchester, the preceding Easter, had landed him with the prospect of two illegitimate grandchildren, by two different 16 year old young girls, both of whom were in his employ as house maids. Neither of them had been able to resist the undoubted charms of the luscious, sexually attractive young Edward.
The summons for Edward to visit his father’s study came via the butler, Hargreaves, who, with a face as long as fiddle, solemnly gave Edward the message that the Master wished to see him immediately in his study. The two brothers were together when the butler gave Edward the message. Edward looked uneasily at Nathaniel, as both of them knew what the message implied. Both of them only ever entered their father’s study by invitation, or rather, when ordered by him to do so; an order, which presaged only one thing: a bare-arse beating. And as both boys knew, from past experience, how hard their father could lay on the cane, it is not, therefore, surprising that after Edward received the news, an expression of fear spread across his face.
Edward had no idea why he had been summoned to see his father. He himself did not know that in over-exercising his ever-ready, more-than-generous, sexual endowment on not just one, but two different girls, on two successive evenings, he had rendered them both pregnant. Equally, he had no idea that this father had, somehow, discovered his indiscretions and was seething with rage at his younger son’s sexual philandering.
Had Edward known the foregoing facts, he would been shitting proverbial bricks, before he knocked on the door of his father’s study and entered. The fact that a forty-inch-long, straight-handled, dragon cane was lying on the desk, said it all; he was to be beaten for some, as yet, unknown reason. As it was, he had had to wait until he was standing in front of his father, who was sitting at his desk, before he had learned of the enormous mess, in which a combination his youthful sexual exuberance and his inability to control his ever-ready, over-eager, cannon of a cock, had landed him.
His father did not spare Edward from harsh words, as he upbraided him for what he diplomatically called his irresponsible behavior. He refrained from using the word disgusting to describe what his son had done, for he himself was not averse, from time to time, to departing from his marriage vows and succumbing to the allures of a younger woman. So, exercising considerable forbearance for his son’s over active sex-life, he refrained from the kettle, himself calling the pot, Edward, black. However, he gave his son a severe verbal going over, before he came to the question of Edward’s retribution for his acts. In many ways he admired his younger son for being a full-blooded male, not afraid of exercising his obvious burgeoning sexuality on any young female who would accept his advances. But he reproached his son for having sown his wild oats so profusely in the confines of the family home, for which he must now do penance.
In fact, on each occasion, which had occurred on two successive evenings, each time a different maid servant, Edward had been so sexually aroused by both girls, each of whom had welcomed him with open arms, that he had not given one iota of thought to the potential consequences of his actions. Add to this that he had rushed in, where angels feared to tread and that he knew nothing at all about birth control, which, in the late eighteenth century, was primitive by today’s standards, but about which there was, nevertheless, a considerable body of knowledge of means to avoid pregnancy outside of marriage.
The thing that rankled with the marquess the most, was the fact that he would be left carrying the financial burden of caring for his first two, albeit, illegitimate grandchildren, of whom he hoped that there would be no more. He already saw his younger son as a born philanderer, off whose back the water of disgrace flowed as if he were a duck.
“You do realize, Edward what you have done; you have fathered, aged only 16, what will be my first, and I hope, will also my last, not one, but two, illegitimate grandchildren, without any thought of what your selfish your actions of self-gratification mean for the two girls in question. For this wanton act, I should be shirking my duty towards you as a father, if I allowed you to escape without some form of severe retribution. I, therefore, now to propose now to beat you, in the faint hope that the considerable pain I am about to inflict upon you, will make you see that you must reform your lax, sexual attitude towards women. You cannot, Edward, always give way, as you have just done, to your desire for self-gratification, without considering the consequences. This is not the first time, nor, I regret to say, will it probably be the last, that I am forced to beat you for your selfish, sexual actions.”
“However, on this occasion, given the extreme seriousness of the consequences of your actions, I propose to make you suffer the absolute maximum retribution, in the form of severe pain. You have only yourself to thank for the beating I am about to give you, which, thanks to my latest acquisition, the dragon cane, which you see lying before you on my desk, will be far more painful than you ever imagined possible. You have been eyeing the cane, of which I now intend to show you its pain-delivering power, by a practical demonstration on your bare buttocks. I do not have to tell you, Edward that the moment has now arrived, when you must face up to the painful retribution your actions. Take off your trousers, boy, and present your bare buttocks to me, by being over bending over the back of that chair over there.”
Nathaniel, as a gesture of solidarity, which, in spite of their differences, the two brothers always extended to each other in times like the present, when their father was on the warpath against one of them, had accompanied Edward as far as the door of their father’s study. During the next, almost, half-hour, for that is the time it took their father to harangue his younger son about his outrageous behaviour, Nathaniel waited, his ear glued to the study door, attempting to hear what was being said within, All he could hear was their father’s angry voice, as he verbally hauled Edward seriously over the coals. Then, there were a few moments of silence, after which, Nathaniel heard the inimitable crack of a cane mating with naked flesh of his brother’s arse.
Nathaniel counted twelve strokes of the cane, par for the course whenever their father had beaten either of his two sons, as he had frequently done in the past. However, this time, after a brief pause Nathaniel, to his utter horror, heard the cane continue to impart its venomously painful message to his brother’s arse, a further twelve times: a total of 24 swingeing cuts in all! Nathaniel could hardly believe his ears, at what he had just heard across the closed door. Whatever his brother had done, it must have been very serious to justify the mother of all thrashings that he had just received.
Nathaniel’s heart automatically went out in sympathy to Edward, for whatever he had done, the beating he had just received had been, by any standards, excessively severe. Strangely enough, it was this incident, which was to bring the two brothers closer together they had ever been in the past; to reconcile their differences and to become the closest of brotherly friends.
Nathaniel had still to wait another ten minutes until his woebegone, more-than-well-beaten brother emerged tearfully from their father’s study and limped gratefully into Nathaniel’s outstretched arms. The brothers had always been there to comfort each other in moments of severe adversity, such as this. However, this time, their mutual emotion transcended all their previous differences, as Nathaniel felt so sorry for Edward. He took him in his arms and gave him a hug, something he had never done before. That hug was to be the turning point in their relationship, which turned from one of Edward’s jealousy of Nathaniel for being the first born and, therefore, heir apparent to their father’s title and the family estate, into one of true brotherly love.
CHAPTER 3
Since their earliest childhood days, the two brothers had always shared a large bedroom together, to which Nathaniel now led a limp and utterly. wrung-out Edward. Nathaniel helped Edward shed his clothes – there was no embarrassment, as, since their earliest childhood the two brothers were used to seeing each other naked– and he wanted to see the damage their father had done to his brother’s arse. To say he was appalled by what had happened to Edward, was to say the very least. The noble marquess had been so incensed at Edward’s behaviour, that he had allowed the sadistic streak, which he unfortunately possessed, to rule his head; and. as the saying has it, he had thrashed Edward within an inch of his life.
There was neither rhyme nor reason to the extreme way the marquess had attacked his son’s bare arse – and what he had done to Edward was truly an attack – for he had laid on the 24 cuts of the dragon cane indiscriminately. From the bottom of his back to the top of his legs, Edward’s arse was crisscrossed with cuts of the cane, which, by this time, were all turning blue-black from the original, livid, red colour left immediately where the cane had struck. Quite a number of them were oozing blood, where cane had broken the skin. It was not the first time that Nathaniel was viewing the results of his father’s handiwork on his brother’s arse; but, never before had he seen anything remotely as bad as this.
Nathaniel, still unaware of the reason why Edward had been beaten so thoroughly, promptly rang for a man-servant, who quickly brought him some warm water from the kitchen, with which he was able to begin to clean up his brother’s wounded arse. It did not escape Nathaniel’s keen eye to see the servant take a glance at Edward’s bare arse, which, as he was lying flat on the bed on his stomach, was on full view to anyone who entered the bedroom, and then, as he left, look, with a knowing smile, directly at Nathaniel. Nathaniel suddenly realised that he was possibly the only person in the household, who was not aware of the reason for Edward’s beating.
But first things first; Nathaniel knew that he must immediately tend to his brother’s wounded backside, to relieve him of as much pain as possible, in an attempt to palliate his misery; a tall order in view of the parlous of Edward’s arse. He winced with pain, at each gentle touch, as Nathaniel did his best to clean up his brother’s wounds. Even worse for Edward was when Nathaniel applied some soothing ointment, which the brothers had obtained from the local apothecary and which they always kept in their bedroom for use in case either of them had been beaten; an all too frequent occurrence, given the Marquess’s sadistic streak and his love of using the cane on his two sons to correct them for even the slightest of misdemeanours.
That night, when they were both in bed, Edward told Nathaniel the reason for his beating. Nathaniel, listening to his brother, felt a tinge of jealous admiration for his brother’s hyperactive sex life and wished he was more like him. Both brothers realised that due to the excessive beating Edward had just received, they had entered into a closer, bonded relationship with each other, than they had ever had earlier. Edward’s jealousy of his brother, at being the heir to their father’s title and estate, had completely vanished and he knew that, henceforth, they would be close friends. It was this realisation that now impelled Nathaniel to pour out his heart to his brother. So far, he had kept secret, his own uncertainty about his sexuality; but now he divulged, chapter and verse, his innermost secret doubts to his brother.
It took considerable courage for Nathaniel to admit to his highly sexually experienced, younger brother that he was still a virgin, who had never had sex with anyone, male or female included. “You see, Edward,” he said, “I am certainly sexually attracted to some young men I see, as much as I am attracted members of the opposite sex. So, you see my dilemma, Edward; I do not know whether I am gay or what most people consider as normal.”
“You might, in fact, be both simultaneously.” Edward replied unhelpfully, thereby adding fuel to the fire of uncertainty already raging in Nathaniel’s head. “I gather some men are what is known bisexual. However, I think I have a solution to your problem, which we will put into action, once we’re back at school in Winchester and far away from this place. I have always thought of Legge Court, Oakham, as my home, until our father, by his actions earlier today, has just turned it into a hell-hole for me., Whether you agree with me or not, I think, or rather, I now know, in the light of my experience today that our father is a sadist at heart. Birchings on the bare at Winchester, a frequent occurrence, though very painful, fade into the insignificance of a flea-bite, when compared to what our father did to me today. To me he has, by his actions today, become a mythical monster incarnate; he is truly a sadist.”
“In view of my own not insignificant experience, I think that your age, you should be taking the first opportunity which comes along, to lose your virginity by fucking some nubile, young female, as I did myself. And if you are any doubt, I can tell you that since I was bitten by the sex bug, fucking a woman gives me infinite pleasure every time I do it, which is as often as I have the opportunity. Fucking females is my favourite pastime: which never fails to please me enormously, however often I do it. And I can tell you that once you have enjoyed the sheer pleasure of reaching orgasm by fucking a woman, you will ask yourself why you have waited so long, jerking yourself off alone, as I know you do.”
Waxing lyrical, as the great philanderer that he was destined to become, Edward warmed the subject nearest to his heart and continued: “In my view, you are just too timid to profit from the young, attractive females out there, of which, believe me, there are plenty just waiting for a young, aristocratic stud like you to come along and fulfill their wildest erotic dreams. Let me explain to you, once and for all, how I propose to help you resolve your sexual wanderings in, what, for you, has become a never-ending Odessey in the desert.”
“I will arrange for you to lose hour virginity with an attractive young, sexually experienced female, Rose by name, who specializes in introducing young gentlemen like you, to the joys of sex. I guarantee that after having lost your virginity to her, and having had your first orgasm with your cock deep inside of a woman, you will never look back. You will appreciate how much better it is to satisfy your cock’s desire to fulfill its God-given destiny, together with a woman than is masturbating alone.”
“Gone will be your doubts about your sexuality. Gone too, will be your lonely sessions of solitary masturbation with your five-fingered lover. Once you see that the orgasm you experience in having sex with a woman is infinitely more intense and pleasurable than that which you induce by jerking yourself off, as you now do, you will realise that you are just like the vast majority of men, including me; completely normal and programmed from birth to have sex with females.”
Nathaniel listened to his brother’s passionate argument that he was just the same as other men, and that his doubts about his sexuality could be resolved by just one visit to Rose. He remained unconvinced that his mental problems could be resolved by one visit to, the prostitute, Rose, however good she was. At least it would provide him with the reality of his first physical contact ever with another living human being of either sex; he would know whether he liked, or not, having sex with a woman. But he could not rid himself of the nagging thought, ever present, at the back of his mind; that he ultimately was drawn to men rather than to women and that his sexual destiny was as a homosexual, with all that that implied legally. However, he was sufficient of a realist to know that he could not walk away from his own shadow.
The role model for Edward, the younger of the two brothers, shows a cocksure – pun intended – young man with his magnificent, over-sized cannon erect and ready for firing. It is not surprising, given the combination of the physical attributes of handsome youth and a cock to die for, that Edward had no trouble in seducing and satisfying the desire of any woman he wanted; and it to be said that, as a lot of women wanted him on first-sight; he had no trouble in satisfying his voracious sexual appetite, which, even at the age of 17, with all the impetuosity of youth, he indulged to excess.
Contrast this with this with the role model for Nathaniel, who was at least as handsome as Edward, and equally sexually well-endowed. However, due to his own uncertainty about his ultimate sexuality, he was less willing to vaunt his sexual weapon, to all and sundry, in the way that Edward did.
CHAPTER 4
The events described above had taken place on Easter Monday when the two boys were at home in Oakham. It had been in the preceding summer that Edward, with his hyperactive, ever-ready cock had rendered pregnant two of the many, nubile, young maid servants of the Legge household. How the marquess had come to hear of his younger son’s indiscriminate sexual philandering, Edward was never able to find out. The only good thing to come out of Edward’s sexual excess was that because the over-the-top caning that he had received from his father, he had set aside completely his jealousy towards his elder brother and he had become Nathaniel’s closest friend, his mentor and father confessor in all matters sexual; a quite remarkable role for a younger brother, who himself was only 17 at the time.
Nathaniel had poured his heart out to Edward, about his uncertainty as to his own sexuality, Edward to remedy Nathaniel’s dilemma suggested that he should visit an experienced prostitute, named Rose. Rose, he assured Nathaniel, would show him the ropes, after which he would realise that he was regular heterosexual man and see what he had been missing, masturbating alone. It had never crossed Edward’s mind that his brother just might be gay, even though Nathaniel had clearly told him of his doubts about his own sexuality. Partly due to Nathaniel’s reticence in all matters sexual and partly due to fact that it took Edward several weeks to arrange an assignment with Rose, who plied her trade in the naval town of Portsmouth, some 28 miles from Winchester: a formidable distance, when then such a journey took virtually a full day by stage-coach and included a stop to change horses in Southampton.
Edward’s plan was that his brother should play truant from school, and, one Friday, take the daily stage-coach from Winchester to Portsmouth. Edwards thesis was that Nathaniel would then spend the night with Rose and emerge, next morning, a changed man: a full-blooded heterosexual, young stud, ready to satisfy the plethora of young females, who, according to Edward, were waiting to fling themselves at him.. He would then take the coach back to Winchester, where his absence from class would have been noted and he would face a birching from the Headmaster. Edward had emphasised to Nathaniel that a painfully sore arse was a small price to pay, for he would have liberated himself from his doubts about his sexuality and would be ready to enjoy his sex-life, as should every young man of his age.
But the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, as Robert Burns had said in his then recent poem, To a Mouse, published in 1786. So, readers of this story must make what they will of the fact that on Friday 13th of April 1792 – Friday the thirteenth: a fatidic day – Nathaniel set out from Winchester to Portsmouth, on what was to prove, for both brothers, a life-changing journey, which had ostensibly begun as a quest for Nathaniel to lose his virginity in the arms of a prostitute, named Rose. He was never to reach Rose, for the strong arm of the law put paid to his sexual aspirations; both brothers had been unaware the then law of impressment. Nathaniel had not looked sufficiently before he had leapt..
Impressment was the legal, forced recruitment of men and boys to serve in the Royal Navy or Army. Once taken by what was known as a press-gang, the unfortunate victim had no legal recourse open to him to protest against his forced recruitment, by statute, into the armed services of the country. He was therefore obliged to accustom himself to being a sailor or a soldier. The legal minimum age for impressment was 18. However, it was often ignored by the press-gangs from Royal Navy ships, especially if they were searching for potential powder-monkeys to bring gun-powder, from the magazine in the hold of the ship to the cannons on the gun-decks, in times of battlle. The preferred age for powder-monkeys was between twelve and fourteen years, in view of their size and nimbleness.
The stage-coach from Winchester arrived in Portsmouth in the afternoon of Friday 13th April 1792, depositing Nathaniel at the coaching inn in the centre of Portsmouth. As he was tentatively making his way to the quayside brothel, where Rose would work her magic on him, his heart was already pounding at the thought of what he what he was about to do for the first time. However, he was never to exercise his cock on the prostitute, Rose, as before he got to the brothel, he was set upon by a press-gang, who was rounding up the flotsam and jetsam of ragamuffin boys, ever present on the streets of most British seaports, who would be forced to become powder-monkeys on board British warships. Together there were about a dozen boys, all younger than Nathaniel, who were man-handled by the press-gang into a long boat tied up alongside the quay, where they forced to row themselves, two boys to an oar, towards a huge warship. anchored a little distance away in the sound, on which they were to be forced initially to serve in his Majesty’s Royal Navy as powder monkeys.
As they pulled alongside, Nathaniel noticed that the ship was named Venus and had two gun decks below the main deck, onto which they were now forced to climb via a rope rigging, which was hanging over the side of the ship, Nathaniel, aged seventeen, older than his companions, cut a lone figure among his companions; dressed as he was, in his expensive school clothes, among a group of boys who were clothed in what could best be described as dirty rags. Arriving on the main deck of the ship, they were greeted by the chilling sight of two boys, totally naked, each strapped over a cannon, watched over by two muscular sailors, stripped to the waist. The sailors, obviously proud of their well-muscled physiques, were each brandishing a long flexible cane.
The purpose of this dramatically pre-arranged, quasi-theatrical scene was made abundantly clear by the arrival of the Captain of the Venus; one William Hard, by name, then 45 years of age, who, as was shortly be demonstrated, had a character onomatopoeic with his name; he was Hard both by name and hard by nature. The Captain, dressed in full uniform of the Royal Navy, cut an impressive figure of a lean, muscular, cleanshaven, man, who concealed the fact that he was as bald as a coot by wearing a powdered wig, which, by 1790, had already become increasingly rare. He was by nature, as would shortly be revealed to his captive audience, a mean faced, sadistic monster, who was, by far, not so nice as he looked; a fact that was soon to be made evident to the young, new lads, who all stood, trembling with fear before him; frightenedly wondering what was about to happen to them. The Captain had watched the arrival of the new recruits from the poop-deck, located in the stern of the ship, from which he now descended to supervise what amounted to an intimidatingly, cowing reception of the new recruits.
The Captain addressed the lads under his gaze, which left no doubt in their minds as to where they stood: “The Venus is a ship of war, on which you should proud to serve as powder-monkeys, bringing gunpowder to the cannons on the gun decks, whenever she is engaged in battle. When, in comparative peace, as we now are, you will occupy your time in keeping the ship properly clean. You will obey any order given to you by me or any of my senior officers, immediately and without question, Even at the slightest disobedience, you too will find yourselves strapped naked over a cannon, waiting to have your pretty, bare arses caned, like the two lads you now see before you, which allow me to assure you, is an excruciatingly painful experience best to be avoided. Your future lies in your own hands; obey the rules and you will not be punished. The two crew members you see before you, awaiting punishment, are both powder-monkeys, whom a petty-officer found smoking whilst on duty. They are now about to be thoroughly caned for having broken one of the cardinal rules of this ship.”
Turning now to address the two sailors, who were about to carry out the canings, he said to them: “If you two men value your own backs, I advise both of you both not to hold back in beating the two boys in front of you. If I detect either of you holding back out of sympathy for the boys, whom you are about to beat, I will not hesitate to have both of you flogged with the cat, in front of the entire ship’s company. And, as you know, from past experience, I am man of my word; so, the future condition of the state of your backs lies with you. You will now discharge your punishment duties by giving each of the powder-monkeys strapped across the cannons, 24 strokes of the cane across his bare arse. For the last time, I repeat my warning; if you value your backs, do not hold back on a single stroke.”
As the two young sailors took up their positions, facing one another across the two cannons, Nathaniel suddenly became aware of the fact that, for the first time ever, he was about to witness someone – in effect, two boys, both somewhat younger than himself – being caned; a new experience for him. Nathaniel was no stranger to corporal punishment himself. In spite of the perpetual turmoil concerning his sexuality, raging in his head, in all other respects, he was perfectly normal schoolboy; he had been neither particularly obedient nor disobedient, but, in the past, had often got, like most of his schoolfellows at Winchester, into numerous schoolboy scrapes, for which he had been duly birched, both by the Headmaster and his housemaster.
On numerous occasions, when at home in Oakham, Nathaniel had heard, across the closed door of his father’s study, his father thrashing his brother Edward. But he had never actually seen his younger brother being beaten. The Marquess of Rutland and the powers that be, at Winchester School, were all obviously great believers in that oft-quoted aphorism: spare the rod and spoil the boy.
But now, for the first time, Nathaniel was about to see. for the first time, the cane in action. Then at leisurely pace, with amazing synchronisation between the two sailors wielding the canes, the first twelve, venomously painful strokes were delivered in parallel cuts, from the small of each lad’s back to the top of his legs. The two sailors had clearly taken to heart the Captain’s warning about their backs and laid on the strokes with such force that they broke the skin on almost every stroke. As a result, they converted each lad’s buttocks into a bleeding, painful mess, which had to be seen to be believed.
Left to his own devices, Nathaniel would have stopped the punishment there and then. But, as he was to learn in the coming weeks, severe, over-the-top beatings were par for the Captain’s course; and the remaining twelve strokes were delivered in the form of crossing diagonals, leaving each lad with an arse in a parlous, almost unimaginably painful, bleeding state. In the coming weeks, Nathaniel was to see that the Captain ruled the Venus with an, inflexible, figurative rod-of-iron. With a crew approaching 600 men, bare-back floggings with the cat, in front of the whole ship’s company were a regular feature of life aboard the Venus.
The Captain had looked on while the two lads were being caned. Finally, it was all over. It had all been done with such perfect coordination that Nathaniel began to suspect that it the beatings had been arranged as an example to the new recruits. Certainly, the horrific demonstration had put the fear of God into everyone, Nathaniel included. However, he was not left long to develop his suspicions, for the Captain ordered the two lads to get up from over the cannons, which they did with some difficulty, in view of the agonisingly painful state of their arses. He ordered the two sailors to take the entire group below and show them their living quarters.
The Captain growled at Nathaniel: “Not you! You will come with me, as I have other things in mind for you. You would be wasted as a powder-monkey. for which you are already too old anyway. You, boy, will be my new cabin-boy. A shiver- producing chill swept through Nathaniel’s body at the thought of what this might imply.
Nathaniel followed the Captain into his cabin, which was quite spacious, as the Venus was a big ship. The navy did the Captain of the Venus proud, with respect to his living quarters. On first sight, as far as Nathaniel could see, he disposed of at least three rooms in the stern of the ship: a living room, into which they now entered, an adjacent dining room and a bedroom into which the Captain now led Nathaniel,, who had, never before, been on board a ship in his life, was, therefore, in his naivety, not surprised, to see bedroom equipped with a normal single bed with, at its foot, a palliasse, equipped with a rudimentary straw mattress, on which, as he was soon to learn, he was destined to sleep. The Captain’s bed was unusual on board a war-ship, where even the commissioned officers slept in bunks.
The Captain, who, as Nathaniel was shortly to discover, was a coarse, and somewhat indiscriminate man, with an enormous, sexual appetite, wasted no time in getting down to business, as he eyed Nathaniel with hungry, sexual eyes and told him to strip naked in front of him. At sea, surrounded exclusively male company, the Captain, who was a dyed in the wool homosexual, regularly importuned any young member of the crew, who took his fancy, in addition to his de rigueur, nightly sessions with his cabin]boy of the moment – none of them lasted very long, basically due to his cock. Any young man, on whom he set his sights do no other than to allow the Captain to have his way with him. Nathaniel was shortly to discover, to his initial dismay, which, in his case, was quickly to turn, in into delight, sex with the Captain was uniquely a one-way affair; he fucked, but never allowed his partner to fuck him. However, when in port and on dry land, the Captain was also he was a great frequenter of prostitutes.
The Captain was agreeably surprised by the apparent luscious sexuality and the size of the cock of his new cabin-boy, which for a 17 year-old lad was impressive. Of course, he had no idea that Nathaniel was a naïve virgin in all matters concerning sex and did not even know for certain, his own sexuality. The Captain motioned to Nathaniel to turn around to view his buttocks, which, in view of his intentions, were much more attractive to him. In view of the Captain’s one-way-street approach to sex, Nathaniel’s undeniably substantial cock would never know the pleasure of penetrating his master.
The Captain told Nathaniel to stand with his back to him, whilst he was shedding his own clothing; a quite laborious task, in view of the elaborate and cumbersome uniform of the times, which the Captain wore every day. He stood for a moment contemplating Nathaniel’s lusciously attractively buttocks, into which he was shortly to thrust his own already rock-hard, ramrod-like piece of man-meat, thereby, unknowingly, relieving Nathaniel of his anal virginity.
He advanced on his new cabin-boy, placed his hands on Nathaniel’s shoulders, spun him around, so that they were facing each other. Nathaniel gazed in amazement at the muscular, bald figure in front of him, who was destined, at least for the foreseeable future, to be his lord and master. The Captain, dressed in his naval clothes, wig and hat, had appeared, on deck, as a mountain of a man and had shown himself to be a strict disciplinarian, whose every whim must be obeyed. Now, stripped completely naked, without any obvious embarrassment, in front of his new cabin-boy, Nathaniel saw before him an extremely muscular man, sporting a monumental, rock-hard, uncircumcised cock, clearly prepared for sex ,with its gleaming head, poking through his foreskin.,. As Nathaniel was soon to learn, the Captain was not at all as pleasant as he looked on first sight. He was someone with a pronounced sadistic streak and whose bite was much, much worse than his bark, as Nathaniel’s bare arse was soon to experience.
This role model for The Captain shows a man who was totally bald and had a hard unyielding face. It also shows his superbly hard, well-muscled body, which for a man of 45 years of age is quite remarkable. However even more remarkable was the Captain’s cock. One look at this erect uncut monster, ready for action, filled the virgin Nathaniel with fear of the potential damage this formidable cannon might do if fired into his anus.
CHAPTER 5
Nathaniel was under no illusions that he would soon be forced to surrender his anal virginity to the Captain’s piece of rock-hard man-meat. He might still be a virgin himself, but he was not ignorant of what man-on;-man sex involved. He had seen the more daring of his housemates at Winchester indulge in what he thought of as true, hard-core sex. He shuddered at the thought of that monumental, ram-rod-like erection of the Captain forcing its way into him, stretching his tight little anal pucker to the limit. But he was powerless to do anything to prevent what, at that moment, seemed to him, like the proverbial fate, worse than death itself.
He tried, unsuccessfully, to reassure himself that everything would all right, and that all potentially gay men (in view of his ambiguity about is own sexual orientation, he had already accepted the fact that he was likely to be subjected to a homosexual act by the Captain) had lived through the same, first-time experience: and that he would be transformed from a boy and emerge a man from the encounter. The simple fact of the matter was that he was shit scared of what was about to happen to him.
The Captain was not born a gentleman; for, as readers will shortly learn, he had risen through the ranks to his present position of pre-eminence by his God-given ability, coupled with that single-mindedness of purpose, a quality possessed by all those, who prize success, at any cost, There are many definitions of a gentleman, which, possibly the most facetious is the following:
A gentleman always uses a butter-knife, even when he is eating alone.
Given the Captain’s humble origins, it is doubtful that butter was ever on the family table and that an implement of cutlery named a butter knife even existed in the Captain’s household. He was, therefore, completely unaware of the fact that, in polite society, to which he longed to belong, one took butter onto one’s own plate with knife dedicated to the butter-dish; and that it was considered bad manners to use the knife of one’s own plate to help oneself to butter.
Given the Captain’s penchant for exercising his cock on either sex, more fitting definitions of what constitutes a gentleman, might be the following:
A gentleman always supports his weight on his elbows whenever he is fucking a woman.
However, even more apposite, given that the Captain was obviously preparing to fuck Nathaniel, might possibly be:
A gentleman always ensures that his cock is well lubricated before thrusting it into the anus of his partner.
Nathaniel watched with fascination, accompanied by considerable trepidation, as the Captain carefully anointed his massive erection with sperm oil: the oil normally used in oil lamps for lighting purposes. Nathaniel had never had sex with a member of either sex before, but he knew what his more sexually more daring classmates, at Winchester, did with each other. He knew for certain that the Captain’s monumental, freshly lubricated cannon was destined to stretch his virgin anus and that there was nothing he could do to avoid it. The thought that he could lose his anal virginity to a man, had never even crossed his mind, when he had left Winchester for his assignation with the prostitute, Rose, even though he was still equivocal about his sexuality. The question that had been on his mind then had been, would his cock rise to the occasion.
His brother, Edward, had assured him that once he had himself tasted the pleasure of being with a woman and fucked, just once, the redoubtable Rose, he would realise that his doubts about his own sexuality were illusionary; he would find at heart, that like Edward, he was true, blue-blooded, attractive, heterosexual guy, in front of whom, women, filled with sexual desire, would throw themselves at his feet. Nathaniel, meanwhile, was not so sure of his soon-to-be-discovered heterosexuality as was his brother. But he nevertheless had agreed to go ahead with Edward’s somewhat, outrageous suggestion.
As the Captain finished lubricating cock, Nathaniel realised that the moment of truth was fast approaching; and that there was nothing he could do to prevent the Captain from fucking him. The Captain now showed himself to be a very decisive, self-centred man who knew what he wanted. And, at that moment, what he wanted was to fuck hard his new cabin-boy, whom he found super-attractive; his rampant, ram-rod cock, glistening with lubricant, told the whole story. He led Nathaniel towards the bed, pushed him onto his back on the bed, told him to spread his legs, and then knelt down between them.
He then forced Nathaniel, who was, by now, trembling with fear at the sight of such a huge, menacing cannon of rigid flesh, which was about to penetrate his virgin anus, told him to fold his legs back over his shoulders, thereby exposing his anal pucker, the all-important entry port for his cock, for what was to follow. The captain relished fucking the tight anus of a boy like Nathaniel, whose young anal muscles gripped his invading cock more firmly, thereby considerably enhancing the pleasurable sensations during the reciprocating act of copulation.
Nathaniel knew that the point of no return had arrived, the moment he felt the Captain push his huge, cock-head gently against his all-important entry hole. He was about to be forced to surrender his anal virginity to the Captain, who had no idea whatsoever that this would be the first time experience for his new cabin-boy, who had never been fucked before. He was totally unaware of the fact that thereby, he was about to introduce Nathaniel, the heir to one of the premier marquessates of England, to the pleasures of gay, anal sex and relieve him of the burden of his anal virginity.
The Captain, other than the lubrication of his cock, had not prepared Nathaniel for sex. Nathaniel’s first time experience of anal copulation, subservient to the Captain, whose hyperactive cock he would come to know intimately, on a daily basis, during the coming weeks, was completely free of any pain; so much so that Nathaniel, much to his surprise, found that he was actually enjoying being fucked for the first time. The Captain, whose copulative technique bordered on rape, did not hold back on the vigorous thrusting and withdrawal of almost the full eight inch length of his cock, on every stroke. Never very restrained, with greater sexual arousal, the Captain’s fucking technique became even more frenetic and then lost control of himself, as happens with any man, as he approaches his own climax. His final strokes were analogous to the reciprocating motion of the piston of a later-day steam locomotive, yet to be invented by George Stephenson almost two decades later, in the year 1814.
Finally, that fatidic moment before climaxing arrived and the Captain withdrew his full, rock-hard, eight inches totally from Nathaniel’s anus, before plunging its full length back into him and ejaculating his sperm deep inside his cabin-boy. So vigorous and thorough had been the Captain’s attack– the best word to describe what he had just done – that Nathaniel simultaneously tasted his own, exquisite, first orgasm. As the Captain and he were more or less face-to-face, in what might best be described as the egg modification of the classic mission position, Nathaniel climaxed and pumped his own equally generous load all over the Captain’s bare chest.
Not even the most charitable of judges would have said that was by design, rather than by accident, that the Captain had both deflowered Nathaniel anus and simultaneously taken him through to his own orgasm. If Nathaniel had thought that, with the Captain’s initial quasi-rape of his virgin anus, sex was over for the evening, he was to be forced to think again; the Captain’s appetite for having anal sex with his new cabin-boy proved to be almost insatiable. He went on to fuck Nathaniel, three times, before, towards midnight, his sexual appetite now apparently sated, he called a halt to the evening of sex.
Nathaniel marvelled at the freshness of each renewed attack on his anus; each time, it was as if the Captain were an automatic fucking machine, thrusting his cock, without hesitation into Nathaniel with a renewed vigour, which defied description. He seemed to have an infinite capacity. on climaxing, for producing a large quantity of semen, all of which he deposited deep inside of Nathaniel. Nathaniel found that, in spite of his initial fears, he had enormously enjoyed being repeatedly on the receiving end of the Captain’s oversized penis, whose repeated battering of his anus had consolidated his conviction that he was a homosexual.
Not surprisingly, given Nathaniel’s rather sudden forced discovery of his true sexuality and the fact that he had enjoyed every moment of the Captain’s numerous, vigorous, serial attacks on his anus – there is no word better than attack to describe the Captain’s coital technique – Nathaniel’s cock now was rigidly erect and pointing suggestively and anticipatively directly at the Captain. Anticipation describes exactly the state in which Nathaniel now found himself abandoned; for, as he was now dramatically and painfully to learn, there was strictly no way in which the Captain allowed anyone, least of all his cabin-boy, whose name he did not yet even know, a return match, with his own anus as target.
Over the next few weeks, as Nathaniel was to learn, sex with the Captain, was strictly a one-way street; he fucked, but never, ever allowed himself to be fucked, no matter who was his partner; and there were to be many, in addition to Nathaniel, who had become his default option, into whose anus, he dipped his wick more or less on a nightly basis. As Nathaniel was to discover, when at sea, the Captain had an enormous appetite for man-on-man sex, which he satisfied partially with Nathaniel, but also with certain of his junior, commissioned officers – he had a keen eye for young, muscular men – all of whom he treated in the same dispassionate way he treated the female prostitutes, whom, as Nathaniel was later to discover, he frequented whenever the Venus was in port. Nathaniel came gradually to see, the Captain was completely bisexual; when at sea, he had sex with men; when in port he visited female prostitutes.
Nathaniel gradually found himself looking forward to sex with \ the Captain, whom he had come to consider as his sexual mentor and with whom he found that he really enjoyed their nightly sex sessions. during which the Captain battered his cabin-boy’s anus with his huge cannon: that toy, which, no matter how often played with, never fails to please. Nathaniel gradually came to be sorry for the Captain, as he saw that he had not one single person, whom he could call a friend. In his life, sex had been relegated the level of the other bodily functions, which one performs every day, out of necessity, rather than from the desire for pleasure.
But to return to the moment, where Nathaniel, with his cock aggressively erect, pointing directly at the naked Captain, from the look on his face, it was obvious to Nathaniel that he had seriously offended the Captain, who had just withdrawn his own cock from Nathaniel’s arse, which he had successively fucked three times, in short order. Not surprisingly after such a marathon of copulative sex, in which Nathaniel had been relegated to the role of a mere bottomer, his cock, which was large for a young man of his age, was now pushing aggressively for a more active place in the sun. As we all know, Nathaniel could do nothing to control his cock, which as all cocks do, had embarrassingly made-up its own mind as to what it wanted; which, at that moment learly was to fuck something, no matter what.
As can be seen from the happy, contented look on Nathaniel’s face, that finally finding his true sexuality, in spite of what had been a truly brutal introduction to anal sex, would shortly be replaced by one of trepidation, tinged with fear, by what, on that first occasion the Captain said next.
The Captain now addressed Nathaniel his first words since he had told him to strip naked, with which he revealed himself to be the sadistic sod he really was; a man without any empathy whatsoever for the naked, young man standing in front of him, whom he had just tantamount to raped three times. He said to Nathaniel: “What do you think you are doing, boy, pointing that thing at me?”
Nathaniel watched, with growing, fearful trepidation, as the naked Captain, with his enormous, now wilting cock, still dripping with the final drops of his semen from his third assault on Nathaniel’s anus, reached to a shelf above his bed, which Nathaniel had not previously noticed. He took down a slender, vicious looking punishment cane, which he brandished menacingly in front of Nathaniel’s nose. Nathaniel almost pissed himself with fear thinking about what was about to happen to him. The nightmare scenario that he and the other press-ganged recruits had witnessed, earlier that same day, on their arrival on board the Venus, of the sailors beating the hell out of the arses of two powder-monkeys, who were strapped naked across the cannons, flashed vividly before his eyes, as he flinched before the cane, which the Captain was waving in front of his eyes.
Nathaniel was no stranger to the birch, which was applied quite frequently, always on the bare, to correct boys for their sins, by both the Headmaster and his housemaster at Winchester. But, from the two canings Nathaniel had been forced to witness on boarding the Venus, he had quickly realised that the cane applied with force to the naked buttocks, as it had been, was capable of imparting much more damage to its target than could ever be achieved by the birch.
He and his brother had both been caned, quite frequently, by their father, the Marquess, who liked to think of himself as a strict disciplinarian. However, even the monumental beating that he had given Edward, in reward for his having left two housemaids pregnant, faded into insignificance, when compared with the two canings that Nathaniel had been forced to witness on his arrival on board the Venus. Punishments, practised in the Royal Navy, took pain to heights, difficult to imagine for a layman. Nathaniel shuddered at the thought that his own arse would soon be torn to bleeding shreds by the depredations of the Captain with his cane. which enabled the Captain physically to exercise his sadism. There was absolutely nothing Nathaniel could do to avoid what was coming; and come it did, very quickly, for in this, as in all things, as Nathaniel was fast learning, the Captain was quick off his mark.
The Captain ordered his cabin-boy to kneel at the foot of the bed and to hold his bare arse well up in the air. By this point, Nathaniel was figuratively shitting bricks, at the thought of what was about to happen to his poor arse. And he was not to be disappointed; for, with the first excruciatingly painful stroke of the cane Nathaniel saw that his worst fears were to be realised. He did not know how he managed to sustain, without making a sound, during what proved to be an over-the-top beating; a total of twelve swingeing strokes of the cane each applied with maximum force.
Nathaniel quickly saw, to his personal cost, that the Captain was as expert with the cane as he had been with his cock, in the serial fucking of his cabin-boy’s arse; he had three times, in quick succession, stretched Nathaniel’s virgin anus with his large cock-head, before thrusting, to the hilt, his rock-hard monumental shaft, deep inside his cabin-boy. Nathaniel had had, at first, some apprehension about what was happening to him; but then he had relaxed and had thoroughly enjoyed the rough fucking, verging on rape, which the Captain had visited on him. He subsequently rejoiced in the fact the he had finally surrendered his anal virginity to the Captain. He was relieved that this totally unexpected and impromptu, vigorous introduction to male-on-male sex had finally allowed him to settle, in his own mind, that he was a homosexual; a question on which he had personally been equivocating for much too long.
However, this, the first of many beatings by the Captain was something different: something to be endured, rather than to be enjoyed. The Captain showed himself to be as expert with the cane as he had been with his own rod. He laid on six swingingly painful cuts of the cane, strictly parallel to each other, from the bottom of Nathaniel’s back to the top of his legs. The word, cut, well describes each stroke; Nathaniel had never, in his life, felt anything so excruciatingly painful. It was as if his bare arse was being cut with a red-hot knife. After six cuts, the Captain made a brief pause, leading Nathaniel to believe that his punishment was over, and he made as if to rise to his feet.
The Captain said to him: “Not yet, Boy; stay down, Boy, as I have not yet finished with you.” The Captain, was always to call Nathaniel by the name of Boy, which was the nickname he gave to each of his new cabin-boys, all of whom he was never to address by their real name At that moment he neither knew nor cared that his latest Boy, whose arse he was in process of shredding, was called Viscount Nathaniel Legge, heir apparent Marquess of Rutland. What was important at that moment was that he had an area available on which he could vent his sadism.
After the pause, the Captain again went ahead with the cane, and, with absolute precision ,placed another six cuts, each one in exactly one of the same six furrows he had ploughed in the naked flesh of Nathaniel’s arse , during his first over, so to speak.. Words cannot describe the extreme agony, in which this doubling of every cut had left Nathaniel. However, more was still to come. The Captain’s cock, which, not surprisingly, had been flagging after the service it had just been called upon to render to its owner; no less than three distinct times to penetrate Nathaniel’s anus, with only a small pause between each shafting, had now perked itself up, again exhibiting its full, rock-hard, ten inches ready for service, yet again.
It was now eager, as cocks often are, to see further action. So, spurred on by vigorous encouragement from his cock, which, by way of showing its readiness to serve its master yet again, was already dripping with yet more semen, the Captain literally hoisted Nathaniel onto his knees on the bed, at which he had been kneeling. He then ordered him to spread his legs and support himself on his arms in the doggy position, before brutally thrusting his cock, between Nathaniel’s blood-spotted, totally shredded and agonisingly painful buttocks, back into his anus, and, for the fourth time that evening fucked it with such vigour, that when he himself climaxed deep inside of Nathaniel, he brought his cabin-boy, by accident, for the second time evening, to orgasm, simultaneous with his own.
To say that he was in utter agony from the caning from the caning he had just received, Nathaniel found that the intense pain, faded away under the renewed battering he was undergoing from the Captain’s cock. He did not know it then, how lucky he was during his first sexual contact with another man, to have experienced not once, but twice, his own orgasm. This had brought home to him, how much more intense was an orgasm induced during sex with another man, to that which, in the past, he had often enjoyed by jerking himself off alone; even as he had been, the passive bottom partner to the act. What would an orgasm be like if he himself were dong the fucking,
Nathaniel had been convinced of his own sexuality from the first moment that the Captain had fucked him that evening, he now knew, more than ever, that his sexual future would be with other men. Until now he had been exceedingly shy, with other men – and women alike – when it came even to talking about sex. Now, he could barely wait to lose the other half of his virginity, by adopting the active role and exercising his formidable cock, on some young man, at the first opportunity, which presented itself; preferably sooner rather than later.
Nathaniel would be forever grateful to the Captain, who, inadvertently, by his direct actions, had revealed to him his own true sexuality, thereby allowing Nathaniel finally to resolve a burning problem, with which he had been tussling for several years of late. This did not blind Nathaniel to the fact that, for the foreseeable future, his lord and master was an autocratic sadist, whose every word had immediately to be obeyed. Nathaniel amused himself by inventing an alliterative concatenation of adjectives which he thought summed up the Captain, whom he personally saw as self-made, selfish, self-centered, sexually sadistic, sod of a man, whom no one, who no one who valued his skin, should ever cross In fact, from his, own admittedly limited experience of the Captain, Nathaniel considered him, apart from their personal sexual relations, to be best avoided, like the plague. Unfortunately, as his cabin-boy, Nathaniel could not follow his own advice. He rapidly concluded that in all things. sex included, he was the Captain’s slave.
As time passed, Nathaniel became the Captain’s chief bumboy:; his sex-toy, who was forced, each evening, after supper, to submit to his master’s insatiable, predatory appetite for sex. Nathaniel never got over his hidden contempt for the Captain, whose sadistic tendencies he abhorred, but, whose sexual capabilities came to adore. He had quickly had realised that as he was conveniently always available, the Captain saw him as a handy means of satisfying his insatiable need for sex. However, Nathaniel soon realised that he too had a need for regular sex and enjoyed enormously the moment of penetration, when the Captain’s enormous cock stretched his anus to the limit and the rough sex which always followed.
However, Nathaniel quickly found that his anal muscles had that automatic reflex and gripped the Captain’s cock firmly on penetration. He also found that he himself could control his anal muscles during the entire process of copulation, which heightened the pleasure for himself as passive partner, but also for the Captain, who was forced to expend more effort in his reciprocal thrusting and withdrawing. This quality, given to few and quite exceptional in one so young and inexperienced as Nathaniel, had not escaped the Captain, who recognized that, in his new cabin-boy, he had inadvertently stumbled on a rare gem of a sex partner, who was a first class bottom.
So, an unspoken bond was established between Nathaniel and the Captain. Nathaniel did not like the Captain at all, but he loved having rough sex with him; which is just as well, for, if he had disliked having sex with him, he would have, nevertheless, been forced to tolerate him. As for the Captain, who cared only for himself, and, emotionally, felt nothing for anybody; least of all for his cabin-boy, whom he just saw as a really good fuck, when the spirit moved him, as it often did. However, as a corollary and result of his active anal-muscular participation as the passive partner in his sexual activities with the Captain, he was rewarded for his efforts, by being brought to his own orgasm accidently, as an adjunct to the ever-vigorous efforts of the self-centered Captain; who did not give a fig for the satisfaction of any partner, least of all for his cabin-boy, so long as he himself enjoyed the outcome of his efforts.
So, Nathaniel adapted himself to life on the Venus, as the Captain’s general factotum and sex-toy, obeying, without question, his every command. The Venus soon left Portsmouth and put to sea, as a man-of-war, to defend the English coast from marauding French and Spanish ships. Nathaniel found that he liked and adapted well to naval life, now that he had found and, more importantly, accepted and liked his true sexuality. However, he quickly became discontented with his lack of progress up the sexual ladder, so to speak; of being the permanent underdog, as it were, to the Captain’s insatiable penis. He was not complaining about being importuned so often by the Captain, which he ad quickly accepted as a given, and which he enjoyed as much as ever, whenever it occurred – which was pretty often. But as well set up young man, with a large sexual endowment, unused hitherto, except in private masturbation sessions, who had now just discovered his sexuality, he justifiably felt unfulfilled.
CHAPTER 6
Captain William Hard was somewhat of an anomaly in the British Royal Navy. He stood out, like a sore thumb, from his fellow captains and commissioned officer, who, in the snobbishly class-conscious way, which reigned at the Admiralty, were then always exclusively chosen from the ranks of gentlemen, by the powers that be, under the First Sea Lord. The urchin, William Hard, who was, years later, to become the captain of the Venus had, like Nathaniel, been seized by a press-gang, on the streets of Portsmouth, to become a ship’s powder monkey, aboard a ship called HMS Devon. Unlike Nathaniel, he had been street-wise in matters of sex way beyond his then fourteen years, at which age, he had been impressed to serve in the Royal Navy.
One of junior officers of HMS Venus was a true homosexual and it was with him that Captain Hard, as he had, by then, become, enjoyed the fullest and most satisfactory of sexual relationships, performing both active and passive roles – top and bottom – both of which he enjoyed equally. However, when at sea and deprived of female company, most of the other officers preferred to play the role of active partner with William. They found it infinitely preferrable to have sex with a warm body, even though it was with another man. In fact, some of them became so attached to exercising their endowments on another man that, when on dry land, they risked their marriages, and imprisonment for buggery, which would be a crime, on the statute books, for at least the next 150 years in England, by occasionally having anal sex with another man; such is the irresistible power of sex that it makes man run the risk of imprisonment.
Being ambitious to better his position, under the protective wing of the junior members of the commissioned ranks of the Devon, young William had allowed himself to become that general, indispensable toy, which never fails to please any of his respondents, whether top or bottom. Thanks to the lobbying by the junior officers of the then captain of the ship, within two years he was promoted to the post of junior midshipman; then an unheard-of honour for a powder-monkey. William, as an impressed member of the ship’s crew, now had his foot on the first rung of the ladder, which could eventually lead to a promotion to a commission, an extremely rare event, for someone coming from his social class; which was, to say the least, the lowest of the low. However, with his promotion to midshipman, came the problem, which would be the bane of his life until he died.
The rank of midshipman was the entry-level, on-board ship, to eventually becoming a commissioned officer in the Royal Navy. In 1800, given what amounted to general apartheid between the different social classes and the degree of deference of members of the one social class to the members all classes above them, which, in the Royal Navy, was snobbishly carried to extreme levels of ludicrousness, William Hard thus found himself a very competent, ambitious, square peg in a round hole. From the moment he joined the ranks of midshipmen aboard the Devon, he just was not one of them. By them is meant the upper classes, which was then the breeding ground for future commissioned officers in the Royal Navy. So, from the word go, William, having nothing socially in common with his fellow midshipmen, was relegated the status of someone to be tolerated as an equal in rank; but he was not, and never would be, accepted socially as one of them.
By dint of his innate ability, coupled with hard work and singlemindedness of purpose to succeed, aboard the Devon, he eventually achieved his commission as a junior officer, a position then unheard of, for a man, who had been press-ganged into serving in the Royal Navy. And it was as a junior officer that he was posted to the HMS Venus, on which, over many years, he rose through the ranks to become senior first lieutenant and eventually captain, on the retirement of the present captain. But even after he had become the captain of the Venus, the problem of his social acceptability was to remain with him.
The commissioned officers, under his command on the Venus, had all been recruited from the higher social ranks of English society. As befits an officer, they were always deferential to him as their superior; but they never thought of him socially as one of them, They were happy enough to dine with him at his table in his cabin and drink his wine, which always flowed in abundance. But they avoided those relaxed moments after dinner, on which, at that time, men would normally sit around, smoking, passing the port, and chewing the fat together. They ate his food, drank his wine thanked him politely for the dinner, and then promptly left; leaving the Captain alone, devoid of any social contact; devoid of the feeling that one is accepted on a socially equal footing by one’s peers, which is so important to the wellbeing of most men.
It was the creeping realisation that he would never be socially accepted by his fellow officers as one of them, a rank, to which he had, to his credit, aspired, and had ultimately joined. They were all to the manner born,, which he was not. It was probably this insidious social unacceptability of his status, on his upward path, coupled with the excessive, somewhat cold politeness, first, by his fellow midshipmen and subsequently, by his fellow officers, which had largely turned the highly talented, handsome young man, who had been press-ganged into service, into the sadistic, homosxual autocrat, which he was today.
There was, however, another reason, why his fellow heterosexual officers, more or less, cold-shouldered him. They all knew that he was a practising homosexual, who had sex, more or less on a daily basis with his cabin-boy.. In line with the general opinion at that time. they therefore, considered their hair commanding officer as a pervert. They considered themselves as buggers, a class apart from homosexual perverts, despite their anal, sexual antics with each other, when at sea;, although their behaviour towards each other said it all. As buggers, they considered themselves above any form of criticism for their sexual behaviour, and in fact, to the contrary, congratulated themselves for using their initiative to adapt to the exigencies of the situation, without a female in sight. in which they found themselves. Readers could well be justified in thinking that this attitude was a classic case of hypocrisy; a case of the pot calling the kettle black; and they readers might well have been right.
However, William Hard’s exceptional elevation to the rank of captain of one of His Majesty’s war ships, had not gone unnoticed by the powers that be at the Admiralty. The Admiralty was acutely aware of the damage to its reputation, which had been caused by the mutiny on the HM Armed Transport ship, named Bounty, under the command of a Royal Navy captain, Lieutenant William Bligh, on an expedition to Tahiti to collect bread-fruit seedlings. In its promotion of Bligh to the post of a commanding officer, the Admiralty had, for the first time, departed from its tradition of choosing its senior officers from the ranks of gentlemen. (Bligh was the son of a customs officer in Plymouth).
Then, as is still today the case, people in high places often refuse to acknowledge their bad judgement and then, as is still the case today – failure was often rewarded by promotion to a higher ranking post, where they could do no harm; witness the House of Lords, bursting at the seams with failed cabinet ministers, of all parties. Bligh was rewarded for his failure to stop the Bounty being seized by a number of mutineers, by being shunted off to Australia, as the Governor of New South Wales, which tenure was not without incident. On his return England he was again rewarded by being made Rear Admiral of the Fleet, a post, in which he never again commanded men at sea.
Not surprisingly the Admiralty seeing, but not admitting to, the error it had made in elevating William Bligh, did not wish to make the same mistake again, in awarding William Hard the captaincy of the Venus. The diehard traditionalists at the Admiralty, up to and including the First Sea Lord himself, were very much in the once bitten twice shy frame of mind and spoke strongly against making such an appointment. In the end, it was the younger, more progressive members of the appointment commission, who carried the day; and William Hard was duly promoted to the command of HMS Venus.
The First Sea Lord had the final word, as he snobbishly said: “I hope that the collective decision, which we have just taken, in appointing a man from the lower social classes, from which, even in normal times, we do not choose our commanding officers, let alone in times like the present, when we are threatened by both the French and the Spanish, will not ultimately give me occasion to say that I told you so.”
It was when he was promoted to the captaincy of the Venus as young man, aged just 30, William Hard decided that his easy-come-easy-go attitude sex, which he had practised until now, would have to change, in order to preserve the dignity of his position. He decided that, he would have a cabin-boy, as his general factotum, to attend to his every whim – especially to his sexual needs. This new position would be filled by a succession of young men, to whom he took a fancy, each of whom would be discarded to fend for himself as a general member of the crew, and replaced with a new toy-boy, when he tired of having sex with the same young man every night.
As a cororally of the need to preserve the dignity and authority of his position as commanding officer of the Venus, he decided that, in future, sex would be one-way street; he himself would always play the active role and no one would be given access to his own anus. This was the exact position, in which Nathaniel found himself. Captain Hard was now 45-years-old and had been in command of the Venus for 15 years. Grateful as Nathaniel was to the Captain for having introduced him to sex, thereby allowing him definitely to find and accept his own sexuality, after six weeks of nightly sex, in which he was always relegated to playing the bottom role to the Captain, Nathaniel as a sexually well-endowed, now gay, young man, felt that was time to spread his wings and give his own cock its place in the sun, But how was this to be achieved when he was, almost nightly, under the Captain’s metaphorical thumb.
CHAPTER 7
However, Nathaniel’s knight in shining armour came galloping up to save the day for him, liberating him from the throes of what had become his boring, sexual servitude to the Captain, in the form of young officer, who had just graduated, aged 21, from the Royal Naval Academy for Officer Cadets in Portsmouth and had been assigned to the Venus as his first posting. As he reported to Captain Hard on coming on board, Nathaniel stood by and could hardly believe his eyes, for the new officer was none other than Richard Dick, one of Nathaniel’s erstwhile schoolfellows at Winchester; and not only a Wykehamist, like Nathaniel, but a member of the same boarding house, when they were at Winchester School together. They had not been close friends at school. as Richard was two years older than Nathaniel. Nevertheless, they greeted each other as Wykehamists, as long-lost kindred spirits.
Richard fforbes-Dick had the misfortune of having a double-barrelled family name, of which the second half, Dick, was vulgar slang, commonly used by members, from the highest of the high to the lowest of the low, social classes, to describe what almost every man, irrespective of class, considers, still today, as then, as his most important attribute: his penis. Richard fforbes-Dick was particularly well-endowed between his two legs, with what is euphemistically referred to by those of a sensitive disposition – which Richard was definitely not - who wish to avoid vulgarities, as a man’s third leg. It is not surprising at Winchester, a public school, where boys lived cheek by jowl with one another, it was not possible for any boy to hide his physical attributes under a bushel for long.
Not that Richard fforbes-Dick was ashamed of the fact that he had an oversized penis; in fact, quite the contrary, as he realised that all his schoolfellows were envious of his endowment. There is much truth in the assertion that every man, given the choice. which he is, of course, not, is desirous of a having a large penis. He rejoiced in nickname, Ricky-Big-Dick, the subject of which he willingly shared with any of his schoolfellows, who were willing – as many were – to satisfy their sexual curiosity. In his own way, he was somewhat of a gay version of Nathaniel’s brother, Edward, who, from his mid-teens, when away from Winchester, where the boys were starved of female company, exercised his irresistible charm, and also his generous endowment, on any female, who was willing; as indeed, many only too willingly, were.
Richard fforbes-Dick was the only child of Admiral Sir Archibald fforbes-Dick, a hereditary baronet, who had retired early, from active service at sea, to a post at the Admiralty in London, where he was now in charge of recruiting seagoing commissioned officers for The Royal Navy. Richard had been a sore disappointment to his father, when he had discovered that his son, heir to the baronetcy, as, on his own death, his only son would become the seventh baronet, was a dyed-in-wool, active homosexual. As such he would never marry and have a son of his own to perpetuate a line, which had passed from father to first-born son, ever since its creation, almost two centuries earlier. The Admiral had, nevertheless, insisted that his son, Richard, his only child, should follow in the family tradition and enlist in the Royal Navy, thrusting him into an all-male environment, thereby facilitating Richard’s sexual penchant for men.
Nathaniel, now totally comfortable in his own skin, with his sexuality settled, as a confirmed gay man, felt that there must be more to sex than what he was physically enjoying daily from the Captain, with whom he had spiritually no relationship whatsoever. Now that he had become accustomed to the Captain’s daily sexual depredations, he found that he quite enjoyed having his anus hammered, but that he now wanted more from sex than to be treated just as a sex-toy to fulfil his master’s apparently insatiable appetite for sex. Not surprisingly, having tasted the pleasure of gay sex, as the regular recipient of the Captain’s man-meat, he wanted to exercise his own, not inconsiderable endowment on another man. He hoped that the advent of Richard, as a very junior officer on board the Venus, would give him the springboard for a more varied sex life, which, since his realisation was gay, had become a key element to his existence.
In private, during the morning absence on deck of the Captain, Nathaniel laid out the saga of his entire sex-life to Richard, who listened intently to the sad fact that Nathaniel had come so late to experience the realities and the pleasures of the physical side of gay sex; in addition to having born the ever-present mental burden of not knowing whether he was gay or not. Richard had been immediately physically attracted to Nathaniel on first seeing him again, since he had himself left Winchester some three years previously. He now saw, in Nathaniel, a potential suitable new sex-partner, who was waiting for him to make the first move. He inwardly heaved a gentle sigh of relief when Nathaniel told him that he was happy with his present life on board the Venus, where, thanks to the Captain, he had finally found peace of mind as a totally committed gay young man.
Nathaniel had said to Richard: “I know that the Captain is not the most attractive of men, who has a detestable sadistic side to his character and that having rough sex with me, which he does almost daily, is only to satisfy his own libido; he uses me as his sex-toy, without any consideration for my feelings or desires. He also considers me as his general factotum, whose job is to obey his every order immediately or be caned. I have experienced a few times his displeasure; and believe me, he is as efficient with the cane as he is with his cock. A bare-arse caning from him makes the birchings that both you and I received at Winchester, seem like flea-bites. But in spite of being subservient to a man who is utterly self-centred and with whom I have nothing in common, I shall be forever grateful to him, for having shown, what is, the true light, for men like me, whose sexuality, I have concluded, is innate from birth and cannot be changed.”
“If it were not for him, seizing me, figuratively, by the scruff of the neck and introducing me to the pleasures of rough, gay sex, I would probably have gone on for ever in my interminable quest, never recognising or realising my innate sexual vocation in life. I would have remained in what would have been a sexual desert; a situation, which, thanks to the Captain, having been forcibly introduced by him to, and ever since then enjoying, one key aspect of gay sex with him, I find now that I simultaneously hate and admire this man, without whom I might have wandered endlessly, searching for my true sexual identity, but with whom I have nothing in common.
In spite of my one sided, incomplete, present sex life as subservient bum-boy to the Captain, I am happier now, on board the Venus, than I have ever been in my entire life, and I have quite taken to life at sea. I have no intention of going back to my old life of luxury and of becoming, on my father’s death, the 8th Marquess of Rutland: a position which my younger brother, Edward, will fulfil better than I ever could.”
“Given my sexual orientation, I could never marry and father children, in the way any heterosexual man would. Fate has decreed that I must let go of my previous life and adapt to my changed circumstances. I intend to allow my family think that I disappeared without trace in Portsmouth. My father, will eventually be obliged to have me legally declared dead – lost without trace – so that my younger brother, Edward, can succeed to the title and become the 8th Marquess of Rutland. Meanwhile, I will lead a life at sea, to which I have quickly become accustomed and which I rather like and which I think is my true vocation.
Richard listened to this outpouring with some sympathy, as he knew full well that due to his own sexual orientation, he too was a disappointment to his father. But he admired Nathaniel for being able to take life as it comes and make the best of it. He did not doubt that Nathaniel’s father, the marquess, would mourn the apparent death of his heir apparent to the ancient title. However, the marquess had fathered two sons, Nathaniel and Edward, an heir and a spare to the title; so, even under the changed circumstances, looking towards the future, there every hope that the title would continue on beyond Edward, who was not at all shy in fathering children and continue to pass from father to son.
However, in Richard’s particular case, as an only child to his father the current baronet, the title of baronet, which he would inherit on his father’s death, would pass, on his own death, to the child of some distant second cousin, whom he did not know. This prospect did not bother him personally, as it was far in the future; but it perturbed his father, the admiral, the present baronet, who, saw the title, which had, since its creation a century ago, always passed directly from father to son, being broken, due to his own son’s sexuality.
However, Richard, having listened to Nathaniel, had decided that his life was his, to be enjoyed by him. and come what may, for better or for worse, he was, what he was, even though his father disapproved of his lifestyle, which, with the best will in the world, he could never renounce and remain true to himself. He sensed that Nathaniel was physically attracted to him, as much as he himself was attracted to Nathaniel. As Nathaniel was obviously searching for a partner on whom he could, for the very first time, explore the sexual pleasure of being the prime mover as top, thereby completing his initiation into being a gay man, there seemed little sense in hesitating to offer his services to Nathaniel, as sexual mentor.
He was overwhelmed by the fact that he had known instantly, from the moment that he had stepped on board the Venus and presented himself to the Captain, who had been standing there, his cabin-boy, Nathaniel at his side, to receive him as the new junior member of the ship’s officers, that Nathaniel and he were destined to come together sexually. He had, as a widely experienced, gay young-man, never before been so sure of anything in his life/ He just knew, at first sight, that Nathaniel and he were made for each other. So, after having been shown his sleeping berth and the officers’ mess, he had immediately made his way to the Captain’s quarters, where he had found Nathaniel alone, the Captain being still on deck. He had listened to Nathaniel’s account of his long Odyssey in search of his own sexuality.
So, Richard struck while the iron was hot and said to Nathaniel: “If you want to improve your technique, then I’m your man; just name the place and the time, and I will be more than willing to instruct you in any way I am able; I might add that I am very polyvalent in a whole range of things; things, which you might initially find a little difficult.”
Nathaniel was overjoyed by this suggestion, which, couched, in the most innocuous of language, he knew was an offer of sex. So, he realised that he had been right in his supposition; Richard was just as attracted to him as he was to Richard. So, he replied: “There is saying that there is no time like the present; and as the Captain is on deck and seldom comes back here before noon, I suggest that we treat ourselves as mice and play while the cat’s away, and you commence your instructing here and now.” He then added, laughing: “I cannot imagine what you propose to instruct me in. However, since the Captain never comes back to his quarters before noon, I think that whatever wisdom you wish to impart to me, might best be done by practical demonstration in the Captain’s night-cabin, where he sleeps and frequently engages in other activities, not exactly associated with sleeping or the running of a warship.”
The two young men moved from the main cabin into the Captain’s bedroom. To show willing, Nathaniel commenced to take off his own clothes. He was relieved when Richard did likewise, meaning that he had not misread Richard’s message and that his proposal for instruction, which had been intentionally vague, had avoided the word, sex, which was key to the instruction he was about to give to the by-now-naked Nathaniel. Nathaniel was not at all shy to show off his credentials to Richard, who, equally ready to have sex with Nathaniel was not slow in shedding his own cumbersome clothes of a commissioned officer.
The two naked young studs looked each other, both with hungry eyes, each approving lasciviously of the physically attractive, sexy, young man he saw before him.
Richard was over the moon, when he saw the size and magnificent appearance of Nathaniel’s cock. He could hardly believe that with such a generous and sexually attractive endowment, Nathaniel, who was now almost nineteen years old, still possessed a virgin penis, at which he was now looking, and which, nobody but himself, with his own hand, had ever touched. It said something for Captain William Hard’s self-centered, sexual taste that he had never even considered giving his cabin-boy’s beautiful cock its maiden outing, by allowing that formidable and attractive piece of man-meat to penetrate him. He could see now, why even though Nathaniel claimed to like the nightly battering of his arse by the Captain’s cock, he felt that even if the Captain was a dedicated top himself, he could from time to time, at least have acknowledged his cabin-boy’s own sexual needs, by giving his exceptional cock, manual or oral attention, to show that he himself was a human being and not just a mechanical arse hammering machine.
Richard looked at Nathaniel, liked immensely what he saw and immediately wanted to get physical with him; so much so that he could not stop himself from stepping forward and embracing Nathaniel, bringing their two bodies into close contact with each other. This was the first time that Nathaniel had had his own naked body in contact with anyone; let alone in cock-to-cock contact with a handsome young stud of his generation, to whom, at first sight, he had immediately been sexually attracted. As their cocks touched in what was a dress-rehearsal – a contradiction in terms, if there ever was one, as they were both stark naked – for the sexual pas-de-deux, which they were inevitably moving towards performing together; for the first time ever, Nathaniel experienced the immediate arousal of his cock and his inability to exercise any form of control and prevent it rising to the occasion, thereby indicating that it was more than willing to fulfil, what it, evidently, considered was the more important of its two functions in life.
This was Nathaniel’s first lesson; learning that his cock would always automatically indicate its master’s readiness for sex, sometimes at the most inappropriate and embarrassing of moments. Cautious by nature, he recognized immediately, that he must not allow himself to become subservient to the demands of his cock, which as he was later to learn, was, with some justification, called a man’s uncontrollable flesh; he could not and, indeed, must not, always obey the demands of his cock; his mind, not his penis, must always be in control of his sexual actions He quickly saw that his cock would be a reliable, constant indicator of his state of sexual arousal. It could be a good and faithful servant, but it must know its place and never be allowed to become his master.
Needless to say, Nathaniel was extremely happy as he suddenly realised that the moment was fast approaching, when he would be free of the last shackle binding him to his largely, self-inflicted, indecisive, sexual past and he would feel free to lead his future life as a totally committed gay man. It was not that had not enjoyed the Captain’s nightly sexual battering; but now, after having been introduced by him to pleasures of gay sex, as perpetual bottom, he was now ready to see if he himself enjoyed being the prime mover in his sex life. To use a hackneyed expression; he could barely wait to see what was about to happen next.
Richard, who was much more blasé about sex, which had been part and parcel of his daily life, since his final two years at Winchester, had, however, been surprised at his own unusual state of arousal, brought on by seeing Nathaniel naked for the first time, especially as he was schooling – to coin a word – a semi-virgin in the rudiments of one of the two key aspects of physical sex. So sexually aroused had he himself become, by that first physical contact of his own nakedness with Nathaniel’s readily receptive, naked body, that he could no longer control his own actions and transformed that first contact into a full embrace. He then committed and act infinitely more significant than the sex act itself; he passionately kissed Nathaniel on the mouth. That one loving act told Nathaniel everything; Richard wanted him desperately, as much as he wanted Richard.
Richard detached his mouth from that first kiss with Nathaniel and he now began to lick Nathaniel’s chest, where he paused in his downward journey. towards that greatest a of all prizes, to titillate his partner’s nipples with his tongue, before descending to lick his abdomen and belly. He finished up on his knees, in front of Nathaniel, with his face exactly opposite to Nathaniel’s penis, which by now was rigidly erect. Nathaniel was so totally sexually aroused by the tender loving care that Richard had lavished on his body, which had never before been touched by anyone, other than the nightly poundings by the Captain, that his cock, as if wishing to register its approval and readiness for action, was already exuding a constant stream of precum.
Nathaniel, whose cock had never before been touched, other than by his own hand, was ecstatic – almost delirious with delight, as Richard took his drew his bulbous cockhead, which had emerged from its foreskin, into his mouth, in an act of fellatio, an act and a word, then unknown to Nathaniel, and began sucking it vigorously. So aroused did Nathaniel become as a result of Richard actions on his body, that he was unable to control himself and climaxed within a brief minute of Richard’s efforts on his behalf. Luckily, he was able to withdraw his cock from Richard’s mouth just before he reached orgasm. He violently ejaculated, in a number of uncontrollable jerks, a generous quantity of thick, viscous semen, great gobbets of which landed all over Richard’s face, to which they clung like limpets.
Nathaniel was no stranger to the pleasurable sensation of orgasm which always accompanies the ejaculation of semen. Since the memories of his first wet dreams, at the age of fifteen at Winchester, he had indulged himself to excess in, what was then politely referred to, as self-abuse. In view of his timidity and long-drawn-out uncertainty about his own sexuality, he had refrained from all experimental contact with his schoolfellows and had contented himself with his own hand, as five-fingered lover, until, on board the Venus, when he had been forced into submission by Captain.
But now with Richard, it had been completely different. Thanks to the act of fellatio, which Richard himself had seen as an overture, to liberating Nathaniel’s cock from the final millstone of virginity, which, he had perceived had been holding Nathaniel back from leading a full and happy sex life as a gay young man, Nathaniel had experienced an orgasm, the intensity of which, even in the wildest, of his erotic dreams, he had never known existed.
Nathaniel now realised that Edward, his younger brother, had been right in urging him – indeed arranging for him – to break his long celibacy, by having sex with a prostitute, to appreciate the pleasure of having assertive sex with another person. In the event, Edward’s arrangements had failed, though no fault of his, and Nathaniel’s forced introduction to sex had been on the Venus with the with the Captain, which had led to him being where he was today. However, if Edward had been right about Nathaniel’s liking for sex, after he had seen and experienced what he had been missing, he had been completely wrong in predicting his brother’s ultimate sexuality.
CHAPTER 8
Richard, wiped Nathaniel’s jism from his face, stood up and with no hesitation, pushed Nathaniel onto his back on the Captain’s bed. He reached for the self-same bottle of whale oil that the Captain used to lubricate his cock before its nightly exploration of Nathanael’s fundamental orifice. He then dropped to his knees on the bed, alongside Nathaniel and proceeded to lubricate his cock for him. Nathaniel was enraptured that Richard was, evidently, preparing his, rather than his own cock for sex. This task accomplished, Richard lay down alongside him on his back alongside Nathaniel and gave him specific instructions on how to relinquish this last vestige of his virginity by fucking him.
He said to Nathaniel: “As this is your first time, I hope you will not be offended, if I give you a number pointers on the way to extract the maximum enjoyment form your first fuck, in which you will cede your penile virginity to my anus. Make no mistake, Nathaniel; for every man on this earth, which perforce includes you, this is a once in a lifetime, ephemeral moment that can never be repeated; so, make the most of it whilst it lasts. It is one that you will remember for the rest of your life; the first time you shared you share your manhood with another human-being.”
“What I suggest you do is to take me as I now am, lying here on my back. If you kneel between my legs and hold them in your arms across both ides of your chest, you will find that you have unrivalled access to my anus, the port of entry to the extreme pleasures of gay, male-on-male, copulative sex. Do not be put off by the resistance that you will encounter the moment the tip of your cock touches my anus, as its muscles are automatically reflexively programmed to repel all boarders. Press on regardless and you will find that my anal muscles will relax and allow you to penetrate me. Do not be afraid to push the full length of your cock straight into my anus, full to the hilt, in one smooth movement, bottoming your pelvis against my arse. This is your unique moment, Nathaniel; as top and as prime-mover, must always show your partner, whoever he is – in this case me – that you are in charge as top.
Nathaniel, an absolute beginner at any assertive form of copulation, had appreciated Richard’s advice and followed his instructions to the letter. To his astonishment, in his first attempt gay sex as a top, he found that his well-lubricated, steel rod of a penis penetrated Richard’s anus more easily than he had ever thought possible. As instructed, Nathaniele thrust the full length of his rigid cock into Richard to the hilt, thereby surrendering his penile virginity to him; as he bottomed his pelvis and balls against Richard’s arse. Once having achieved successful penetration of Richard’s anus, Nathaniel paused for few seconds before beginning what would be his first, ever, active act of anal copulation proper. As Richard had given him no instructions of how best to proceed with the sequence of thrust and withdrawals, which are the essence of all human copulation, and which are an integral part making copulation between human beings so pleasurable, whether it be man-on-man or man-on-woman.
Human beings are one only three animal species which are thought to copulate for pleasure; the other two being dolphins and bonobos, a species of monkey, found only in the Congo basin in Africa. Nathaniel’s only previous experience of copulation, was passive; being made to act on a daily basis as the bottom partner for the Captain’s cock, whose copulative efforts, in spite of his master’s disregard of his personal needs, he nevertheless continued to enjoy enormously. Nathaniel paused for a brief moment, with his cock now embedded deep inside of Richard, before he began his first hammering ever of his partner’s anus, reflecting on his only previous sexual experience with another man, the Captain, to see if he could draw inspiration from it. Nathaniel realised that the Captain, with all of his faults, was an absolutely expert top, who had relieved him of his anal virginity, and who, more by good luck than by design, had fucked him through to orgasm on his anus’s maiden sexual outing.
Nathaniel saw that the Captain had repeatedly thrust and then almost, but not quite completely. withdrawn his enormous erection, on every withdrawal stroke. As the Captain himself became more aroused, he had increased the force and speed of his thrusting, until the moment, at which he had felt he was about to climax and achieve orgasm himself, he had withdrawn is cock completely from Nathaniel’s anus, had brandished it in the air for a brief moment, as if to impress on Nathaniel that he was being fucked by a virtuoso cocksman – which, in spite of his braggadocio posturing, the self-serving, egotistical Captain truly was – before thrusting his cock back into Nathaniel’s anus, with the maximum force he could muster, achieving his own orgasm, with the concomitant, quasi-explosive ejaculation of his semen into Nathaniel’s rectum.
Only the first time that the Captain had fucked him, had he induced in Nathaniel an orgasm simultaneous with his own. If he had known that Nathaniel was still a virgin or that he had chosen as his cabin-boy, the heir to one of the premier marquessates in England, that may have explained phenomenon of Nathaniel’s orgasm, which, to be induced in the bottom partner by the efforts of the top, as it had been, was as rare as hens’ teeth. But the Captain had not even known Nathaniel’s name, as he took his anal virginity, by ploughing his arse for the first time ever in what was subsequently to prove to be an almost daily occurrence.
Nathaniel was no stranger to the pleasurable sensation of orgasm, as since the age of fifteen, he had regularly jerked himself off, always in private, to satisfy his own burgeoning, sexual desires. But the orgasm induced in Nathaniel by the Captain had had such an intensity, which overshadowed, by far, any self-induced orgasm. Nathaniel privately acknowledged to himself that he had enjoyed losing his anal virginity brutally to the Captain, together with the pleasurable sensations that went with it. However, when on subsequent occasions, the Captain failed to live up to Nathanial’s hopes, he put that first induced orgasm down as the exception which proves the rule. Until now, with the appearance of Richard on the scene, which had radically changed his sex horizon, Nathaniel had accepted that he was destined to be the Captain’s sex-toy, whilst on board the Venus.
Nathaniel was grateful that the Captain had quite unknowingly demonstrated to him, what was to become his own technique of anal copulation and that he had inadvertently, by chance, shown him, if but once, that the top could indeed induce an orgasm in his bottom partner, by skillful perseverance with his cock. But much more importantly, Nathaniel had seen that an orgasm induced by having sex with a partner was infinitely more satisfying than one produced by solitarily jerking off. Nathaniel was so sexually preoccupied by the prospect of ceding his penile virginity to Richard, that his cock was already oozing rivulets of precum in anticipation of the pleasure, which lay ahead. He silently vowed to himself that, in this, his maiden fuck as top, he would do Richard proud and would make every effort to bring him to that elusive orgasm, simultaneous with his own.
With his massive cock embedded deep inside of Richard, he had commenced his first act of copulation, as he himself experienced each day with the Captain. He had begun by slowly withdrawing his cock from Richard, whilst ensuring that he had left his cockhead still well inside Richard’s rectum, as the Captain regularly did with him. Richard had shown his experience as a sensitive, experienced bottom-partner by flexing his anal sphincter muscles and gripping Nathaniel’s cock firmly as he withdrew it from the innermost depths of Richard thereby increasing the pleasurable feeling of copulation for both of them. Nathaniel had felt Richard gripping his shaft so firmly, just below his bulbous cockhead, that he had fantasized to himself that had he withdrawn himself completely, as he intended to do later, at the moment before orgasm, it would have resembled the pulling of a tight cork on a bottle of wine, with a loud pop.
Richard too had had every intention of making this, Nathaniel’s maiden occasion with his cock, as memorable as possible for him. Although he did not know it then, Nathaniel had had a similar intention in mind for Richard. Inevitably, as Nathaniel had become ever more aroused, he could not stop himself from getting rougher and faster with his thrusting. As this was the first time that Nathaniel had ever had active sex with his own cock inside another man, he had very quickly reached his own point of climax.
However, he had managed to hold himself back long enough and batter Richard’s arse – for that describes precisely what he was then doing – until he had perceived that his efforts had brought Richard too, to the point of orgasm. Only then had he allowed himself, with some justification, to don the victor’s crown, by withdrawing his still rock-hard penis from Richard’s anus, brandishing it triumphantly, for a brief moment in thin air, before Richard’s eyes, before allowing himself execute his final, mighty thrust, thereby inducing the much hoped for, but seldom achieved, orgasms simultaneously in himself and in Richard.
Richard was fulsome in the praise he heaped on Nathaniel for his performance and said: “My friend – and I do not say this lightly – that was easily the best and most enjoyable fuck that I have been subjected to in my entire life; and I know what I am talking about, as I have been having sex with other men for the past five years, since I reached the age of seventeen. I feel totally honoured that you ceded your cock’s virginity to me; but I have to tell you that I will remain forever amazed by what you achieved in what was your maiden fuck. Until a few moments ago, I had never, ever experienced, as a bottom, of having an orgasm induced in me, solely by the cock of any partner who was fucking me; and I have been fucked many, many times, by many different partners. Nor have I myself ever succeeded in bringing my bottom partner to climax by my efforts.”
“To inform you, as a newcomer to man-on-man, anal sex, I can tell you that the top, which role you have just played on me to utterly sublime perfection, rarely reaches even his own orgasm whilst inside his bottom partner. What usually happens is that he withdraws his cock from his partner, before he himself has even reached his own climax. Then, the two of them jerk themselves off together manually to orgasm, ejaculating their semen over each other. However, I can tell you, definitively from the one experience I have just had with you, that compared with the cock induced orgasm, which you have just given me, which was so exquisitely satisfying and sublimely intense, all hand-induced orgasms fade into insignificance. You have a unique gift, Nathaniel, which you should nurture; it sets you apart from all other men. Now, if you would permit me, in my own feeble way, to return the favour, which you have just bestowed on me, I should be honoured to try to oblige.”
Of course, Nathaniel was overwhelmed by the praise which Richard had heaped him, but was delighted to accept, as he now desperately wanted Richard, with whom he had already fallen completely in love, to fuck him.
CHAPTER 9
Two young men, exhaustively engrossed in exploring each other sexually, probably did not realise that they were, to use a nautical analogy, sailing dangerously too close to the wind for their own good; by having sex, not only in the Captain’s bedroom, but in his very bed; they were tempting fate! They were so engaged with each other sexually that they lost track of time completely, and midday arrived only too quickly. The Captain came back to his quarters, not seeing his cabin-boy laying the table in his dining cabin, approached the door of his sleeping quarters, which had inadvertently been left ajar. He did not have to enter the cabin to recognise from the inimitable sounds emanating from within that two men – there were no women aboard the Venus – were having sex together and that he was hearing the sounds emitted by a man copulating, just before reaching his climax.
He entered his cabin, to see the buttocks of his cabin-boy, which he knew so well, pumping wildly at the arse of an unknown figure, lying on his back on his bed. Not surprisingly he flew into an immediate rage, which he managed to contain silently, whilst he thought out his next step. He was astounded that his cabin-boy, whom he considered as his private, sexual property – his sex-toy, in fact – had had the effrontery to have sex with someone other than with him; and who, to add insult to injury was copulating, right now, with an unknown crew member, in his, the Captain’s, own bed.
Both Nathaniel and Richard were so preoccupied with what they were doing, they were totally unaware that they were being observed by the Captain. The first thing that Nathaniel knew that they had been caught in flagrante, was when he felt he bite of the Captain’s cane, which he knew so well, across his bare arse, which coincided precisely with his third orgasm of the morning, and the ejaculation of his sperm deep inside Richard’s rectum.
The Captain, who had made his presence known by that one stroke of the cane, now, roared at Nathaniel: “Boy, get your cock out of that arse you have just been fucking and kneel on the bed, as I intend to teach you a lesson. which you will never forget, as to the place you occupy on board this ship, which, in case you did not know it already, is with the lowest of the low among the crew. Nathaniel obeyed, exposing the quite superb naked body and cock of Richard fforbes-Dick to the Captain’s gaze.
The Captain, recognising immediately his cabin-boy’s partner as the young commissioned officer, who had just that very morning joined the crew of the Venus. He snarled at Richard, whose surname name fforbes-Dick, he had momentarily forgotten: “As for you, young man, I am surprised and disgusted that a man of your apparent breeding and class should sink so low as to have sex with a mere cabin-boy; and in the bed of his commanding officer to boot. Now, get dressed, get out of here and resume your duties on deck. I will deal with you later.” The Captain seemed to have forgotten that he himself was, each evening, stooping so low, as he had put it, and having sex with his cabin-boy.
I took Richard quite some time to put back on the then elaborate clothes of a commissioned officer in the Royal Navy. So, he was able to witness the appalling caning that the Captain visited on Nathaniel’s bare arse. The Captain was like was like a man possessed, as he converted Nathaniel’s buttocks into bleeding mess of deeply bitten furrows with his cane. By the time Richard left the Captain’s bedroom cabin, the Captain was undressing himself, obviously prior to having sex, yet again with Nathaniel, whom he had just thoroughly flogged. Richard was alarmed that Nathaniel might not be able to take the Captain’s pounding, with his cock, o in f his cabin-boy’s bleeding and extremely painful buttocks and disregarded the Captain’s order that he return and resume his duties on deck. Instead, he waited in the Captain’s main cabin, with his ear glued to the door of the bedroom.
Five minutes later, he heard Nathaniel cry out for help and entered the bedroom cabin. There he was confronted with the almost unbelievable – except that it was real – phantasmagorical sight, of the naked Captain, with his cock still embedded in the kneeling Nathaniel’s bleeding arse, slumped motionless over him. Richard quickly ascertained that the naked Captain was, kn fact, dead. He pulled him off Nathaniel’s back; as he did so the Captain’s massive cock, by now forlornly limp, slipped of Nathaniel’s anus. Evidently the Captain had wanted to restore his sexual hegemony over Nathaniel, which he had thought to do, by first giving him the mother of all canings, followed by a very hard, exemplary, anal fuck. He had barely penetrated Nathaniel’s anus, with his rock-hard, erect penis and made his first thrust, when he had evidently had a heart attack and dropped dead on top of Nathaniel, with his cock still embedded deep inside him.
Neither Nathaniel nor Richard had ever before seen a dead body and did not know what was best to do. As the Captain had only just died, rigor mortis had not yet set in, rendering his body rigid, the two them decided to re-dress the Captain fully in his normal clothes and lay him down on his bed, with his wig beside him, as if he had just taken it off to lie down to rest before lunch. Nathaniel also put back on his clothes and Richard resumed his post, as junior office on deck.
A little while later, Nathaniel approached, Lieutenant James Trubshaw, the senior commissioned officer under Captain Hard’s command and told him that he had just found the Captain lying on his bed stone dead. He fed the lieutenant the fiction that the Captain had, as usual, come back to his cabin around midday, but that he had said he was feeling a slight malaise and had gone to his cabin to rest before lunch. At half past twelve, as he had still not reappeared and with lunch now on the table, Nathaniel had gone to his bedroom cabin and found him lying dead on his bed, presumably from a heart attack.
Lieutenant Trubshaw swallowed this story, hook, line and sinker, and, as the most senior commissioned officer on board the ship, he immediately assumed command of HMS Venus. The Venus, whose normal duty was to patrol the coastal waters of southern England, to defend the country against the odd marauding French vessel. Britain had, in 1800, just commenced what were known as the Napoleonic Wars (1800-1815) against France.
At the time of Captain Hard’s premature death, the Venus was anchored in Portsmouth Harbour for revictualling. Thus, the Captain’s body was not committed to the deep, but instead was buried in Portsmouth Cemetery. His funeral was attended by few; the Admiralty in London did not even send the most junior of its admirals to represent them and the Captain had no known relatives. So only the Resident Rear Admiral, responsible for the port of Portsmouth, represented the Admiralty, which did not even condescend to send anyone more senior from London to his funeral; such was the class distinction observed, even in death. The ship’s crew was represented by one chosen able seaman and Lieutenant Trubshaw, who was accompanied by one other commissioned officer, reflecting the Captain’s lack of popularity. No one mourned his passing, except Nathaniel, who would be forever grateful to the Captain for having allowed him finally to discover and embrace his true sexuality.
CHAPTER 10
Lieutenant Trubshaw, an overweening man, then of some 35 years, who wore his self-perceived superiority over his fellow officers, vaingloriously on his sleeve, had secretly rejoiced that Captain Hard had died so suddenly, as it had opened up the possibility of promotion to the rank of captain for him. Someone had to be in charge of the ship albeit it temporarily; and as the most senior officer on board the Venus, Lieutenant Trubshaw naturally assumed command of the ship; hoping against hope that his temporary command would be made permanent.
However, it was not to be, as the Resident Rear Admiral in Portsmouth had to await instructions from the Admiralty in London, where, on account of his posturing vanity and overeager pushiness, Lieutenant Trubshaw was not well-liked. Within a week of the Captain’s death, another, newly, promoted senior officer, Thomas Greene was named as captain of the Venus and Lieutenant James Trubshaw was forced to eat humble pie and revert to his former post of senior officer, this time under Captain Greene, which he did with ill-concealed lack of grace.
Nathaniel continued as cabin-boy to the new Captain for about a year. Thomas Greene was completely different kettle of fish to the late Captain Hard. He was not at all interested sex, least of all man-on-man sex which, for obvious reasons, then was rife, among all ranks, when at sea for several weeks, which often stretched into months at a time. Sex is a great leveller of men, irrespective of class. Nature has programmed the average man, irrespective of his sexual orientation, to desire to copulate frequently for pleasure. Surprisingly, even when at sea and deprived of female company, Captain Greene treated Nathaniel just as his male servant and general factotum, with not even the slightest of sexual innuendoes.
Captain Greene was that seldom-found paragon of all virtues: a married man, with several children, who eschewed every sexual temptation whether at sea or on land, and who was always faithful to his wife. But he was realist, who saw that most men were not like him and required regular sex. And so, he looked benignly on the homosexual activities of his crew, whom he perceived, not as society at large then viewed them – and to a large extent still does today – as perverts, committing unspeakable acts with each other, but as healthy men, adapting their sexual appetites to the exigencies of the situation in which they found themselves. For two committed gay men, as both Nathaniel and Richard were, life under Captain Greene became very easy.
The Venus was, by any standards, a very large ship of war, with two gun decks and 100 muzzle-loading cannons, 50 on each deck, of which 25 to port and 25 to starboard. She had three levels of spacious cabins, located in the stern, directly below the poop deck. On the upper level were located the captain’s quarters. Normally the Venus carried a crew of 600 -700 sailors, many powder monkeys, three lieutenants and sundry other commissioned officers, who together occupied the other cabins in the stern of the ship. The three commissioned lieutenants, of which Richard fforbes-Dick was the junior, each had their own cabin. The other officers, all selected from the British upper classes, were forced to double-up and share their cabins with others.
Nathaniel was very pleased to see that Captain Greene was not at all interested in him sexually and took, for that time, an unusually relaxed, live-and-let-live attitude to homosexual acts between members of his crew, officers included. Nathaniel quickly learned that as long he obeyed the Captain’s every order promptly and did his duties as cabin-boy and general factotum correctly and on time, once the Captain had retired for the night to his bed. Nathaniel \was free to sleep wherever and with whomever he wanted. Gone was the obligation to sleep on the paillasse at the foot of the Captain’s bed, as in Captain William Hard’s days. Nathaniel quickly learned that learned that the Captain was a stickler for punctuality; be a minute late with anything and his bare backside would always systematically later suffer the bite of the Captain’s cane; Under Captain Greene, who used the cane on him quite often, it was as if he was still a pupil at Winchester again, visiting the Headmaster’s study, to be birched for some minor offence.
For the next three months at sea, Nathaniel and Richard slept together each night in the privacy of Richard’s cabin, consolidating their sexual knowledge of each other. When the Venus next sailed into Portsmouth, they both knew, without question that fate had decreed that they should be together; that they were totally in love with each other. A cynical observer might have said puppy love, which would not last; a love, which the late adolescent Nathaniel, who had only ever had sex with one man, Captain Hard, other than with Richard. Richard had really introduced Nathaniel to all aspects of gay sex, as his first true sex partner. In the euphoria of having finally discovered his own true libido, Nathaniel had responded vigorously. However, they would have been wrong about puppy love, as the passion, which Nathaniel evinced for Richard was reciprocated; and the two of them, then young men, both knew that they were destined to be together for the rest of their lives.
Then an event occurred, which was to radically change Nathaniel’s daily life on the Venus. Captain Greene, a very perceptive. educated, well-spoken gentleman who came from a wealthy background, had observed that his cabin-boy was of a cut, well above the normal rag-bag of street youths who were press-ganged into serving into serving in the Royal Navy. He too was totally unaware of the fact that Nathaniel was an aristocrat, to the manner born, and was heir to one of the premier marquessates in England, of which, in 1800 there were only about 30. He decided unilaterally that his cabin-boy was worthy of greater things than being a downtrodden skivvy as a in the Royal Navy all his life and promoted him to the rank of midshipman.
The rank of midshipman was populated by young gentlemen, who had the intention of making their careers in the Royal Navy, as commissioned officers, with the rank of lieutenant, with the ultimate prospect of becoming commanding officer and the captaincy of a ship. Captain Greene thereby put Nathaniel’s foot on the ladder to an upwards career as a lieutenant in the Royal Navy. Nathaniel, aged 19 when he was made midshipman, was older than most of his companions, whose average age was about 17. It was the first time since leaving Winchester that he had lived among a group of lads of more or less the same age and from upper class, if not aristocratic backgrounds.
However, there was an important difference between Nathaniel’s life at Winchester and his life now, on board the Venus. There, he had been a timid virgin, uncertain of his own sexual orientation; whereas now, on board ship, he was viewed by his fellow midshipmen, as the grand old man of sex. Old , which, he was most certainly not; he was a young man willing to share his sexual expertise, with those of his fellows, who solicited him; and there were very many who did; basically, to satisfy their curiosity. Nathaniel was able partially to make up for the time at Winchester, which he had spent in a sexual desert of his own making, and sow, at least part of his personal, wild oat-seed, which he still had figuratively in store.
He never slept together with any of his fellow midshipmen, restricting his sexual activities with them to the odd, quick fuck, snatched during the day in any convenient cubbyhole. However, like a homing pigeon, each evening, he flew back to his spiritual nest into the arms of Richard fforbes-Dick, whom he loved to distraction and with whom he had already formed a mutual, but as yet unspoken, unbreakable bond. In his sexual dealings with his fellow midshipmen, Nathaniel did not make the same, one-sided mistake that Captain Hard had made with him, in that he allowed anyone, who was interested to exercise himself sexually with him, to have a place in the sun. Nathaniel, after much fingernail-biting, had finally acknowledged that he was a homosexual and was totally happy in his skin with it. Richard summed up to Nathaniel’s approach to sex, in a laudatory flurry of alliteration to him, in which he described Nathaniel as being: a vigorous, amenable gay guy, who, whether recto or verso, always gives his partner total satisfaction, as he is always a commendably completely confident, cocksure, consummate, competent copulator, equally ad home whether as top or bottom.
Was Richard worried about some attractive, young stud usurping his own relationship with Nathaniel; that Nathaniel might find among his fellow midshipmen, someone who captured his affections more than himself, leaving him gnashing his teeth in rage at having lost an incomparable partner? No, not at all; for Richard realised that both of them, in his own way, had had his private Damascene conversion and had fallen in love with the other; at the moment they had first met aboard the Venus, when Nathaniel had ceded to him what was left of his virginity on the Captain’s bed.
On first meeting Nathaniel and having sex with him, which was, for Nathaniel, the first time that his still virgin cock had touched another man, Richard had suddenly realised that Nathaniel was different from any of his many sexual conquests in the past. Nathaniel had been a totally inexperienced cocksman on that first occasion, but he had nevertheless, with great elan, ceded his cock’s virginity to Richard, as if the initial act of penetration was one, which he accomplished every day of his life; and with that flourish, as if to the aristocratic manner born; which, of course, he was. Even though Nathaniel was totally inexperienced, Richard had found that having sex with him as top was exhilaratingly enjoyable, in a way which he had never encountered previously; and he had, to say the very least, had been personally penetrated by the cocks of many different partners.
But the icing on the cake for Richard came after Nathaniel had actively ceded to him what was left of his virginity by piercing Richard’s anus with his cock, and was, in this his maiden performance, on the point of orgasm himself; Nathaniel had, nevertheless, held himself back from his own climax and had thereby shown to Richard that he cared about his bottom partner’s satisfaction, as much as his own.
He had had the confidence and stamina to persist in his thrusting, which had become quicker and more forceful with his increasing arousal, until, with his penis alone, he had succeeded in that nec plus ultra of male-on-male, anal sex and had induced in Richard his orgasm, simultaneous with his own. This mythical, quasi-unachievable state of nirvana, was an absolute first for Richard, who was transported thereby into unimaginable heights of pleasure, in the joint deluge of semen, which was released, as the two of them climaxed together. Richard realised, there and then, that Nathaniel had that rare, innate ability to please his bottom partner, as much as he pleased himself, and that he had found a partner in thousand in Nathaniel, who was beyond price,
CHAPTER 11
For the next six months, during which Nathaniel enjoyed his comparative freedom as a midshipman, from the chores of being at the beck and call as cabin-boy to Captain Greene, the Venus patrolled the south and east coasts of England from Cornwall to Kent, protecting the country against occasional attacks from single, marauding French vessels. As the Venus was not actually on war footing against the French, she returned to Portsmouth every fortnight to take on drinking water and fresh food. The crew were given shore leave on such occasions, permitting them to ease their pent-up sexual frustrations, by visiting any of the numerous brothels, which abounded in the port area.
Nathaniel found that being promoted to the rank of midshipman, as a trainee officer, was not all sweet light. Indeed not; the midshipmen were subject to a rigorous training routine and discipline under their trainer, a Chief Petty Officer, a rank beneath commissioned officer. On the Venus, Chief Petty Officer, Albert Pound was hard and sadistic task master, who took every opportunity to apply his cane to the bare buttocks of every midshipman, for even the smallest of infractions. Canings under his regime were almost a daily occurrence, carried out each day on the main deck at 11 a.m. The entire contingent of midshipmen, normally, some ten to fifteen in number, of whom some were just boys in their early teens, were required, each day, to assembled on the main deck at 11 a.m. to witness the shredding of those of their companions’ naked buttocks, who had been slated for punishment. Rarely a day went by, but what at least one midshipman was caned.
Chief Petty Officer (CPO) Pound was not one to hold back on the strength his blows with the cane; and the majority of times the young men, who had been punished, stood up from the cannon, over which they had been forced to bend, to present their buttocks to the not so tender, loving care of cane, with their arses flecked with blood, where the swingeing strokes of the cane had broken the skin. Twelve strokes of the cane were par for the course; but for more serious offences, CPO Pound had no compunction in upping the allocation to 24 strokes. Occasionally some midshipmen were severely caned twice in one week. The fact that their buttocks were in a parlous state from a previous caning, was ignored by CPO Pound, who brutally enforced the extremely, severe discipline, for which the Royal Navy was infamously noted. As a midshipman on board the Venus, if you valued your arse, whenever CPO Pound said jump, you did not question him; you jumped.
One of the two reasons why CPO Pound really enjoyed making the midshipmen jump through the hoop, is that he derived great satisfaction in exerting his power – albeit, but temporary – over young midshipmen; midshipmen, who would eventually become commissioned officers, a rank superior to his own, before whom, if he knew what was good for him, he would be obliged to grovel. The second reason was that he basically was an utterly sadistic bastard, who enjoyed inflicting pain on others; particularly on young men’s bare arses with the cane; which aroused him sexually.
The fact that England was at relative peace with its traditional, arch-enemy France, kept the Venus on its mission to guard the southern coastline of the island of Great Britain for the next two years, from the time Nathaniel had become a midshipman. During this relatively peaceful time, the Venus sailed into Portsmouth harbour each fortnight to re-victual and give shore leave to the crew to the crew, which gave Lieutenant Richard fforbes-Dick an idea. Richard wanted desperately to secure Nathaniel’s future at his side – better put, in his bed – as a junior commissioned officer on board a ship.
Therefore, he took to praising Nathaniel’s progress as a midshipman to Captain Greene and persuaded him to enrol Nathaniel at the Royal Naval Academy in Portsmouth on a six month, fast-track training course on the elements of seamanship, for potential, high-flier, would-be officers. One might have thought that Richard was shooting himself in the foot in relinquishing his lover to a training course. Why should he deprive himself of the nightly pleasure of sharing his bed with Nathaniel? However, Richard’s thinking was long-term; what he had in mind was that once Nathaniel had completed the course, he would persuade his father, Admiral fforbes-Dick, who was in charge of recruitment of sea-going officers at the Admiralty in London, to allow Nathaniel immediately to sit the obligatory examination which all midshipmen were obliged to pass before receiving their commission as a junior lieutenant.
Richard’s scheming took the matter still further; he then intended to persuade his father to assign the newly commissioned officer, Junior Lieutenant Nathaniel Legge, to his first post at sea on board the Venus, thereby ensuring his own sexual future with the person he loved most in the world, and for whom he would have moved mountains to keep as his alone. When Nathaniel first heard of Richard’s plan for his future, at first, he was horrified. There are always two sides to any relationship and now that Nathaniel had found his sexual feet with Richard, he was loathe to change anything, which might rock the boat of his nightly pleasure of sex with Richard, whose love for him he reciprocated to abstraction.
However, Richard was very persuasive and convinced Nathaniel that it was a good idea for them to separate and to indulge their sexual passion for each other, at fortnightly intervals, when the Venus visited Portsmouth for revictualling. Richard was quite sure that he would not lose Nathaniel to someone new, whom he had met on the course, as he felt the bond between them was unbreakably strong. Richard, somewhat altruistically, also wanted Nathaniel, whom he saw as the love of his life, to have, at least retroactively, the formative opportunity, which he personally considered every gay, young-man’s birth-right, to exercise himself experimentally with a variety of other males, gay or not, who expressed themselves willing. This, the sowing of wild oats, was in Richard’s mind, the sine qua non of any gay, young man’s sexual education.
In view of Nathaniel’s late acknowledgment and acceptance of his sexuality to himself, Richard thought that his lover had missed out on those formative, experimental years at Winchester, when he was sixteen years old and was foot-loose-and-cock-free to explore the ramifications of male-on-male sex. It was Richard’s thesis that by having sex with numerous, different men, gay or not, that Natheniel would come to appreciate just how fortunate Richard and he were to have found each other.
In accordance with Richard’s plan, Nathaniel found no difficulty in filling his first week’s, nightly, sexual agenda, left empty, by the absence at sea, of his lover Richard. Nathaniel found no new contact on the training course, whether top or bottom, measured up to Richard sexually; but it was interesting for him to make up for a sexually barren youth, by being able to exercise himself sexually, both as top and bottom, with a series of willing young men.
As Richard had surmised, Nathaniel rapidly came to the conclusion that the sexual relationship they had together was really something very special. Never was a truer word spoken about anyone, than the maxim: absence makes the heart grow fonder. During each two weeks of Richard’s absence at sea on the Venus, Nathaniel quickly came to realise how indispensable to his well-being Richard had become; he awaited his return with the impatience of a dog scenting a bitch in heat, except that was better able to control his urge to fuck, than that unfortunate animal, which is unable to control itself until it finds its potential, female mate.
Not that Nathaniel lacked for sex partners; quite the contrary, in fact. Once those of his fellow students of the same sexual persuasion as him, had sampled sex with him, Nathaniel’s fame as a provider of the unrivalled, sexual experience was assured. He was overwhelmed by the demand from what might best be described as curiosity satisfiers: a group of young men, who are deprived of access to female company. This phenomenon pertains on board a ship when at sea, in public schools, where boys board; and also, not surprisingly, to this very training course for midshipmen, seeking to become commissioned offices in the Royal Navy, where a group of young men were sequestered for a period of six months , without access to female company.
For some idiotic reason, the Admiralty had seen fit to confine the young male participants to barracks for the duration of the course. On the course, the number of true practising homosexuals, such as Nathaniel, was relatively limited; but they quickly found one another and formed a mutual bond, satisfying each other’s immediate sexual needs, if only temporarily; as was the case with Nathaniel, who needed someone to take Richard’s place, as he could no longer exist without regular sex. The majority of the other midshipmen on the course, fell into the category of heterosexual young men with sex hormones (of course, undiscovered, at that time) coursing through their veins, who were feeling deprived of female company by the Admiralty, which should have known better than to confine them to barracks for six months.
Not surprisingly, therefore, there was a strong contingent of basically heterosexual young men, much like Nathaniel’s younger brother, Edward, who needed to have sex regularly with a female, and who, were willing to try anything once, to relieve the sexual tension brought on by their deprivation of access to the opposite sex. There was also a group, who wanted to have sex with another man, just to satisfy their curiosity. This mix of sexual motivations had created a hot-bed of man-on-man sex, among the midshipmen on the course.
Naturally, Nathaniel was more than willing to serve both his gay homologues on the course as well as his heterosexual counterparts; but he had to contend with mainly serving as bottom, as the majority of his encounters involved servicing the overwhelming number of regular guys, who, deprived of female company, wanted themselves actively to exercise their cocks, So, for Nathaniel, in most of his encounters, it was basically back to his early days under Captain Hard, when, each evening, he had had his anal muscles regularly stretched by the Captain’s formidable, steely endowment. However, since those early introductory days to gay sex with the Captain, Nathaniel had learned the technique, which few gay men ever master, of what it takes to be good bottom for one’s partner. He doubted whether most of his heterosexual partners had ever had their cocks gripped so firmly by the vaginal muscles of their female partners, as he automatically did, with his anal muscles during the anal sex with him.
Nathaniel swelled with pride at his prowess as a bottom, when one of his curiosity, make-do-with-what-you’ve-got, overtly, heterosexual, fellow midshipmen on the course, named Simon Underwood, who was clearly desperate for sex, had, for the first time, entirely of his own accord, penetrated Nathaniel, a man, who, in his eyes, was a pervert, said to him, post copulation: “You know, Nathaniel, it pains me to say this, as I had always thought of the likes of you as perverts, indulging in unspeakable sexual acts. However, the fuck I have just had with you has forced me to revise my opinion”
“That was easily the best fuck I have ever had in my life; and let me assure you, I have fucked a lot of women since I discovered sex at the age of sixteen, when I was still at school. (Echoes of Nathaniel’s brother, Edward, here!) Fucking you just was the first time I have ever had sex with a man and I have to say that I absolutely loved it. The orgasm, which I had deep inside you, was more intense than any that I have ever previously experienced in fucking a female. And let me tell you that I know what I am talking about, as I have fucked literally dozens of different women. I think that your gripping my cock so firmly, making me work so hard to climax inside you, is your secret weapon; and I thank you from the bottom of my heart, for enabling me to have the best and most intense sexual experience of my life to date.”
Simon Underwood had one of the biggest cocks – an absolute monster of an anus slayer – that Nathaniel had ever seen; and to judge from his performance as a top with Nathaniel, he must have been a sheer delight to any of his female conquests.
However, things are not always as they seem to be, on first sight. Simon Underwood was, like Nathaniel, a midshipman, who spent the most of his time at sea. His sexual encounter with Nathaniel was his first sexual experience with another man. He had, quite incredibly though it might seem, always stuck to his prejudiced guns and had resisted the temptation to indulge in sex with any of his fellow midshipmen, among whom sex was both frequent and intensely rampant Simon had always reserved his sexual philandering of his truly amazing cock, for on-shore leave with a variety of upmarket prostitutes.
When at sea, he had assuaged his sexual desires, by masturbating, always in private. The fact of the matter was that Simon Underwood did not have a single woman, with whom he shared his cock regularly. True to what he had always considered as his immutable moral convictions, he had viewed two men who indulged in sex with each other, as perverts; that was, until now!
Now however, faced with six months solitary masturbation, with no prospect of a female in view, he unsuccessfully endeavoured to convince himself, that it would not be compromising his principles, to put them on hold for six months, for the duration of the course. Having totally enjoyed his first venture of sex with Nathaniel, he told himself, unconvincingly, that, in spite of his long held prejudices, it would be all right to have sex with another man, for the period of the course. He could not envisage six months without exercising his cock, of which he was justly proud, on another warm body: albeit a male warm body.
Force majeure, in the form of a stupid decision by the Admiralty to confine a group of young men to barracks for the entire six months, had dictated that he and his companions on the course must either remain celibate for six months or have sex with another man to satisfy their libidos. The fact of the matter was that Simon had immensely enjoyed his one experience of sex with Nathaniel, more than he had ever believed possible. It truly had been the best sexual experience he had ever had and he wanted to continue with it.
Nathaniel was overwhelmed by the fulsome praise from Simon, the first superficially, heterosexual man, with whom he had ever had serious sex. However, basking in the immediate euphoria of praise, he did not allow himself to lose sight of the fact that he also had agenda of his own sexual needs to fill for the next six months of the course, left by the prolonged, forced, daily absence, at sea, of Richard fforbes-Dick from his life. Since his introduction to gay sex by Captain Hard and his liaison with Richard, the only other man apart from the Captain, with whom he had ever had sex, Nathaniel, who had had problems defining his own sexuality, had hesitated before deciding that he was, in fact, born a homosexual. However, he had become so addicted to loving sex with Richard, that he could no longer do without it.
In Simon Underwood, whom he had liked, from the moment he had seen him naked, he saw a potential, temporary replacement for the absent Richard, the absolute love of his life, whom, he knew in his heart of hearts, no one could ever replace, But needs must and a fortnight – the Venus and Richard were, then, regularly in in Portsmouth, every fortnight – was a long time to be without active sex for Nathaniel. He had not insisted that Richard be faithful to him when at sea, as he knew that Richard needed active sex as frequently as he himself did.
He, therefore, struck whilst the iron was hot and said to Simon: “Praise, coming from a regular heterosexual guy, like you, Simon, for a homosexual guy, like me, is praise indeed. As you have evidently greatly enjoyed your first sexual encounter with – God forbid it – a man, whom, prior to having sex with him, you thought of as a pervert. I wondered if you could lay aside, at least, temporarily, your prejudices against men like me, and allow yourself the pleasure of exploring, on a regular basis, the full ramifications of having sex with a man for the entire duration of the course, which has brought us together?”
“Look, Simon, let us lay our cards on the table and talk turkey. Evidently, we both enjoyed our first experience together and, speaking for myself, I need sex with another man regularly. Given that we are confined to barracks on this course for the next six months, with no access to female company, which you crave, the only twoimmediate alternatives open to you are to have sex with another man or to remain celibate and renounce sex for duration of the course. Both you and I know, as quite different, but healthy, sexually-motivated, young men, to renounce regular sex for a period of six months would be a fate worse than death.”
“Of course, you could go absent without leave and seek a one-time solution, and somewhere in Portsmouth, find a woman to assuage your obvious sexual appetite and risk, if caught sneaking back into the barracks, a bare arse caning from the Petty Officer charged with maintaining discipline among the midshipmen on this course. And make no mistake, Simon, as midshipmen, we are all subject to the same naval discipline as if on board ship, whilst we are here on this course. And speaking as someone who has been caned as midshipman a number of times, I can assure you, as you probably already know, from your own personal experience as a midshipman, a bare-arse, naval caning is something to be avoided, if at all possible.”
“So, Simon as you and I seem to have taken a liking to each other and seem good together sexually, what I am suggesting is that you temporarily shelve your prejudices against men like me and let me show you the full pleasure of homosexual sex, of which you have tasted only one aspect, which to judge from the praise, which you have just lavished on me, I know you found more than just pleasing. I am not suggesting that I should attempt to convert into becoming a homosexual, like me, but that you benefit from my experience to ease your pangs for sex with a female, during the next sixth months. I do not have to remind you that for a young men like us, in whom the sex-drive is at its most powerful right now, six months is a long time to remain celibate. Do not think that this proposition is in any way altruistic, for it is certainly is not; I myself need sex as much and as often as you do. The only difference is that I prefer to have sex with men and you, apparently, prefer women.”
“Simon, I will lay all my cards on the table. Like you, I need regular sex to survive. However, my heart is already committed to a commissioned officer, to which rank, both you and I hope, one day, to accede. He and I, pushed strongly by him, have agreed to part for six months, to allow me as a midshipman, to complete this fast track course to a commission as a junior lieutenant in the Royal Navy, which I imagine is also your ambition. In so doing, we have both cut ourselves off from our daily sex routine. So, you see, if you were to agree to my proposition, we would each be doing the other a huge favour. I suggest to you that for six months we could indulge in daily sex, with no strings attached, and, after the course, each return to our respective ships as junior officers. We would thereby be mutually saving ourselves from a fate worse than death: six sexless months in this mausoleum of a place!”
“Simon, you have just said, that penetrating that my arse with your cock, was the best fuck that you had ever had. Well, just let me tell you, Simon, that I am as good a top, as you evidently think I am a bottom and that I like performing both acts equally. You may have thought that you alone were responsible for the intensity the orgasm you had in fucking me just now. Just bear with me for a moment and allow me, briefly, to blow my own trumpet, to tell you that the intensity of the orgasm which you had just now, was not just due to your efforts alone. I assured myself that your cock was well lubricated before even allowing you to penetrate me and gripped it firmly whilst you fucked me.”
“You may or may not be aware that lower male colon, which serves as surrogate vagina for us perverts and receives the top’s cock during homosexual intercourse, unlike the female vagina, does not auto-lubricate during anal sex. So, if I had not insisted on prior lubrication of your cock prior to allowing you to penetrate me, both of us would have had a rather uncomfortable experience and you would have been put-off male-on-male sex forever, confirming, in your mind, the view, generally held by the public at large, that we are all a lot of perverts indulging in unspeakable, deviant practices. In fact, we, who are sexually attracted to other men rather than to women, are performing an act together, which seems as normal to us, as copulating with a woman does to the vast majority of men.”
“I would draw your attention to the fact that the aim of what is considered as normal sex, between a man and a woman, is basically to produce children; to assure the continuation of the human race. However, given that the majority of human beings find sexual intercourse an agreeably addictive pastime, we, both man and woman, have usurped it as a means of giving ourselves pleasure; indeed, as some would say, the greatest of all pleasures, known to mankind, which after one taste, most men can no longer relinquish. So, why should the tiny minority among men, who are attracted towards other men rather than towards women, be denied the right to the same pleasure?”
“Simon, you have already taken the first step to satisfy your curiosity, to find out what it would be like to have sex with another man, which, according to what you have said, you found to have been much more than just to your liking. So, what have you to lose, other than your anal virginity, the first time I fuck you and penetrate your anus with my cock? I urge you to set aside your residual prejudices that men like me are perverts. Simon, if you refuse my overture to you, you will have nothing by way of sex for the next six months, other than solitary masturbation. Six months is a long time to deprive yourself of the unique pleasure of having sex with another person. Masturbation, which I consider to be a last resort, is a poor substitute for having sex with another warm and living body, even if it is of the same sex as yourself, as you have just experienced with me.”
Simon, inwardly digested all that Nathaniel had just said to him and then answered: “Nathaniel, my friend, everything you have just said is quite true apart from one little detail. You have assumed that, I was a normal man, enjoying regularly sex with women, as I do, or, rather did, until robbed temporarily of my rights as a healthy young man, by the Admiralty confining us to barracks on this damned course.
Before I had sex with you just now, to satisfy my curiosity, I was a virgin, as far as homosexual sex was concerned. Nathaniel, you levelled with me about your interests, so as a gentleman, who is ready, rather reluctantly, to compromise his principles, I accept your proposition of a temporary, sexual liaison for the period of our mutual confinement to barracks on the additional condition that you confine your sexual activities strictly to me, for the duration of this course. However, I feel obliged to tell you that I am not the anal virgin, which you have assumed me to be. You see, at school, when I was only fifteen years old several sixth former jumped on me and forced me to have sex with them. So my anal virginity was lost at an early age.”
Nathaniel replied: “Simon, I have no difficulty in agreeing to your first condition. However, you are additionally asking me to renounce the man I truly love. You see, to put you fully in the picture, I am totally committed to a junior lieutenant on board HMS Venus, which at present patrols the English coast, to ward of any marauding French vessel which might attack England. As, under the present conditions, the Venus regularly pulls into Portsmouth harbour about once every two weeks for revictualling, this will allow us to be together as lovers, which occasion I cannot renounce in favour of you. So, if we are to get together, I must insist that you drop your second condition; otherwise, the whole idea is a non-starter. You cannot expect me to renounce, in favour of you, the very man, whom I deeply love and who taught me everything that I know about sex.”
Simon, basically anxious to ensure his sexual future for the next six months whilst on the course, seeing in Nathaniel, whom he truly liked, his only hope for satisfying discreetly his regular need for sex, replied: “I had no idea when I spoke that you were so intimately close to another man; I have no intention of being someone who comes between you and your long-term lover; therefore, I have no objection to you having sex with him whenever he is in port, on condition that you otherwise restrict your sexual favours uniquely to me, for the duration of the course.”
Both young men heaved and inward sigh of relief that this hiccup, which had threatened to derail what was eventually to become a glorious, six-months marathon of sexual excess between the two them, had so easily been resolved.
The fact of the matter was that neither Nathaniel nor Simon had wanted the proposed liaison to fail on a disagreement over conditions, before it had started. Richard, who had been the architect of Nathaniel’s introduction to gay sex, had seen that his lover, now that he had accepted that he was gay, could not exist without regular sex. He also felt that Nathaniel, due basically to his own hesitant timidity about his ultimate sexuality, had missed out on what might best be described as a misspent sexual youth at Winchester. In Richard’s view, Nathaniel had allowed the golden opportunity to explore his own sexuality, with like-minded young men of his own social class, to slip through his fingers.
For these reasons, coupled with the fact that he himself was desperately in love with Nathaniel and wanted him to be promoted to the rank of junior lieutenant, at his side on board the Venus, to which end, he had arranged the fast track course towards a commission. His thinking had been that the course was gift from God; it would allow Nathaniel retroactively to sow his wild oats among other young men who were also similarly deprived of regular sex. However, he had been so wrong in his assessment of the direction ofNathaniel’s sexual libido.
It just showed how little Richard knew his lover; for Nathaniel, who, contrary to Richard’s supposition, was about to eschew the sexual pleasure of playing off the young men, who were his fellow companions on the course; he was about to settle his sex-life, for the next six months, on one man, Simon Underwood, who ostensibly espoused the popular opinion that the likes of Richard and Nathaniel were sexual perverts.
In fact, Simon Underwood had so enjoyed his one sex session with Nathaniel that he had had no difficulty at all, temporarily – or so he thought at the time – throwing his prejudices to the wind. He had reasoned to himself that, as only men would be available to him for sex during the next six months and as he could not contemplate total sexual abstinence for such a long period, he had better make the best of the situation in which he found himself and compromise his principles – but just so far – and with but one man, Nathaniel, whom he liked enormously.
So, to paraphrase the first lines of the opening monologue, spoken by Richard, then Duke of Gloucester, in Shakespeare’s play, Richard the Third, both Nathaniel and Simon, in coming together, by common accord, turned what had been: the potential winter of their discontent into a glorious six months of summer. sexual satisfaction.
CHAPTER 12
Once the die was cast and the agreement between the two young men metaphorically signed, sealed and delivered, Simon, made no secret of the fact that he again, immediately wanted Nathaniel sexually. Their first encounter, pushed by Simon, took place in Nathaniel’s room, later that same evening. Both young men quickly shed their clothes and looked at one another; this was only the second time that they had seen each other naked; both of them looked at the other, with hungry, lascivious eyes, which said it all.
The eyes of both young men, were focused on their prospective partner’s secret weapon, the fount of all future sexual pleasure together. The two of them were each massively over-endowed sexually, with penises, which would have made any normally sexed man green with envy.
Nathaniel, who, in spite of his former timidity, had become something of a connoisseur when it came to judging cocks; with characteristic honesty, he admitted to himself that Simon possessed the biggest and most attractive looking cock that he had ever seen, and that he had been extremely fortunate to have already sampled it in action, by allowing Simon to fuck him during their first sexual encounter. Nathaniel only hoped that is own cock would not let him down during the next session with Simon, when Nathaniel had every intention of fucking Simon’s anus for the first time.
For his prowess as a bottom, Nathaniel could rest on his laurels, for Simon had already praised him to high heaven, as being the best fuck, he had ever had in his life; praise indeed, coming from someone, who had just thrown his creed out of the window, in the interest of his own, sexual self-gratification, with another man, whom he had hitherto thought of as a pervert. Nathaniel had talked big to Simon of is sexual prowess as a top; but, as everyone knows, the proof of the pudding lies in the eating thereof. So, he knew that it was up to him to make good on his boast and to show, the first time he penetrated Simon, who would be his constant, sex partner for the next six months, that he was the extraordinary top he had claimed himself to be.
Simon, meanwhile, was looking at the Nathaniel and physically liking what he saw; how could anyone not admire Nathaniel? He was basically having to revise his opinions on the man he had, until now, considered to be a pervert. Simon, a hitherto heterosexual stalwart was seeing his long-held, as he had thought, immutable beliefs, cut to shreds, by his own, willing actions with Nathaniel. He was secretly ashamed of himself for having enormously enjoyed his one-and-only, active fuck with a man.
He tried unsuccessfully to convince himself that force of circumstances had driven him to commit an act, which he had formerly seen as abhorrent, attempting, unsuccessfully to himself, to put the blame on the stick-in-the-mud, powers-that-be at the Admiralty, for having had the extremely bad idea to confine a group of young men to barracks for six months, most of whom needed regular sex; what on earth had possessed the Admiralty to do such a thing? But, in his heart of hearts he knew that he was deluding himself. The simple fact of the matter was that he had enjoyed fucking Nathaniel and wanted him still more than he had, until now, ever believed he could want any man.
From the moment that they had first met, Simon had known that he had been sexually attracted to Nathaniel. And the one occasion that he had had sex with Nathaniel, had been, undeniably, quite exceptional. He had never had an orgasm with a woman to compare in intensity and to give him personally such satisfaction, as that one he had had fucking Nathaniel; and, since the age of sixteen, he had had sex with countless women.
He had not been exaggerating on how he had felt, when he had subsequently told Nathaniel that the fuck, he had just had with him, had been his best ever; it had been the absolute truth. Now that Nathaniel was preparing to fuck him, Simon was disgusted with himself, to find that he was figuratively chomping at the bit in the anticipation of the pleasure to come, for allowing himself willingly to be fucked by a grown man for the first time ever. He discounted is sexual experiences at school, which had been forced on him by older boys. So to all intents and purposes, ikn Simon’s mind, Nathaniel would be penetrating what was tantamount to a virgin anus.
If anyone had told him when he had enrolled for the course that he would end up fucking and being fucked by one of his male homologues, he would have dismissed the person, making the remark. as raving mad. He was seen by his fellow midshipmen, and considered himself to be, an architype example of vigorous heterosexuality. Yet he had just done what he had hitherto considered as the unspeakable and had fucked Nathaniel, another man. He had been both simultaneously both surprised and disgusted with himself for enjoying the experience enormously. He could not escape from the uncomfortable fact that he was now looking forward, with relish, to being penetrated by Nathaniel’s cock, which, , would make him too, what he had, until now, he had, in his recent vocabulary, always considered as a pervert.
Simon was in the throes of learning that he was at least bisexual; meaning that he was a man who was sexually attracted to members of both genders. There were horses for courses, and he had been tempted to run on one, which had been unfamiliar to him, until just now. And he hated himself for enjoying an experience, of which he, in principle, disapproved, but, from the grip of which, he knew deep down, inside of his psyche, he could never escape. With Nathaniel, he had discovered gay sex, which he had found, to his surprise, tinged initially with disgust, that liked enormously.
Simon watched fascinated, while Nathaniel, in his full view, unashamedly lubricated his own penis ready for action. Nathaniel’s cannon, now formidably erect and rock-hard, was equally impressive as that of his younger brother Edward, of which Nathaniel had always been envious, for no good reason, other than, perhaps, Edward had flaunted his erect member in front of him whenever he could. Edward had also continually boasted of his female conquests to his brother, fully aware that Nathaniel was wrestling with his own libido and was still uncertain as to whether he wanted to run with the hare or hunt with hounds, so to speak.
There is no doubt that Edward, for a young man of his modest stature and physique, had a truly remarkable penis of which he was justifiably proud, and which is shown in the photo in the most aggressively erect, cock-sure, (literally) look-at-me, confident pose. There is little wonder, with his physical attributes and ready charm, he had no difficulty in seducing any woman he wanted. But Nathaniel had an equally impressive erection, as shown in the comparative role model of the two brothers.
The days of lack of confidence of Nathaniel in himself as a practitioner of gay sex were long gone. Now, as he was lubricating his cock to penetrate Simon, for the first time, Nathaniel somehow sensed that Simon’s formerly rigid, negative attitude to male-on-male gay-sex was changing; that he was now eager to have his anal muscles stretched by a large cock. Nathaniel finished lubricating his cock and prepared to fuck Simon.
Without any hesitation and without asking Simon which position he preferred, for what would be his first real fuck as bottom, Nathaniel pushed Simon onto his back on the bed, spread his legs and then knelt down between them himself. But before penetrating Simon, Nathaniel suddenly took his partner’s cock into his mouth and began to suck on it, thereby sending Simon into paroxysms of immediate pleasure. This was the first time, other than fucking Nathaniel earlier, that Simon’s cock had ever been touched by another man; without protest, he nowd allowed Nathaniel to take his most precious, personal, sexual attribute into his mouth.
Simon was momentarily horrified by what he had just tacitly allowed Nathaniel to do to him. However, what was done was done and could not be undone. He quickly realised that in spite of his initial horror that he had sunk so low in his own self-esteem, now, with his cock in Nathaniel’s mouth, an act which he found most agreeably pleasant and stimulating, he sat back to enjoy the experience. As it was Simon’s first submission to the act of oral sex by anyone, he very quickly reached orgasm and explosively ejaculated his semen over Nathaniel’s face. Simon was in seventh heaven at the incontrollable reaction impulsive act to which he had been suddenly subjected.
At the precise moment of climax, Simon had his own epiphany: his partial Damascene conversion; acknowledging to himself that he was enjoying aligning himself with perverts; a derogatory term, which he had hitherto reserved to describe others committing the same act, in which as he himself was now indulging with Nathaniel; a so-called, unnatural act of sex, which he was now, in spite of himself, finally finding enjoyable; moreover, with a man, to whom, he now admitted to himself, he had been sexually attracted at first sight.
The key act of homosexuality, anal intercourse, between men, had been an imprisonable offence, in England, for both participants, since 1533. Simon was finding sex with Nathaniel, as top, was just as enjoyable, if not more so, than the sex he regularly had with a variety of women, thereby half-acknowledging to himself, if not in so many words, that he was probably bisexual.
After that initial orgasm, produced by Nathaniel’s act of fellatio, Simon, to his own inward disgust with himself, found that he could barely wait for Nathaniel’s massive, iron-hard cannon to blast its way into his anus, thereby qualifying him, as a fully-enrolled member, of what he had always despised until now and what he had always thought of as the Male Sexual Perverts Club.
Nathaniel, meanwhile, still kneeling between Simon’s legs, was as keen to fuck him, as Simon was keen to be fucked. Simon was under the illusion that he had himself just fucked Nathaniel, and, discounting his forced experiences with other boys, whilst still at school, he was about to surrender what he still considered as his anal virginity to a seasoned professional gay man. In fact, regarding Nathaniel, nothing could be further from the truth; Simon was destined to be only the third man, with whom Nathaniel had ever and active sex as a top; and it would be the first time that he would have penetrated and essentially virgin anus.
Therefore, it was not surprising, that Nathaniel, having earlier waxed lyrical to Simon of his capabilities, now that push had come to shove and he was expected to deliver on his boasts, he felt somewhat nervous. But the die was cast; his cannon was at the ready and prepared to penetrate Simon; so, he took a deep breath, as he could do no other than press on. Nathaniel had no real reason to be nervous, for he had, countless times aboard the Venus, fucked, as top, the love of his life, Richard fforbes-Dick and had usually succeeded in bringing them both simultaneously to orgasm, which was no mean feat, considering that most men gay men were unaware of the fact that, when bottoming, they could be given an orgasm by their top partner, by skillful use of his cock.
Nathaniel placed a pillow under the bottom of Simon’s back to give himself better access to his partner’s anus. He then hoisted Simon’s legs again his chest, one each side of his head, and held them there provisionally with his own arms. This mission position was the one he preferred; he could see his partner’s face, but more importantly, holding his partner’s legs.it permitted him to use the considerable force needed to bring his bottom partner to orgasm, solely by the vigorous use of his own cock.
Nathaniel looked at Simon’s anal pucker and saw that it was very tight and that his pubic area, the cleft between his legs, leading up to his anus, was free of all hair; as the saying has it, it was smooth as baby’s bottom, which augured well for a good first fuck, in which he would rob Simon of his anal virginity. So, it promised to be a first time, for both of them; Simon had never willingly had his virgin anus penetrated by the penis of another man until now; and Nathaniel’s cock had never before penetrated a virgin anus.
The fatidic, once-only moment had now arrived, when Nathaniel would, have the distinct honour and pleasure of penetrating Simon’s virgin anus with his penis, thereby claiming Simon’s anal virginity as his initial prize which would hopefully give rise to regular sexual relations between them for the entire duration of six-month training course. Simon had made abundantly clear his former, firmly held, negative view on the nature of sex between men of Nathaniel’s sexual persuasion. It now was up to Nathaniel, by his skill at gay-sex, to convince Simon, whom he still saw as a skeptic, in spite of a considerable softening of his attitude towards gay men like himself, that having anal sex with another man, either as top or bottom, could be just as rewarding for both parties, as having sex with a woman, in which the man, perforce, is obliged physically always to play the top role.
It was now up to Nathaniel to show Simon the advantages of gay sex for each partner, as they, as men, both had the physical attributes – their respective cocks and anuses – to play both top and bottom roles. In the view of Nathaniel, who enjoyed equally both the active and passive acts of gay sex, this was a win-win situation for both parties. It was now up to Nathaniel, to secure his sex-life for the next six months, by convincing Simon to think likewise. Nathaniel could hardly control his cock, which was showing its readiness to take Simon’s anal virginity, by maintaining itself rigidly erect and oozing generous quantities of pre-cum, whilst he himself was still lubricating it, prior to penetration. Nathaniel was relieved that his cock was so willing to cooperate, for he had feared that at the last moment, it would refuse to raise the flag, which would have been a source been a source of great embarrassment to him.
He gently touched Simon’s anus with the tip of his cock; Simon’s anal muscles immediately, reflexively retracted, to prevent what they sensed as a foreign body from entering the inner sanctum. Nathaniel pressed on regardless and Simon’s defensive, anal muscles relaxed enough for Nathaniel easily to slide the full length of his well-lubricated, eight-inch cock inside of Simon, thereby relieving him, in one stroke, forever of his anal virginity.
Simon let out a gentle sigh of pleasure; conditioned partly by the exhilarating feeling that he had ceded his anal virginity to another man; a man, whom he had, until now, denounced as a sexual pervert, but with whom he was now enormously enjoying one aspect of the joys of homosexual perversion himself. This, combined with the fact that he found he was enjoying the pleasurable sensation of having succumbed to the desire to feel the eight-inch rod of Nathaniel’s rampant cock, deep inside of himself, contributed massively to the revision of his attitude to men like Nathaniel, all of whom, he had formerly dismissed as sexual perverts.
He realised now, being brutally honest with himself, that in succumbing to Nathaniel he had become a pervert himself. Although somewhat reluctantly, he was forced to admit to himself that he was hugely enjoying the whole experience of having sex with another man. He could barely wait to experience the magic of orgasm, which he was sure that Nathaniel was now about to induce in him with his cock.
In view of the initial resistance of Simon’s anal muscles, Nathaniel was as certain, as anyone, other than Simon himself could be, that he had penetrated a virgin anus. For some unknown reason, Nathaniel now withdrew himself completely, from Simon, looked down on his own magnificently, iron-hard, erect penis, on which the veins, clearly visible under the skin, were throbbing in obvious anticipation of what was to come. He then thrust, with great force, the full length of his erection back into Simon’s innermost depths, sending him into throes of questioning anticipation of what sexual sensation was to come next.
Simon was so sexually aroused by the ceding of his anal virginity to Nathaniel, whom Richard had alliteratively referred to as being a consummate, competent copulator, that with that one additional powerful thrust of his cock, Nathaniel had, unbeknown to himself, brought Simon almost to the edge of his orgasm. Then, to heighten the pleasurable sensations for Simon, in this. his first experience of anal sex as a bottom, Nathaniel began systematically and seriously to fuck his partner; first, with his customary, careful, but nevertheless, powerful strokes of his cock, which became ever more frenetic, as he became more sexually aroused himself; his thinking thereby, was to demonstrate the pleasures of gay sex to Simon, leading up to that seldom achieved, but very desirable, simultaneous orgasm in both top and bottom partners.
Then something akin to a miracle happened. What usually took place, whenever Nathaniel performed as top with Richard, was that he was forced to hold himself back from his own climax, whilst he endeavoured to batter his partner, ever more strongly with his cock, to take him through to his climax. But the now totally unexpectedly happened. Simon had been so sexually aroused by the very act of penetration in losing his anal virginity to Nathaniel, combined with that first powerful stroke of his cock, that after receiving only three or four supplementary, reciprocating strokes from Nathaniel’s cock, he climaxed powerfully, ejaculating a veritable tsunami of his thick, viscous semen all over Nathaniel’s face and chest. Nathaniel had, for the first time been pipped at the post by Simon; it was he, as top, who had to continue his pounding at Simon’s arse to bring himself to orgasm.
So, Nathaniel himself, figuratively chalked up mentally, his first venture as a top with Simon, as a limited success. However, Simon, who had not known what to expect, after ceding his virginity to Nathaniel’s cock, was ecstatic at the orgasm Nathaniel had just induced in him, which surpassed in intensity by far, anything that he had ever personally generated in himself, by having sex with a female. For the first time, he now realised that, in bottoming for Nathaniel, he had been playing the role of female to Nathaniel’s cock as male top. He suddenly saw, for the first time, that if he let his prejudices against the practitioners of gay-sex drop, for the next sixth months he was on a win-win situation with his sex-life with Nathaniel.
He admitted to himself that, in spite of his prejudices, he had enjoyed equally both fucking Nathaniel and being fucked by him; on both occasions, the intensity of the orgasms he had experienced was more intense and profound than anything he had ever generated in himself, by fucking a woman; an act, which he had, in the past practised as frequently as his on-shore leave allowed; he recognised in himself, someone who needed sex very regularly. So, he told himself, quite unconvincingly, as he did not believe a single, silent word that he thought to himself, that faced with the force majeure of a sexual desert for the next six months, which he knew he would be unable to cross alone, he was justified in placing his prejudices, in what, he implausibly told himself, was a temporary hold, just for the duration of the course.
The fact of the matter was that he found the two sexual sessions, the first active when he had fucked Nathaniel, the second passive, when Nathaniel had fucked him, both infinitely more satisfying than anything he had ever experienced with a woman. He was rapidly approaching the stage where he was forced to recognise the hidden streak of homosexuality in himself, which meeting Nathaniel had activated in him, for the first time in his life. Given Nathaniel’s explorative peregrinations surrounding his own sexuality, from which he had only relatively recently emerged as committed, regular, practising homosexual, it really was a case of the blind leading the blind.
During the coming months, Simon embraced all aspects of gay sex with Nathaniel with ever increasing vigour, which prompted Nathaniel to say to him: “You know, Simon, none of us can walk away from our sexuality, which is given to each of us at birth. I think you should come at least clean with yourself, and acknowledge the fact, which is becoming more apparent to me every time we have sex together, which is now, pretty-well every day, that you are more attracted to other men than to members of the opposite sex and that you yourself are gay; that you have become yourself, and have always known that you always spiritually were, what you have hitherto described as a pervert. I am afraid, Simon, that you have to face-up to the fact that, like me, you have come late to recognising your true sexuality, which is something, with which you were born and which you can no longer ignore. I know it will be bitter pill for you to swallow, but for your own good, swallow it you must. You must finally have the courage to acknowledge the fact that are more attracted to other men rather than to members of the opposite sex.”
“I think you will find that you have greater peace of mind, if you acknowledge the fact that you are exactly like me; that you prefer having sex with other men rather than with women and have become, like me, a practising homosexual. Simon, you told me that the first time you had had sex with a man was with me; and moreover, that it was the greatest sexual experience of your life; better than anything you had ever had with a woman. Simon, in my opinion, you are like me, as gay as coot, a fact of which you have been in self-denial for too long. I can but urge you to drop your aversion to so-called perverts like me, and to accept yourself for what you are; you will find yourself much happier in expressing your true sexuality, as a so-called pervert, than in pretending that you are a regular heterosexual man; even with the general disapproval of the vast majority of people, you will find yourself being more at ease with your true self.”
“The majority of people do not think of as normal, the things we, as a gay men do to each other; whereas we, gay men, consider the anal sex that we practise completely normal; as normal as the sex practised between a man and a woman. In fact, I earnestly believe that you found your true sexual metier in life, the first time you had sex with me. If you accept that as a fact, when onboard ship and at sea, you will no longer feel obliged to restrain yourself from having sex with your fellow officers, which will save you from the soul-destroying practice of solitary masturbation to satisfy your sexual needs. And make no mistake, Simon, you do have a regular need for sex, as I know full well from my own, relatively, brief, personal, but profound experience with you. I draw your attention to the fact that it was you, who first focussed your sexual attention on me and that are yourself responsible for your gradual recognition of the fact that you are, perhaps like me: a born homosexual; a fact which, although it is staring you in the face, you are now, understandably, finding difficult to reconcile with your earlier preconceptions.”
Simon met Nathaniel’s suggestion that he might himself be gay with a deathly silence, for the notion that he might himself be homosexual had never crossed his mind. Even though he had admitted to Nathaniel that he had had the greatest sexual experience of his life with him, another man, purely at his own instigation, he had still thought of his lapse into gay sex as a temporary, reversible measure, which had been provoked by force of circumstances, to satisfy his imperative desire for regular sex during the six months of the training course. Nathaniel’s observations had brought home to him a few home truths about himself, which he was, naturally finding his former attitudes towards gay men, whom he had always considered as perverts, difficult to reconcile with the fact that he was gay himself.
However, on further reflection, Simon, realised that everything that Nathaniel had said to him about his sexuality was true. It was he himself who had forced his sexual attention on Nathaniel, with no encouragement from him whatsoever. He realised, with a jolt, that he had long been more attracted to other men rather than to members of the opposite sex. It was thanks to the decision of the Admiralty, to confine all participants on the course to barracks for six months, which had led him to discover his true sexuality.
Simon finally decided that Nathaniel had been right about his being born as a homosexual; he completed his own Damascene conversion, which had begun the first time he had had sex with Nathaniel. He now reluctantly accepted his new sexual identity as a gay man. Once he had acknowledged to himself that he was, in fact gay, he felt instantly more at ease with himself, as he realised that he had been lying to himself for a number of years. He had definitely now joined the ranks of those men, whom he formerly thought of as perverts.
CHAPTER 13
True to his promise to Nathaniel, Simon disappeared from his life and bedroom, whenever Richard fforbes-Dick, Nathaniel’s paramour and sexual mentor, was in port. Richard had initially, partially seen the course as an opportunity for Nathaniel to catch up on, what he considered were his lost years learning about sex at Winchester, when his indecision about his own sexuality had deprived him of the opportunity of the sexual experimentation that living in an all-male community, with boys of his own age and class, offers. Richard had seen the course as an opportunity for Nathaniel to recover what should have been his fruitful years, learning about male-on-male as distinct from gay-sex. He was surprised, and somewhat disappointed too, to find that Nathaniel had eschewed the opportunity to enlarge his sexual horizon among the numerous midshipmen, both curious regular heterosexuals and confirmed gays on the course and had opted, instead, for a monogamous relationship with Simon.
Richard made no secret of the fact that considered a well- rounded and diverse sex life was a prerequisite for any two-man relationship. Also, in cases of mutual deprivation, such as at present, when he himself was at sea and separated from Nathaniel, who was on the course, in his book, it was permissible, for the sake of breaking the solace, which only sex can provide, to establish temporary, ad hoc, sexual relationships with members of the crew of the Venus, which he had quickly done, not being able to forgo daily sex himself.
Richard was not at all perturbed by the fact that Nathaniel had quickly chosen to sleep and have sex with one man, Simon Underwood, for the duration of the course, But he was curious to know why Nathaniel had not opted to explore the sexual possibilities offered by the captive audience of his fellow midshipmen, from various ships of the Royal Navy, who, were also on the course. It was not that he was jealous that Simon might usurp the deep love that both Nathaniel and he shared mutually with each other. He knew himself that the bond of love between Nathaniel and him was unbreakably strong, which was confirmed by the fact, if any confirmation were necessary, by the furious way they both made love, thrusting into each other the first night that they were together, after only two weeks apart. However, he felt he wanted to see the regular guy, turned gay, whom Nathaniel had chosen as his temporary, surrogate – his own replacement – for the next six months.
No one was more surprised than Nathaniel, when Richard suggested that the three of them, have sex together, the following day, which was a Sunday. Nathaniel had never contemplated having sex with more than one man at a time; readers will not need reminding that Nathaniel was relatively new to gay sex; and, had had sex with only three men, in what constituted his brief, sexual career to date: with Captain William Hard, Richard fforbes-Dick and Simon Underwood respectively
Nathaniel was equally surprised, when Richard told him that, as the only man to know the other the participants in the proposed, three-man fuck-fest personally, it was up to him to persuade Simon to participate. To Nathaniel’s amazement, Simon, contrary to objecting, having now embraced his new sexuality completely, could not have been more willing to widen his sexual knowledge than by participating in a three-man fuck-fest.
The three of them went into Nathaniel’s quarters, as he had been forced, by Richard, into hosting the afternoon’s fuck-fest. Nathaniel was somewhat equivocal about the whole idea, which had been forced on him by Richard, who had immediately insisted on having three man sex with Nathaniel and Simon. Nathaniel could not but surmise that Richard wanted to check out Sion who would be his surrogate with Nathaniel as his sex partner for the next six months.
Nathaniel felt slightly embarrassed in stripping himself naked, in front of two men, both of whom had seen him naked numerous times and with both of whom, he had had enjoyable sex, on numerous occasions. It was just that with three men, he did not know, exactly who did what to whom first. Below is a different role model line of what the three of them actually saw they were preparing to have three man sex
Strangely enough it was Simon, the latest of the three to embrace gay, young-manhood, who now took the initiative. He pushed Nathaniel to his knees in the doggy position on the bed. He then forced Nathaniel’s legs apart and knelt between them, brandishing his own truly, impressive erection, which he then ostentatiously lubricated with whale sperm-oil, which Nathaniel always kept within hand’s reach. He then, without hesitation, thrust, in one brusque movement, the full length of his erection into Nathaniel’s expectant anus. He showed, thereby, that he had, at least for the next six months, physically abandoned completely his former life as a regular heterosexual guy and officially joined the ranks of those homosexuals, whom he had formerly call perverts.
As if to emphasize his formal dedication to his new sex life, he provocatively stuck his own arse out, thereby saying as clear as a bell that his shop was open for business. Richard, the architect of what was to prove a three-man sex-orgy, was not slow to oblige. He lubricated his cock, which had become rock-hard with the anticipation of pleasures to come, and then thrust it to the hilt into Simon’s inviting anus. Then it was as if Simon, the new boy, was meant to be together with the other two, as if preprogrammed by nature to work in perfect harmony. Without a word passing among them, they simultaneously began the systematic repetition of the thrusting and withdrawal cock strokes which are the essence of all forms of penetrative sexual intercourse; with Richard fucking Simon, and Simon fucking Nathaniel, whose cock was left in thin air.
Inevitably, what had begun as a somewhat, slow, clinical approach to three-man sex, ended with Richard frenetically hammering Simon and Simon hammering Nathaniel, as they both became totally, sexually aroused by what they were doing. They each managed to climax inside of their respective partner, itself unusual, as normally, the active top withdraws his member from his bottom partner, to allow both of them to masturbate their way each to their all-fulfilling orgasm, without which, penetrative sex just becomes a pointless waste of energy. Simon did not succeed in taking Nathaniel through to his orgasm. Thus, Nathaniel had to content himself with being the underdog-bottom in his first three-man sexual experience, in which he had done absolutely nothing other than provide his educated anus for Simon to batter.
Nathaniel need not have worried, for Richard, his father confessor in all matters sexual, had seen the position, to which, by chance, due to Simon’s over-enthusiasm, Nathaniel had been relegated to bottom, in his own room and on his own bed, in his first ever, three-man, sexual experience. Richard quickly arranged for Nathaniel to penetrate him whilst he penetrated Simon for the second time, relegating Simon into the position of bottom. And so, it went on from there; Richard saw to it that all three them fucked each other formally, in the doggy position, which started with Richard-Simon-Nathaniel, then Nathaniel-Richard-Simon, then Simon-Nathaniel-Richard and so on, until each of them had fucked his two companions twice; once bringing up the rear and once again in the middle. Only then were able to relax completely with each other and fool around with one another sexually, which they did until late that afternoon.
It was an afternoon of more or less, continuous copulation and fellatio, in which the three of them explored every physical juxtaposition known to Richard, who as instigator of an afternoon of sheer pleasure for all concerned, took charge of the affair.
CHAPTER 14
In spite of an exhausting afternoon of sex, that evening saw Nathaniel not looking before he leapt into bed beside his beloved Richard, whose anus he did not hesitate immediately to penetrate, in the mission position, with his ever-ready, rock-hard cock. It is said that absence makes the heart grow fonder and after only two weeks of absence, during which – and make no mistake – Nathaniel had not gone short of sex; he had always immensely enjoyed having sex with Simon. However, sex with Richard was at another spiritual level; the two young-men made love to one another, which was completely absent from Nathaniel’s physical, sex life with Simon.
Nevertheless, during the six months of the course, both Nathaniel and Richard looked forward to their three-man sex-interludes with Simon, who proved himself to be totally committed to gay sex and ready for anything. Simon also provided Nathaniel, who could not live without regular sex, with a regular outlet for his own libido, which he exercised with Simon, on a more-or-less, nightly basis. To say that Simon had considered men like Nathaniel as perverts he had quickly embraced completely and utterly his conversion to perversion – if indeed call homosexuality a perversion; he had become a dedicated practising pervert himself.
However, sex with Simon, either as top or bottom, never provided Nathaniel with anything like the exquisite intensity of orgasm that making love with Richard did. When acting as top in their sexual relationship, both Nathaniel and Richard considered it primordially imperative to fuck through to simultaneous orgasm with themselves, whomever was bottoming at the moment. Therein lay the secret of the rock-solid relationship between Nathaniel and Richard; a relationship based on deep, mutual love. Richard had been right, when he had considered what he and Nathaniel had together to be inviolable and rock-solid. Simon was a bird of passage and would disappear from both their lives, once the course was finished.
The six months were soon over and Nathaniel graduated top of his class of midshipmen, in the exam which all attendees on the course were required sit. He was re-assigned to the Venus as junior lieutenant to Richard, who was promoted to senior lieutenant, on the departure of Lieutenant Trubshaw. The two of them slept and copulated together every night in Richard’s cabin. For the next year or so, the Venus, under Captain Greenwood, patrolled the English south coast, protecting the coastal towns from the occasional marauding French or Spanish vessel. Neither Nathaniel nor Richard ever saw Simon again.
One incident occurred, whilst Nathaniel was onboard the Venus when the ship was in the port of Portsmouth. Perusing The Times one day, Nathaniel learned that his father, The Marquess of Rutland, had, only the previous day, been thrown from his horse and killed outright. As Nathaniel had not had any contact with his family since his disappearance, now several years ago, his father’s funeral seemed like the occasion to make it known that he was still alive and well, happy with his new life; and not, in any way wishing, to oust his younger brother, Edward, who had just succeeded his father – more accurately put, their father – as the Eighth Marquess of Rutland.
The Times article went on to explain how, he, Nathaniel, the heir apparent to the marquessate, had gone missing on a visit to Portsmouth, some three years ago, and neither hide nor hair had ever been seen or heard of him since the time he had alighted from the stage coach in Portsmouth. After two years he had been declared legally dead by the courts; death by misadventure, in an undefined place, at an undefined time, and from undefined causes. His younger brother, Edward had been legally declared heir apparent to the marquessate, to which he had just succeeded, by the untimely death of their father.
Imagine the surprise to the assembled Legge family at the wake for the deceased Seventh Marquess of Rutland, which was held at the family seat, Legge Court in Oakham, when Nathniel walked in, as if back from the dead. Edward, now the Eighth Marquess of Rutland, wondered whether his ghostly brother, whom he had long thought of as dead, was here today to claim his inheritance.
For his father’s funeral, Nathaniel was wearing all the impressive finery of the dress uniform of a commissioned officer in the Royal Navy; a splash of colour on an occasion, where all the other mourners, including his brother, Edward were dressed in deepest black. After the interment, Nathaniel explained to Edward what had happened to him on his arrival in Portsmouth on that fatidic day and how wrong he had been about his elder brother’s sexuality.
He explained to Edward that he was completely satisfied with his life in the Royal Navy and he had not come home to upset the apple-cart, even if he could. The courts had declared him legally to be dead; his brother, Edward had succeeded legally to the title as the Eighth Marquess of Rutland and as far as he, Nathniel was concerned, that was that: it was a done deal. To make, Edward feel more at ease, he legally renounced all claim to the marquessate and titles associated with it became plain Mr. Nathaniel Legge.
CHAPTER 15
To back-track in time, in 1798, came the command from the Admiralty for the Venus to join in active service, the British fleet in the Mediterranean, under the leadership of the then Rear-Admiral Sir Horatio Nelson. This was the first time that either Richard or Nathaniel had ever been potentially to war. It was, for both young men, at the same time exhilarating and frightening.
In 1798, Napoleon Bonaparte had made plans for an invasion of Egypt in order to constrict Britain's trade routes and threaten its possession of India. Admiral Nelson was sent to shadow the French fleet. Battle was joined in Aboukir Bay near the Rosetta mouth of the Nile River. Suffice it to say that Rear Admiral Horatio Nelson annihilated the French fleet on 1-2 August 1798 in what became known as The Battle of the Nile. It was one of the most decisive naval battles of the French Revolutionary and Napoleonic Wars, for which victory, back in London, Nelson was elevated to the peerage and became Lord Nelson of the Nile. The English suffered about 900 losses; the French over 5,000, with an additional 3000 captured. On the Venus, the most important casualty was Captain Greenwood, who was killed outright by a falling spar. In terms of crew members, the Venus came off fairly lightly; only 20 sailors were in the battle and were injured.
As a result of Captain Greenwood’s death, Richard as senior officer, took command of the Venus as captain, at the very young age of 25. From then on, the Venus became part of the British fleet under the command of Lord Nelson. The next major battle.in which the Venus took part, was the Battle of Copenhagen, in which the British Fleet, under Lord Nelson, bombarded the Danish capital out of fear that Napoleon would force the Danes – France then dominated most of Europe – to close access the Baltic Sea, thereby cutting off an important trade route to Eastern Europe for Britain.
From then on the Venus formed part of the British Fleet, culminating in the Battle of Trafalgar, fought off Cape Trafalgar, between Cadiz and the Strait of Gibraltar, on October 21st 1805. The British Fleet of 27 ships, under the command of Lord Horatio Nelson, demolished a total of 20 ships of the combined French and Spanish Navies, totalling 31 ships in all: 18 French and 23 Spanish. The Battle of Trafalgar, at which Lord Nelson was killed, by a sniper’s bullet, established British supremacy at sea for 100 years and put paid, forever, to Napoleon’s plan to invade England.
The British must have been mad to allow Napoleon to choose Elba. In 1802 Elba had been ceded to France and, when Napoleon abdicated in 1814, he personally chose Elba, where here he arrived on May 4, for his exile from mainland France, The island was recognized as an independent principality with Napoleon as its ruler – continued delusions of grandeur – until February 26, 1815, on which day he returned to France for the period referred to in history as The Hundred Days. After the Battle of Waterloo, at which was Napoleon was well and truly defeated, the British, in a once bitten twice shy mood, decided that this time he should be exiled, out of harm’s way, to a British possession, the island of St. Helena: a remote volcanic tropical island in the South Atlantic Ocean, over 1200 miles west of the coast of south-western Africa.
Napoleon was packed aboard a British ship, the HMS Northumberland in Plymouth Sound; he never, ever, set foot on British soil, although he had subjugated most of Europe. The voyage to St. Helena took several months. To avoid any attempt by the French to rescue their Emperor, the Venus had the honour of being detached from the British fleet, as a gun boat, to accompany the Northumberland on her voyage to St Helena.
As a result of the voyage to St Helena, Richard fforbes-Dick was promoted to the rank of Captain as distinct from First Lieutenant Commander of the Venus, a post, which he had held for ten years, since 1805 at the Battle of Traflagar to 1815 to Napoleon’s final defeat at Waterloo. He was now some 35 years of age, whereas Nathaniel was two years younger than his lord and master,, Nathaniel was Richard’s long term and, now, his is only lover, since the menage à trois incident with Simon – now but a distant memory The love between Nathaniel and Richard had never wavered and was still as strong as when they had first met on the Venus and Nathaniel had been Captain William Hard’s cabin-boy, general dog’s body and anal sex slave.
Nathaniel and Richard concealed their illicit – under the then English law – love for one another, from no one and overtly shared living and sleeping quarters. However, when on duty Richard left no doubt in anyone’s mind as to who was in charge of the ship. On the incidence of sex between crew members, whatever their rank, on ships while at sea, the Admiralty took a relaxed view of homosexual acts as an evil to be lived with. The crew members, whatever their rank, were all men, whose appetite for sex must be appeased. Force of circumstances obliged men to commit sexual act with other men, which right thinking people everywhere found abominable and contrary to human nature – but nevertheless intriguingly fascinating, altoht against the law of the land. The Admiralty appeased its collective conscience, by adopting a quite a different view; if at sea, then no laws were being broken and acts of homosexuality were tolerated, but not encouraged.
However, the Captain of the Venus cohabiting with his senior commissioned officer was pushing the Admiralty’s patient tolerance of homosexuality a bit too far. So, the Admiralty resorted to that much used tactic by people in power and promoted Richard fforbes-Dick to a position in which he could do no harm to his superiors.
Captain Richard fforbes-Dick, Commander of the Venus, a post, which he had held for ten years, since 1805 at the Battle of Traflagar. to 1815 to Napoleon’s final defeat at Waterloo, was now some 35 years of age, whereas Nathaniel was two years younger than his lord and master. Nathaniel was Richard’s long term and, now, his is only lover, since the menage à trois incident with Simon was now but a distant memory. The love between Nathaniel and Richard had never wavered and was still as strong as when they had first met on the Venus and Nathaniel been Captain William Hard’s cabin-boy, general dog’s body and anal sex slave.
Nathaniel and Richard concealed their love for one another from no one and overtly shared living and sleeping quarters. However, when on duty Richard left no doubt in anyone’s mind as to who was in charge of the ship. On the incidence of sex between crew members, whatever their rank, on ships while at sea, the Admiralty took a relaxed view of homosexual acts as a necessary evil to be lived with., The crew members, whatever their rank, were all men, with an appetite for sex which must be appeased. Force of circumstances obliged men to commit sexual act with other men, which so-called, right-thinking people everywhere found abominable and contrary to human nature, not to mention. breaking the law of the land. The Admiralty appeased its collective conscience, by adopting a quite a different view; if at sea, then no laws were being broken and acts of homosexuality were tolerated, but not encouraged.
However, the Captain of the Venus cohabiting with his senior officer was pushing the Admiralty’s patient tolerance of homosexuality a bit too far. So, the Admiralty resorted to that much used tactic by people in power and promoted Richard fforbes-Dick to a position in which he could do no harm to his superiors. Fortunately, both the Rear Admiral in charge of the Port of Portsmouth was soon to retire, as was also Richard’s father, Admiral Sir Archibald fforbes-Dick. And so, on the retirement of these two gentlemen, Captain Richard fforbes-Dick was promoted to the rank of Rear Admiral and put in charge of running the Port of Portsmouth. As part of the deal, in which Richard agreed to abandon his seafaring role, was, of course, that his second in command should be Senior Lieutenant Nathniel Legge.
And as all imaginary stories should end, they lived together happily thereafter, to a ripe old age, both of them in complete possession of their sexual faculties.
THE END