Date: Tue, 5 Aug 2008 07:52:17 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Body Servant, Part Two" by Jay Roberts  Gay Historical

I found that I had become curious about Henry, my father's valet.
Naturally I had seen him all during my life and paid no particular
attention to him, nor he to me.  He was about my father's age, of course,
about forty or so.  He was by no means old.  He was naturally blond and had
a slim figure.  In fact, he could easily pass for many years younger than
his actual age.  He was, to my eyes, an invert, a homosexual, a fag.  I
just always knew this because of his fussy demeanor and womanly interests,
such as cooking and knitting.  But all in all, he was a cheerful faggot and
I now knew that he provided comfort for my widowed father and now for Billy
as well.  He certainly had a well-used arse.

My interludes with Billy had become intense as the weeks wore on.  We both
had lots of time to spend together, because my father was on a business
trip to Texas to check on new oil wells that were being dug.  Oil was
beginning to be a commodity that was expected to be important as the
internal combustion engine was fully utilized and finally marketed to the
general public.  A few wealthy folks had them automobiles as toys, but the
poor roads made their use problematical.  Although my father's fortune was
partly a result of petroleum, he personally would never consider having one
of those smelly carriages around.  Of course, I pointed out that horses
were smelly too.  He claimed that was a wholesome manly smell.  Oh well.

Last evening, Billy and I took our dinner in my rooms and we consumed a
bottle each of father's Portuguese brandy.  We were not in any danger of
falling down, as we were lolling on my bed.  I was wearing my usual
nightshirt and Billy was wearing one of my old ones.  We looked that
schoolboys at a boarding school and we acted just as sex obsessed.  I lay
on my back; Billy was snuggled against me, his sweat breath falling across
my cheek.  I could feel his hardness beginning to rise and press against my
hip.  I reached down and make an advance to him, the very first. I moved
the hem of his gown upwards until his legs and strong, muscular upper
thighs were exposed.  I stoked them idly.  I was hardly prepared for the
effect it had on him.  He began to moan softly.  I looked down at him.  His
eyes were slitty and his full puffy mouth was pushed out as to kiss.  I
leaned down and kissed him.  My head reeled from the power of that kiss.

A moment later, still pressing against his lips, I felt his slippery tongue
investigating my mouth.  That instantly brought me into a great passion and
I turned to hug my...lover...that's what he was now.  We hugged so tightly,
we were almost in pain.  Finally when we separated Billy asked me if he
could bring pleasure to my bum and bum hole.  I sat up.  "You are still my
servant, do not even entertain any thoughts of treating me like you do
Henry."

"Oh no sir, I just wish to bring you more pleasure than I have before.  You
know that you were ignorant of the power of having your breasts stroked.
Now your bum also offers new thrills for you."  As he spoke, he gradually
turned me on my stomach.  Then he reached under my waist and drew it
upwards.  Instinctively, I placed my elbows to support myself and my knees
also.  I was now in the position of a chap, ready for a rectal examination
and I was terrified.  My terror began to evaporate as Billy began gently
stroking my arse cheeks.  It was very sweet and comforting and I began to
notice that my anis began to open in pleasure.  But this was taking too
many liberties with my person.  I regained my former position.  "Billy, you
must feel this as well.  Put yourself in the same position."

He looked at me with a worried expression.  "Dear Sir, dear David, if I may
plead, do not treat me as a woman."

"No, no, foolish friend.  I just wish to let you experience something new,
just as you began with me.  It was very, very interesting.  Now!  No more
discussion, obey me."

He slowly removed his gown and rested on his knees and elbows.  His perky,
pale, smooth, perfect, arse was up in the air.  His hairless, pink pucker
was exposed to the air.  It was held tightly against invasion.

I mimicked his actions of before and caressed his dimples arse cheeks.  He
murmured in pleasure.  "Yes master, that is so lovely.  Do go on."

I swiped the side of my hand along his warm arse crack, stimulating his
arse hole that fluttered in response.  He was almost in a continual sex
song.  Then he stopped.  "Davy, let me do the same to you as I started.  We
must trust each other."

I was anxious to resume that wonderful feeling and I scrambled into the
same position.  Immediately, he placed his large, juice, red tongue at the
opening and licked rapidly.  It produced a hypnotic effect as the rhythmic
tongue swiped back and forth, over and over again.

"Oh Billy, I am on a trip to the stars.  Can you do more?"

I swear I hear a giggle coming from my young titillator, but I was so far
into the ocean of feelings that I just submitted.

"Sir, Sir!" I heard faintly in my ear.  "It is time to enter the world of
power sex.  Before this, it was just playtime."

"Are you suggesting that you enter me with your tongue, or your finger or
your...I can't even say it."  I began to rise slightly.  "Look at me, I am
covered in sweat.  It is dripping off me as if I was swimming in the brook.
That is fear."  I was quiet a moment as Billy kept quiet, letting me reach
a decision on my own.  I began softly, "It is possible that I might
consider such a sex act, but my fear seems to prevent it. Perhaps we should
try again."

Through my barely opened eyes I could see brash Billy grinning a rakish
smile.  He was satisfied that things were going his way.  He knew that he
was at the doorstep of controlling his rich, proud employer.  He lifted me
and turned me on my back and pulled me toward the front of the bed.  He did
this as if I was a big doll.  He sure was strong.  I was leery about my new
position.  It seemed like that of a woman, but I shut all thoughts from my
mind, as Billy was the source of such exciting feelings.

I grew a little frightened as he lifted my slightly hairy legs and placed
them on his smooth hipbones.  I felt as if I was already in his power; that
I had submitted already.  Pushing my legs and rolling my body upwards, he
resumed licking my arse hole.  I could feel it vibrating and kissing him
back.  Now he turned his large tongue into a prick, no question of that and
began tongue fucking.  It was sublime.  My penis was leaking heavily on my
belly.  He saw that and laughed again.  I was feeling humiliated as my most
base self was being revealed to my inferior.

"Sir, may I stimulate this lovely area with the head of my prong. Just
using it like a finger?"

I thought a minute and husked, "Yes, but don't enter me, your employment in
this house here is a stake."

"Of course," he said smoothly, somehow sure himself.  That worried me, but
I was so far gone in enjoyment of his actions that my mind worked poorly.

He began rubbed his, now slippery with pre cum, rampant prick on my pucker.
Without realizing it, the lips of my arse began pulling his slippery head
inside.  "Ooh, Billy.  Don't do that.  Go away!"

He stroked my cheek like a mother.  "Do not fear, I am doing nothing. But
your lips are saying no, no, no whilst your arse hole is saying yes, yes,
yes."

"You are raping me, forcing YOUR penis into my canal." He did nothing for a
moment, leaving his prick head just inside my anis.

"You are frowning and your mouth is trying to say something.  What do you
want?"

I grunted with difficulty, my whole body was in a state that electricity
was coursing up and down.  "You may put just the head inside.  That is
all."

I swear that he crowed in triumph.  I was weak.  I should not have made
that invitation for as soon as the large head made entry, it came to rest
against an organ just inside.  He slightly rubbed against it.  May penis
began producing so much pre cum, it must have seen that I was orgasming.
"Yes Sir, that's the way.  Billy is going to make you feel better than you
ever dreamed, and you will never forget this night, or the boy who brought
you this excitement."

He continued to stimulate that secret place.  My face was hot and blushing
and it extended down my chest.  I was hyperventilating.  This state could
not last; it had to progress further, further into my submission, even
degradation.  "You may enter a little further."

Suddenly his manner changed.  He acted no long the servant, he knew he was
in complete control.  "Sir, I think perhaps I have taken liberties."  He
said this in a mock servant voice.  "I think I better with draw and bathe
you and forget about this liaison.  What do you think?"

I knew at that moment that I had relinquished all.  I wept like a child.
"No," I blubbered, "Don't leave me.  You may do with me what you do with
Henry.  I also promise that I will, in the future, suck you."

His demeanor had changed.  He gave me a stinging swat on my ass cheek and
pushed his hot penis into my canal.  He did it quickly and it caused some
pain.  I was crying copiously, but at the same time, I loved it.  I loved
the pain and the control he was exerting.  I knew now that I was a
submissive person, but it felt right.

"Fuck me hard, treat me like Henry."

"I will always obey your orders elegant sir."

He commenced fucking me briskly and heavily.  I was moaning with delight.
He pinched my nipples and tickled my ball sac.  I was a play toy for him.
Pretty soon he took my cock and began to shag it.  "As soon as I feel you
cumming, I will join you and cool your hot ass."

I watched his face.  It screwed up into a terrible mask as his orgasm
struck him.  His body began short rapid thrusts and I felt his prick expand
inside me.  My own cock began almost hiccupping sperm.  It convulsed my
whole insides and that caused my pucker and inners to tighten around
Billy's cock.  He shouted out and I felt myself being pelted inside with
streams of hot cum.  The two of us were in the throes of uncontrollable
climax, speaking gibberish.  This high pitch had to end, otherwise it would
become madness.

"How did you like it?" asked Billy in a cheeky voice.  "Am I good or am I
good?  I bet you can't wait for the next time."

However, there wasn't a next time.  Billy began avoiding me and slept
elsewhere.  I think he was taking up with the gay bunch in town.  I longed
for him.  Then I began to think of Henry, but I never took up with him.  It
had to be a young overbold boy.

I languished for about a week, then I happened to glance at the entry
ticket for the whore house that my father had given me as a birthday
present.  To my delight, when I read the words on the carte, it said, "Your
choice of delicious maidens and eager boys, your choice gentlemen.

Ah ha, I twirled an imaginary moustache and planned to put on my new gray
derby and take my arse to Chelsea.

End