Date: Mon, 18 May 2009 16:30:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Lord Batchelor's Problem (6)

Disclaimer:

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between men and boys. If this
is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you find it morally
offensive, then read no further and leave now!!

The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person
or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish!

Other stories of mine may be found under 'Prolific Authors' at Nifty.

Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk
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Lord Batchelor's Problem (6)
by
Alexander

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For new readers, this tale is set in late 19th century London. Queen
Victoria (1819-1901) is on the throne and Charles Dickens (1812-1870) had
been dead for only a few years. England is a strongly class-conscious
society, the rich being very rich and the poor very, very poor. Government
is elected, although the system rules out all but rich land-owners and
wealthy citizens becoming Members of Parliament. Laws are harsh and cruel
for the poor, `flexible' for the wealthy. Outwardly, society is sexually
very repressed in public, any mention of `things below the waist' being
strictly outre. Even furniture items such as chairs and tables had their
legs covered, lest ladies be led into lascivious thoughts! Double standards
prevailed however: prostitution was common, and rent boys were readily
available.

Anyone who has read Charles Dickens will have had a flavour of the era. In
fact it is rumoured that he wrote a novel about the sexual mores of his
time, but not surprisingly was persuaded against publishing and destroyed
it. Those with an imaginative mind might assume that Fagin's boys (Oliver
Twist) practised more than petty thievery and Nancy was, well .....

It is also well documented that there was a thriving community of English,
and other, gentlemen in Paris who had decamped there rather than face
public disgrace for their foibles.

Other tales (1 - 5) of Lord Batchelor may be found in the Nifty/gay/incest
section or through `John Venn' in `Nifty/Prolific Authors'.

And now on with the saga........  __________________

Chapter 1.

Once Edward had moved in with Lord Albert Batchelor, life soon settled down
into a routine of domestic harmony. They had their trials and tribulations
of course, but nothing to upset their idyllic contentment for any length of
time.

After Lord Batchelor, the most important person in young Edward's life was
Miss Primm, the inestimable Housekeeper and the only other occupant of
their home in Belgrave Square. He wasn't present at the extraordinary
conversation Albert had had with her when the subject of Edward's becoming
Lord Batchelor's ward had taken place and was thus extremely nervous of her
when he first arrived at his new home.

In a matter of just a few hours, Edward's life had changed completely, far
more even than he'd imagined it would. For one thing he now had a room of
his very own, one which was almost as large as the whole of the hovel which
he had shared with his mother and various `uncles'.

"I ain't never seen anyfink so grand," he whispered as he stared around the
freshly cleaned and aired room. "An' there ain't no one else gonna be in
`ere?" he quizzed.

"No, it's all yours," Albert smiled, placing an arm across Edward's
shoulder and drawing him closer.

Then a thought struck him. "But I ain't gotta use it all the time `as I?"
he said, turning his face towards Albert, the implication being left
hanging in the air.

"Not if you don't want. Let us say that this is your refuge. Your place of
sanctity."

"But I don't want no sant ... , sancti... whatever it was you said," Edward
snuffled. "I wanna be wiv - with - you like we always `as been."

Edward was trying his best to emulate Lord Batchelor's way of speaking and
for the most part managed quite well, but he was inclined to revert to his
native Cockney under stress.

"And so you shall. But think how it would appear if we had guests and they
discovered you hadn't got a room and bed of your own."  "Oh, yeah. They'll
fink summat's goin' on," he grinned as he slipped an arm round Albert's
waist and kissed him, delicately at first and then more passionately as his
emotions took over.

They were headed for Lord Batchelor's own bedroom to let nature take its
course when they were interrupted by Miss Primm bustling down the
corridor. Blushing bright crimson, Edward released Albert from his grip and
stared at the carpet, acutely embarrassed.

"I've placed Master Edward's clothes, such as they are, in his room my
Lord," she said, sniffing her disapproval of the apparel. "They're still in
their bag. I wasn't sure if you wanted them putting away or disposing of."

"Right, Miss Primm. I must admit that the matter of Edward's clothing
hadn't crossed my mind. I suppose we must outfit him with more suitable
attire You may discard his old attire."  This raised a relieved smile from
her and a look at the still discomfited Edward.

"Lord Edward will ensure you are appropriately taken care of in all the
ways he can," she said to him. "And that means new investments to start
with."

"Vestments. Clothes." whispered Albert to his puzzled ward.

"And perhaps we may return his uniform to the Telegraph Office too being as
he won't have any more use of it."

"But what am I goin' to wear?" he said. "I ain't got nuffin else `cept rags
`n tatters. And I needs it for work anyway."

"Work? Why bless me, you aren't going to work no more." Miss Primm
said. "You are Lord Albert's ward now and none of his family work. He will
take care of all your needs and desires, I am sure."

It was with great delight that Edward returned his uniform to the Telegraph
Office, and was wished luck for the future by his fellows, mixed with a
deal of envy of course. It was Albert's intention to go from there to his
tailors and have Edward fitted out with more suitable clothing, but a
second glance at the lad told him that the clothes he was now wearing were
too shabby even for a visit to his Saville Row tailors. Turning into a
side-street, he soon located a small clothes shop from where he purchased a
ready-made suit and a shirt which more or less fitted him.  "Now we will
return home for a while," Albert said, "for you to change into these
temporary clothes and then we will pay a visit to my tailors."

Edward had ceased being surprised at what was happening to him, being quite
content to do as he was asked, and not ask questions. He failed completely
to understand why, having just got one suit, the first he'd ever had, he
was being taken to another establishment for another.

"I wish to outfit my nephew, just up from the country," Lord Batchelor said
to the obsequious assistant in the outfitters. "All he has with him are
clothes more suitable for the field rather than the town."

"Quite so," the young man said, eyes glistening at the thought of the money
about to flow through his master's business. "Let him be measured whilst we
discuss what he requires."


The nervous Edward was taken off to the fitting room by the senior
assistant whilst Lord Batchelor began to list what he required. Within a
few minutes, there was a strangled yelp from the fitting room, which Albert
recognised instantly. Upon entering the room he saw a red-faced Edward
standing on a box, with his hands clasped to his groin.

"What's the problem?" Batchelor enquired.

"The young master is reluctant to have me measure him for the outfits," the
tailor said. "I asked him to remove his outer garments so I could record
his size."

"I see," Albert said, grinning to himself. "Let me have a few words with
him and ascertain what the difficulty is."

"All he wants to do is take some measurements," Albert explained. "He can't
do it accurately over these rough clothes, and you are perfectly safe, I
assure you!"

Still blushing, Edward leaned up to Albert and whispered in his ear, "I
ain't got no drawers on. You never told me I was gonna get undressed in
front of a stranger!"

Only just managing to stifle a laugh, Albert called the tailor back and
informed him that there was some confusion as to what the boy required in
the way of clothes, and for the time being they would simply purchase some
essentials: shirts, hosiery, undergarments, neckties and so on.  "By the
time they are delivered," Albert said, "We will have decided more precisely
upon what we require and perhaps the measurements may be taken then, at my
home?"

"But of course," the man agreed. "Shall we say five o'clock?"

"Perfect," Albert smiled and led the boy out of the establishment, much to
his relief.

"That weren't fair," Edward giggled as they walked homewards. "You coulda
told me what was gonna `appen in there."

"I'm sorry, it simply never occurred to me. But you should always wear
undergarments in any case."

"I does mostly, but I only got two pair and they's in the bag wiv me other
stuff which Miss Primm got. An' they ain't too respectable either."

"Very well," Albert smiled. "But we must be better prepared when the tailor
arrives this afternoon!"

"An' what we going to do `til then?" Edward asked with a wicked glint in
his eye.

"I have no idea. Perhaps you can suggest something to occupy the time?"
Albert said with a shine in his eye as he opened their front door.

Once they'd confirmed that Miss Primm had retired for the afternoon, the
couple hugged and kissed lightly in the hallway, smiling happily at one
another.

"So? What do you suggest we do to occupy ourselves?" Albert asked, stroking
Edward's hair.

"Can we sort of christen my room?" Edward giggled.

Chapter 2.

Although they had undressed together many times, it was somehow different
this time and both sensed it as they slowly divested themselves, avoiding
direct eye contact until they climbed into Edward's single bed.  The bed
was a great deal smaller than Lord Batchelor's of course, it being intended
for use by one person only, but amid fits of giggles and with a certain
amount of ingenuity they eventually manage to make themselves comfortable
with Edward wrapped around Albert's welcoming body. He sighed deeply as he
snuggled up to Lord Batchelor and rested his head on his shoulder.

As was their custom, nothing was said for a good few minutes as they
savoured the warmth and intimate contact they shared. Wriggling around a
little, Edward turned his face upwards and kissed his guardian lightly on
the lips.

"I loves bein' like this," he whispered. "Jus' you `n me. Thanks."

"For what?" Albert replied, returning the kiss.

"Ev'ry fink. Everything." he grinned.

"It's a pleasure. You deserve it."

They chatted easily for some time, their hardened members being ignored
except for an occasional fondle to confirm their presence. It was when
their conversation ebbed that Edward, eyes sparkling with anticipation and
desire, nibbled on Albert's ear and whispered, "Well? We gonna do it then?"

"What?" Albert answered, feigning ignorance.

"Christen me - my - bed! I can't wait any longer, you're drivin' me mad."

"What do wish to do?"

"Everything! But first ...."

The narrow bed limited their actions somewhat but with a little patience
they managed to absorb each other's tumescence in their mouths, much to
their mutual delight. They were in no hurry to complete the pleasant
exercise and spent as much time caressing and fondling each other as they
did anything else, but long before Edward wished it, he found himself
convulsing and depositing his seed into Albert's waiting throat. With a low
growl he spasmed half a dozen times before he fell on top of Lord
Batchelor, breathing deeply and grinning broadly.

"No matter how hard I try, I just can't stop meself from firing off when
you does that," Edward sighed.

"No matter," Albert replied. "That was just what I needed from you and we
can always try again a little later. We have all the time in the world now
that you have no need to leave the house."

"But what about Miss Primm?" Edward said quietly. "I'd quite forgot about
her. We gotta move soon or she'll find out about what we gets up to."

"I wouldn't worry yourself about that too much," Lord Batchelor smiled. "I
believe she already understands that she mustn't disturb us in the
afternoons."

"D'you mean that she knows about us?" Edward said, aghast at the thought.

"She assumes we are rather well acquainted, but there are some things she
would rather not have confirmed," Albert laughed. " I may tell you though
that she is content with things as they are."

"She knows? She knows wot we does an' all?"

"I doubt very much that she knows the details," he grinned. "But she is
aware that we share the same bed."

"Me muvver would skin me alive if she had even half an idea wot you and me
gets up to," Edward giggled, "that's after she'd cut your bits off o'
course!"

"In that case, let us think of better things. I see that I am still
aroused, can you think of something to do with it?"

"If'n I puts me mind to it, I daresay I could," Edward said, leaning up to
kiss Albert. "Is you ready?"

"I's ready!" Albert laughed. "Will you need the petroleum jelly?"  "No, not
any more. I enjoy it better wivout."

So saying, Edward changed places with Albert so that he was on his back,
legs raised and eyes locked on Lord Batchelor, pleading for the one thing
on Earth he wanted from him just at that moment.

Albert did indeed find entering his ward somewhat easier than he thought
and in one smooth move found himself buried to the hilt. With a grunt of
satisfaction, he gently began to work his full length in and out, watching
Edward's handsome face contort with bliss at every move he made. Even
though Lord Batchelor and Edward had coupled many times, it was still an
astounding experience for them, almost as if it were the first, memorable
occasion. They had learned how to please each other intimately and so gain
the absolute maximum amount of pleasure from the act, taking immense
delight in knowing that each was as ecstatic as the other. Slowly at first,
sensing the physical presence of one another, then a little faster as they
acclimatised and built up a steady rhythm. Lastly, when Edward started to
flex his cheeks together, the signal was given for Albert to exert his
maximum effort and bring them both to a superb, enervating climax.

And so it was this time, with Edward taking little trouble to muffle his
voice as he orgasmed painfully for the second time within the
hour. Quelling the noise with a kiss, Albert embraced the boy tightly, his
heart still racing with love and deep passion.

The were about to drop into a much needed nap when Albert happened to
glance at the mantel clock and noted the time. With a start, he realised
the tailor was due in half an hour: something he'd completely forgotten
about thanks to Edward.

"Hurry," Albert said. "We must stir ourselves and prepare to meet the
tailor for your measuring."

Mannering, the Master Tailor was shown into the Library where Lord
Batchelor and his ward were trying their best to look as calm and collected
as possible, despite having arrived there just five breathless minutes
before.

"If the young master would like to remove his outer garments," Mannering
said quietly. "I will commence taking the measurements."

Glancing at his ward, Albert was relieved to see him nod slightly in
return, hopefully confirming that he'd remembered to put his drawers on
this time.

Under instructions, Edward allowed himself to be pushed and prodded about
as the man measured every possibly aspect of him, all the while making
careful notes in his little book. The man's professional interest in his
body didn't cause Edward any distress whatsoever this time, until that is,
he felt his hands around his posterior. Blushing slightly, he gazed fixedly
at a gas mantle until he'd finished. Then, very much to his surprise, Mr
Mannering moved round to the front and without warning pressed a hand tight
into Edward's groin, pushing his testicles to one side as he did so. With
an audible gasp, Edward reflexively bent backwards to remove himself from
the intrusion.

"I shan't be a moment longer, young sir," Mannering said flatly. "If you
would be so good."

Nervously, Edward stood up as straight as he could, eyes glazed and bottom
lip gripped firmly between his teeth. Mannering replaced his hand and noted
the inside leg measurement. Then, as if to add insult to injury, did no
more than repeat the movement on the other side!

The only other hand that had touched him so intimately recently, apart from
his own, was Lord Batchelor's. And Albert's hand always caused a certain
reaction in his nether regions, which would have been welcomed. Despite his
mind trying desperately to ignore the intimate contact of the stranger's
hand, his member decided otherwise and began to rise in anticipation. With
a desperate `help me!' stare at Albert, Edward froze.

"Thank you, sir. That will be all," Mannering said, but Edward never heard
a word.

It wasn't until he saw Mr Mannering talking with his guardian that he
realised he'd finished his measuring, and gratefully re-dressed himself
hurriedly.

Chapter 3.

Edward survived his encounter with the tailor, thanks largely to Lord
Batchelor's help. The reward was the delivery a week later of a complete
wardrobe of clothes which Edward stared at in disbelief as box after box
was emptied and the contents safely place in the numerous cupboards and
drawers in his room. The intervening week wasn't wasted as, at Edward's
insistence, his lessons continued unabated. At the end of the week, he had
managed to overcome his tendency to slip into his native dialect by and
large and had also learned a good many new words. The only time he dropped
into the more familiar cockney was when he was under stress, and as that
was always in the bedroom, no one minded, least of all Albert, Lord
Batchelor.

They were lying in bed one morning, comfortably embracing and allowing
themselves to greet the new day as slowly as possible when Albert turned to
Edward and asked that he take particular care with his dress that day as
they were going out.  "Where?" Edward said, eyes sparkling.

"Nowhere special, just for a stroll around town. I feel it's about time you
met some of my acquaintances, and they met you. Much as I might prefer it,
I can't keep you hidden away all to myself!"

The prospect of meeting Albert's friends, whilst exciting, created a
feeling of nervousness in Edward's stomach.

"Are you sure you want to introduce me to your friends?" Edward said. "I'm
afraid I may disappoint you in front of them."

"Nonsense!" Albert replied. "You are a fine young man anyone would be proud
to meet. In any case, I want to make them feel a little envious."

"But who shall we tell them that I am? I can't just appear like magic from
nowhere."

"I've considered that. You are still Edward Welcome, I can't see any reason
to change that. But you are now also a distant relative of mine, who, for
reasons too painful to describe, now find yourself my ward. Your previous
home was, shall we say, a village not too far removed from Brighton."

For the next month, Edward was slowly introduced to Lord Batchelor's
friends and acquaintances, none of whom took exception to the polite young
man; indeed most of them were relieved that Albert had at long last found
someone to share his life with. There was never even the slightest hint
that any impropriety may be occurring between the two, such care had Albert
taken over the years to distance himself from any sort of discussion on
`those subjects' that most people just assumed that he had little or no
interest in sex. The fact that he had undertaken the care of a distressed
young relative more than outweighed any doubts and also sat well with his
friends.

One of their regular haunts was Lord Batchelor's club, `The
Misogynists'. Although Edward was much too young to become a member, he was
allowed to dine in the restaurant with his guardian and even use the
library on occasion. It was within the confines of the club that Lord
Batchelor learned a surprising thing or two from Edward. The first thing,
which Albert should have known, was that Edward knew quite a few of the
members as in his past life he used to deliver their telegrams for
them. Such was the change in Edward's demeanor though that no one
recognised him, if in fact they'd even looked at him twice in those
days. The second thing which did surprise Albert was that several of the
members were users of the Telegram Boys for purposes other than as
messengers, in much the same way that his brother, the Lord Biggun did.
"Not that I ever visited them," Edward was at pains to point out. "I left
them to the likes of my friend Jack and his mates."

One of the club members that Edward hadn't met was David Melrose, the
foppish young man who had advised Lord Batchelor that visits to the Turkish
baths may be rewarding for anyone seeking `relief'. This was put right
though later that week when Albert was settling his monthly account with
the Club Secretary and Edward was stood by his side, watching the comings
and goings. Quite suddenly he stiffened and grasped Lord Batchelor's arm in
panic. Turning to look at his ward, Albert saw a look of panic cross his
face as he stared at David Melrose walking into the club.

"What's the matter?" Albert asked, taking Edward to one side. "What has
frightened you so?"

"That man, the one just come in, I knows `im."

"Oh?" Lord Batchelor enquired. "Where from?"

"Not in here," Edward whispered. "Can we go elsewhere?"

A few minutes later they were seated on the Thames embankment, with Edward
somewhat calmer now that he was away from the club.

"Like I told you afore," Edward started, "I use to go wiv other gents
sometimes, before I met your bruvver. But I stopped when one of `em `urt
me. An' that was the man."

"What? How?" Albert said, deeply concerned that anyone would, or could,
cause pain to such a pleasant and attractive young man as Edward.

"I used to meet him at Lord Biggun's club, you know, the Ganymede. Fings
were OK at first, just a bit o' messin' about sort of stuff, but then he
started to want to do different fings, games sort of, `e said."

"Such as what?" Lord Batchelor enquired, intrigued.

Edward blushed and look down at his feet, hands nervously wringing
together.

"I'm not sure as I can tell you. It don't feel right tellin' you such
stuff, you bein' so good to me an' all. You might not like me any more if'n
I tells you."

"There's nothing you can't tell me," Albert said. "I know that you wouldn't
do anything unacceptable unless you were coerced."

"Coerced?" Edward asked.

"Made to," Albert explained.

"Oh. He did that right enough. At first he got me to smack him, you know,
on his arse. That got him real excited an' he wanted to do it to me. I
wouldn't `ave it at first but then `e said he'd give me a bit more dosh and
so I let `im. That weren't too bad, but one day ......."  Edward stopped
talking for a minute or two as he recollected what was obviously a painful
memory.

"... one day he wanted to tie me up to the bed `for a bit o' fun' so's I
let `im. But then `e says `e wants to bugger me. I ain't ever let anyone do
that afore and I keeps sayin' no, but he didn't listen and `e stuck `is
thing in me real hard an' `as `is way wiv me. It `urt real bad."

"Then what?" Lord Batchelor said, appalled at the thought.

"When `ed done, `e untied me, told me to get dressed and throws a gold
guinea at me an' tells me to get out. I never went back to `im after that,
but some of me mates did an' `e did the same to them."

"I am truly sorry for you," Albert said. "It must have pained you a great
deal."

"Yeah. But I told your bruvver what he was doin' to me an' me mates and `e
had to leave the club."

Albert wanted to hold Edward in a much-needed comforting embrace, but was
unable to; instead he consoled him with words as much as he could.

"Never mind anymore, it's all over now," Albert ended, "It won't ever
happen again."

"Not to me," Edward sighed, clasping Albert's hand tightly, "But it's
`appening to boys `e picks up in the Haymarket and round Piccadilly. I
knows `cause me mates tell me. An' I'll still see `im in your club."

The somewhat subdued pair walked home quietly, each full of their own
thoughts; Edward regretting having revealed a sordid piece of his past he'd
much rather forget, and Albert resolving to stop the man from wreaking
further harm in any way he could.

Chapter 4.

Albert and Edward were laying in bed together later that same afternoon
when Lord Batchelor, sensing that all wasn't quite right with his ward,
turned to him and asked what was troubling him.

"I don't know," he answered pensively. "I can't help thinking about how
lucky I am to be here with you, safe and comfortable when some of me
friends are bein' treated badly by the likes of Mr Melrose. It don't seem
right somehow."

The same thoughts had been playing on Albert's mind too, but he had more or
less decided to ignore the problem as being too delicate and difficult to
solve. The comments from Albert had made him think again though.

"Do you think we can do anything to help your friends?" he enquired.

"Dunno. It'd be nice if we could but I don't see hows we can."

"There must be a way, and if it will make you and your friends feel better,
then we will find it."

Edward cuddled up closer to Albert and kissed him gently, "I wish we
could," he whispered as he grasped Albert's flaccid member and stirred it
to life before taking it into his mouth.

All else was forgotten for the next hour as the two pleasured themselves
happily, the somewhat depressing tenor of their earlier conversations being
banished as their passions took control of them.

The subject of David Melrose wasn't broached again until after dinner that
night when Albert and Edward were sitting quietly in the lounge. With a
thoughtful edge to his voice, Edward turned to Lord Batchelor and said, "I
heard that the Earl of Kent had to go and leave the country after he was
found messin' with boys last year. What happened?"

Albert recollected the incident well, the Earl being a member of the
Ganymede Club and an acquaintance of his brother. There had been a number
of rumours at the time about the Earl's behaviour, which, whilst never
being brought to the attention of the authorities, had given rise to
serious concerns among his fellow club members.

"It was alleged that he misused a boy or two in an unwarranted fashion,"
Lord Batchelor started. "He also enticed several other youngsters into
doing things against their will and better judgement."

Edward perked up at hearing this and asked his guardian to explain further,
never having heard the full story.

Albert explained that the Earl seemingly was never satisfied with the
discrete attentions of just one or two willing boys, but set out to seduce
and entrap some who were innocent and totally ignorant of such behaviours.

"He made the mistake," Lord Batchelor went on, "of seducing the son of one
of his friends. Whether the boy was a willing partner or not I don't know,
but the boy's father discovered their relationship and threatened to expose
him in the worst possible way. The only recourse the Earl had was to decamp
to Paris, where he now lives along with several others who have faced
similar difficulties."

"That must have been a relief for the boys he abused," Edward said. "At
least they were out of his reach and were safe. Will the Earl ever be
allowed back?"

"Not for some years, I expect. But he had the last laugh though, he took
with him two of his favourite boys, the son of his coachman and the
butcher's delivery boy!"

"It's a pity we can't send Mr Melrose to join them," Edward laughed grimly,
"That would be justice indeed!"

The remainder of the evening was spent in discussing various ways in which
a halt could be brought to David Melrose's activities: some serious, others
whimsical and fantastic. Even when they retired for the night, the theme
was continued, the only thing being decided was that they would start by
finding out as much as they could about their man.

Learning about Melrose's life wasn't difficult as he was quite well-known
about town, not only because of his sexual proclivities, but also because
of his extravagant lifestyle. He was the son of a successful trader and
maintained a lavish standard of living from a small but exclusive apartment
in Mayfair. By all accounts, his bills were met by his father on condition
that he stayed away from the family, no doubt because of his social
habits. Lord Batchelor appraised the Secretary of the Misogynist Club of
the facts he had unearthed, including the fact that he had been required to
resign from the Ganymede. Surprisingly, the Secretary was already aware of
most of the information Albert imparted and although he took note of the
latest allegations laid before him seemed unable or unwilling to take
things further.

"Surely, his membership of the Misogynist Club must be brought into
question?" Lord Albert asked. "We may have made a mistake in allowing him
to become a member."

The Secretary bridled a little at this and informed Lord Batchelor that the
Membership Committee did not make mistakes, especially with members as free
with their money as David Melrose. "In any case," he carried on, "We are
unaware of his alleged indiscretions bringing the club into any form of
disrepute, which would be the only way of requesting his
resignation. Furthermore, the Rules of the Club do not permit us to
terminate anyone's membership."

There was more Albert could have said, including the names of some of the
boys he had abused, but he was acutely conscious that imparting such
information would place his own membership in question and also involve
Edward, which he had no intention of doing.

The Secretary, seeing Lord Albert was in some little distress at hearing
this news, calmed down a little and in a conspiratorial whisper, went on,
"It may be that the committee, whilst not admitting to making a mistake,
may have committed an error of judgement in this case which would needs be
remedied. If you are able to provide us with firm details of any
indiscretions the member in question may have committed, then a request for
his resignation may be made."

"And supposing the member in question refuses to tender his resignation, as
I think would be the case here?"

There was a slight cough from the Secretary who looked around him carefully
before adding, "Once a Gentleman is elected to membership of the club, Lord
Albert, he remains a member until he resigns, or dies. I believe such is
the case with all London clubs and there is only one caveat to this, as far
as I am aware. It is a little known fact, My Lord, that all new members
undergo a 12-month period of probation once they are elected, to ensure
their probity if you understand me."

"Quite correct too, but how does that alter the situation?" Albert asked.
"After the year has elapsed, the Membership Committee are supposed to
confer full membership on the applicant, but they very rarely remember to
do so. Which means, in effect, that all our members are on a sort of
permanent probation."

"I see. And should a fellow fail to pass the probationary period, he will
not be granted full membership?"

"Quite so, My Lord, but such an action has never been taken in my
time. After all, this is a gentleman's club. No one would willingly suffer
the indignity of being drummed out of his own club. `Death before
Dishonour' I believe is an appropriately apt quotation."

`So,' thought Albert to himself as he strolled homewards, `that particular
avenue is closed and so another must be sought.'

His musings were interrupted on arrival at Belgrave Square when he was
handed a letter from his nephew Charles. It had been some time since he had
had communication from him and was delighted to see that he hadn't been
forgotten. As usual, the letter was in two parts, the first and less
important one dealt with routine school matters of no real consequence as
its contents were approved by his Housemaster before being posted. The
other, much more delectable part, was written hastily in Latin and placed
in the envelope at the last minute.

In it, Charles told of some of the adventures he had become involved in at
school and how much he was enjoying himself. `There is a small group of
boys who indulge themselves on a regular basis,' he said. `We meet at dead
of night in an empty dormitory and have the most wondrous times,' he went
on. `I would never have believed that such things could occur in a school
unless I saw them. There is even one boy, whose name I shan't divulge, who
enjoys being tied up and beaten before he allows himself to be taken from
behind by several of his friends, one after the other.'

Albert smiled to himself as he digested this information, knowing full well
that Charles would relish such behaviour whole-heartedly, and may even be
the un-named participant. He was just thinking how much he looked forward
to seeing Charles on his next visit and hearing first-hand tales of his
doings when an idea began to form in his mind.

"What you finkin' abaht?" Edward said, placing himself in Albert's lap and
giving him a kiss. The use of his native Cockney was now done for fun as
much as anything else, and usually reserved for when they were alone and
feeling playful.

"Nothing special," Albert smiled. "Just wondering where you were, that is
all."  Edward giggled and dropped his hand into Albert's groin. "I knew it
must be something like that, `cause I can see it!"

It was true. Reading Charles' letter had given him an erection which Edward
had noticed and assumed he was the cause of. "Wanna go upstairs?" he
whispered in Albert's ear, "And share it with me?"

In reply, Albert kissed Edward deeply and allowed his hands to explore his
body, soon finding out that his ward was just as aroused as he.

"I think we'd better before we become carried away by our feelings and are
discovered!" he laughed.

The thoughts that had been wending their way through Lord Batchelor's mind
ensured that there was no leisurely build-up to their pleasuring each other
and no sooner were they undressed and in bed than Albert lay on his back
and raised his legs. More than willing to take up the invitation, Edward
arranged himself between the uplifted knees and pressed himself home,
slowly and delightedly. Gently, Edward moved himself in and out, taking
care to use the full length of his member to satisfy Albert, who in his
turn showed his appreciation by moaning softly at each insertion. Despite
his anxiety to please his Lordship and delight himself at the same time,
Edward kept to a slow steady pace which he knew would serve to heighten the
intensity of the orgasm when it arrived. And he wasn't mistaken. When he
felt he was close to reaching his climax, he grinned broadly at Lord Albert
and with an almost vicious but very satisfying thrust he buried himself as
deep
 as he could, not moving until he was sure he had no more to offer the man
he loved.

The ecstatic feelings that Edward had just experienced seemed to be
infectious as, almost without a pause, Albert pulled his ward downwards so
they were chest-to-chest and they kissed passionately. Between their
perspiring bodies, Batchelor's penis was aching for some serious attention
and Edward knew it. Raising himself up slightly, he rested the impatient
organ against his fundament for a moment and then sank down on it, not for
one second breaking eye contact with the man he had come to love so much.

Thus they pleasured themselves once again, both taking great delight in
their closeness and ability to know exactly what their needs and desires
were.

Usually when they had such an invigorating time together, they rested in
each others embrace and dozed, but for once, Albert couldn't resist looking
at Edward's handsome face and into his eyes.

"I really am a lucky, lucky man," he whispered as he stroked Edward's hair.
"Not as fortunate as I," Edward replied. "To find a man such as yourself,
and to live in a fine house ......"

Lord Batchelor stopped any further comments by kissing him on the lips and
holding him tightly.

"We must do something about that David Melrose man," Edward said quietly as
they rested. "I feels badly for the boys he mistreats. Makes me realise how
lucky I am, not bein' treated like they is."

Lord Batchelor agreed entirely, and they discussed various ways in which
the man could be brought to book; some serious, others more frivolous.

"It's a pity that someone can't give him a taste of his own medicine, just
once," Edward sighed. "That might teach him a lesson."

"You're right, Edward. But I don't know anyone who could manage to do
that."

He hadn't forgotten Charles of course, but he was reluctant to place the
lad in a possibly dangerous situation. But then, on reflection, realised
that Charles would not allow himself to be exposed to any possibility of
hurt - unless he wanted to that is, and from his own knowledge of the boy
he was not always averse to a little pain.

"You know Charles, my nephew?" Lord Batchelor asked.

"Lord Biggun's son, about as old as me?"

"That's the one. Well, he has certain, shall we say, tastes, which may be
of use to us. I am sure he could deal with the likes of Mr. Melrose."

Edward smiled at the thought, and asked what he had in mind.

"Nothing yet, but I am sure that between the three of us, we should be able
to come up with something appropriate. Let us give it some thought"

Chapter 5.  They couldn't devise any workable plan immediately, but the
evening was spent in discussing many varied ideas.

"First thing we must do," Lord Batchelor mused, "Is to find out as much as
we can about David Melrose. Precisely where he lives, who his friends are,
and where he goes to amuse himself and so on."

"That bit's easy. I can get my friends at the Telegraph Office to find out
as much as you want. There ain't much they don't know, or can't find out,"
Edward giggled.

"Good. Perhaps you can talk to them then. And in the meantime, I must write
letters to my brother and nephew, appraising them of the situation. I am
sure Arthur will relish the prospect of dealing with such a man, and grant
me the loan of his son for a few days. As to Charles, I am certain he will
welcome a few days away from school and the opportunity to use his somewhat
dubious talents."

Lord Biggun was more than willing to accede to his brother's request, not
least because of the harm Melrose had done to the reputation of the
Ganymede Club, its members, and that of the boys who visited it. Charles of
course, despite not knowing exactly what was required of him, was more than
willing to take part in the adventure, especially as it involved activities
usually only available from a very few select, and often reluctant, school
fellows.

It was agreed to have a rare family gathering just as soon as it could be
arranged in order to discuss plans for the demise of David Melrose. The two
lords met only rarely as their worlds didn't overlap to any degree, their
only common interest being the upkeep and profitability of their
estate. And Charles of course: but it was very rarely indeed that he, or
his behaviour, was discussed. Both men were well aware of his proclivities,
and didn't object to them in the slightest - how could they? The only time
he was talked about was when he had misbehaved so blatantly that words had
to be said - and as time went by that was less and less frequent.

After a very satisfying dinner provided by the inimitable Miss Primm,
Edward had gone out to discover what news his friends had for him, which
left Lord Albert sat in his library trying to work out how best to arrange
things for the gathering. Smiling ruefully to himself, he mused that the
situation was indeed peculiar. Firstly there was himself and his young
ward, Edward, with whom he was besotted. Then there was Charles, his
equally young nephew who had first introduced him to the delights of
Ganymede and for whom he still had a tenderness. Lastly there was his
brother, Lord Arthur Biggun who knew both boys intimately, together with
several others and who therefore had a vested interest in the proceedings.

Uppermost in his mind were the sleeping arrangements. His apartment had
three bedrooms in theory; one for himself, one for Edward (which was
hardly, if ever, used), and a third which for some years now had been used
as a store room and didn't even contain a bed he thought. No matter how he
juggled things around, he couldn't find an answer that would please all. It
would have been simple if Edward agreed to share with Lord Arthur for a
night. That would leave Albert and Charles together, a thought which he
found most alluring. But Edward had intimated that he would far prefer not
to stay with Lord Biggun if it could be avoided, after all he had spent
many nights with him in the past and knew his habits and
preferences. Whilst they were not especially distasteful, he had changed
enough in himself to bridle slightly at the thought. Plus, of course, no
matter how hard he tried, he would be jealous of Charles and the attentions
he knew he would receive
 from his uncle.

It was whilst pondering over these matters that two things happened almost
simultaneously. Firstly, Edward returned from his foray with some
interesting information, and secondly a messenger arrived with a
telegram. Bidding Edward wait a while, he opened the envelope and sighed
with relief as he digested its contents. Showing it to Edward, a grin
spread over his face as he read that Lord Biggun would not be staying with
Lord Batchelor, but gracing the Ganymede Club with his presence that
night. He would be appreciative, however, if Lord Albert would dine with
him `early evening'.

"And I know why it's gotta be early," Edward giggled. "He's meeting a
friend of mine, for some high jinks later!"

Albert sighed with amusement at Edward's obvious delight, but then frowned.

"But what about Charles? I'm sure he won't expect to sleep alone, I know he
doesn't like it, especially in a house other than his own."

"Then he needn't!" Edward replied, raising his eyebrows. "There is one
solution I can contemplate. I don't mind if you are amenable to the
suggestion."

"May I assume that doesn't involve you making use of your own bedroom?"
Albert smiled.

"Perhaps!" Edward laughed as he settled himself on Lord Batchelor's
lap. "From what you've told me, it could be an interesting situation!"

"You are almost as much a rogue as Charles," Albert said. "But the idea
certainly bears some merit and I am sure Charles will be agreeable."

"Good. That is one problem solved. Now I have another, more pressing one
for you."

"Oh? And what may that be?" Lord Batchelor asked, concerned.

"This!" Edward laughed and placed his guardians hand on the swelling in his
groin.

Albert fondled the tumescence concealed by the thin trousers, and allowed
his own phallus to erect itself.

"Does this mean an early night for us?" he asked.

In reply, Edward kissed Albert softly on the lips and embraced him. "I
think that is an excellent idea, my Lord. Shall we?"

It was in the early hours of the morning that the two happy lovers finally
lay back in their bed, fully sated and at perfect peace with the world.

"When are we expecting our visitors?" Edward yawned as he nestled into
Albert's arms.

"Early Friday evening. I will leave Charles in your charge whilst Arthur
and I go to dine. We will have a family conference on Saturday morning if
all goes well. Whilst I am out, have a talk with young Charles and see what
you can think of between you. I will no doubt do the same with my brother."

"Very well," Edward said as he dropped off into a much-needed sleep.

Chapter 6.

Edward and Charles had only met in passing, usually at the Ganymede Club
when Edward was leaving after spending the night with Lord Biggun, and
Charles was waiting his father. To start with, Edward had always been a
little nervous around Charles as he didn't know how much he knew about the
activities his father and he practised. This had changed somewhat after
Lord Albert had explained the situation to him, and although the boys still
hadn't spoken very much, at least they had something in common.

What they had in common too was their build, both being a little taller and
thinner than the average for their age, but in all other respects typical
14-year old boys. This became evident as the two adults and two boys
gathered in the library soon after Lord Biggun had arrived with
Charles. Their conversations were rather stilted to begin with, mainly due
to the slight embarrassment that Lord Biggun felt at having met Edward in
rather different circumstances than he had in the past. This was soon
picked up by both the boys who began to tease the man gently until Lord
Albert put a stop to it.

"I think it is about time we went to your club Arthur," Lord Albert said,
shaking his head in mild reproof at Edward and Charles.

"I quite agree," he replied, grateful for the intervention. "Charles,
behave yourself whilst I am away and don't wreck the place!"

"Of course not, father. Edward and I are sure to have a high old time
whilst you and Uncle Albert are dining. About what time shall we expect you
back?" Charles asked.

"I think at about ten o'clock," Lord Batchelor said. "We are dining early
this evening."

"Perhaps even a little earlier," Lord Biggun added. "I have an, err,
appointment at ten o'clock."

Everyone knew of course what the `appointment' was, but politely said
nothing, the only sign of acknowledgement being from the two boys who
grinned at each other.

Once the men had left, Charles and Edward conversed politely for a while,
neither knowing quite what to talk about. There was of course `the problem'
of David Melrose to discuss but neither was confident enough to broach the
subject directly. It was Charles who had the courage to move things along a
little.

"I am in need of a bath after my journey. The roads are so dirty and dusty
that I feel quite unclean," he smiled. "Would you mind?"

"Of course not. You know where everything is, I expect," Edward replied. "I
shall wait here for you."

"I would much prefer it if you accompanied me," Charles said. "We can
continue our conversation at the same time. If you don't mind talking to me
whilst I am bathing, of course. It is quite usual at my school and no one
is at all put out by it."

The slight burgeoning in Edward's trousers welcomed the idea and the two
boys hurried upstairs, Edward's mind picturing a huge bath room filled with
naked boys "I used to be inspected by my father or Uncle Albert whenever I
had a bath," Charles said as he undressed. "It wasn't necessary of course,
but I do believe they took some pleasure in it."

"And you didn't?" Edward grinned.

"Well, perhaps just a little, and it always led on to other things" he
laughed. "I have rather a good body, don't you think?"

Edward looked Charles over carefully as he displayed himself and agreed
that he did, indeed, have a fine body. In particular, that special part of
him that made him a boy was especially fine. It was perhaps a little larger
that Edward's, and had a little more hair beginning to grow at the base of
it, but it was handsome nevertheless.

"Do you get inspected at school?" Edward asked, unable to move his eyes.

"Only by the other boys," Charles grinned. "We compare appendages regularly
to make sure we are developing properly."

"I'll wager that isn't all you compare!" Edward mused.

"Perhaps not," Charles agreed. "But now it's your turn. Would you like to
share the bath with me?"

That was just what Edward wanted to hear, and without further comment, he
too stripped off and invited Charles to examine him.

"I can see why Uncle Albert has fallen for you," Charles said
seriously. "You and I are much alike."

This pleased Edward immensely and it was with a happy heart he stepped into
the water and sat facing his new friend, their glans standing just proud of
the water, inviting attention.

Naturally, it was Charles who initiated further developments as he was far
more accustomed not only to being naked with other boys, but also used to
having his own way with them.

"What do you receive most enjoyment from?" he asked as he grasped Edward's
tumescence and began to stroke it gently.  Edward wasn't sure how to answer
this; on the one hand he didn't want to reveal what he and Albert did in
the privacy of their bed chamber, and secondly he knew he wasn't anywhere
near as experienced as Charles.

"I, err, don't really know," he mumbled, his mind already succumbing to
Charles erotic fondlings. "I think I just enjoy being toyed with and
embracing for the most part. And you?"

"Oh, most things," Charles giggled. "I don't suppose there is much that I
haven't tried, especially since I started to go to my school." Then after a
slight pause, added, "I don't mind almost anything, if you understand me."

"I think I do, but that is something I do not particularly enjoy. I have
only taken it that way on a few occasions, and each time it caused me
pain. It is not something I would like to repeat, but I understand others
are quite amenable." He was lying of course, but was unwilling to divulge
that it was one of his and Lord Albert's favourite activities.

"That is understandable. I, in fact, quite like it provided the member is
of appropriate size and neither too large or too small. Rather like yours
in fact."

The two boys looked at each other, a flash of understanding passing between
them, their roles now being determined.

"Shall we retire to bed for a while? I believe we have some time to amuse
ourselves before my Uncle returns." Charles grinned.

"I would enjoy that," Edward answered. "We can become better acquainted."

"Without doubt!" Charles laughed as he helped Edward out of the water.

Despite their attempts to maintain some sort of savoir-faire, they were
both excited enough to hurry through their drying and within a few moments
were making themselves comfortable in Edward's bed.

"I rather like smaller beds," Charles giggled as they embraced. "They are
much more conducive to friendliness!"

Edward smiled and nodded in reply. In fact he was struck by the thought
that despite his age and experience, this was the first time that he had
actually been in bed with anyone so close to his own age: in the past his
bed partners had been older men. The few time he had been with other boys,
it had been for a hurried fondle and orgasm hidden in the back of the
Telegraph Office or other secretive place. This was certainly much better
and more exciting.

"May I kiss you?" he asked Charles. "That is one thing I enjoy, as I hope
you do."

For answer, Charles leaned over and took Edward in his arms, pressed their
lips together and allowed their tongues to entwine.

One thing that both boys were experienced in was how to delight and
pleasure their partner, and simultaneously derive their own joy. Thus it
was that they were both immersed in a blissful ecstasy before long, all
else forgotten: there was no need for words now as hands roamed where they
will, each move taking them closer and closer to ultimate fulfilment.

"Wait!" Charles gasped, his face flushed with excitement. "I want you
inside me before it is too late."

More than willing to oblige, Edward rolled onto his back and allowed his
penis to stand hugely erect between them, throbbing gently in anticipation.

"Beautiful!" Charles whispered, stroking it softly. "And just the correct
size too."

"Do you need any lubricant?" Edward gasped between breaths.

"No!" Charles sniggered. "I have been taken this way so frequently that my
fundament never knows whether something is coming in or going out, and so
is prepared for either eventuality!"

Edward laughed at this thought and tried to relax as Charles slowly lowered
himself onto the waiting implement.

"Perfect, just perfect," Charles moaned as he gazed at his partner,
satisfaction showing through his shining eyes.

And so it was, for both of them, even to the extent that when Edward
finally had no choice except to let loose his seed, Charles reciprocated by
depositing his own on Edward's chest simultaneously.  Grinning at one
another in pleasure, the two boys embraced and kissed tenderly in
celebration.

"Does this make us friends?" Edward laughed as he relaxed happily and held
Charles in his arms.

"Most certainly, Edward. A rather special friend," Charles said as he
kissed him again.

"Good, I am pleased for that. But now I suppose we should discuss our Mr
Melrose," Edward said thoughtfully.

"Mmmmm, I rather think we should, else Uncle Albert will wonder what we
have been at," Charles agreed.

****** If you want to devise any sort of sexual deviancy, especially one
involving pain and humiliation, then there is no better source than two
excited teenage boys, both of whom have experienced it and at least one of
them actually enjoyed it. Pooling their thoughts and ideas, it wasn't all
that long before they agreed upon a rough plan which could be put before
Lord Batchelor for approval.

"Our idea should cause enough embarrassment for Mr Melrose that he will
have no recourse other than to leave town at least, and possibly the
country if it comes to fruition," Charles explained to Lord Albert later
that evening.

"That would please me enormously," Edward added, "As well as many of my
friends."

The pair of excited teenagers told Albert the outline of their plan, which
he thought highly novel as well as effective. "There is a certain amount of
risk in it for you, Charles," Albert said, worry showing in his voice. "I
fear for your own safety."

"There is no need for concern in that regard," the boy explained. "I have
had a certain amount of experience in such matters as you may well guess
and there will be no danger for me, of that I can assure you, especially as
Edward is to be my aide."

"In that case, may I suggest that we retire for the night and discuss it
further in the morning? Charles, you have the option of sleeping in the
small bedroom alone if you wish, or joining Edward and I in ours."

"You don't seriously expect me to sleep alone, do you?" Charles
grinned. "You know how nervous I am in a strange house."

"I don't believe you for a moment, young Charles!" Albert laughed. "But I
am sure Edward would welcome your company just as much as I, if he hasn't
already!"

At this the boys blushed slightly and grinned at each other, only faintly
put out by the comment.

Little conversation was held once the three were comfortably ensconced in
the bed, lips having much more interesting things to do than form
unnecessary words. Neither Albert not Edward had experienced the delights
of three excited people in a bed before, and even for Charles, it was an
all too infrequent event. The numerous experiments and investigations they
carried out between them led to a huge amount of jocularity and amusement,
much enjoyed by all, but it was Charles of course who was the more
venturesome of the trio.

Stretched out between Albert and Edward, with an erection in each hand, he
looked from one to the other and giggling, said, "I am at a complete loss
as to which one to take first, they are both so inviting!" Then, with a
glint in his eye, added, "But I feel it should be Uncle Albert first,
seeing as Edward has already had his turn. But so as not to leave Edward
without any attention, I shall impale him on my own sword at the same
time!"

Amid much merriment and failed attempts, it was Edward who finally
suggested an answer to their problem. Kneeling on the floor against the
bed, he leaned forward and waited for Charles to press his sword into the
scabbard. Once this was comfortably housed, all that remained was for
Albert to join the team by uniting himself with Charles. Quite suddenly the
room went very quiet as the trio first savoured the new sensations and then
began to move to and fro in unison. The atmosphere was almost palpable as
they immersed themselves in the most erotic of activities, each rapidly
approaching their climax as never before. It was Albert who lost control
first, thrusting his seed into a wildly groaning Charles, who in his turn
fired off into the blissful Edward, causing him to shoot his offering onto
the bedclothes.

"Bleedin' `ell!" stammered the shocked Edward.

"Goodness me!" Albert gasped.

Charles collapsed on the bed, eyes glazed, with a broad grin on his face
and gasping like a fish out of water. "That. Was. Truly. Amazing." he
eventually managed to stutter.

Chapter 7.

The proposed morning discussion was held somewhat later than intended, all
three of the participants sleeping in later than usual, and it was a
bleary-eyed trio who eventually gathered round the library table. Once
settled though, minds soon concentrated on the matter in hand and the finer
details agreed upon.

It was agreed to put the plan into action as soon as possible, one reason
being that Charles had only a limited amount of time away from his school
and the other being that David Melrose was known to be without a young
companion at the moment. Another thing known about him was that he was in
the habit of visiting the nearby Turkish bath on Monday mornings prior to
having lunch at the Misogynists Club. It was there that Albert and Charles
awaited his arrival.

Ensuring that they were seated where they couldn't be missed, the pair
relaxed in the steam room, their eyes constantly on the door. Albert had
his towel and loin cloth arranged so as to discretely hide his
genitals. Charles, as was the rule, retained his underdrawers but in
emulation of his uncle pulled them into his groin so as to leave little to
the imagination. This of course attracted a deal of attention from their
fellows, the majority of whom took haste to hide their own growing
tumescences.

David Melrose, of course, was also taken in by the sight as he entered the
chamber and was more than delighted to recognise Lord Batchelor.

"And who is this young man?" he enquired as he joined them, much to the
envy of others around them.

"Oh, I am sorry. This is Charles, my nephew. Son of my brother, Lord
Biggun. Charles, meet Mr Melrose, a fellow member of the Misogynists."

The shook hands courteously, Charles noting that David's eyes were fixed on
his groin.

"I believe we have met briefly once or twice before, at my uncle's club."

David Melrose looked at the boy a little more closely and grinned. "I do
believe we have, but if I may make so bold, you were dressed more formally
then!"

Charles made a show of adjusting his drawers as if embarrassed, but the
slight smile he showed Melrose intimated that he wasn't entirely displeased
at the comment.

Amiably the three chatted about inconsequentials for an hour or so before
Albert informed them that it was time for their lunch.

"May I accompany you?" David asked. "It is my habit to dine at our club on
Mondays and I shall be most pleased if you would join me."

"It will be a pleasure. Thank you on my and Charles behalf." Lord Batchelor
said, delighted that their plan was working out as planned so far.

They had disposed of their soup course and awaiting their veal pie when the
club doorman appeared at their table with a note for Lord Batchelor.

"I'm sorry Mr Melrose," he said after glancing at it. "I'm afraid we must
take our leave of you. I have been summoned to an urgent business meeting
with my brother, Charles' father."

Charles grimaced and stared at his uncle. "Must I go?" he pleaded. "Your
meetings are so tedious and boring. I would much prefer to remain here and
wait for your return."

"Would you mind?" Albert said, looking at Melrose. "I shouldn't be too long
and it would be a great help if Charles could remain here with you."

"Of course, of course. It will be a pleasure," Melrose enthused, his face
lighting up at this unexpected turn of events.

"I have brought my Homer to study and so I'll be no trouble to you,"
Charles said seriously. "I have so much difficulty with it that I shall be
quite absorbed."

"Homer!" Melrose exclaimed. "My favourite. I have an English translation at
my home if that would be of any assistance to you."

"May I Uncle? It really would be of great help to me if I could compare
them."

Pausing for a few moments, Albert stroked his chin as if in thought before
saying, "I am content with that, provided that you return home by four
o'clock when your father and I will be expecting you."  No sooner had
Albert departed than Charles opened his textbook and pointed out the verses
he was having problems with.

"Come and sit alongside me," Melrose said. "It will make it easier for me
to explain to you."

More than willing to oblige, Charles slid into the chair beside his
temporary tutor.

"It's here," he said, turning to a page almost at random and at the same
time moving up closer to Melrose so their knees were in contact.

In fact Charles' Latin was much better than Melrose's but that was hardly a
problem just at the moment. Instead he let him ramble on for a few moments
before stopping him and asking, "Is it true that certain parts have been
omitted from the texts we study at school, Mr Melrose?"

"I believe that is so," he said, knowing perfectly well that it was indeed
so, and that the expurgated rather libidinous passages were included in his
English version.

"Why?" enquired Charles innocently.

"Well, err, I do believe they are considered rather inappropriate for
innocent young minds," he replied, laughing lightly.

"Would you show them to me?" Charles asked quietly, looking directly at
Melrose and pressing his knee against his thigh. "I am not so innocent as
you may believe and I will certainly keep it a secret between ourselves if
you wish."

There was an almost instant reaction from Melrose, "If you wish, but it
must remain strictly between ourselves. There are some who may not
appreciate your knowledge of them."

"Thank you!" Charles effused, replacing his knee with his hand and giving
Melrose a squeeze rather higher on his thigh than was strictly decent.

At least Melrose had the grace to cough at this rather forward action, but
dropped his own hand on top of Charles to ensure it remained there as long
as possible.

"Would you prefer to finish your meal first, or shall we go immediately?"
he asked.

"Just as soon as we are able," Charles smiled. "I am rather keen to see
it."

Whether or not Charles meant the textbook or something other was debatable
as he gave Melrose's leg another squeeze.

"Shall we walk, or take a carriage?" Melrose asked. "My home is in Mayfair,
about twenty minutes walking."

"Let's take a carriage, if you don't mind," Charles said. "I don't think I
should be walking just at present, if you take my meaning."

With a quick glance under the table, David knew precisely Charles'
reluctantance to walk abroad.

"I fear I am in somewhat of a similar state to yourself," Melrose whispered
to Charles. "Perhaps it would be better to take a Hackney."

And so it was with almost indecent haste that the two departed the club and
hailed a passing Hackney carriage. Before climbing in, Charles glanced
across the road and was relieved to see Edward and a pair of his friends
watching their departure. With a sigh of relief, he gave them the slightest
of acknowledgements and joined David Melrose for the journey home.

"I believe the volume in question is in my bedroom," Melrose said as they
entered his apartment a little later. "If you like, I will go and collect
it."

"No matter. We may read it just as well there as anywhere else," Charles
smiled sweetly.

"Of course."

It took a little while to locate the book, but once found they sat on the
edge of the bed leafing through it.

"Here," said Melrose, indicating a verse. "Read this for example."

The verse in question was indeed unsuitable for young boys, especially
those with imagination. And so were several others they found.

"I am quite hot," Charles said after a while. "May I make myself a little
more comfortable?"

"Of course. Do what you wish," Melrose said, his heart missing a beat as he
stared at the boys obvious arousal.

The first thing Charles did was to open the window to admit some air, but
before Melrose could make any comment, he loosened his trousers and made a
show of rearranging his member to make it less painful, yet more obvious to
an onlooker. "That book has had rather an effect on me," he giggled. "I
hope you don't mind my commenting, but I see you have a similar problem
too."

"Err, yes, I do seem to be rather uncomfortable. Would you mind if I did
the same as yourself, Charles?"

"Not in the slightest, Mr Melrose. In fact I would like to help you if I
may."

"I knew there was something about you," Melrose whispered as Charles
started to unfasten Melrose's clothes. "You really are quite a special boy,
aren't you?"

"So I have been led to believe by my school fellows, but I have been away
from school now for so long that I am quite hungry, if you understand me."

"Oh, yes, I believe I do. You are missing your friends I assume."

"A few rather special ones, yes, I am." Charles said as he rested his hands
on Melrose's drawers.

"Would you like me to replace them for a little while and try to relieve
your, err, hunger?" Melrose said quietly.

"That would be kind of you," Charles whispered.

"What would you like to do?"  In reply Charles glanced meaningfully at the
bed and then back at Melrose.

Wordlessly, they stepped closer together and removed their clothing, item
by item, until they were staring at one another, naked and aroused.

"Shall we?" Melrose said, stepping over to the bed and gently pulling
Charles along with him. "What in particular do you enjoy?" Melrose asked as
they stroked each other softly.

Hesitantly, Charles looked at his partner and whispered, "I hardly dare
mention what that is. You may think I am truly perverted for admitting it."

"Nothing you may say or do is perverted in my eyes," Melrose replied. "So
tell me in all confidence."

"Well. I rather like being, err, restrained, and having someone take
advantage of me whilst I am in a state of helplessness."

"Is that all!" Melrose laughed softly. "I too enjoy a similar past-time. It
is most exciting, is it not?"

"Oh, yes!" Charles sighed happily. "Very much so. Especially with a partner
who has similar desires."

"I have some special bindings which I reserve for the purpose in
fact. Would you like to see them?"

Charles nodded, and despite himself found that he was becoming unusually
aroused at the thought. He knew he had a predilection for being tied up, as
many of his school friends were aware and the thought of being taken
advantage of by this rather handsome man was almost too much. It crossed
his mind that this indeed was the main reason why he was there, but he was
also sure that the man couldn't really hurt him, accustomed as he was to
the treatment and the thought of a little pain only added to his arousal:
something else he knew he wasn't averse to.

Melrose produced four lengths of red velvet-covered cotton rope, such is
used for tying back drawing room curtains and draperies.

Charles soon found himself tied face down to the four corners of the bed:
not painfully so, but tightly enough to prevent him moving too much. `So
far this is almost enjoyable' Charles thought to himself as he tested the
tautness of the restraints.

"How's that?" Melrose said throatily.

"Very good," Charles whispered. "I can hardly move at all. And now I am
completely in your hands."

True to his form, Melrose showed very little compassion for his victim once
he was well restrained. Having ensured once more that the ropes were
suitably taut, he positioned himself between Charles splayed legs and
rested his phallus on his cheeks for a moment. Then, with no warning at
all, he plunged himself downwards and into Charles' fundament in one swift
movement. Prepared for the intrusion, and even as experienced as he was,
Charles felt intense pain as entry was forced and he had to bite the
bedclothes to stifle the involuntary shout. Eventually though, the pain
subsided enough for him to force himself to try and pretend he was enjoying
the brutality.

`If this is bad for me,' he thought, `it must be truly terrible for anyone
unwilling and unused to it.' And with that thought uppermost in his mind,
he gritted his teeth and determined to see the plan through to completion.

The bestial treatment inflicted on the young form of Charles was relentless
and unforgiving, no consideration at all being given to his thoughts or
feeling, much as the animals do in the fields. Thankfully, it wasn't long
before Melrose, hugely excited by his actions, orgasmed violently and with
a last, painfully deep thrust deposited his offering inside Charles.

Charles, despite the pain of the ordeal, wasn't as troubled by it as he
thought he may have been once the initial transitory pain had
subsided. True, it wasn't something he would enjoy every day as he did at
school, but nonetheless, it wasn't altogether unsatisfactory. In fact, once
the ordeal was over, the ropes loosened and he had regained some strength,
he was as excited as ever.

"You were very pleasing," he said to Melrose. "That is just how I like
it. No one at my school can do it as well as that."

Melrose smiled at this unexpected compliment and kissed Charles on the
cheeks.

"And now it's my turn," Charles said, grinning lasciviously at his
tormentor. "I hope you will be satisfied with me as my member isn't as
magnificent as yours, but I will do my best."  "I am sure you will be very
good," Melrose said, still in a state of intense arousal. "Come, here are
the ties. But not too tight, mind."

"Of course not. I wouldn't like to hurt you," Charles whispered as he
expertly arranged the ropes.

Once he was sure they were secure in place, and taking great care to stay
out of Melrose's sight, Charles stepped over to the open window and
signalled to a waiting Edward.

Climbing in silently, Edward grinned at Charles, stepped over to the
recumbent and restrained Melrose and began to stroke his back and buttocks
much as Charles would have done. Charles meanwhile dressed hurriedly and
once attired he extracted a short wax candle and a small sulphur ball from
his pockets, and ignited them. The now smouldering sulphur ball he placed
in the fire grate and the candle between Melrose's buttocks.

With a last satisfied look round the room, the two boys exited quickly
through the window, but not before Charles stood in front of a very
surprised David Melrose and wished him a cheery good bye.

It took Melrose a few seconds to realise what had happened to him, a few
more to feel an intense burning around his fundament and detect a strong
smell of sulphur pervading the room.

In something approaching a state of panic, he struggled to free himself,
believing that unless he did so immediately, he would be burned alive. He
was even more panic-stricken when the room became filled with the acrid,
evil-smelling fumes and with a final, desperate heave, managed to snap the
rope and free his hands. Simultaneous with his release, he heard shouts of
`Fire! Fire!' outside his window from what seemed like a horde of people.

Confused and bewildered, he struggled to find his clothes so hurriedly and
happily disposed of not very long ago. The smoke was too much for him
though, and wrapping a bedsheet around himself, leapt through the window
into the street.

"There! There! That's the man! That's the man who tied me up!" Melrose
heard a child shout. "It's `im! Look, he still ain't got nuffink on!"

If Melrose wasn't in a state of blind terror before, he certainly was now
as he felt a dozen pair of hands grasp him and hold on firmly.

Half an hour later he was being interviewed by a very curious policeman in
the local station.

"So, tell me Mr Melrose. How come you were found on the street in a state
of near nakedness in the middle of the afternoon?"

"I thought my home was afire," he mumbled, still not exactly sure of the
sequence of events.

"And the reason for your nakedness?"

"I was taking a rest."

"Quite. And now for the more interesting questions. Could you explain why a
child, a male child, should scream so when he saw you? A child, I may say,
who by all accounts was almost as naked as yourself. And on the floor of
your bedroom where you were supposedly `resting' were discovered a set of
child's underthings and several lengths of rope, some of which were still
attached to your bed?"

"I have no idea. None whatsoever," Melrose said dejectedly.

"No, I don't suppose you have," the policeman said, his distaste for the
man in front of him now showing. "And until we have, I suggest you remain
here with us. For your own protection for one thing as there are a few
people waiting outside who would like to have words with you. And for
another, I am not entirely happy with your replies to my questions. Perhaps
the Bow Street Magistrates will have better luck."

Chapter 8.

"So, tell me precisely what occurred," Lord Albert said as the family
gathered together in the library of the Belgravia house.

"Well, it all went precisely as we intended," Charles said. "Well almost
anyway."

"Almost?" Albert enquired.

"I didn't get to know Mr Melrose quite as intimately as I intended!" he
laughed.

Ignoring the comment, Albert turned to Edward and asked, "I am intrigued by
one thing in particular, what was that foul-smelling smoke you created?"

"Sulphur Ball. We uses `em to kill cockroaches and vermin in our
houses. They smell wonderful, don't they!"

"Well, whatever it was, it worked." Lord Biggun said. "There is one
question I have though. How did you engineer Charles' escape?"

"That was my idea," Edward said. "We borrowed Jack's little brother, Joe,
for the afternoon. He's only ten, but as bright as a button. I dropped some
of his old underthings in Melrose's bedroom when I was there and then got
Joe to take his shirt off and scream blue murder when he saw him climb out
the window. It was while he was shoutin' and ollerin' that Charles and me
made our escape."

"What will happen to Melrose now?" Charles asked, uncomfortably aware that
David Melrose's perversions were dangerously similar to his own.

"It's my guess he is already on the way to Folkestone en route to Paris,"
Lord Albert said. "For some reason the police couldn't find the child that
had presumably been abused, and therefore had no case. The boy seems to
have disappeared completely! I also took the trouble to meet with David
Melrose's father this afternoon and explained a few things to him. He ended
up being rather grateful to us for taking care of what was becoming an
acute family embarrassment, and promised to remove him to Paris with all
haste."

"Well, that's it then," Lord Biggun said. "All's well that ends well. Does
that mean I can have my son back now?"

"Only if you insist," Edward grinned. "I think we could become very good
friends if we were allowed."

"You are welcome to visit us anytime you wish, but for now, Charles must
return to his school where they can keep some sort of eye on him." Then,
with a serious look at his son, added, "And hopefully learn that some
pleasures demand a very heavy price if taken incautiously."

Once Charles and Lord Biggun had departed, Albert and his ward were at
something of a loose end, the events of the previous two days leaving them
with a sense of anti-climax.

"I rather like Charles you know," Edward said as he settled himself in
Albert's lap. "But I don't think I could live as he does. His amusements
are rather different to ours."

"I know precisely what you mean," Albert replied. "He can be exciting to be
with, but his habits are, shall we say, a little too physical for me."

"Me too," Edward cooed in Albert's ear. "I much prefer our tenderness.
Talking of which isn't it about time we ........"

"Had a little rest? I quite agree. Shall we?"

Gently, and with loving care, Albert picked Edward up in his arms and
carried him to the master bedroom.

The End