Date: Wed, 15 Apr 2020 07:46:30 +0000 (UTC) From: Peter Brown Subject: Last of the Line Chapter 53 Last of the Line by badboi666 =============================================================================== If sex with boys isn't your thing, go away. If, as is much more likely, you've come to this site precisely to get your rocks off reading about sex with 14-year-olds then make yourself comfortable - you're in the right place. Don't leave, however, without doing this: Donate to Nifty - these buggers may do it for love but they still have to eat. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html =============================================================================== Chapter 53 Arthur and I left our hats and coats with the same young man who had been on duty on my last visit. I was glad that John had not been there, for I know not how I should have acted with him. One part of me dearly wished to see him, to tell him what was now so obvious to me; the other half dreaded seeing him, partly for fear I should embarrass us both by my lack of control over my emotions, partly for fear of his laughter were I to say what was in my heart. But by good fortune Arthur and I found no sign of him when we reached a settee. The Master must have been informed that a patron had arrived bringing with him a stranger, for within less than a minute of our sitting down he appeared. "Good day, Seth, we did not expect you so soon." He smiled a welcome to us both, and we stood. "Master, this is my good friend Arthur whom I wish to introduce to your house." Arthur and the Master bowed to each other and the Master offered his hand. "You are welcome, Arthur. Doubtless Seth has told you of the pleasures we offer to gentlemen. Pray seat yourselves and the list will be brought to you," and he left as swiftly as he had arrived. I prayed that the list - and the brandy - would not be brought by John, and my prayers were answered when Luke appeared. "Hello, Seth," he said, setting my brandy down. He turned to Arthur. "Welcome, Arthur, my name is Luke and Seth will perhaps tell you something of what I can offer. Here in the list is information about all the men and boys of the house. I shall let you read it, and shall return in a few minutes when you have made your choice." He smiled and left us. "Look at the list, Arthur, even though we know you will choose Henry." I sat back while Arthur glanced at the pages, and then, his eyes opening wider, while he read most carefully. When he had reached the end he asked me how many I had been with. "Just the three boys, for I have no interest in anyone over the age of 17 or so." Arthur laughed. "Apart from your father and me." I grinned, "yes, if I lust after old men I know where they may be found. But you know how much I enjoy the pot boys in the inns - as do you, for you have said so." Arthur acknowledged that it was so. "Who will you choose while I am busy with Henry?" I had given it no thought, thinking that I would while away the time drinking brandy on the settee, and I said so to Arthur. "Seth, that would be the height of folly, and for two - no, three - very good reasons. One, you might encounter John and it's very clear to me that you wish to avoid him, though why I cannot imagine. If you saw him and clasped him to your bosom all these doubts and darknesses would surely be resolved." I looked at him, and saw from his face that he was teasing me. I smiled, embarrassed to have been taken in. "Second?" "Second, if you choose the delicious Luke - whose charms you have described, and which are confirmed by the list - you may learn more about your John than his brother, out of some loyalty, may care to divulge." It was true: I had not though of it. "And third," added Arthur, "from all accounts you'll have a bloody good fuck." While we were laughing Luke came back. "You are in a merry mood, gentlemen. What - or who - will be your pleasure?" Arthur pointed to Henry in the list. "That one, is he truly 16?" "Indeed, Arthur. Has Seth not spoken to you of him?" "Indeed he has, but he is a terrible judge of a man's age when the heat is upon him. If this Henry is truly 16 and if he is as willing to do those things of which the list speaks then I will have two hours with him, and I shall fuck him and ... perhaps he will have the skill to coax me into fucking him again a little later." I could hardly contain my mirth: Arthur was enjoying himself greatly. "And I will have you, Luke, for my memory of our last time is a good one. Nothing extra this time." I was glad Luke had not mentioned golden showers, for my interest - devotion - in that area was not something of which I had chosen to make Arthur aware. Luke smiled, "I shall enjoy that, Seth, as you will, Arthur," and he left us. "The Master will come for payment," I whispered, "it will be £4 each. Let me pay." The Master came and I gave him £8. "Thank you, Seth. Will you both remain after your two hours, for I have things to advise each of you." When he had gone I explained that Arthur would be given a name. "Is that how you became Gilead?" I nodded, "the fellow who introduced me was Armageddon." Arthur's eyebrows rose. "For a bawdy-house the Master has a scriptural turn of mind," but I could not reply before Luke and Henry appeared. Henry, briefed by the Master no doubt that the new man was for him, greeted Arthur by name, while giving me a quick smile. "Come, Arthur," he said softly, leaving Luke to lead me away. ***** I found that Luke was as pleasing in all we did as he had been that first time. When we were both naked he knelt in front of me and took my cock in his mouth, his hands caressing my balls. I did not wish to come too quickly, so when I felt in danger I lifted him up and knelt in front of him, doing his cock the same courtesies. I raised my mouth to say that I hoped he could come three times, and his smile as he nodded made my return to duty on his cock intensify. He moved his feet apart and his knees bent slightly, signs which I took to mean that his arse would welcome fingers. In they went and his magic spot was found, instantly eliciting a great sigh from him and, my tongue being busy, a few moments thereafter a gush of hot spunk flew into my mouth. "Oh fuck, Seth, I had forgotten," he whispered. When I had swallowed his nectar and led him to the bed he lay on his back, a happy smile upon his features. "Fuck me, Seth, I'm hot for your cock and its magic." "Then you must wait a while, Luke, for my fingers have visited your arse, but my lips have not." His smile widened, "yes, I had indeed forgotten." His knees were at his ears and his arse was there, exposed and welcoming. God! how boys his age filled me with desire! I spent many minutes - twenty at the very least - with my mouth busy at his arse or nearby, with occasional visits to his balls and his cock. Luke spent those twenty or more minutes moaning softly and seeking my entry, but I had my own plan. At last it was time. I knelt between his thighs and his smile melted as he fastened his ankles together behind my neck. "At last, Seth," he whispered, "give me your steel." "Ay, lad, and my molten iron, but not so quickly." My cock touched his arse lips - already engorged with desire, and slowly I drove into him, into the warm soft wet insides of the lovely boy underneath me. The boy who, when he felt my cock as deeply into him as I could thrust it, put his arms around my chest as though to prison me there until the World's end, or our spending at least. "Yes," he breathed, "yes, Seth. It has been too many months." It was around ten more minutes before my performance ended. My cock spewed many days'-worth of spunk into him two or three minutes after he had poured - yes, poured, though he had spunked not an hour earlier - more of his juice onto his belly. Ecstatic though the fuck had been I knew that the conversation we would have while we lay together, each knowing that further coupling was to follow, was of greater importance. "Well, Luke, what has happened since I met you last? Have you had any fucks as good as that one?" I set a light tone on purpose, knowing it very likely that the multitude of fucks he must have had in the months since our first would surely have included many of greater consequence than mine. He paused, as if to give the matter serious thought, then - we were lying on our backs very close - he turned to look at my face. "Only two, Seth, and only one of those was with a patron." "That must mean that Jason has speared you with his mighty equipment." Luke laughed. "I would not let that thing anywhere near my arse, Seth. No, it's for patrons only. Besides, Jason looks down on the boys. You know the one here - John. He is young and although he likes what he is called upon to perform he sometimes needs consolation. He hates to show any weakness to Henry, who would be the natural person in whom a brother should confide, but John seeks to keep his difficulties from him, so he comes to me. I like John, Seth, he is a nice boy and he trusts me to counsel him as best I can." This was news I dreaded to hear: John, my John (as I thought of him as I was lying there), was being brutalised - but John, surely, was a willing worker in this place. My turmoil was returned in all its fateful coiling. Luke was unaware of my feelings, for when I asked if John had been ill-treated by a patron, wounded perhaps or, worse, torn, he chuckled. "No, nothing of that kind. Henry has trained him well to accommodate the sizes we are used to seeing here. Nothing like Jason, but few patrons have anything that big. No, John is unhappy about something, but if he knows what it is he hasn't found the words yet. He and I sleep together if there is no patron wanting us for the night, and yes, I mean sleep together, Seth. The brothers used to sleep together and for all I know they used to fuck as well: I think it very likely. But several days ago - it must be two weeks - John came to me and asked very timidly if he could sleep with me. 'Do you mean you want me to fuck you?' I said, and he smiled. 'I should like that too, but I want to sleep with you, Luke, for ... I need to talk with someone I can trust.' 'And is that not your brother?' I said, but he shook his head. But you have had two hours with John and you know what a boisterous little imp he is in bed. So between bouts of sleeping and long silent moments when he cannot tell me what it is he wants to say - then we have bouts of fucking, and the fucks he and I have are the ones - the only ones, Seth -" (and here he looked into my eyes and stroked my cheek) "- that touch me more deeply than the fuck we had earlier. Why are you crying?" ***** An hour later I was waiting on the settee for Arthur. A worried Luke had offered to sit with me, but I had assured him that he had done all that he could for me. "Go, but say naught to anyone. Do you promise?" He had nodded, "ay, Seth, none shall learn anything from me." The Master came out a few minutes later. "I would rather tell you of our arrangement ere your friend Arthur returns," he said. I made an effort to appear interested, which I think he believed true. "You are a good patron, Seth, and if Arthur returns as often as you have done you will both make me a rich man." He gave a deep laugh which did not, for one moment, give me the idea that he was making a joke. "Here, this is your commission," and he handed me a small purse which, when I looked inside, I saw contained ten sovereigns. In my fey mood I had the presence of mind to thank him, for it was a larger commission than I had expected. "I shall wait with you for Arthur, for his two hours will soon be up," he said, and settled himself. I had no wish for conversation, but luckily I was not put greatly to the test for Arthur soon joined us. I could see from his face that he had much to tell me, and I was sure that my countenance bore the same message for him. But before any of these messages could be told the Master had to tell Arthur the procedure. Mercifully it took him only a minute or two to give Arthur his new name: Bashan. Arthur was amused. "Tell me, Master, why are the names you give us all Biblical?" The Master chuckled. "You must not think it is because you are all holy. Nay, the Masters of the Houses use different types of name so that a patron who visits another house cannot be thought of as an impostor. Here in Stoke you are all called after places in the Bible. In other towns they are called after men in the Bible, or men in the plays of Shakespeare, or in another town even types of fish. That is the usage in Norwich. If someone came to my door and said he was Abraham of Norwich, or Herring of Bristol my doorkeeper would know he was a fraud - mayhap a constable, and bar the door. So do not forget your names, my friends!" and with a great rumble of mirth he got up to go. "I hope to welcome you again, Arthur, or should I remind you - Bashan." Arthur drew me close. "We have much to say, Seth." "Ay, and the sooner the better." We left the house and walked slowly back towards the inn. "When I spoke with Henry between our bouts of exercise - he is a fine boy, and no mistake, Seth - I learned what ails John, or rather I learned what his brother thinks to be the matter. Henry believes that John has become smitten with someone, but he is at a loss to know who she may be. The Master's boys are not free to go about Stoke as boys ordinarily are, and Henry cannot fathom how his brother has found a lass to swoon over, for no other explanation has occurred to him. You are fortunate, I think, that while Henry is very talented in his cock and his arse, and has a fine imagination of exciting uses to which they may be put, his brains are not equally blessed. It has not entered his noddle that the object of John's mooning might be as well-provided with a cock as he is." I smiled - the first smile for some time. "Luke told me something which fits that theory. He and John share a bed, and in that bed, as well as all the things your lusty mind is imagining, Arthur, they share quiet secrets. John has told Luke of a great secret so terrible to him that it cannot be told to anyone, not even his brother." "Let me guess. John has found himself unable to think of anything other than a particular patron." "Yes, but there is more, Arthur. John is beside himself because he cannot see a way to speak to the patron, and even were he to do so he is afraid that the patron would laugh in his face, and call him a fool." "We are fools, are we not, Seth, when we dance and weave about each other, fearing to make a declaration of love - yes, for that is what it is - in case it is rejected." I nodded, glad that in the poorly-lit street my tears were not shining. "What shall I do?" "You love John, and he loves you. Is that the truth as you perceive it?" "Ay." "Well then, we have to find a way in which you and he can express those feelings and test the strength of them. Once that is done - it need take no more than ten seconds, I fancy, you and John have to decide what you are both going to do to give effect to your new discovery." Arthur was enjoying himself again. "What can we do?" I said, for he works in a brothel and I am a land-owner. "Land-owners have staff, Seth," he said gently, "has that not occurred to you? Your pot boys in the inn serve you at the table and in your bed. Why should a boy not do the same in your home? I have no doubt that John would leap at the chance to come and work for us. No, the problem is Henry. That is where we need to plan carefully. Will you wish to employ him as well? What if he enjoys being fucked here so much that confining himself to the three of us will seem a dull feast?" "Three of us? Is Amos a party to all this?" "Seth, if you import two pretty lads like these two, and lads as full of energetic mischief you will not keep Amos's cock out of the game. We may seem old to you, but we ancients know a thing or two," and his eyes sparkled mischievously: the gas lights were bright enough for that to be very evident. We had reached the inn. "A tankard while we plot," he said. ***** Two hours later we made our separate ways to our separate chambers. "We must maintain our energies for tonight," he said. We had agreed that we should both return that evening and would appear to consult the list most carefully. Arthur, being the newcomer, would ask whichever lad came to see whom we would choose whether the Master would, as a special favour, allow the two of us to be entertained by the two brothers. He would find a manner of suggesting that some extra delights might be afforded by two couples coupling together. We agreed that the Master would have no difficulty in accommodating such a request, and would doubtless charge accordingly, but we wished the request to seem to be made diffidently. Once the four of us were stripped for action a conversation would ensue, we hoped, during which the outcomes desired by each several party to the discussion would become known, and a plan to give them effect drawn up. I slept very well that night, the exercise of my cock, my brain and my heart having all contributed to an ease in my soul. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ This was all proving too familiar for words. Dodo and Seb found it difficult to tell each other how they felt 150 years after these two lovesick idiots. At least Billy and I hadn't had that hurdle of doubt to negotiate, and for that I felt I - we - had been truly lucky. Billy was no longer in the Library - he had gone some time earlier. No doubt things had reached a convenient stopping place in the Brideshead saga. I looked at my watch and found that Dinner wasn't for another half hour. I could at least read a bit more, and hope to discover what the outcome of the planned foursome might be. Whatever John decided to do wouldn't result in an heir though. How would that little matter be overcome? +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ At a few minutes after 9 o'clock Arthur knocked as I had instructed. The grille opened. "Bashan." Please God there is a reply, I thought. "Gomorrah." Thank you, Lord. Luke greeted us with our brandy glasses. "So soon, gentlemen! Do you need to see the list again - it has not changed?" "Nay, Luke," said Arthur, but we have an unusual request. We wish to have two hours with Henry and John, the four of us together. Is that permitted?" Luke laughed. "Arthur, anything is permitted, but the price is not always what might be expected. In the market if you buy a quantity of goods the price is lowered; here the Master reverses the process. If one of you wished Henry and the other John - assuming your tastes were not for any of the specials - it would be £4 each, as you well know. Plough them both in the same field and it will be £10." " £10 will buy us exactly what we need, Luke. Will you tell the Master?" Five minutes later the Master had accepted Arthur's £10 and the boys were standing before us, Henry grinning like an ape and John looking solemn. "Come, lads," said Arthur, "we have much sport to make with you." As soon as we were in the room - one I had not been in before, and furnished with one of the largest beds I had seen - I took John's hand. "Do not look solemn, John," I whispered, "for I must tell you what is in my heart. I hope 'tis what is in yours also." He turned to look at me. It was as though the sun had emerged from behind a great thunder-cloud. "Seth? Can you ...?" He was in my arms, his face buried in my chest, his body racked with sobbing. "I think that problem has solved itself," said Arthur drily, "we have now only to consider what it betokens. Come, Henry, let us play our merry game while these lovers fly away to Paradise." Henry was dumb-struck. "How did ... I thought it was a lass ... John and Seth?" "Yes, Henry, John and Seth. Will you take your clothes off so that I may enjoy again the games we played yesterday?" ***** I can say naught about what Arthur and Henry did that night, for my entire attention was on John, my John, the John who loved me as fervently as I loved him. "I've never loved anyone before, Seth," he whispered after I had fucked him. "I've been fucked many times, and I know the warm feeling after I have spent, but when I am with you it is like a furnace compared to a candle." I held him close. "I never want to leave you, John." He sighed. "But you have only two hours, Seth." Arthur and Henry were lying beside us, their tempest over for the time being. "We have an idea," said Arthur. "Seth is a landowner with an Estate some 20 miles from here. He will employ you both at whatever tasks you wish, and train you to better yourselves if you wish. You would be together, and you would share the activities you enjoy here, living with us." John squeezed tight to me and I felt the sobs again - sobs, I knew, of happiness at the prospect opening before him. "Say yes, Henry," he managed to say. "Well Henry, what do you feel?" I said, "for everything Arthur said is true. You would be paid a fair wage for your labour." Henry said that if John wished to go and live with me he - John - would willingly do the same, "but the Master will make a fuss, of that I am sure. And we cannot run away for if your Estate is only 20 miles away he will surely find us. You and Arthur have stayed at an inn here in Stoke, and he will easily find your names by asking about. No, if we are to leave his employ it must be with his agreement, and I fear that will cost you a great deal of money. We - our arses - bring him a rich reward and he will not lightly cast us aside. =============================================================================== The fun continues in Chapter 54 as Seth accommodates the Master and the brothers begin a new life. Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped nifty a few quid. ===============================================================================