Date: Fri, 28 May 2021 04:50:55 +0000 From: Nax Xo Subject: The regiment of the Hussars -- part 6 The usual disclaimers apply. If you shouldn't be reading this please don't. The copyright of this story is held by the author. This story is an original work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This is a free electronic story. No part of this electronic story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form by any means electronic or mechanical including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author. If you are not of legal age in your location to view and read adult material, please close out of this story and delete any material you have downloaded or copied to your computer- This story will contains descriptions of sex between men and boys. If these things offend you please leave in peace. ************ All comments are welcomed. Let me know what you think. ************ Please remember Nifty and make a donation to help them to continue bringing us these stories. http://donate.nifty.org/ Story code: military, historical, incest ============================== The regiment of the Hussars -- part 6 ============================== They were mid supper when Tim came running in yelling, "Sirs? Sirs! Please come and help Carrot-top. Come!", and the meal was disturbed with the commotion. Both officers stood up, put their loose chemises on, and got out of the tent, Walliams asking Tim to fetch Captain Rogers and Lieutenant Schmitt to join them. While waiting for the others Walliams asked Tim, "What's the matter? What's the reason of this behavior?", Tim looking scared replied, "They tied Carrot-top to a post and are throwing filth at him, chanting and calling him names and dirty words. I tried to get near but suddenly I too was being pelted and attacked, so I ran back to warn you to help save him." "That's odd!" Exclaimed Walliams. "Never heard of such a thing. We'll straighten this out immediately.", perorated Walliams. "James, keep the fort. Beware!", Walliams said to James. Rogers and Schmitt joined the party and all went quickly, guided by Tim, towards the place where Carrot-top was being held. When they got there the chaos was beyond imagination. The wooden post where Carrot-top was tied to was on the middle of the patio where the army stoves and grills were set. There was a putrid smell of vegetable decay permeating the place. The cooks were standing in front of the fires, arms on hips holding big wooden spoons. Their white robes and hats had been white once but not anymore. If there were fat people in the Regiment those would be the cooks and their helpers. Upon the arrival of the officers the ruckus abated somewhat and Captain Walliams shouted, "Who's in charge in this damned place, I say? Who's in charge?", repeated Walliams assuming a stance of leadership. The laughter and the yelling started to tone down and a fat stocky cook with a gigantic sheet of white yellowish cloth wrapped around him, with a crooked bonnet in his head, stepped forward and yelled, "Who the Hell wants to know? How dare you enter my kitchens and question me?", screamed the cook. "Why are you punishing this lad? Whatever he has done cannot be that bad.", questioned Walliams assuming a contained furious tension, not unnoticed by those around him. More and more of the men torturing Carrot-top let go of their prepared projectiles, turned their backs and started abandoning the premises. Walliams reached for Carrot-top's cane that was laying on the ground and struck a wooden table with a heavy blow producing a loud crack that definitely shushed the remainder of the noise and stopped all conversations, "I want an answer now!", giving Tim the signal to untie poor Carrotâ€`top who had almost lost consciousness from the freight he got. "This damned lad was accused of stealing food. He will eat when it pleases me and not before. You have no say in what happens in my kitchens and the Major is going to know about this, he will!", yelled the cook. Walliams lowered his voice and in a sibylline but projected voice told the cook, "You may be the superintendent of the kitchens but you have no hart." Lauder, he exclaimed, "I... brought the lad in this morning. He was hungry. The minimum you could do was to feed him before you started working him to death. If he was eating was because somebody gave him food behind your back. Treated like this he will be of no interest to you. He will be dead in no time. Half a day is not enough time to indenture him. I'll take him back and you don't have to deal with his problem anymore. Don't bother complaining to the Major. I'll tell him myself of your behavior.", and with that he turned his back with Tim carrying Carrot-top in his arms with the help of the others, still a bit off, gently sobbing. In no time they returned to their own encampment. James was surprised by the appearance of the lad but he was so dirty that he decided to take care of him. His physical frame and muscles were sufficient to carry the lad to the river bank. He gently started cleaning him up of the putrid food he had on his clothes, face, hair and arms. As he got Carrot-top cleaner, under all that crap he was discovering a small lad with the same coloring of hair James had, the same eye shade of green and the freckled skin so distinctive of red heads. Now he understood why they called him Carrot-Top. He hadn't seen the boy before. He had traveled ahead with the Napoleon artillery piece. He hadn't known of him in the spy episode. He was holding the lad in his arms feeling empathy with this unknown small person. Carrot-top started to awaken from his ordeal. He still couldn't understand why those men started to throw filth at him. He was just eating a piece of bread with peppered lard that somebody gave him. He did not know anybody. He went over to the kitchens to ask for work and the fat cook asked him if he knew how to peel vegetables and butcher meat and he answered yes. Next moment he got knocked on the head, lost his stick and was being dragged to a wooden post where they hung the carcasses to be butchered. It smelled vile of curdled blood and rotted and putrid crap. He got knocked again and he passed out. And now he was awakening in the arms of a God, The God of Red Heads, the God Thor. As everybody kept telling him, Thor had red hair and now he was holding him in his arms. He thought he might be dead after all. They said that when red heads pass away they become vampires, that's what everybody said. People were mean. He didn't trust people. But now he felt alright. If he was dying in the arms of Thor than he would die happy. He opened up a smile admiring those green gentle eyes staring back at him. And he could see the smile reflected on God Thor back at him. He started to move. His arms tried to embrace God but Thor spoke to him, "Hey lad, are you feeling OK?" Suddenly, Carrot-top was afraid. It was a man, not a God. He was done for! He was going to be drowned in the river, and immediately he started to scream and kick his legs to escape the man who was trying to drown him. "What's all this racket, James?", sounded Lieutenant Jarvis approaching the river bank. While James was trying to hold on to the boy, Lt. Jarvis came to help and when Carrot-top saw him he quieted down and started to sob again. He had recognized the man he had slept with the night before, and he had protected him. And if this red head man was his companion he wouldn't harm him either, so he quieted down some. Carrot-top babbled, "Sorry, Mr. James. It all came back to me and I thought you were going to.... Oh, never mind!", said Carrot-top. James helped him stand up and told him, "You better take your clothes off and wash them. They're filthy and smelly and you will not be allowed inside the tents reeking the way you do, do you hear." And James added a bit annoyed, "You better do it right away." He got up and left. Carrot-top was surprised with the reaction and asked Lt. Jarvis, "I don't know whatever bit his ass! What did I ever done to him? Jeez!", with hands on his hips Lt, Jarvis said, "Oh, I don't know. After he carried you from the tents and washed the grime you had all over you, I bet he was expecting .... perhaps a `thank you', may be? I don't know. I'm sure he was not waiting to be kicked and scream at.", snickered Lt. Jarvis. Carrot-top, naked, knee deep in the river, trying to get his rags cleaned as best as he could, looked up at Lt. Jarvis and asked, "What can I do now? He went away." "Well, when you finish, go by the tents and look him up and talk to him. Then, you have to present yourself to Captain Walliams. It was him who took the steps to confront the cook. He will want to talk to you.", said Lt. Jarvis turning around and going back to camp. Carrot-top was so confused. He didn't know how he always got entangled in all these messes, with people turning on him trying to do him harm. Perhaps it was true. Red heads were cursed and said to have no souls. He was doomed, yes he was! He kept trying to wash his rags but instead of cleaning them they were rotting away breaking in small pieces. He finally ended up with a few shredded pieces the rest flowing away in the river current. He finished cleaning himself with common soapwort growing in the waterline as best as he was able, to reduce the foul smell, and started to walk back to camp following the path Lt. Jarvis had taken. When he finally reached camp he looked around and saw Mr. James sitting on a bench cleaning and taking care of his chores. He timidly approached the table and spoke, "Mr. James, excuse me Sir. I didn't mean no offense back there by the river. I was scared and frightened of those men. And I never seen you....", he said timidly and hunched. James raised his head, looked at the naked kid and asked harshly, "Where are your clothes? You cannot go running around camp naked. Put some of them on even if they are wet." Carrot-top's first reaction was to answer aggressively, but decided not to, "I don't have any clothes left, I have nothing, nothing!", said the boy sobbing gently. James, still angry, stood up, grabbed the boy's arm and half dragged him towards Captain Walliams quarters. "May I come in, Captain, Sir?", requested James. "Yes. Come in." replied the Captain looking surprised, "What have we here?" Looking at the naked boy in front of him trembling with nervousness. "And why on earth is he still naked?", insisted the Captain looking at James. "Sir, this devil-kid lost his rags in the river and has nothing else to put on. Besides, he is ill tempered and foul mouthed and does not appreciate what we have done to save him. Do you want me to dispose of him?", asked James with an evil streak in him at the same time winking his eye to the Captain. Captain Walliams sat on the trunk and fidgeted with his mustache and said to James, "Go and get something for the lad to wear. When you go out, close the tent flap and let me talk to him. I have to clarify some things with him now." James turned around and left the tent. "Sit down!" yelled Captain Walliams at the boy. Carrot-top sat cross legged on the carpet. He could not find his cock. He was so scared of what was happening to him his cock had hidden itself inside him as he wished he could do too. He was looking directly at Captain Walliams' eyes waiting for his fate. "What the fuck is the matter with you, son? Don't you know there's a war on? Humpf! We tried to help you out yesterday and now this. Why can't you cooperate with the rest of the people? You spied on us, tried to betray us when we gave you shelter for the night. We brought you to camp to help you find a job and somebody to get you some food, and now this, hein! What do you want?", said the Captain. The silence lay heavy between them and there was a low moaning and sobbing sound coming from the lad sitting on the ground. His head had lowered down mid tirade, looking down at the carpet, and he was feeling so unhappy and so miserable. He thought of starting up again and screaming some kind of crap at the Captain but he was tired, really tired. He felt like he just wanted to die. He decided to level with the Captain before he left. Where was he to go? "Sir. I'm sorry for all the problems I've caused. But I had no intention of causing them. I was just hungry and curious. That's something a lad my age is bound to be. I saw you all having sex and I got excited. Not that I am a virgin, I'm not. I've done plenty of it. But all that flesh and the asses going up and down got to me. What was I to do? I didn't want to interrupt you because I could tell you were enjoying it yourselves. I wished I could have joined you. But all got messed up. My life is always ending up in these dead ends and troubles. I'm sorry. I'll leave as soon as I have some clothes to put on.", finished the boy a little out of breath. Captain Walliams was looking at him wondering. Is he for real? Or is he pulling my leg? He is cute and he looked like he could pull his weight. They were just having too much new faces on his and Rogers' Squadrons and most of them inexperienced. It was going to be a heavy burden for them to get all three up to par. He kept looking at the lad who, once in a while raised his head with a hopeful gaze. He suspected that if he abandoned the kid his life would turn for the worst. Perhaps if James could give a hand he would quiet down and settle a bit. The best I can do is try it. Let's see where this takes us. "I will give you one more chance if you want to stay with us.", said de Captain and continued, "You have to follow the rules and be observant of the norms. We are at war, you know? And living in war times is difficult and risky. I will put you under First Private James the one that took you to the river and washed you up. You'll have to obey him in everything. Do not discuss or contradict him. I will give him permission to lash you with the whip if necessary. Understood?", Carrot-top was wide eyed admiring Captain Walliams. In a weird way he found him sexy. "Yes master. I'll obey Master. I'll do whatever you say, just don't send me away, Master.", and he started crying uncontrollably. It was the first time an adult gave him something and not demanded anything in return. He knew he had to work hard for it but the fact that he hadn't required him to compensate was a first. He was so relieved he couldn't stop sobbing. "There, there. Don't need to cry. I just want to hear from you that you'll adhere to what I've just said. If you behave correctly everything is going to be OK.", said the Captain. "I will, I promise I will.", said the boy quieting a little more. Captain Walliams went outside to talk to James and returned back inside momentarily. "What's your real name, boy?", asked Captain Walliams. Carrot-top replied "I was named Rusty, but nobody calls me that. I prefer if you called me by Carrot-top." "Fine by me", replied the captain. "Go outside put on the clothes First Private James has prepared for you and eat some of the food on the table. James will be back to join you. I need to talk to him first." And so the boy left the tent and James came in. "James my man. Are you still mad at the boy?, asked the Captain to his companion. "Came on James, he's just a kid. If I didn't know any better he could be your son or your younger brother. Don't you think?", joked the Captain. James felt perturb by the insinuation. It wasn't that the thought hadn't crossed his head. Nah! That wasn't possible. He hadn't fucked any woman. He didn't care for women, he cared for man, for his adored Captain Walliams. But a brother he might be. What were the odds? Nah! Impossible. "Well, he just got on my nerves a while ago. I don't care one way or the other. Don't know what the lad's gona do.", replied James. "Well that was the idea, dear James. You taking care of him. Being two red heads you could teach him a thing or two and make him learn how to control his temper like you did. You're the gentlest of souls.", said the Captain approaching James, raising his hand to James face and giving him a kiss on the cheek. James knew that the Captain knew how to make him do whatever he asked of him. It was a thing. Being taller and stronger than the Captain didn't matter at all. He was putty in his hands. He liked it so. He would die for him too. James smiled and returned the kiss, this time a peck in Captain's lips. "What are your intentions, Sir? What do you want him trained for?" "Well James, he has to learn how to ride a horse and take care of it. Use his knowledge of carving meat to teach him how to use a dagger in self-defense. Try and understand if he knows anything of quarterstaff, singlestick or stick-fighting as he arrived with his own stick. That could be helpful in a pinch; and the usual trappings of our life in the war path. When he is ready he could join us in our sorties or stay behind taking care of our stuff and trunk in the baggage train. You could also exercise him to acquire some more strength, he'll need it. You know my preferences and you know the Major's preferences. If he doesn't get muscles fast the Major will keep him for himself, and we don't want that, do we?", explained the Captain and continued, "That's the urgent part. Then, he'll have to care for our stuff in the trunk, laundry, and uniforms, know the military ranks, to service and learn how to pitch a tent the way we're accustomed to. He's a smart kid and he will learn fast. I'm convinced he would be an added bonus to our entourage." James smiled and answer as expected. "I'll do it. We'll be joined at the hip from now on." "Aah! One other thing. Let Edwards know of what we're planning so he can cooperate. Add Tim to the training and I'll ask Captain Rogers if he wants Roy to join you all. Understood?" "Yes Sir, Captain, Sir.", and James left the tent. Walliams went out, passed Rogers tent and asked him if he cared to accompany him to the latrines on the far side of the tents. It was always better to have company than to be alone. Rogers needed to go so they started walking together. It was a fair distance away behind the last long lines of tents and also behind the horse barns. Walliams started a conversation: "As you've noticed I decided to keep the red haired boy in our company and I charged James to care for the instruction they need to have to become useful. I was wondering if you want your boy to tag along so he can learn the trade?", asked Walliams to his friend. "That won't be a half assed idea. He could learn some manners and help around. Do you think it is going to be OK?, asked Rogers. "I don't think there is going to be any problem.", replied Walliams. In the meantime Tim and Roy came back to the tents from tending to the horses, to find Carrotâ€`top finish eating and listening to First Private James. "Have you boys eaten? If not, grab something. We'll have to be ready to serve our masters when they arrive back.", said James. There was a rabbit stew brewing for the masters. On their way back from the latrines they will stop over the officers' mess to have a drink a listen to gossip. On Captain Rogers' tent Schmitt and Jarvis were talking in lower tones. They had opened the trunks and were trying out civilian clothes for the mission in the near future. After a while they got bored because they couldn't make heads or tails of what were they supposed to wear. Jarvis sat down and Schmitt was still standing. "You're awfully somber, Schmitt. What's the matter?", asked Jarvis. "I see you all having a purpose and finding entertainment with each other and the orderlies, and I can't find someone for me. I like the fucking and the rest we do but I miss the closeness of somebody just for myself, you see?", complained Schmitt. Jarvis turned his head to look at Schmitt with more attention, "It's not your dick or your will to fuck. But I seldom see you take it up the arse. Don't you like it? Or What?", inquired Jarvis of his companion. "I feel constrained. What I like is frowned upon. I don't know what Captain Rogers will think of it, and I like serving under him. I don't care to change Companies and I enjoy the company of you all.", Schmitt continued. "Come out with it. You can share your worries with me. You have my unconditional support. You know you do.", Jarvis added. "Yes, Yes. But now is even more difficult, because he is closer." Jarvis was baffled by this admission. He couldn't figure out who the fuck was he talking about. He insisted..., "Tell me who you're after or interested in. I'll see what I can do." Schmitt raised his head, his face blushing, "... I get really excited being fucked by the lower classes, especially by a man with a lower rank then mine. But it's not proper for me to ask. A gentlemen should not stoop so low. And I don't think he's aware of my interest." Schmitt was embarrassed sharing this information with Jarvis. Jarvis was approached by Schmitt who pulled him up by his hand so he could stand up, and gave him a hug enveloping his friends' back, pushing him closer and kissing him on the cheek. His friend was suffering and he wanted to help. Jarvis whispered something in Schmitt's ear and Schmitt whispered back. Schmitt replied with a soft voice, "Thanks my friend.", and they disengaged and changed the subject. They heard voices and identified them as Captains Walliams' and Rogers'. They entered Captain Rogers' tent and Rogers exclaimed, "What a mess you two. We'll figure that out latter. Call Edwards to get this sorted out while we're going for dinner over to Captain Walliams' tent." Jarvis noticed Schmitt's awkwardness but didn't say a thing. After dinner everybody retired to their own quarters. Rogers laid a hand on Roy's shoulder and went to his tent. Walliams said "Jarvis, you and James will spend the night with me." And dismissed the others. They could see Tim's sad face as well as the baffled face of young Carrotâ€`top's. James helped Captain Walliams and Lt. Jarvis undress who laid down naked on the wide raised mattress. It took James a couple more minutes to straighten the gentlemen's uniforms and put a shine on their boots. While James was doing his chores, Jarvis started by asking Walliams, "Sir, why did you choose me for your bed? I though you would choose Tim or even Carrot-top?" "I don't want any fuss tonight. I prefer to have a friend and a dedicated servant for my company. And if we get aroused so much the better. I'm not in the mood for teaching or initiating anybody in the pleasures of the flesh. And I ask your cooperation in giving James a special treatment tonight. He really deserves it on account of his added responsibilities taking care and teaching the new additions. He is a no fuss guy I'm that's what I want. Are you with me?", asked Walliams. "Of course Sir. Whatever you desire", replied Lt. Jarvis. He turned sideways and laid his hand very smoothly on Captain Walliams' chest, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Walliams smiled seeing his friend's member starting to inflate and expand. He enjoyed the attention very much. He enjoyed being the cause of so much arousal and desire. The flap of the inner bed chamber was raised and a naked James paused and was framed in all his glory. Almost like a male Aphrodite, his fair skin and reddish hair could confuse you. Looking down his overgrown pubic hair hid his small but very functional dick giving the brief elusion Aphrodite was visiting mortals. But James had nothing of a female nature. Walliams had a special place in his heart for James. He knew that Private James adored him and had promised to serve him loyally. The fact that he turned out to be a steady support, a reliable friend and a very efficient military man only added to his credits. "Come James, join us.", said Walliams. James started towards the side of the bed but Walliams was peremptory, "Right here between us.", patting the place between himself and Lt. Jarvis. James though it was unusual for that to happen, but he respected his superior's whiches. He laid down facing up and looked right and left to Captain Williams and Lt. Jarvis. He did not know what to expect or what was expected of him so he stayed calm and collected. "James!", said Captain Walliams, "Thank you for all the help you've been providing to the unit. I know things run smoothly because of you. And Lt. Jarvis and I decided to entertain you tonight.", advanced Walliams. "There's no need, Captain. I thank you anyway but you don't need to bother yourselves with me. I'm just doing my job the best way I can.", replied James. "Anyway, we're doing it.", added Lt. Jarvis, smiling. Each of the officers grabbed James nipple closest to them and started rolling it between the index and thumb enticing a quick response from James. His nipples became hard as fists. Walliams and Jarvis were working like a team. Jarvis was used to being with Walliams and could almost guess his next movement. They both started kissing James, alternating between the mouth and the neck skin to a point where the three of them were kissing mouths at the same time, exchanging spit, twisting tongues against tongues. Captain Walliams and Lt. Jarvis's free hands where roaming up and down James torso, reaching his dick that had hardened almost immediately. Lt. Jarvis scooted down and engulfed the stalk filing his mouth in one go. His lips touched James' pubic hairs, kept it there and sticking his tongue out, simultaneously laved James balls provoking an automatic reflex of opening his legs wider and pulling his knees up at the same time, exposing his privates even more. James's dick was rock hard and Lt. Jarvis choked on it a couple of times. That gave them both great pleasure. Captain Walliams started licking James nipples and slowly descended towards his dick. Jarvis and Walliams sucked James cock at the same time intertwining their tongues around the corona and the frenulum while James's hands were holding on for dear life grabbing the mattress with crisped fists. Next move was for Jarvis to descend towards the rosebud and lick it profusely lubricating it for the supreme fuck, he knew, Captain Williams was going to give James. The rimming job went on for a couple of minutes not necessarily for opening it up a bit more but for James' pleasure by itself. James was used to being fucked by Captain Williams and he could accommodate the Captain's dick comfortably. Captain Williams was enjoying blowing James' cock very much and decided to change from fellatio to boning the Private. They rearranged positions so that James sat on Walliams dick in the seating position. Walliams was laying on his back and James was reclining backwards with his hands on the mattress. Jarvis use the opportunity to return to yo-yo on the Private's dick. At first James took the initiative and sat himself down on Captain Walliams's dick, and immediately after a couple of moments, Captain Walliams started pounding James ass with energy making James's head fall backwards and start grunting with pleasure. Lt. Jarvis excited, leaned on his haunches and started to wank his knob while looking at the Private's hole being smartly fucked by the Captain. The easiness with which the Captain's dick went in and out of James back pussy was getting Jarvis very horny. He changed position again putting his head in such a way that he could easily reach Captain Walliams' asshole and started to rim him. For Jarvis there was nothing like the possibility of pleasuring his best friend. Walliams felt his butt being eaten and slowed down a notch so he could appreciate the expert services of his friend. Jarvis started to become hypnotized with the non-stop movement of dick entering the ass and decided to be included in the action. Jarvis started to lick Walliams dick while the dick was in the outâ€`movement, and extend the licking to both set of balls in the inâ€`movement. It continued for a couple of movements more and Jarvis decided to go for broke and in the next outâ€`movement, reached with his hand and dislodge the dick and gave it a couple of sucks before putting it back again into James' ass. There was a rich and delicious sour sweet taste mixed with an intense odor of sweat and sex that was intoxicating. James dick was the biggest Jarvis had ever seen it and James started to add his own movements to Walliams Jacking in such a way they were clapping their groins in Jarvis' face. The three men were getting very close to orgasm and increased their tempo. "Come on, James. You must be ready to burst.", said Captain Walliams to James who grunted and moaned nonâ€`stop. Lt. Jarvis was jacking his dick full throttled while mouthing both friends' groins dedicating the last breaths to sucking the cum out of James. "Ahhhhh fuck. Don't stop. Fuck. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Shhhiiiitttttt!!!!", cried James with the intensity of the discharge he was unloading in Lt. Jarvis mouth. The contraction of James pleasure muscles and specially his anus ring on Captain Walliams' cock unclenched an explosive orgasm the likes of which he hadn't had in a while. Jarvis received the milky offering flooding his mouth in a second. He had to start swallowing immediately because he didn't want to lose a drop of it. The taste of the tangy offering caused his own intense orgasm. The three men sated, still had the drive to continue; Captain Walliams giving a couple of hipâ€`shoves, Lt. Jarvis finishing slurping and cleaning James dick while he waited for Walliams to dismount so he could collect his friends' cum out of the Private's hole. Walliams and James laid back on the mattress more comfortably and Jarvis took the extreme side letting Walliams in the middle. "Thanks Sirs. I really enjoyed the fuck and all. You were both very attentive to me and that added to my pleasure. Thanks!", said James pecking both men in turn. "You're welcomed anytime. You know that. Now.... I could do with a bit of cuddling.", chortled Walliams. James complied, "I would love to.", and held Captain Walliams against himself. Meanwhile Lt. Jarvis faced both men and interlocked legs with them and gave a final French kiss to Walliams that took more than a couple of seconds. They finally fell asleep snoring gently. ************ If you reached this page, let me know and drop me a line. Give your opinion. It's welcomed. naxxos58@gmail.com Let's see where this story is going. Hope you enjoyed it.