Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2022 18:57:12 +0100
From: Dan <calmdan004@gmail.com>
Subject: Honours Course 3- Georg and his Friends

This is a pure work of fiction that originated from me. This homoerotic
tale is set in a fictionalised 19th Century European Imperial Court. The
story is purely a creation from the author's imagination and does not
depict the author's moral values, nor does it try to promote a particular
set of values.  As this world was inspired by the 19th Century, it contains
their prejudices and ethics. This work, by no means, aims to be
historically or culturally accurate. Many events that weren't historically
accurate or impossible to happen will be allowed to occur for plot-device
purposes. If you find any of the themes uncomfortable, please do not
hesitate to leave.

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history to influence the writing, it is not of an actual place or actual
people that I know of to exist. If you are reading the third chapter, thank
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re- appeared. They will. I am trying, for the first time to weave a more
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Georg and his Friends

Georg walked through the upper floor of the Bacchus Club until he came to
the room. He turned the handle and went into the well-appointed space.
Several men were already in the room, and thick smoke hung around the light
fitting in the ceiling. Moans and the slapping noise of flesh filled the
room as Georg closed the door behind him.

"You're the last", came a voice from within, and Georg locked the door.

No member would enter a room without being invited; the club's rules were
well observed.  However, one could not always be sure.

The room had a beautiful display. On the bed lay a thin young youth; his
legs were held in leather straps hung from the cross beam of the four-post
bed. Between the open legs was Gregori, a Second Major in the Imperial
Jager Life Guards. He was naked, his cock thrusting in and out of the young
man. Georg looked at his watch and realised exactly how late he was for
their party. Another officer (whom Georg did not know) was kneeling next to
the young man. He, too, was wholly naked; his body was god-like with
defined muscles, not something you saw unless men were on active service
and only in the south of the Empire in the High Ridge Mountains was their
action. The fresh scar on his abdomen further betrayed his recent
action. The man's cock was hard, and the youth was suckling the head on the
bed. Gagging and moaning noises camefrom him from the pounding he was
getting from Gregori.

Sat in a large wingback chair was Aran, a senior officer in the department
of the Palace Castilian; his tunic was unbuttoned, his breeches pulled off,
and another young man sat between his legs slobbering on his cock, whilst
Aran watched the other youth getting fucked from both ends a cigar in his
hand and a drink in the other. Aran nodded to Georg, who started to
unbutton his tunic, removing it and throwing it on the pile with the
others. He continued unbuttoning his shirt, fixing himself a drink, and
adjusting to the noise of the sex. The room had that smell of cock, arse
and sweat in the air, mixed with the thick taint of cigars. His cock
hardened from the stimulation as he peeled off his braces, unbuttoned his
trousers and sat down on the other wingback chair. The young man came off
Aran, shuffled naked over to Georg, and undressed the lower part. Freeing
the semi- hard cock he took it into his mouth and began to suck as Aran
watched the show on the bed.

The young man on his back made groaned as the two men fucked him. The
unknown man hung over the lad in a press-up position and thrust his cock in
and out of the young man's mouth.  The assault on his mouth and throat
caused him to gag, cough and vast amounts of saliva to run down his
face. Gregori was fiercely fucking the back side. The small boy's cock was
limp. As the two cocks pounded in and out, Georg could see the tears
rolling down his cheek. Any time he tried to move, a steady hand held the
head in place, and the unknown Officer, like a man possessed, continued his
onslaught.

The lad between Georg's legs ignored the assault on his companion, and his
hand on the base of the cock moved it in time, with his lips rolling up and
down the cock. Georg always noted how well trained the staff were at the
Bacchus Club. Silent diligent, and a great fuck. The abuse of the lad on
the bed continued as Gregori slapped a palm onto the lad's chest, holding
him steady as the other Officer held his head and pushed his cock down the
throat. Georg had not seen the whole cock of this man, but from the colour
of the lad's face, which was turning a deeper shade of red, and the bulging
of his eyes, he wondered if it was in his stomach. Gregori was pounding
harder than before and grunting. He let out a roar and buried his cock into
the ass. The lad struggled against the Officer, finally pushing him back
and rasping for air.

The commotion drew the attention of the other lad, who looked behind him
and then up ad Georg.

"Don't worry, I won't be as rough", Georg said quietly.

"Speak for yourself", spoke the unknown man as he climbed off the bed, and
Gregori slipped out of the cum soaked hole.

He thrust into the just fucked hole, and the lad moaned in pain at the
assault. Gregori wiped himself off with a damp towel and moved away as the
Officer fucked into the lad.

"I have been in the High Ridge mountains chasing god awful chieftains and
their tribes for six months. Not a sigh of a good ass in miles. The boys
there are riddled with some horrid diseases I would not touch," He spoke,
his words punctured by the deep thrusts he made into the lad who squirmed.

With each one, a painful moan or squeak comes from the lad. Aran and
Gregori swapped places, and slinking out of his breeches, Aran moved to the
bed blocking the view of the lad's face as the noises he was making stopped
and were replaced by the suckling noise and occasional squeak.Given the
fucking he had just had, the Officer spared no thought for the young lad
and was soon hammering into him.  Aran held the lad's head as his hips
moved in and out of him. The Officer continued.

"I have enough cum in my balls to feed these little pigs for hours," he
said "Gregori said we have them until dinner." The use of Gregori's first
name threw Georg; it was rare for people to use that and not his title.

"Georg, may I introduce Hector Von Merlyn, newly appointed Major in the 3rd
Light Dragoons," Gregori said in his high-clipped tone. "Hector, this is
Georg De Aubert, Lieutenant-Commander of Fortress Boyen.

"A pleasure, I am sure," Hector said through clenched teeth as he leaned
forward, holding down the lad and fucked harder into him.

The lad broke off Aran's cock and screamed as Hector fucked into him. The
lad on Georg's cock continued sucking, all while this carried on above
him. The youth on the bed soon had his screams muffled as Aran put him back
on his cock, and Hector let out a strangled noise as he pushed his cock
into the hole and came into the lad. Breathing heavily, Hector leaned over
the lad, his legs still shaking as the last drops fell and pulsated into
the fucked hole. Pulling out, air escaped the hole and made a wet farting
noise. Aran moved around to take the place vacated by Hector.

Aran unhooked the legs, which were numb and rolled the lad over onto his
stomach. As Hector jumped onto the bed as Aran slid into the hole. Aran was
not as ferocious as Hector initially, but Georg knew he could be. Looking
at the boy between his legs as Gregori and Hector engaged in talk.  Georg
lifted the lad's chin and indicated he should get up. Once standing, Georg
ran his hand over the boy's body.

"That is a sweet ass boy. When were you last fucked" Hector asked from the
bed?

"Um, a few days ago", the lad replied nervously.

"Good, you would be tight again," he said.

Georg wrapped an arm around the lad's waist, startling him as he pulled him
back to sit on his lap.

Whispering in his ear he spoke.

"Guide my cock in, I will be gentle."

A snort came from the bed as Hector, seemingly recovered, moved forward and
encouraged the lad on the bed to put his cock back in his mouth. Gregori
was nursing his semi-hard cock as the lad gripped Georg's flesh sword and
aimed it at his hole.

Pushing in as the lad slowly lowered himself onto the cock. One leg on the
ground, the other on the arm of the chair. Hector, from the bed, had a good
view of the show as the cock slid into the hole.  Georg could not see the
facial expressions of the lad but the smile from Hector made him know he
was grimacing, these came in time with the lad pausing on his descent on
the cock going into his ass.  Georg let the lad set the pace his hands held
him about the waist. With a little encouragement, Georg was moving in and
out of the lad, and slowly he moved until he sat on Georg's cock, his legs
on either side of Georg's as he gently moved his cock in and out of him.

The lad on the bed was screaming into the cock and groin of Hector who was
back on his knees and having the lad suckle on his semi-flaccid dick. Aran
was fucking him hard as the other watched from Georg's lap as the cock
moved in and out of his gut. Gregori watched the two scenes as Georg Pulled
the lad back to rest on his chest. As he held the boy close to him, he
kissed the side of his face. The lad turned, and at the awkward angle,
their lips met, and Georg thrust up into the boy. As they kissed, the lad
let out a moan into Georg's mouth as he was being fucked. Turning back and
balancing his feel on Georg's ankles, the lad bounced himself up and down
on the cock in his butt.  The lad on the bed sucked on the hard cock of
Hector as Aran entered him from behind. Georg watched the scene as the lad
on his lap fucked himself, holding onto the lad. Georg fucked up and into
him as Gregori got up and moved over. He tossed his own cock as he stood
beside the two, contorted at an angle; the lad took the cock into his mouth
as he continued to slide up and down.

A foot slipped from Georg's knee, and the lad impaled himself on his cock;
the shock elicited a painful noise from the lad, but Georg's blood was up,
and he grabbed hold of the lad and fucked into him harder. He did not have
the fierceness of the others, but he still liked to fuck, the lad took the
cock of Gregori back into his mouth as he was being fucked from below. The
scene did not change as the four men used the boys in their position. Aran
was the first to break the spell when he added his load to that of Hector
and Gregori in the lad on the bed. Georg now had the urge to want to cum
himself.

"Get on the floor," he said, moving up and into the lad, pushing him off
him.

The youth took the cock from his mouth and climbed down onto the floor
Georg following him.  Hector climbed off the bed leaving the panting boy
lying there. He kneeled in front of the lad on all fours as Georg got in
behind him and entered him. Hector grabbed the lad by the hair and pulled
him onto his cock. The hairless boy was like a table between the two men,
the larger defined frame of Hector showed off his impressive physic as he
breathed in the muscles on his stomach showed under the light hairs. Georg
was thinner and lighter his own stomach heaved as he thrust in and out of
the lad. The assurances of earlier were forgotten, he was not rough like
Hector, who held the lad down on his cock, making him chock, but he was not
gentle. Georg thrust in and out of the upturned butt as his balls churned
and the familiar sensation filled him. Holding the lad in place as Georg
thrust in and out, Hector was pushing as much of his cock into the mouth of
the lad; As Georg looked at the Officer, his body on full display, he could
see Gregori standing next to Hector. Turning his head, Hector took
Gregori's cock into his mouth and sucked on it. Georg was in no way passive
and did not suck cock, but Hector was enjoying this. Aran moved around the
foursome as Hector's pace in and out of the boy's mouth picked up as hehe
sucked on the royal cock in his mouth.

The scene stimulated Georg, who dug his fingers into the waist of the lad
as he pistoned in and out of the warm hole of the lad beneath him. The
churning of his balls soon brought the cum flowing, and he buried his cock
into the boy's bowels. Thrust forward, he choked on the cock in his mouth
as Hector sucked with a renewed vigour on Gregori's cock. Recovered from
his own orgasm, Georg climbed up and headed to the basin to clean
himself. Hector broke off Gregori's cock and pulled the lad up, throwing
him over the end of the bed where his friend lay on his back in a comatose
state.  Not giving the lad a chance to adjust, he thrust into him as
Gregori watched Hector begin to fuck the lad.

Having cleaned up naked, Georg returned to the chair, sipped his drink, and
watched as Gregori took a position behind Hector and entered the Major. The
man made a satisfying noise as Georg, one eyebrow raised, looked at Aran,
who merely shrugged as, from behind, they watched Gregori fuck Hector, who
was fucking the lad.

"That reminds me", Aran stated and Georg looked over at the men fucking as
he drew on his cigar.

"This reminds you of my brother?" Georg asked.

"Someone getting fucked", Gregori said, "always reminds me of your brother"
He laughed as he

fucked into Hector, who now was a passive player in the fucking the pace
and tempo of being fucked and fucking the lad was dictated by the thrusts
of the man behind him.

"Your brother is in trouble," Aran added. "He is up before the Castellon."

"For what?" Georg looked concerned.

"He was caught"

"What!" exclaimed Georg. "how does that little Anton cause me such a
headache."

"Well, you know the Castellon's opinion on the matter. He will want to make
an example of Anton," Aran spoke.

"Speak to him," Georg said.

"I can't. The Castellon is furious."

The first lad on the bed slid off and moved around taking in the sight of
the men who had fiercely fucked him fucking one another and his friend.

"Uncle will speak to him, and it will be another change of position," Georg
said dismissively.

"That won't work," Aran said almost gleefully. "The Castellon has written
to the Emperor."

At this, Gregori stopped and turned his head. "He hasn't?"

"The Emperor won't want the scandal in the Court or the Phamflets," Georg
said, trying to reassure himself.

A slapping noise came from the bed as Hector reached around and grabbed
Gregori's ass motioning for him to continue. Gregori got back to the task
of fucking the Major, whose own rock-hard cock was buried in the boy who
was flopped on the bed beneath him.

"Are you not interested in where your brother was caught being fucked"

"The chapel?" Gregori trained to say.

Gregori's cock shot his second load into Hector, and the man's seed flowed
into the lad with a satisfying growl.

"Worse, the State Bed chamber, some guard from the Empress's 2nd Lancers
buggered him in a window," Aran said, smiling.

"Your brother lives dangerously," Gregori said as he pulled out of Hector
and looked back at Georg.

Georg was silent for a moment.

"I tell you as a friend you will want to protect yourself from the
fallout," Aran said.

"My cousin. Actually," Gregori paused ", no one will like him for
this. Youthful..." Gregori was cut off.

"I know!" Georg said, raising his voice.

He looked up to see Gregori's face. He did not stand on rank with friends,
and it was hard to think of him as an Imperial member when his own was out
and dripping with cum which he had just shot into a Major.

"Sorry, I have to go." With that, he scrambled for his clothing.

"There is nothing you can do to save him," Aran said

Hector rolled off the lad and onto the bed and Gregori fixed himself a
drink.

"There is always something," Georg replied.

"He will be drummed out, lucky if they don't execute him," Aran said to
Georg's back as he struggled with the door before remembering it was
locked.