Julien de Jambville was the fifth of the seven offspring of the Count, and the third and last son. He was born on July 7th, 1770, at 7 a.m.... Undoubtedly the seven was his lucky number!
From his tender childhood he proved to be rather different from his elder brothers, both physically and in his character.
The Count Charles-Auguste Emile Guillaume, the first son, was tall as his mother was, and of a sound constitution as his father was. He had dark brown hair and dark eyes. He had an assured and decided manner and a steely gaze. He had, in short, all the aspects of the future head of the lineage, and of an official of the King's Guards, which he was. He was silent, thoughtful, valiant, and a man of one only word. When he talked, his tone didn't allow for objections.
The second born, and second son, was the Marquis Francois-Adrien Gustave Germain. He was short like his father, but thin and pale, his hair of a clear brown, and his eyes grey. He was the beau of the family, always very elegant, refined, and gallant. He loved dances and the salons. However, behind these remarkable worldly talents, he hid an as much remarkable sense of money and of administration.
The Knight Julien-Adalbert Roger Philippe was instead of middle-tall nature and of slender constitution, and his hair was the dark blond nuance of ripe wheat and his eyes were pale blue- green. He had the soul of a poet. He didn't disdain parties and salons, he simply didn't look for them. He had a natural elegance, even without being mannered. He loved to read, to think, at times also to daydream. He was an idealist. However, he liked also to ride, or to sit in the park of the castle to enjoy the wild plants, flowers, and animals. At times, during the nights, he loved to go to the top of the taller tower of the castle to look with his telescope at the stars. He didn't really study them, he just enjoyed admiring them.
Even if he wasn't a solitary type, he often loved seclusion.
His mother did try to direct him to an ecclesiastic career, but his father was fiercely opposed. "Never has a Jambville worn the soutane and it will for sure not be my son to break this tradition!" he peremptorily declared and the Countess understood that the argument was definitely closed.
Julien proved to be more talented, or perhaps just more keen, than his brothers in his studies, and his preceptors, who educated all three sons of the Count, didn't stop to sing the praises of the minor son.
Also, on another point the three brothers were very different.
Charles, married and father of two children, conscientiously and equitably shared his attentions between the wife chosen for him by his father, and his lover. Outside these two dames, there was no woman who could attract his attentions, and rather, often his relationship with the other women bordered on, if not discourteousness, then roughness. In his way he was a puritan - when he made love with either one of the two women, it happened always in the dark, so that he never saw them naked and never showed himself naked to them, and the intercourse happened always and only in the most traditional way - he on top and she on bottom. He was also systematic - each Monday he carried out his duty with his wife, and each Thursday with his lover.
Francois, on the other hand, still a bachelor, was almost a libertine. He tried with all of them, nobles or plebeians, as long as they were between being of age and forty years, and not too ugly. He had often success, but he never had a true and real relationship - at most he had been with the same woman a dozen times. In bed he did everything and anything, often leaving the initiative to his occasional companion. Once he even succeeded to make love in a threesome, satisfying at the same time the woman and her boyfriend. This experience left him vaguely amused.
Julien was the only one of the three brothers to be still a virgin. It is not that he didn't feel, from his puberty on, the stimuli of sex. He just never submitted to them, not even simply masturbating himself. Now this was for various reasons - one was out of any doubt the education he had received and from which, possibly because he was still so young, he didn't yet free himself. The learned canon who was his tutor and also head preceptor, had explained to him how sexuality was an evil to avoid, "maxime" before marriage and "maximissime" if alone. Another reason was certainly his basic shyness that made difficult for him any approach, especially if on an intimacy level. The third reason was completely peculiar - it had been explained to him, both by his tutor and then by other preceptors, since sexuality is predisposed to procreation, then therefore every man has to aim at finding the right woman to procreate with him. Julien believed in that. However to the boy, from his childhood, the simple company of women was a burden and he felt instead enticed exclusively by the company of men.
Growing up, he became also aware that both in character and in physical shape, women were indifferent for him, or even repelling, while men pleased and attracted him. However, his pulsation toward men didn't have from Julien any encouragement, so that it never was coloured in an explicit way with sensuality.
When he was fifteen, an occurrence happened to Julien. A cousin, just a little older than him, tried to convince him to undress and to allow him to feel him, and then he even dared to propose they masturbate each other. Not only didn't Julien accept, but, after that day, he carefully avoided being alone with that cousin. Another time he saw a young servant who, hidden in a corner of the coaches depot, believing he was alone and safe, open his breeches and masturbate himself. The scene at first made Julien curious and he stopped to peep and watch. However, when he felt a strange distress awakening inside him, and found that between his legs something else was also awakening, he rapidly withdrew, confused and troubled.
Of course at times, especially now that he was growing up, he happened in the mornings to wake up with powerful erections, which, even though seldom, also happened during the day. However, Julien just waited with patience until they subsided, resisting the impulse to lower his hand to caress himself to calm down a little.
Even so, with the passing of time, Julien became aware that the interest toward persons of his own sex was increasing in intensity and frequency, and that often changed into a real and true desire to reach, in a confused way that he could not exactly figure out, a physical contact. That was especially true if he was near a young man with a strong and determined air, and with a well- shaped body.
Julien was not at all a weakling. On the contrary, both in his aspect and in his character, he was virile. Possibly exactly for that reason, he appreciated and loved virility in men. In fact he esteemed and admired more his brother Charles than Francois whom he considered too mawkish and delicate.
When Snot saw Julien for the first time, the noble boy was twelve. When he started to work in the stable, the young lord was fifteen. When at last he was named squire of Julien, Snot was seventeen and his master was twenty and he was, incredible but true, still a virgin.
Snot was fascinated by Julien, and when he was in his presence his eyes didn't abandon not even for an instant his young master, ready for his least command.
Julien didn't notice Snot right away, but only when the boy was assigned to him as a squire. Even if the boy was younger than him, he had all the qualities to be liked by his master - a body already well shaped and sound, that the livery, more than hide, accentuated; a merry and lively character, and, even with the deep respect he had for his master, one who was decided and strong. And last, there was that little bit of coarseness and freshness that Snot hadn't yet completely lost, and which made him even more interesting to the eyes of the young knight.
Exactly for that reason, Julien tried to keep his distance from his squire, and often, as he could not avoid his presence, he avoided his eyes. However, the more he tried to not give space to the attraction he was feeling toward his squire, the more the attraction seemed to increase so that soon it was enough for poor Julien to just be touched by Snot, when he helped him to mount the horse, or to wear his cloak, to provoke in him an uncontrollable erection.
As for Snot, if when he was a child he had been fascinated by Julien for his beauty both in his clothes and in his face, as soon as he knew sexuality, he started at once to also desire to unite to his lord.
However, also now that he was so often at his side, having never read in his eyes the desire, he did nothing to reach the so desired physical intimacy. Snot, in fact, didn't have any problem to propose to the other sexual intercourse, and would do that in a really direct and explicit way, but only if he saw the desire burning in the other's eyes. Julien seemed almost not to notice him, if not as one of the many servants.
Anyway, this didn't prevent Snot from continuing to be always ready for the smallest desire or order of his master. Julien represented for the boy the whole world, the same reason to live. If he saw Julien happy, Snot was happy. If he saw him sad, Snot felt pain and anxiety. If the young lord was silent, Snot was careful not to disturb him, but if he was talkative, he listened at him and answered with pleasure.
This way of behaving could only please, even if unconsciously, Julien who often thought about Snot as being the best of his servants and that therefore, even if his proximity troubled him more and more, he didn't want to deny himself of his services.
One Summer morning, at dawn, Julien decided to go for a ride in the wood. He was in fact training for a game hunt that would be taking place in a while amongst the aristocracy of that region. So, as he used to do in these occasions, he ordered Snot to prepare the weapons, the horses and something to eat, because he planned to stay out all day long. The boy immediately prepared everything with meticulous care. He loved these raids in the wood for two reasons - because he could spend all day in nature, his native element, and because he could be alone with his master for the whole day.
When everything was ready, they left toward the wood with their two horses, Snot's one loaded also with the provisions and the weapons.
Around midday, tired and hot, they stopped in a small clearing near a stream on the edge of which Julien sat to rest, while Snot spread a carpet in the shade and prepared the food for his young master.
"Sir, if you would like to sit here, it is ready..." the boy called.
As he was used to do, he served the food and poured the drinks at Julien nods with solicitous care.
When his master stood up, satisfied, he asked, "Was everything all right, sir?"
"Yes, certainly. You can eat, now."
"Thank you sir. I'm so hungry..."
Snot ate. He had learned, under Marcel's guidance, to eat with moderation and with seemliness, and he was eager not to cut a bad figure with his master. So he ate less of what he desired, and was careful to bring the food to his mouth with propriety, and to keep his mouth well-shut while he was chewing. To him all that was a sacrifice, but he did it willingly, for Julien. As he ended his meal, he put away everything while his master was stretching his legs along the stream.
Suddenly a splash and a short yell attracted his attention. Leaving at once everything he was doing, he went toward the point where he had seen Julien just a moment before, and arrived just in time to help him out of a deep puddle where the young man had slipped. Julien came out completely covered in mud.
"Dash it to me! I didn't notice this quagmire!" he exclaimed angrily then, looking at himself, he added, "If I go back to the castle soiled like this, I will become everybody's laughingstock, servants and family. What a bother!"
"If you want me to, I can run to the castle and bring you another dress, sir."
"No no. They would all the same get to know everything. There must be another solution..."
Snot scratched his nape thoughtfully, than hesitantly proposed, "What if you pull off your clothes, sir, and wash yourself while I wash your clothing? The sun is hot and will dry everything fast. So then, nobody will know about this, wouldn't they, sir?"
Julien looked at him hesitantly for some seconds, then slowly nodded: "Possibly it is the only thing to do... I'm afraid."
So he started to pull off all his clothing, letting them fall on the grass. Snot looked at him attentively. It was the first time he had seen his master undress, and he was fascinated by that.
However, when Julien became aware that the boy was watching him, and with what intensity he did so, he said in a sharp voice, "Start to wash these clothes!"
Snot readily obeyed. Going to the stream, he started to wash them one by one in the flowing water and when he had cleaned the mud from them, he spread them on the grass in the most sunny spots. Meanwhile, Julien, wearing just his underpants of white silk muslin, plunged into the stream and started to wash and brush himself vigorously. Snot, out of the corner of his eye, threw glances at his beautiful, almost naked body that he could at last see, and thought it was incredibly beautiful.
The water was really cold so that Julien, after he was thoroughly clean, came out, numb and trembling. He looked for a sunny place and sat on the grass, putting his hands behind him, his eyes closed and his head back on his shoulders so that his face was exposed to the warm sun rays.
Snot finished washing the clothes and spreading them so that now, standing up, he stood still and admired at his ease his master's body. The wet underpants between his legs adhered to the young man's member, outlining it perfectly and even its color could be almost seen... Snot felt all stir inside him - how much would he have liked to make love with his master! That was the most beautiful, the most desirable body he ever could admire. Also, his master had the most likeable character amongst all the men Snot knew.
Yet, if the other didn't desire him in his turn, he, Snot, would never move even just a finger, no matter how much this could internally torment him. He felt his blood beat violently at his temples, all his body tense and vibrating like a violin string. Between his legs Snot felt rising, imperious and hard, his member which soon pushed strongly against the cloth of his livery breeches in a silent, useless wait.
Suddenly Julien opened his eyes, almost as if he had felt on him Snot's staring eyes, and turning his head toward the boy, their eyes met.
Very short moments, and yet eternal ones, elapsed, where all nature, and the two youths, seemed to immobilize. For a moment their souls, laying bare, communicated, and Snot saw that light, strange and mysterious and that he was now able to recognize so well, wink in the other's beautiful eyes, flicker, disappear for an instant, then explode, incandescent. So Snot, moving as if in slow motion, but sure of himself, strong, determined, opening in a warm smile, drew nearer to Julien, bent over him, took his face between his hands trembling with emotion, and kissed Julien on his mouth, while their eyes continued to stare in each other's eyes, as if magnetized.
So, Snot saw passing in those eyes astonishment, pleasure, fear, joy, surprise, pleasure, alarm, desire, terror, greediness, discovery, pleasure, abandon and worry in rapid succession.
Then Julien, lifting his hands, pushed lightly against Snot's chest, pushing him away with gentleness and regret at the same time, and, hoarse, murmured, "No, no... what are you doing?"
"Love with you, master."
"No, no, leave me..."
"Shush... You desire it as much I do, sir, I know it."
"But I... I..."
"Shush..." Snot repeated with sweet determination, and, kneeling astride Julien's legs, embraced him tightly, pulling his chest against his own, and again kissing him on the mouth.
Julien panted, had a last dart of resistance, then abandoned himself between these strong and safe arms, warm and tender, and confused, lost, and happy, let Snot do it.
Snot rapidly got rid of his clothing, pulled off Julien's last garment, and lay on top of him giving free vent to his desire, until he succeeded in freeing also the other's desire. And so they made love, naked and free, in that secluded and sunny clearing.
And the young lord let the skilled boy guide him, and so discovered the intense pleasure of oral intercourse, then, always guided by Snot, also that of the anal joy. He held Snot and felt as if he was in paradise, then, without any hesitation, feeling as if intoxicated, he gave to his young squire his virginity, and Snot succeeded in taking Julien without giving him any pain but, rather, making him incredibly aroused again...
When finally they both lay, exhausted and sated, Julien looked at Snot with infinite languor and murmured, rather more to himself than to the other: "I never guessed it could be so..."
"What?"
"Making love..."
"Is this your first time, then?" Snot exclaimed in surprise, then added, "Sir?"
"It is."
"Is everything all right, Sir?"
"Yes... No! ... I don't know. What we did should not have happened. It is a shameful thing, a very serious sin."
"A sin? Why? To steal is a sin, what did we steal? To kill, who did we kill? To hurt somebody, but we didn't. Not I, did you sir? No, you also didn't. Wasn't it beautiful?"
"Yes. And this scares me. Joy for a sin!"
"I can't understand, sir. I did that with other people... many do it... because it is beautiful. It gives pleasure, doesn't it?"
"Did you do it with many?"
"Well, not so many, but..."
"And often?"
"Any time I can. With you, forever. But if you want, I'll not do it with anybody else, but just with you, sir!"
Julien looked away, embarrassed. Putting on his underpants, without looking at him, said, "Put your clothes back on, it is not good being naked."
Snot obeyed. However, when he saw that his master was about to wear his not yet dry clothes, he stopped him. "No, you'll catch a disease, they are wet. Wait until they dry, sir."
"I don't feel like staying so bare, with you looking at me."
"I will turn the other way. I don't want you to catch an illness!" Snot answered sulkily and turned his back to Julien.
The young man was hesitant, but then sat again on the grass. He looked at Snot. He admired his straight and wide shoulders, his slender waist, his barely spread legs, sound, shapely, underlined by the pea green breeches of the livery.
He thought again about what had just happened. He felt confused. He enjoyed it, very much, there was no doubt. Yet he knew it was a base thing. He always desired it, even if in his subconscious, and always avoided it. But now, it had happened. And now, he was aware, all was different. Now he could no longer pretend to ignore it - he desired a male, sexually, not a female. He closed his eyes.
"An ignoble behaviour," he thought. "I am a pervert. And it is Jaquot's fault! He is an animal. But... how beautiful he is, what a body! And how skilled to give pleasure! He is a devil, and like Satan he is able to show evil under tempting shapes... oh, how very tempting..."
Immersed in these thoughts, little by little, a sense of anger rose in him like a river in flood, anger against his servant who had forced him to become aware how much he liked men. This anger helped him to overcome his sense of guilt, the remorse he felt for what he had done and that was beginning to oppress him.
"You are an animal!" he concluded aloud.
Snot suddenly turned back, his eyes fiery, with a look of challenge but quickly dimmed by a stupefied pain: "But you desired me, sir, you can't deny that. I read it in you. Do you perhaps desire animals, sir? Do you?"
"I never did such kind of things before. I did them now, to your guilt."
"On the contrary, I did. And wanted to do it with you, I wanted it, I hoped it from ever. But I wouldn't dare to touch you, not even with just a finger, if I didn't read in your eyes that you wanted me, sir."
"You are Satan. I sinned by your fault."
"Nobody does, if he doesn't want to do."
"Turn back! Don't look at me!"
"As you order, sir. But anyway, if I just close my eyes, I'll see everything all the same, inside my head. Everything!" Snot answered, humiliated but proud, and turned just in time not to show a tear that shone in the corner of his eye.
"Don't dare to touch me anymore, servant. Or I will have you whipped."
"You are the master."
The sun was now setting.
Snot, still for a long time, pulled out the blade of grass he had between his teeth, and said, without turning around, "May I check if your clothes have dried, sir?"
"I will do it. Don't move from there."
Julien dressed. Then, almost by impulse, he took his riding crop, drew near the boy's back and started to hit him.
Snot jolted in surprise but didn't move until Julien said, "It's all your fault, bastard, your fault!"
The boy turned and grasped in mid air the arm holding the whip and, squeezing Julien's wrist, he stopped him and was about to do something for which he would afterwards repent, when in the eyes dimmed with tears of his master, he saw again that light, but mixed with a deep pain.
So Snot, in a meek and gentle tone, said, "Yes, sir, as you want. But if I see again burning in your eyes your desire for me, I'll try again to make love with you, sir, even if afterwards you beat me. Therefore, it will be better if you are careful how you do look at me, better for both of us, don't you think so, sir?"
Julien, confused, lowered his eyes and Snot let his wrist go. Then he said, "Let's go back to the castle, now, sir. It will be better."