Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2018 10:44:42 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: The Agency

The T. F. Jones Elite Employment Agency

The T. F. Jones Employment Agency provided domestics, butlers and valets
for Gentlemen and their families.  Many of the firm's clients were
bachelors. I am Rudyard Philips and I am a valet. I own the
firm. Mr. T. F. Jones is a bookkeeper in my employ. After the arrest and
ruin of Oscar Wilde, men of a certain persuasion found themselves subject
to abuse and blackmail. My objective was to find the blackmailers and end
it. I have several agents working with me. These include some solicitors
and some muscular body guard types.  We all share a common sexual
preference.

Some persons of limited intelligence think that Mr. Wilde is a typical
artistic sort who likes other men. Many sailors and Military men share
Wilde's sexual tastes without his wit and cleverness. Indeed, many men of
what is referred to the lower orders enjoy men sexually. While threats and
violence are foreign to my nature, that is not the universal trait of all
men.

Of course, our clients are wealthy and often prominent. They pay well and
are often most generous when we free them from a threat. We can help me
help men of lesser means with the profits from the wealthy.

I am the illegitimate son of a doltish minor nobleman and his wife's
maid. My mother was beautiful, intelligent and was married off to an older,
burly blacksmith, Will Philips. He loved her, and she came to love
him. Will fathered three burly boys and a girl. I was fourteen when I
realized he wasn't my father, but he had always been affectionate and
kind. That had been a condition of the marriage, and Will was a man of his
word. He couldn't read, but my mother did that for him.

My mother read to us every night. As you can tell from my name, Kipling was
my mother's favorite author. Will liked that as did the entire family. I
was a good older brother and we all got along well.

At 16, I went off to serve as a footman for a neighboring nobleman. My
education was basic, but when you can read there is no limit. When I was a
footman, I met a gamekeeper and his friend who introduced me to man sex. I
was quite small and had average looks, unlike the gamekeeper. This can be
quite traumatic for some. I think he was afraid I might be injured or hurt
by his crude manners. He was careful and gentle as were his friends. As
soon as my lips touched a man's cock I knew my own inclinations were the
came as theirs. I was well endowed and was more difficult to take than
their own tools.

I was always observant and clever. I discovered I had a skill at uncovering
secrets and could tell when a man was truthful or false. When the nobleman
I served had a problem, I discovered the culprit and my gamekeeper friend
scared the man enough to make him flee to a distant county. This skill
became known to men of a certain inclination and in a few years, I founded
the firm.

All the names of clients in this account have been changed and replaced
with false names. I have resisted the urge to be clever. Lord Ironmonger is
not a clue to a man's identity, nor does Mr. Littlecock refer to a
gentleman's private parts.

Case One: The Earl of Grandisle.

The family of the Earl of Grandisle was ancient but had been afflicted by
being both lazy and interested in gambling. The current Earl escaped these
traits. He did his duty and married an American heiress, Sarah Van der
Walt. She produced an heir an a spare and all was well. They had a proper
relationship living mostly separate lives that allowed them to pursue their
own interests. Sarah became a patron of the arts. He was an avid horseman
and had an interest in hearty, muscular grooms.

Sarah was the third daughter of a Pittsburg millionaire, attractive but not
a beauty. She was terrified of humiliation, since her father had greatly
favored her older sister.

The Earl received a letter demanding money for silence. The problem was
believed to be with a groom named Ralph. I joined the Earl's staff as his
valet. I came with a helper, Old Billy, a well experienced horse breeder
and groom. He went to the stables, I went to the main house.

There were some old retainers on the staff, and some new people who were
hired with Sarah's money. Several were quite new. I looked at the letters
of recommendation of the new staff and noticed two were quite similar,
despite being written by persons in different parts of the country. They
seemed to be on the same type of paper and in similar handwriting. One was
for William, a footman, and Seth, the Butler's assistant. He was the boot
and silver polisher.

Old Billy connected with the groom, Ralph. Old Billy was a harmless, old
reprobate and made friends easily. he was the sort of man you might tell
anything assuming he would forget it by the next morning. He was a superb
groom a hard worker. He wore old fashioned. tight fitting britches that
displayed his impressive manly parts. You somehow knew he was willing.

The Earl, Wallace DeMont, was a bland, handsome countryman, who was mostly
interested in horses, live stock and farming. I think he could have been
intelligent had that been necessary. When helping him bathe, I discovered
that while he was reserved and aloof, his cock had no tendency to be
reserved. The second time I ran a bath it was in the afternoon after a
hunt. Wallace became erect and I asked if he would like me to help him with
it. He nodded.  He was excited and shot off quickly. He warned me when he
was close, and I took his load. That apparently was rare for him and he
enjoyed it greatly.

I enjoyed it too.  He had been drinking and his man seed tasted of ale. It
reminded me of my old gamekeeper friend who drank ale or beer all day
long. He went to dinner, so my duties were over until he undressed for bed,
so I went to meet with Old Billy. Billy was a good judge of horseflesh and
an equally good judge of men.

Billy was living is a small, one room cottage. Most of the grooms lived
over the stables, but Billy had a problem with stairs. The cottage was
small and almost hidden in a thicket of berries. It had one window and a
door. A small iron stove provided heat. Billy was alone when I got there,
but Ralph and one of his friends, Bert, came by to see him.

They were surprised to see me there, but Old Billy gave them a reassuring
glance. The atmosphere changed a little and I realized they were visiting
Billy to have some man fun. It was a cold night, so Billy bolted the door
and closed the wooden shutter on the window. The room was toasty, with heat
from the stove.

"It is nice and warm here," Bert said. "It is never warm above the
stables." Old Billy took off his heavy, wool sweater. He wore a heavy
undershirt. He unbuttoned that, exposing a pelt of thick grey hair on his
chest. Ralph did the same. He was a big man, almost as big as Old Billy,
but he had curly, red hair, from head to toe.

"I was hoping Ralph told you why he likes to visit me?" Old Billy asked of
Bert. "Rudyard, Ralph and I like to entertain ourselves." Bert was thin and
had a beard, but he was young, perhaps 20.

"Bert is interested, but not too experienced," Ralph said.

"This isn't a school room. It's not for delicate types," Old Billy said.

"I'm not delicate!" Bert said. "Ralph showed me some stuff. I liked it a
lot." Old Billy and Ralph continued to unbutton their undershirts. Bert and
I did the same. I was part of the household staff, a few steps up the
social ladder from the men in the stables. As far as I can tell, you can't
tell the status of a naked man. Cocks aren't distributed according to your
class. My cock impresses aristocrats and laborers. As one of my old friends
said, "You've got a Duke's cock on a valet's body."

Ralph and Bert were impressed. Bert went over to Old Billy and Ralph was
soon sucking my tool. The Earl had told me that he had a hard time
believing Ralph was involved. He had worked there for five years and had
been trustworthy and a good worker. As soon as Ralph's lips touched my cock
I knew that he loved it. He wasn't pretending to enjoy it.

I tend to ooze cock juices long before I shoot off man seed. I realized
that Ralph liked the juices and regularly checked my piss slit to lick the
sweet, cock ooze. We were on the only bed in the room and we shifted so
that I could suck him as he sucked me. Ralph loved that.

Old Billy came over to us and we switched partners. Bert seemed uneasy at
first, but when I began to suck him as he sucked me, I realized he was more
than excited. His cock juices flowed like stream. Sexually engaged men
can't hide anything. They might wish to appear reserved and aloof, but the
cock has no interest in reserved attitudes. Once aroused, the cock has one
objective. While some men might like the quick orgasm, men who shared my
interests soon discover there are many paths to achieving an orgasm.

Bert didn't know that yet, and he soon climaxed. I nursed his organ, taking
both the explosive bursts of seed from the first ejaculation and coaxing
man seed which drooled from his tool as he calmed down. I suspected I was
the first man to drain his balls and feast on the contents. He was almost
asleep.

Ralph was on his knees sucking Old Billy's tool. I knew Ralph had been
fucked by the Earl. The Earl had told me that Ralph was quite
receptive. Indeed, the Earl was surprised that after he deposited his load
in Ralph's ass, he found that Ralph had shot off. Since he had been on his
hands and knees, the Earl was pleased that there had been no manual
assist. Ralph had climaxed solely due to the Earl's thrusts.

Ralph's hole was open, and my cock was covered in Bert's saliva. I nudged
my tool into his ass pucker.  He shivered a little but did not object. I
pushed a little harder. I pulled away, coated my knob with spit and
returned to his ass.  His sphincter briefly resisted, and my cock slid deep
into him. He moaned.

"That's beautiful," Old Billy said. He moved so that he could lick Ralph's
cock. I knew Old Billy well enough to know he would take Ralph's sperm. Old
Billy hated a mess on the floor.

It was perhaps ten or fifteen minutes later when I felt Ralph's ass
twitching. That set me off, and I spurted buckets of cum into his ass. Both
Old Billy and Ralph were moaning. We broke apart. Bert had been
watching. He was half hard.

"Bert, come over here and finish off Old Billy. He's still fully loaded," I
suggested.

"Do I have to swallow it?"  he asked.

"Just suck him and play it by ear," I said. "Do whatever you want." I
assumed if I had told him to take the load, he would have resisted. When it
was his choice, he took Old Billy seed with some gusto. Our little party
broke up and I was back with the Earl in time to get him in bed. He had
been drinking quite heavily so I sucked him a little. He was asleep after
his first ejaculation.

I know that brilliant detectives don't use sexual congress and orgasms to
judge potential suspects, but both my own instincts and the little sex
brain in my cock found nothing incriminating about Ralph or Bert. That
included a complete search of Ralph's rectum. I know enough to not place my
entire trust in my cock's sensations, but I felt Ralph was not involved.

I ate in the servants' hall and the staff was a typical group of cooks,
maids, and footmen. The Earl and his wife were respected and popular. The
estate was now financially stable, due to rents, the sale of crops and
horse racing. The Earl didn't gamble like some of his fore bearers.  He ran
a successful stud farm and the fees from that were substantial. The Earl
and his wife led separate lives, meeting at dinner and at social events;
this was typical of persons of their class. Sarah supported the local
school, and a cottage hospital. The Earl, whose idea of sympathy consisted
of saying, "bad luck, old man," supported and retained his old and sick
staff members. It was a position for life.

I had my eye on William and Seth, but a maid, Sally, also caught my
attention. William was handsome, young and unsatisfied with his place in
the world. He was a type my mother called decorative. Seth was small,
nervous and had a knack for saying the wrong thing. He exchanged glances
with Sally when no one was looking.

When I met William, he looked at my face and then at my crotch. At a major
dinner, William was attentive to the bachelors. I think he might have met
with one of them behind the garden afterwards. There are no secrets among
the servants of a large country house and those who were members of the
club soon knew about me. That included William. One night he came to my
bedroom. It was remote from the rest of the servants' quarters so that I
would be near when the Earl rang.

William was wearing a robe that just happened to fall open exposing his
privates. His cock was a long as mine, but I was thicker and had bigger
balls. I have a confession to make. I discovered long ago that for men of
our inclinations, overt sex eliminates the normal social preliminaries and
if the sex is good enough, you can be best friends within minutes. There is
no need to spend time getting to know a man.

William hadn't met many men who were bigger than he was, so he admired my
tool. He told me that he liked man sex, but a large fortune increased his
interest. "I had heard that the Earl might be interested, but he spends
most of the time in the fields," he said. "Luckily his daughter is nearing
marriageable age, and they are looking for possible husbands. Those young
men are good for me." William was handsome and elegant, the prefect man to
be a footman. I knew that if Ralph was a typical of the Earl's taste in
men, he like the rougher, hardier men.

Like other handsome men I had met, he was not sexually skilled. Many of
them assume that being handsome was enough. While I am not ugly, the word
handsome does not immediately jump to mind when you see me. I am skilled
and experienced in the sexual arts and William was dazed after I suctioned
every drop of sperm from his balls.

William was looking to become a kept man in the service of a wealthy
man. There was no reason to blackmail the Earl. I turned my attention to
Seth. Seth was the sort of man you could walk by every day and never
notice. He was neither handsome nor ugly. He had the task of taking the
mail to be posted every day, so he could post letters without anyone
noticing. He also spent time whispering to Sally. This could have been a
romance, but neither seemed like the romantic type.  Lovers tend to be
either secretive or very open about the romance.

I sent regular letters to my mother, who happened to have the same address
as my agency. I asked if they could find more information on the
couple. The return letter was addressed to Old Billy, so no one would
suspect my investigation. There was no information of either person and
their references did not know them. In the high-powered world of
detectives, that is called a clue.

The Earl had a photograph made of the entire staff once a year. I sent a
copy to my office. I had a friendship with Chief Angus Maxwell, an
inspector at Scotland Yard. He was an intelligent former naval officer and
happily married man. He had one quirk in his conventional life. I
discovered it and helped him out of a difficult situation. He had a
constable who had the same quirk, and he was willing to go through the mug
shots of blackmailers at night on his own time. He found a strong
resemblance between Seth and a George Wilbermont. Wilbermont had
blackmailed Lord Edmont over an affair with a French courtesan. The
courtesan was a well-known in Berlin and was a man in women's
dress. Wilbermont escaped jail time, because he promised to keep quiet.

I gave this information to the Earl and suggested that I search Seth's
room. He said he would send Seth to London and loan Sally to a friend of
his wife who was having health problems. That would give me time to search
without being disturbed.

He also had a house party to occupy the other servants. Two days later Seth
and Sally were sent away. It took me a half hour to find a secret
compartment in Seth's trunk. It was a mass of papers in no order. When I
got them out of the compartment I found an accountant's journal. It was a
complete list of thirty-five victims, past, present and future.

Seth was careful to have only one or two active blackmail efforts at one
time.  I noticed that one of his victims was a gentleman who had recently
committed suicide. The Earl was a current victim, the other was a high
placed clergyman. Seth had collected and delivered mail for the house, so
he could send and receive mail without discovery. I found an envelope with
1227 pounds in the secret compartment.

 I searched Sally's room next. She had no additional information, but her
handwriting was identical to the blackmail letters. Blackmail is a crime
that can hurt the victim more than the perpetrator. I had no good idea of
what to do with the information or how to convict Seth. The Earl told me
not to worry, he was a magistrate and would handle it.

The Earl confronted Sally and told her that if she emigrated to Australia,
he would not charge her. She was insolent and rude but said she would
consider the offer. Two days later, Seth went out to deliver basket lunches
to a hunting party. When the hunter's returned without lunch, Ralph and
Bert went out to find him. He had fallen into a stream, hit his head on a
rock and drowned. The Coroner's verdict was accidental death. The Coroner
was on the list of future victims. The next day Sally decided to go to
Australia.

My job was done, but I was invited with Old Billy to a party as a remote
hunting lodge by the Earl.  Ralph, Bert, Williams and the Coroner were the
other guests as well as Lord Cloverfield.  He was the man I had seen
Williams with at the back of the garden. The lodge was a former monastery
guest house. It had been modernized and was comfortable and well heated. A
warm house was quite a novelty at that time in England.

We had a drink and the Earl gave a little speech of welcome. "Gentlemen, I
have been through a stormy period in my life, but all is calm now and the
sun shines again. My valet Rudyard and his friend Old Billy solved the
problem for me and for many other men. I would like for us all to celebrate
this as good men and true and forget rank and position. We are all men and
we are here to celebrate our deliverance!" There was a hearty cheer and
more drinks. The Earl removed his coat in the warm room. Ten minutes later
men were wearing only their undergarments when the Earl stripped naked.

Lord Cloverfield said that he knew some of the men there intimately, but he
would enjoy meeting all the men.

"Intimately?" the Earl asked.

"If at all possible!" Lord Cloverdale replied with a smile, adding. "Does
anyone else feel the same way?" There was a general murmur of
agreement. Williams went over to the Earl. Old Billy went to
Cloverfield. "Have you ever had an old man's cock up your ass?" he asked.

"Not yet," Cloverfield replied.

The Coroner came over to me. "I need to thank you personally," he said as
he dropped to his knees to suck my cock.  He was a heavy set, short
man. when I was erect, he stood up. "I am an old, fat man. I hope I didn't
take too much of liberty," he said.

Ralph came over to us. "You can take that sort of a liberty with me any day
of the week," he said. I reached out and fondled both men's genitals. The
coroner shot off and I dropped to my knees to take it.

Lord Cloverfield joined us. "I've never tasted sperm before. I was afraid
it was dirty," he said.

"It is pure when It spurts from the body," the coroner said. 'Rudyard seems
to like it."

"I like to shoot it in an ass," Ralph said.

"I've never had a cock in my ass either. I'm not sure I could take it," his
Lordship added.

"I've never found a hole I can't get into," Ralph said. "I doubt you would
have a problem."

"I'm still not sure," Cloverfield said.

"Some men love it when a big, burly, hairy stable hand screws them silly,"
Ralph said. He glanced at Cloverfield's erect cock. I don't think any of us
had been in a group of six willing men before. It was unexpected, but I
seemed to see it as an opportunity, not as a problem. This was the start of
a good night.