Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2008 18:56:41 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Strolling Players 04/18 (historical)

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THE STROLLING PLAYERS
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on June 3, 1992
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by The Australian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE STROLLING PLAYERS" is a gay story, with some parts containing
graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion,
family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better
not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't
care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my
welcomed guest.

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CHAPTER 4 - DŽbut in London

They spent all Winter in Dunmow, guests of Ray's sister. To earn a
living they all helped her to weave baskets and hampers, as Midwood
actors' company used to do each winter, when they could not go around
with their shows.

They took advantage of that forced stop to repaint the wagon, mend the
costumes and made new ones, and prepare a new repertory for the good
season.

James was at that point where he was steady with Mel, and Vance with
both Jack and Walt. Jack had found an old lute, and was trying to play
it. He soon started to play it rather well, thanks to Ray sister's help.
James decided he could play the instrument on stage.

For some time Walt had found in the nearby Waltham a lover who was the
son of the village blacksmith, so now Vance and Jack could make love
alone. The blacksmith's son didn't intend uniting with the actors, and
anyway James wouldn't accept any more members in his company, so Vance
and Jack knew that being alone would just be a temporary truce. They
didn't dislike doing threesomes but both preferred it when they could do
it alone.

When winter was almost over, Tod fell ill and his condition rapidly
worsened. They called an old woman who was well known as a healer with
herbs, but nothing seemed to help the man who, just as they were
preparing to leave, died. They buried him in the parish church graveyard
then resumed their tours. At that point James was ready to find a new
actor, but the task was not so easy. Until they found a replacement,
they had to modify the plots of their shows.

In Danbury they had rather good success. In the local inn there was an
aristocrat passing by, who at all costs, wanted Mel in his bed. At first
James tried to refuse but in the end, because of the nobleman
insistence, and because of the remarkable sum he was offered, but also
because of the veiled menaces of the man, he had to let the boy go, but
it was evident to all his companions how much the man was jealous of his
boy.

When they left for Baddow, James had Mel back all to himself. In the
first few days he made love to the boy with furious intent, and went on
to reproach the boy that he went with that nobleman all too willingly.
Walt intervened, putting his friend on notice that if he went on
treating the boy badly, he risked losing him forever.

Vance was quite amazed at seeing the amount of jealousy the man had for
his boy. He always thought it normal that each of them should be rather
free in their sexual affairs. Even though he preferred making love with
Jack and be alone with him, he never felt cheated on when Jack would
earn some coins by having sex with some wealthy man from their audience,
or when he had sex with other people.

In Ingatestone they had a small accident that nearly had dire
consequences. Roy had screwed with a village girl and her brothers. When
they discovered the affair, they thrashed Roy and wanted to burn the
actors' wagon. They escaped by the skin of their teeth only because, as
it happened, that nobleman who wanted Mel in his bed was passing with
his retinue. The man readily intervened to rescue them but of course
demanded in exchange that Mel spend some nights in his bed. James,
although eating his heart out with jealousy, could only resign himself
to it.

They remained in Brentwood for ten days so that they could be there for
Easter. Here, luck turn in their favor. An actor of the famous Fraser
Company, that had dissolved just the previous summer because of an
epidemic that had killed almost all its members, asked to join their
Company.

At first he insisted on taking his woman along, but James told him that
he would willingly accept him, but that he absolutely didn't a want
women with them. In the end the actor, whose name was Timothy, left her
and went with them. Tim was a really good actor. He took with him a
basket of nice costumes and several new plots for the plays. Now the
Midwod Company not only had all the actors they needed, but also had a
good head start because of the quality of the performers.

In Brentwood, Vance met again Master Hughes the merchant, but they were
only able to withdraw to have sex once because the man's wife, who
should have smelled something about her husband's secret tastes, seemed
to keep a very close eye on him.

Before leaving, Master Hughes gave Vance a letter of introduction to his
dear friend Master Felix, a merchant in Stratford. He too was a lover of
handsome boys. Master Felix could be really useful to the actors'
company, as he had several upper-class acquaintances in London, even
amongst the Court nobles.

Business was going increasingly well for the Midwood Company, thanks in
no little part to Tim's presence as he was a very good actor, even
though he was at times quite heavy handed in his behaviour. They passed
through Ramford, Hornchurch and Daglenham until they reached Ilford.

Here lay the summer residence of Lord Fernhurst, who welcomed the actors
with great gusto. He asked them to stop at his place for a couple weeks
to cheer up the evenings for his guests. All his guests belonged to the
London aristocracy. The "cheering up" he was referring to was not about
just their plays, but to the notorious availability of actors,
especially the younger ones, to spend the after-performance in the bed
with the lords.

One of the guests, Lord Horace Walsingham, showed a keen interest in
Vance soon after the first evening. After their performance Horace
invited Vance to sit at the table next to him. The young aristocrat was
wearing a very light blue brocade doublet with sleeves cut and hemmed in
green panels, a low belt of pink brocade with small tassels, and under
his doublet he wore a bi-coloured tights, one leg, a green pea colour
and the other white with leaf embroidery, wrapping his beautiful legs.
On the chair's back he had left a sumptuous houppelande in blue brocade
with blue and yellow flowers with a hem of silk.

Vance judged from his clothes, that he had to be not only a really
elegant young man, but also really wealthy. His face was interesting,
even though not really beautiful. He had platinum blonde hair, light
gray eyes and a straight, sharp nose.

Horace smiled to him and asked, "Is your examination over? What is your
name, my boy?"

"Vance Elton, milord."

"You are really skilled on stage, Elton. But I have to confess to you
that I prefer you much more in your boy's clothes. How old are you?"

"Seventeen, milord."

"Yes, you are young. Your skin is fresh and delicate...  an invitation
to dream."

Vance cunningly smiled, "Only to dream? Well, I'd like entering one of
your dreams... but I'd much rather enter your room."

"To rob me? I have in my room gold and jewels. Many precious and
beautiful things."

"Or rather to be robbed by you. I too have precious and beautiful
things, and I've them always on me, I never part from them. It would be
enough to search me to discover them."

"If you spoke of them so openly you risk to be overheard and so to be
robbed. Would you like being robbed?"

"If it were from you, I think I really would, very much."

Horace smiled, "Robbers take action only in night time..."

"And now it's already night..."

"I would like to discover what you hide that is so precious... to lay my
hands on it."

Going on with this words play, Vance was becoming aroused, "I don't ask
for anything better, milord. I'm at your total disposal. Just tell me
where... and when."

"Come now, young Elton. The night is warm and sweet, but short lived.
Come with me."

They stood up. Vance noticed that his companions were all taken up with
merry conversations, each of them with a different aristocrat, and one
of them who was young as Walt, was boldly caressing between James' legs.
Vance followed Horace, they went to his room, Horace lit all the lamps
then carefully locked the door.

"Come here near the light. I want to look carefully at you, admire you
while I try to unveil all your hidden jewels..." Horace said and started
to caress the boy through his clothes.

Vance let him do it, as he felt his member throbbing under his clothes.
The young man continued to caress him and started to untie the boy's
clothes, removing them with excruciating slowness, until the boy was
totally naked and exposed to a gaze, glossed with lust.

"Oh, you are beautiful, boy! You really were hiding precious jewels!"
Horace murmured and with a finger, opened his way between Vance's firm
buttocks, testing his sphincter resistance, moving the fingertip all
around the hidden hole and gently pushing inside the warm channel. The
boy shuddered at the pleasure of it and closed his eyes. He felt that
inquisitive finger opening the way inside him, gradually sinking and
moving inside him. He let out a gentle moan of pleasure.

"Ah, you like it, don't you? Then you will like it even more when I will
visit there with my fleshy spear."

"Oh, yes, milord! Fuck me, please!"

The young man took off his doublet, opened the breeches pouch and took
out his remarkable weapon, already hard and throbbing.

"Knell down, boy, and prepare it carefully while I finish undressing.
Suck it, kiss it, lick it as soon this spear will stick into you and you
will be my prey. As soon as I saw you entering the stage I wanted to
discover what was hidden under those inappropriate and silly woman's
clothes, I desired to have you, to make you mine, to enjoy you all the
night long. So... good... yes... Make it very slippery with your saliva,
my boy, so I can make it slip inside you, to the hilt. So, good, so...
oh, so..."

When Horace was totally naked, he made the boy stand up, then bend down
with his chest on the tall bed, went to the back of him and seized him
by the waist and impaled him with gusto. The bed was shaking from the
rashness of the young lord's assaults. Meanwhile Vance was vigorously
masturbating, prey to an intense and increasing pleasure.

Then Horace pulled out and made Vance lay on the bed, where he took him
again in different positions, stopping each time his as pleasure reached
a new height, so that he would not reach his orgasm too quickly. Vance
thought that the young man was really a bull on heat, and he was
enjoying the rather rough but not brutal way Horace was taking him.

The young man, with his strong hands, seized him, turning him around,
almost modelling him, bending him at his will. Vance, docile and
yielding, let him do it, enjoying his fiery assaults, while the bed was
shaking and squeaking. Horace was going on with his erotic soliloquy
punctuated with questions that he himself answered.

"You have a delightful little arse, so tender and firm, so welcoming. Do
you like how I'm fucking you? Yes, you really like it. Feel it, how it
slips up and down, how it pitilessly hammers you. Do you like my cock?
Yes, you are enjoying all of it. Spread your beautiful little buttocks
wide, let me sink all into you. Welcome me, I am your king and you my
love slave. No, don't come yet, not before me. But I won't come yet, I
want to enjoy you all night long. You are beautiful, enticing. I like
how you are smiling while I fuck your arse. You like it, don't you? Yes,
you like it like mad..."

Vance was really enjoying that endless ride. The young man was making
him his own with a charge of huge lust, enjoying him without restraints,
making him enjoy that fuck in a totally new and deep way.

When finally Horace decided the time had come to break loose from all
restraints, his orgasm exploded with a sudden vigour that involved all
the senses of them both, making them moan at the unison for the
intensity of their sensations and at last leaving them exhausted but
fully satisfied.

Vance had never experienced anything so involving, so intense. Thanks to
that young man he had reached yet unknown peaks of pleasure.

When he went back to his companions, the boy had a distraught but happy
expression that escaped no one's notice. Jack more than the others
wanted Vance to tell him what had happened and when he knew all the
details, looked at him with a worried expression.

"So now you will not be interested in making love with me... you will
feel it as something tasteless. You will not be interested in me, you
will never again do it with me..."

"No way, Jack. If Lord Horace wants me again, I think I will go running
to him, that's true, but he isn't interested in me. He just wants to
have any boy to enjoy it with. I also think that this time it has been
as I told you, just because, when he lives in London with his family, it
wouldn't be easy to freely have sex. Possibly, if he could do it often,
he wouldn't always be so incredible, he would possibly calm down, I
don't know... anyway he is an aristocrat and I just an actor, you and I
are made one for the other, not lord Horace and I. You have nothing to
worry about."

During the time the actors remained at the mansion, Vance spent every
night with Lord Horace, and each night they had sex with the same charge
of wild sensuality.

When, finally, almost all Lord Fernhurst's guest had left Ilford to go
back to London, the Midwood Company resumed its itinerant path. They
stopped in Leyton, then in Upton and finally in Stratford.

There they met Master Felix the merchant. He was able to concede himself
in spite of his wife. From him, in exchange for some hours of sex with
several of the actors, as he took to bed almost all of them and one
after the other, they got several length of beautiful cloth to sew into
new costumes. In fact the company was preparing for its dŽbut in London,
where they hoped they could perform in some aristocrats mansions and
possibly even at the King's court.

Vance continued making love to his Jack and at times also with Walt.
When they stopped in Bow, Walt had a crush on an eighteen-years old boy,
the son of Lord Sanders' gamekeeper. As the boy didn't want to leave his
village, Walt was ready to leave the company to settle in Bow and only
with difficulty did the other actors manage to persuade him to change
his mind.

They then left for Stepney, where they stopped for nine days, then in
Aldgate where they stayed eleven more days. They were at that point in
time, at the gates of London. James and Ray went to make contacts so
that they could organize a tour of performances in the capital. They
were hired by three different aristocratic families and by two famous
inns. They had assurance for about three months work and it was possible
that, while performing in London, they could get more engagements.

Their repertoire was at that point wide enough to meet everybody wishes,
without repeating the same pieces. In spite of that, Walt complained
that they hadn't yet found a writer to create original pieces for them.
James was persuaded that they would be more secure using the classical
plots, ones already tested, than with modern pieces, and that it was
easier to have plots and improvise on them, rather than following a
fixed script which had to learned by heart.

They were in London just for four days, when Vance was approached in the
street by a servant.

"Are you Vance Elton the actor?" the man asked him.

"Yes, it's me. Why?"

"I came on behalf of Lord Horace Walsingham. Follow me, he is waiting
for you."

"Now? Immediately?"

"Certainly."

Vance immediately felt excited at the thought of meeting the noble young
man again, so he followed the servant without delay. They walked a long
distance until the servant stopped in front of the door of a small inn.

Before going in, the man said to Vance, "His lordship is here incognito,
under a false name. Remember from now on, he will be Master Martin of
Greenford. Be careful never to let his real name slip past your lips."

Vance nodded and followed the man inside the inn. The servant, greeted
the innkeeper, quickly went up a stairway leading to the first floor,
keeping Vane by his arm. He stopped in front of a door and knocked using
an agreed signal. The noise of a lock being pulled aside was heard and
the door opened just a little. The servant pushed Vance inside and
remained outside. Horace, wearing middle-class clothes much less
sumptuous that what he used to wear in Ilfors, locked the door again and
smiled to the boy.

"As soon as I heard the news that your company was here in London, I
could not resist the thought of fucking you again, but here I have to
meet you in secret. Woe betide if my family discovered I like doing it
with boys. How long do you stay in London?"

"At least three months, possibly even more."

"We surely can't meet every day like in Ilford, but I think we can meet
at least four or five times a month. I will again send you that servant
of mine, a trusted man. You will come, won't you?"

"Of course, if I can I will come more than willingly. But that
servant... do you fuck him too?"

"No. First of all he is not my type, moreover he doesn't like men. But I
pay him well for his services, and it is he who usually goes and
searches for nice and available boys for me. But now, enough with these
chatter, let me undress you, I really feel a huge yen to fuck you again,
first in the mouth and then in this nice little arse!" he said groping
it with a smile filled with anticipation.

Vance didn't need to be told twice and while the young man was starting
to strip him, he in turn started to open Horace's clothes foretasting
the pleasure that in a short while, as he well knew, would have him lose
his head.

They had sex with the usual headiness and Vance once again felt like
dying from the intensity of the pleasure. He offered himself to the
young nobleman who took him again in all possible positions, penetrating
him each time with renewed enthusiasm. The boy let him go with a sweet
passivity and unbridled union, filled with passion. They enjoyed it
instant after instant. The long soliloquy, full of lust, started the
moment he started to have sex with him.

When finally Horace felt satisfied, he gave the boy the usual small
purse of coins and dismissed him telling him to wait for his next call.
As soon as Vance was in the street, he took out of the purse some coins
that he hid on himself and went back to the inn where his companions
were, and gave the purse to James.

They started their performances and it was at once a real success
winding up their shows with the sexual services that James, Tim and Ray
offered to the women, and Walt, Vance, Mel and Jack to the men. They
were doing really good business. As James had found an obliging girl,
Mel became the steady boy of Walt, while Jack and Vance, when they
weren't engaged with their particular customers, made love. Horace sent
his serviceable servant for Vance several times.

One evening, just when they had ended their performance in the little
theatre of Lord Berkley's mansion, one of the guests slipped in the
back-stage and seized Vance, who was still wearing his woman's costume.

"I liked your performance, darling. Come with me, now, for an...
intimate conversation."

Vance understood the mistake that the nobleman was making, but with a
smile said, "I regret, but it would not be possible, milord."

"Of course it is possible! I'm Lord Harrington. Come on, follow me,
don't play the reluctant. We both know very well that you actresses are
always ready available. Follow me, don't choose to resist me, I have
decided to take you!"

The nobleman started to push Vance toward a service stairway, clutching
his arm. The boy tried again to resist him and to make clear the
misunderstanding.

"Milord, please, if you just would listen to me a moment. I would like
to explain you why it is not possible..."

"I order you to keep silent and to cease playing the reluctant girl. If
you will let me amuse myself with you, I will give you a nice purse of
coins, you have my word." the man insisted pushing him upstairs.

When nobody was in sight, as Vance tried not to put the aristocrat in a
predicament, the boy said, "Milord, I wouldn't give you a bitter
deception, but, you see, I am not..."

"Shut up! Don't pretend you never did it. I would never believe you.
Here we are, go in!" he said and pushed the boy in a small room with a
bed and locked the door with a key.

Vance, reduced almost in despair, said all in a breath, "But I am a boy,
not a girl! We have no women in our company!"

Lord Harrington burst in laughter and said, "As an excuse, this is
original! I would just understand why you seem so reluctant. I'm a good
lover, not at all old, and rich..."

"I swear, milord, it's not an excuse."

"Let me check, then!" the noble man said slipping a hand under the wide
skirt and fingered between the boy's legs.

Vance felt the hand on his genitals and saw the man become suddenly
serious, "Good Lord! You weren't lying! And you say that you all are
men?"

"Yes, milord, I'm sorry for you..."

"I was already aroused, and burning with desire... and you are a boy!
You are a boy!" He almost screamed.

"It's not my fault, milord..."

Lord Harrington looked at him in disbelief, and again groped the boy's
genitals. He felt them becoming turgid but didn't pull away his hand.

Then Vance, with a very low voice, said, "Milord, stop, please... your
hand is making me..."

The man's eyes darted, "Yes, I can feel. You get aroused being
intimately touched by another man. So, you are one of those poor
perverts who like to lie with men... Well, well, well. I will then give
you what you deserve. After all a mouth is just a mouth and... an arse
is just an arse, am I right? Prepare yourself, boy, I want to take my
pleasure with you!"

"Do I have to undress, milord?" Vance asked, hesitant.

"No, of course not! At least I will have the illusion I'm fucking a
girl. Knell, pull it out of my breeches pouch and work it nicely with
you mouth, like the trollop that you are!"

Vance complied and did his best to make the man enjoy. The Lord at first
had an expression of derision, but to the great amusement of the boy,
gradually started to visibly enjoy the treatment. Vance skilfully licked
and sucked the man's long pole, until he felt he was trembling.

Then the man, trying to have a hard and despising tone, said, "Now raise
your skirt and push out your arse, I really want to break it, trollop!"

Vance readily complied and leaned with his hands against the wall,
pushing his naked arse backward and offering it at the man's assault.
The man eagerly took him by shoving it all in his hole with a set of
strong pushes then started to vigorously fuck him. Vance enjoyed the
fierce ride in silence. The man gradually lost his sense of impatience
and it became evident that he was enjoying the penetration, perhaps
forgetting it was a boy's arse. Finally, he reached his orgasm,
unloading inside him with long and pleasurable spasms. Then he slipped
out and tidied his clothes.

Vance turned back and asked, in a low voice showing his humility, "Is
your lordship satisfied? Do you desire something else, milord?"

"Don't deceive yourself, you would never compete with a woman. And don't
wait for any coin, now, you pervert!"

"I content myself with having satisfied your lordship."

"Disappear, now. Go away!" the man said brusquely, opening the door.

Vance went downstairs to rejoin his companions and to put away his
costume. James asked him for the money, but Vance explained to him what
had just happened and how the man refused to pay him.

"Ha, what a wretch! But it could happen, unhappily. Even though, in my
opinion, that fellow knew very well from the start you are a boy and
just found an excuse to enjoy you without paying."

"No, I don't think so... he was too much astounded when he discovered I
was a boy. If it was as you think, he would have been a better actor
than all of us together!"

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5

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