gentleman, and I'm a bad master, Martin.”
“That's not true at all, Sir,” Martin insisted. “You're a better master than I ever dared hope for. Whatever your struggles, I'm so glad you decided to make use of me. I never thought it would be as good as this. We were made to understand that our masters wouldn't be concerned with our pleasure. But you, Sir, you make me come so hard! I never felt the like!”
“Is that really true?”
“Yes, it's true! I'm the most fortunate of all the slaves, Sir, but they'll never know. I let my friends think I'm neglected. What would be the use of telling them, anyway? They'd only be jealous.”
“Do any of them like their masters? The way you like me, I mean.”
“I think we're special, Henry. Some of the others like their masters well enough, but most of the slaves would prefer a female partner, too, Sir—it's not only the masters. I'm lucky because I have no feelings for women, none at all. I believe I’m quite thoroughly homosexual. What I have with you, Henry, is exactly what suits me.”
Henry thought a moment, then dared to say the words aloud. “I'm the same as you,” he said. “Homosexual, then, I guess.” He’d not heard the term before, but imagined it must be something like queer. “I don't want a woman and never will.”
Martin frowned, then spoke carefully. “You’re a free man and a gentleman, though, Sir, and one day you’ll marry a girl from a good family.”
“I don't want to,” Henry said stubbornly. “I don't want anyone but you.”
“But you’ll need to marry, Sir,” Martin insisted. “You’ll marry, and you’ll put me aside. It’s how things are done.”
“What if I don’t? What if I don’t get married?”
Martin shook his head. “I don’t understand. Your father will insist, won’t he, Sir? He’ll want a grandson.”
Henry’s father would insist; he would. Henry scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t want to think about a wife and family.
“But whatever happens, Sir, I’ll still be with you always. I can picture it, Sir, you giving me your firstborn child to hold, and I’ll be just as proud as you.” Martin paused a moment, as if contemplating the scene. Then, seeing the look of dismay on Henry’s face, he hurried to add, “But that won’t be for years, Henry. I’ll have you to myself for awhile longer and I promise I’ll make good use of my time.” With that, he bent over Henry’s lap, plainly intending to suck his cock again.
“No, don’t. It’s okay.” Henry stayed him with a hand on his cheek. “Just lie down with me.” He coaxed Martin to stretch out on the bed at his side, then to put his head on Henry’s chest again. “One of my favorite things is to sleep with you, just sleep.”
“So, you like sharing a bed after all, then, Sir?” Henry felt Martin smile against his skin.
“As long as it’s with you.” Henry pressed a kiss to the top of Martin’s head. He thought of the unwanted wife in his future and did his best to block her out. “It’s always going to be you, you know. Whether I get married or not.”
“I should discourage you from saying such things, Sir, but I won’t. The idea makes me very happy.” Martin yawned and turned his face to kiss Henry’s chest.
“It’s not just an idea,” Henry insisted. “It’s the truth.” He was slightly annoyed by Martin’s refusal to take his feelings seriously.
Martin sounded already half-asleep. “All right, Sir. I believe you.”
Henry suspected that Martin was merely humoring him, but it did not seem the right time to argue the point. Martin was asleep within minutes and Henry stayed awake only a short time longer.
Henry woke with a slight headache and his eyes were especially sensitive to the autumnal sun coming in through the breakfast room windows. He had the fortune-teller’s predictions in the back of his mind as he ate his breakfast. He had taken some comfort in learning that the gypsy had given
“That's not true at all, Sir,” Martin insisted. “You're a better master than I ever dared hope for. Whatever your struggles, I'm so glad you decided to make use of me. I never thought it would be as good as this. We were made to understand that our masters wouldn't be concerned with our pleasure. But you, Sir, you make me come so hard! I never felt the like!”
“Is that really true?”
“Yes, it's true! I'm the most fortunate of all the slaves, Sir, but they'll never know. I let my friends think I'm neglected. What would be the use of telling them, anyway? They'd only be jealous.”
“Do any of them like their masters? The way you like me, I mean.”
“I think we're special, Henry. Some of the others like their masters well enough, but most of the slaves would prefer a female partner, too, Sir—it's not only the masters. I'm lucky because I have no feelings for women, none at all. I believe I’m quite thoroughly homosexual. What I have with you, Henry, is exactly what suits me.”
Henry thought a moment, then dared to say the words aloud. “I'm the same as you,” he said. “Homosexual, then, I guess.” He’d not heard the term before, but imagined it must be something like queer. “I don't want a woman and never will.”
Martin frowned, then spoke carefully. “You’re a free man and a gentleman, though, Sir, and one day you’ll marry a girl from a good family.”
“I don't want to,” Henry said stubbornly. “I don't want anyone but you.”
“But you’ll need to marry, Sir,” Martin insisted. “You’ll marry, and you’ll put me aside. It’s how things are done.”
“What if I don’t? What if I don’t get married?”
Martin shook his head. “I don’t understand. Your father will insist, won’t he, Sir? He’ll want a grandson.”
Henry’s father would insist; he would. Henry scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t want to think about a wife and family.
“But whatever happens, Sir, I’ll still be with you always. I can picture it, Sir, you giving me your firstborn child to hold, and I’ll be just as proud as you.” Martin paused a moment, as if contemplating the scene. Then, seeing the look of dismay on Henry’s face, he hurried to add, “But that won’t be for years, Henry. I’ll have you to myself for awhile longer and I promise I’ll make good use of my time.” With that, he bent over Henry’s lap, plainly intending to suck his cock again.
“No, don’t. It’s okay.” Henry stayed him with a hand on his cheek. “Just lie down with me.” He coaxed Martin to stretch out on the bed at his side, then to put his head on Henry’s chest again. “One of my favorite things is to sleep with you, just sleep.”
“So, you like sharing a bed after all, then, Sir?” Henry felt Martin smile against his skin.
“As long as it’s with you.” Henry pressed a kiss to the top of Martin’s head. He thought of the unwanted wife in his future and did his best to block her out. “It’s always going to be you, you know. Whether I get married or not.”
“I should discourage you from saying such things, Sir, but I won’t. The idea makes me very happy.” Martin yawned and turned his face to kiss Henry’s chest.
“It’s not just an idea,” Henry insisted. “It’s the truth.” He was slightly annoyed by Martin’s refusal to take his feelings seriously.
Martin sounded already half-asleep. “All right, Sir. I believe you.”
Henry suspected that Martin was merely humoring him, but it did not seem the right time to argue the point. Martin was asleep within minutes and Henry stayed awake only a short time longer.
Henry woke with a slight headache and his eyes were especially sensitive to the autumnal sun coming in through the breakfast room windows. He had the fortune-teller’s predictions in the back of his mind as he ate his breakfast. He had taken some comfort in learning that the gypsy had given
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