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Florence Love 1
1789 -Florence, Italia
It had been an unusually mild winter. The normal cold rains and winds had spared us. That was fortunate for me, Leo, the street urchin. My parents had died when I was only 5 years. An uncle kept me for 6 years until he got tired of using my body for his pleasure. I was passed on to another man who kept me a short time until I sprouted hairs down there. He turned me out with a few coins, a set of garments, leaving me without a home.
I survived by begging and offering my body to the wealthy merchants of the city. If luck was with me, I might get a warm bed for a few days and food. Sometimes if the man had grown children he would pass their old cloths to me. Most times I was turned out to the street after a week or two.
My body was lithe and dark from being in the sun, unlike those who shunned the sunlight and favored lightening their faces and bodies with powders and ointments. My curly, dark hair fell to just below my ears. I have been told that my blue eyes sparkled. Like many of my peers I had taken to wearing a cloth cup to cover my somewhat large penis and balls. Many of the other rent boys let their attributes freely swing in their loose britches.
There were many places in Florence where the boys would gather to await a customer. Often I would be the last one there at night. The fine gentlemen of the city were often married but kept a small set of rooms where they would take their "boys". Seldom would we ever see their grand houses. After a night of drinking and gambling they would walk by a group of us, selecting their pleasure of the night. The gentlemen were always dressed in long, dark cloaks to both hide their identity and also hide any signs of wealth as there were many thieves about in the city.
The very lucky boys would catch the attention of one of the many artists in the city. These artists found work painting the churches and chapels of the many convents here, paid for by rich patrons. The boys would get meals and a place to stay while employed as models by the artists. I have seen some of these boys looking down from the walls of the churches, seeming to be little angels. If only the rich patrons and nobles knew the true nature of these angels. Most times while the artist was busy high up near the top of the painting, his angels would be earning a few extra coins by giving the onlookers another kind of heavenly pleasure in a dark corners of the church. Some of the artists were known for warming their beds on a cold night with one of their little angels.
I was not so lucky to be picked as a model. My swarthy looks attracted a different kind of patron. I was often approached by a servant of a rich merchant or even a noble. After agreeing on a price the servant would escort me to the rear entrance of a building where men kept rooms for such a purpose. If the patron approved of me the servant was given some coins and promptly disappeared, leaving me to entertain his employer. On a few occasions my host would've invited others to partake of my pleasures. On these times the guests would give me extra coins if I pleased them. I did not object, surely I could not. Often I would leave in the morning with enough coins for a room for a few days at an inn and a few good meals.
At one such party I met a gentleman of high esteem. The others present deferred to him. I heard his name mentioned by a few of the gentlemen, Ferdinand. He was a tall man, dressed in elegant attire. His dark eyes searched the room for some amusement as if his amusement was the only purpose for our existence. There were other boys present at this occasion. They posed for him, offering smiles and a glimpse of what they had to offer.
Ferdinand ignored them as he talked to the host and the other gentlemen at the party. He had arrived escorted by a liveried footman and a body guard. The footman paid more attention to the boys, engaging them in conversation. He seemed to be assessing each one for his master. He approached his master and whispered in his ear. Ferdinand glanced over at the group of boys and nodded his head to the body guard and footman. The footman approached me. He bent over to inspect me again, sniffing to make sure I had washed. He nodded to the body guard who quickly brought me to my feet. I was taken to a small, well appointed room, away from the others.
After a short while Ferdinand and the footman appeared at the door. I stood immediately as a sign of respect for my betters. I had worn the best outfit that I owned and wished to impress my host and his guests. Ferdinand walked around me, inspecting my attire and my body. He nodded to the footman who quickly left the room. Ferdinand sat at the table in the center of the room and indicated that I should take the other chair. The footman returned bearing a tray with wine and 2 glasses. He left the tray on the table and silently exited the room. Pouring two glasses of wine Ferdinand spoke at last.
"What is your name boy?" he asked ,offering me a glass. I accepted the glass and responded "Leo, sir". We were both silent as we sipped the sweet wine. It had been a long time since I'd had any wine so good. I looked at his dark hair and steel blue eyes over the rim of my glass. He was a handsome man of an indeterminate age, dressed in fine garments. I felt a warmth in my britches and a tightness in my chest. I was at a loss for any words.
"Do you know why you are here, Leo?" he asked. "Yes, sir to serve the guests of my host, my patron." I answered with a firm voice. Ferdinand finished his glass and poured another before addressing me. "Would you serve me in that way?" he asked. I looked down at my glass and whispered "Yes". He reached across and took one of my hands. He turned it over to inspect it. "These are not the hands of a common workman." he said letting go of my hand. I did not know how to respond. " I am looking for a boy such as you to be my body servant. Would you be interested?" he asked in a whisper.
I had not expected such a question and such an offer. I nodded my agreement and he clapped his hands. The footman and the body guard instantly appeared. "Fetch my chair, get the boy a cloak, and take the boy to it while I speak to the host to bid him adieu", he ordered. I was led down a set of back stairs to a silent, dark courtyard. There I saw an elegant sedan chair and four bearers. There were two other men, torch bearers, waiting by the entrance. The footman attached me to the chair with a strong leather cord. Ferdinand came down the stairs accompanied by our host. The host looked at me with a sly smile as he bid farewell to Ferdinand.
The journey through the dark streets of Florence was at a steady pace. I found it easy to keep up with the bearers. The footman and the body guard followed behind the chair. At last we came to a set of impressive wooden doors. The doors opened silently as if by magic. The bearers brought the chair into a lighted court yard. It was illuminated by pairs of torches on each wall. A staircase was off to the side. Ferdinand alighted from the chair and nodded to the footman who promptly released me. I followed them up the stairs to another elegantly carved door. The footman produced a key, unlocked the door and stood aside as first the body guard entered followed by Ferdinand. I was rudely pushed into the room by the footman.
I had never seen such a room. The walls were covered in tapestries of many colors. The ceiling was painted in such a way as I have only seen in the churches of the city. The floor was covered in rich carpets. There was a fire in the large hearth at the end of the room. The furnishings were sparse, just a few tables and chairs near the fire. There was a low door next to the hearth. The footman took our cloaks and brought a bottle of wine and 2 glasses to the table. Ferdinand indicated that I should sit. He poured 2 glasses of wine before sitting across from me. I was too stunned by the elegance of the room to speak. We each took a sip of the fine wine. Ferdinand looked at the fire, then spoke. "Do you know the duties of a body servant?", he asked. I did not know of such a person. My background had not exposed me to such a thing. I nodded my head in the negative.
He laughed and shook his head. "It is very simple. You will attend to the needs of my body-all of them. You will dress me, undress me, wash me, prepare my hair, and ,of course, warm my bed. I will provide you with a warm place to sleep, food, and suitable clothing. You will maintain these three rooms-my sleeping chamber, my library, and this sitting room. I also will require that you escort me in public, wearing my household livery. The livery will offer you protection for no one is bold enough to attack my household under pain of the ax. In the morning you will be fitted for proper clothing. But it grows late and I feel the need for sleep. "
He stood up, walked to the small, low door, opened it and looked back at me. I followed him into a smaller but well furnished sleeping chamber. The was a large armoire, a chest , 2 chairs by the blazing hearth, a pallet in the corner, and a large bed hung with rich blue coverings. Ferdinand watched as I took in the room. After a few minutes he nodded for me to approach him. He held out his arms indicating that I should undress him. I removed his velvet coat, his sword sash, then his cravat and velvet waist coat. I knelt to remove his shoes and stockings. He stood before me in just his shirt and britches. From my kneeling position I unfastened the britches. I stood to remove his shirt, revealing a chest of a well built man. It was covered in soft, dark hair. Without thinking I ran my hands over that furred surface. Ferdinand shivered at my touch. I pulled away sharply. He looked down at my own enlarged organ and nodded his approval. I hastened to undo the fastenings of his britches. I lowered them, taking them off of his legs.
Now standing before me was the body of a god of the ancients. I stood back in awe of him. As I watched his large, man sized organ lifted up from his body. It was truly one that fit this body. He motioned for me to move forward to him. In a quiet voice he said, "Remove your garments and provide pleasure for me."
I let my meager clothing fall to the floor before falling to my knees to service his organ. It was thick but not overly large. I took it into my mouth, bathing the entire length with my tongue. He shivered again as I then moved down to wash his orbs with my mouth. He lifted me by my shoulders and pushed me back towards the bed. My own organ was stiff with desire.
Ferdinand reached to at table beside the bed where there was a vial of scented oils. He oiled his organ, then mine before using two fingers to open my rear. He took his time, pumping his fingers into me while holding onto my oiled organ. He watched my eyes for any sign of discomfort. My eyes surely told him of the lust that was rapidly overtaking my body.
He removed his fingers and lifted my legs to his shoulders. His entry was swift and not without a little pain. It was not my first but it was perhaps the largest I had taken in a long time. He looked into my eyes and whispered. "It is better to be quick so that the pain will turn to absolute pleasure." Of course, a man of his experience would know that. His movements began slowly, bringing moans from deep in my body. Soon an intense pleasure replaced the pain. My body began to move with his, bringing moans of pleasure from both of us. His movements increased in speed as I clung to his shoulders. I was pushing my body into his, trying to get more of him into me. I tried to become a part of him. I wanted us to meld into one being.
He grabbed my oiled organ, pulling it in time with his thrusts. I knew that soon he would take full possession of me. He would fill me with his seed. I could feel my own end fast approaching. We both let out a primal scream as we reached our climax at the same time.
I rested in Ferdinand's arms for a few minutes, my head on his shoulder. He reached over and pulled a cord next to the bed. A few minutes later another footman appeared with basin of warm water, towels, and clean sheets for the bed. I moved to the pallet in the corner in preparation for sleeping. After the footman left the room, I was pulled from the pallet by Ferdinand with a scowl. "Remember you warm my bed! Now get in!" he ordered. I did so willingly. He climbed in and embraced me, my back to his front, keeping both of us warm under the coverings.
When I awoke in the morning Ferdinand was gone. I found a new, fresh set of cloths on the chair, and water for washing. The footman returned with a small meal for me as I finished dressing. I asked if I were permitted to explore the house? The footman, in a very haughty manner, informed me that it was not a house but the palace of Ferdinand, Grand Duke of Tuscany. I was stunned, not having had a good look at it in the dark night before. I was told that the Grand Duke was meeting with his council of state and would join me for lunch in the library. I occupied myself with arranging the wardrobe and the library. I had been taught to read Latin by one of my kinder gentlemen and rough Italian by my fellow street urchins.
That's part 1 folks! Comments and advice welcomed