This is a pure work of fiction that originated from me. This homoerotic tale is set in a fictionalised 19th Century European Imperial Court. The story is purely a creation from the author's imagination and does not depict the author's moral values, nor does it try to promote a particular set of values. As this world was inspired by the 19th Century, it contains their prejudices and ethics. This work, by no means, aims to be historically or culturally accurate. Many events that weren't historically accurate or impossible to happen will be allowed to occur for plot-device purposes. If you find any of the themes uncomfortable, please do not hesitate to leave.
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Georg and his Friends
Georg walked through the upper floor of the Bacchus Club until he came to the room. He turned the handle and went into the well-appointed space. Several men were already in the room, and thick smoke hung around the light fitting in the ceiling. Moans and the slapping noise of flesh filled the room as Georg closed the door behind him.
"You're the last", came a voice from within, and Georg locked the door.
No member would enter a room without being invited; the club's rules were well observed. However, one could not always be sure.
The room had a beautiful display. On the bed lay a thin young youth; his legs were held in leather straps hung from the cross beam of the four-post bed. Between the open legs was Gregori, a Second Major in the Imperial Jager Life Guards. He was naked, his cock thrusting in and out of the young man. Georg looked at his watch and realised exactly how late he was for their party. Another officer (whom Georg did not know) was kneeling next to the young man. He, too, was wholly naked; his body was god-like with defined muscles, not something you saw unless men were on active service and only in the south of the Empire in the High Ridge Mountains was their action. The fresh scar on his abdomen further betrayed his recent action. The man's cock was hard, and the youth was suckling the head on the bed. Gagging and moaning noises camefrom him from the pounding he was getting from Gregori.
Sat in a large wingback chair was Aran, a senior officer in the department of the Palace Castilian; his tunic was unbuttoned, his breeches pulled off, and another young man sat between his legs slobbering on his cock, whilst Aran watched the other youth getting fucked from both ends a cigar in his hand and a drink in the other. Aran nodded to Georg, who started to unbutton his tunic, removing it and throwing it on the pile with the others. He continued unbuttoning his shirt, fixing himself a drink, and adjusting to the noise of the sex. The room had that smell of cock, arse and sweat in the air, mixed with the thick taint of cigars. His cock hardened from the stimulation as he peeled off his braces, unbuttoned his trousers and sat down on the other wingback chair. The young man came off Aran, shuffled naked over to Georg, and undressed the lower part. Freeing the semi- hard cock he took it into his mouth and began to suck as Aran watched the show on the bed.
The young man on his back made groaned as the two men fucked him. The unknown man hung over the lad in a press-up position and thrust his cock in and out of the young man's mouth. The assault on his mouth and throat caused him to gag, cough and vast amounts of saliva to run down his face. Gregori was fiercely fucking the back side. The small boy's cock was limp. As the two cocks pounded in and out, Georg could see the tears rolling down his cheek. Any time he tried to move, a steady hand held the head in place, and the unknown Officer, like a man possessed, continued his onslaught.
The lad between Georg's legs ignored the assault on his companion, and his hand on the base of the cock moved it in time, with his lips rolling up and down the cock. Georg always noted how well trained the staff were at the Bacchus Club. Silent diligent, and a great fuck. The abuse of the lad on the bed continued as Gregori slapped a palm onto the lad's chest, holding him steady as the other Officer held his head and pushed his cock down the throat. Georg had not seen the whole cock of this man, but from the colour of the lad's face, which was turning a deeper shade of red, and the bulging of his eyes, he wondered if it was in his stomach. Gregori was pounding harder than before and grunting. He let out a roar and buried his cock into the ass. The lad struggled against the Officer, finally pushing him back and rasping for air.
The commotion drew the attention of the other lad, who looked behind him and then up ad Georg.
"Don't worry, I won't be as rough", Georg said quietly.
"Speak for yourself", spoke the unknown man as he climbed off the bed, and Gregori slipped out of the cum soaked hole.
He thrust into the just fucked hole, and the lad moaned in pain at the assault. Gregori wiped himself off with a damp towel and moved away as the Officer fucked into the lad.
"I have been in the High Ridge mountains chasing god awful chieftains and their tribes for six months. Not a sigh of a good ass in miles. The boys there are riddled with some horrid diseases I would not touch," He spoke, his words punctured by the deep thrusts he made into the lad who squirmed.
With each one, a painful moan or squeak comes from the lad. Aran and Gregori swapped places, and slinking out of his breeches, Aran moved to the bed blocking the view of the lad's face as the noises he was making stopped and were replaced by the suckling noise and occasional squeak.Given the fucking he had just had, the Officer spared no thought for the young lad and was soon hammering into him. Aran held the lad's head as his hips moved in and out of him. The Officer continued.
"I have enough cum in my balls to feed these little pigs for hours," he said "Gregori said we have them until dinner." The use of Gregori's first name threw Georg; it was rare for people to use that and not his title.
"Georg, may I introduce Hector Von Merlyn, newly appointed Major in the 3rd Light Dragoons," Gregori said in his high-clipped tone. "Hector, this is Georg De Aubert, Lieutenant-Commander of Fortress Boyen.
"A pleasure, I am sure," Hector said through clenched teeth as he leaned forward, holding down the lad and fucked harder into him.
The lad broke off Aran's cock and screamed as Hector fucked into him. The lad on Georg's cock continued sucking, all while this carried on above him. The youth on the bed soon had his screams muffled as Aran put him back on his cock, and Hector let out a strangled noise as he pushed his cock into the hole and came into the lad. Breathing heavily, Hector leaned over the lad, his legs still shaking as the last drops fell and pulsated into the fucked hole. Pulling out, air escaped the hole and made a wet farting noise. Aran moved around to take the place vacated by Hector.
Aran unhooked the legs, which were numb and rolled the lad over onto his stomach. As Hector jumped onto the bed as Aran slid into the hole. Aran was not as ferocious as Hector initially, but Georg knew he could be. Looking at the boy between his legs as Gregori and Hector engaged in talk. Georg lifted the lad's chin and indicated he should get up. Once standing, Georg ran his hand over the boy's body.
"That is a sweet ass boy. When were you last fucked" Hector asked from the bed?
"Um, a few days ago", the lad replied nervously.
"Good, you would be tight again," he said.
Georg wrapped an arm around the lad's waist, startling him as he pulled him back to sit on his lap.
Whispering in his ear he spoke.
"Guide my cock in, I will be gentle."
A snort came from the bed as Hector, seemingly recovered, moved forward and encouraged the lad on the bed to put his cock back in his mouth. Gregori was nursing his semi-hard cock as the lad gripped Georg's flesh sword and aimed it at his hole.
Pushing in as the lad slowly lowered himself onto the cock. One leg on the ground, the other on the arm of the chair. Hector, from the bed, had a good view of the show as the cock slid into the hole. Georg could not see the facial expressions of the lad but the smile from Hector made him know he was grimacing, these came in time with the lad pausing on his descent on the cock going into his ass. Georg let the lad set the pace his hands held him about the waist. With a little encouragement, Georg was moving in and out of the lad, and slowly he moved until he sat on Georg's cock, his legs on either side of Georg's as he gently moved his cock in and out of him.
The lad on the bed was screaming into the cock and groin of Hector who was back on his knees and having the lad suckle on his semi-flaccid dick. Aran was fucking him hard as the other watched from Georg's lap as the cock moved in and out of his gut. Gregori watched the two scenes as Georg Pulled the lad back to rest on his chest. As he held the boy close to him, he kissed the side of his face. The lad turned, and at the awkward angle, their lips met, and Georg thrust up into the boy. As they kissed, the lad let out a moan into Georg's mouth as he was being fucked. Turning back and balancing his feel on Georg's ankles, the lad bounced himself up and down on the cock in his butt. The lad on the bed sucked on the hard cock of Hector as Aran entered him from behind. Georg watched the scene as the lad on his lap fucked himself, holding onto the lad. Georg fucked up and into him as Gregori got up and moved over. He tossed his own cock as he stood beside the two, contorted at an angle; the lad took the cock into his mouth as he continued to slide up and down.
A foot slipped from Georg's knee, and the lad impaled himself on his cock; the shock elicited a painful noise from the lad, but Georg's blood was up, and he grabbed hold of the lad and fucked into him harder. He did not have the fierceness of the others, but he still liked to fuck, the lad took the cock of Gregori back into his mouth as he was being fucked from below. The scene did not change as the four men used the boys in their position. Aran was the first to break the spell when he added his load to that of Hector and Gregori in the lad on the bed. Georg now had the urge to want to cum himself.
"Get on the floor," he said, moving up and into the lad, pushing him off him.
The youth took the cock from his mouth and climbed down onto the floor Georg following him. Hector climbed off the bed leaving the panting boy lying there. He kneeled in front of the lad on all fours as Georg got in behind him and entered him. Hector grabbed the lad by the hair and pulled him onto his cock. The hairless boy was like a table between the two men, the larger defined frame of Hector showed off his impressive physic as he breathed in the muscles on his stomach showed under the light hairs. Georg was thinner and lighter his own stomach heaved as he thrust in and out of the lad. The assurances of earlier were forgotten, he was not rough like Hector, who held the lad down on his cock, making him chock, but he was not gentle. Georg thrust in and out of the upturned butt as his balls churned and the familiar sensation filled him. Holding the lad in place as Georg thrust in and out, Hector was pushing as much of his cock into the mouth of the lad; As Georg looked at the Officer, his body on full display, he could see Gregori standing next to Hector. Turning his head, Hector took Gregori's cock into his mouth and sucked on it. Georg was in no way passive and did not suck cock, but Hector was enjoying this. Aran moved around the foursome as Hector's pace in and out of the boy's mouth picked up as hehe sucked on the royal cock in his mouth.
The scene stimulated Georg, who dug his fingers into the waist of the lad as he pistoned in and out of the warm hole of the lad beneath him. The churning of his balls soon brought the cum flowing, and he buried his cock into the boy's bowels. Thrust forward, he choked on the cock in his mouth as Hector sucked with a renewed vigour on Gregori's cock. Recovered from his own orgasm, Georg climbed up and headed to the basin to clean himself. Hector broke off Gregori's cock and pulled the lad up, throwing him over the end of the bed where his friend lay on his back in a comatose state. Not giving the lad a chance to adjust, he thrust into him as Gregori watched Hector begin to fuck the lad.
Having cleaned up naked, Georg returned to the chair, sipped his drink, and watched as Gregori took a position behind Hector and entered the Major. The man made a satisfying noise as Georg, one eyebrow raised, looked at Aran, who merely shrugged as, from behind, they watched Gregori fuck Hector, who was fucking the lad.
"That reminds me", Aran stated and Georg looked over at the men fucking as he drew on his cigar.
"This reminds you of my brother?" Georg asked.
"Someone getting fucked", Gregori said, "always reminds me of your brother" He laughed as he
fucked into Hector, who now was a passive player in the fucking the pace and tempo of being fucked and fucking the lad was dictated by the thrusts of the man behind him.
"Your brother is in trouble," Aran added. "He is up before the Castellon."
"For what?" Georg looked concerned.
"He was caught"
"What!" exclaimed Georg. "how does that little Anton cause me such a headache."
"Well, you know the Castellon's opinion on the matter. He will want to make an example of Anton," Aran spoke.
"Speak to him," Georg said.
"I can't. The Castellon is furious."
The first lad on the bed slid off and moved around taking in the sight of the men who had fiercely fucked him fucking one another and his friend.
"Uncle will speak to him, and it will be another change of position," Georg said dismissively.
"That won't work," Aran said almost gleefully. "The Castellon has written to the Emperor."
At this, Gregori stopped and turned his head. "He hasn't?"
"The Emperor won't want the scandal in the Court or the Phamflets," Georg said, trying to reassure himself.
A slapping noise came from the bed as Hector reached around and grabbed Gregori's ass motioning for him to continue. Gregori got back to the task of fucking the Major, whose own rock-hard cock was buried in the boy who was flopped on the bed beneath him.
"Are you not interested in where your brother was caught being fucked"
"The chapel?" Gregori trained to say.
Gregori's cock shot his second load into Hector, and the man's seed flowed into the lad with a satisfying growl.
"Worse, the State Bed chamber, some guard from the Empress's 2nd Lancers buggered him in a window," Aran said, smiling.
"Your brother lives dangerously," Gregori said as he pulled out of Hector and looked back at Georg.
Georg was silent for a moment.
"I tell you as a friend you will want to protect yourself from the fallout," Aran said.
"My cousin. Actually," Gregori paused ", no one will like him for this. Youthful..." Gregori was cut off.
"I know!" Georg said, raising his voice.
He looked up to see Gregori's face. He did not stand on rank with friends, and it was hard to think of him as an Imperial member when his own was out and dripping with cum which he had just shot into a Major.
"Sorry, I have to go." With that, he scrambled for his clothing.
"There is nothing you can do to save him," Aran said
Hector rolled off the lad and onto the bed and Gregori fixed himself a drink.
"There is always something," Georg replied.
"He will be drummed out, lucky if they don't execute him," Aran said to Georg's back as he struggled with the door before remembering it was locked.