"Lord James and the Young Highwayman, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Historical
The carriage drew up under the covered area at the side entrance of the mansion. Wilson opened the carriage door and asked, "Shall I lift him out?" Then seeing that the ropes had been removed he jumped back in trepidation. "Oh My Lord, what danger you may have been in."
James only laughed. "Call Toby the groom and he shall be our guard for this sinful boy. Take him to my quarters and guard him until I decide what to do." Then just as he jumped to the ground he added, "Perhaps Toby can organize a bath for the fellow. He surely needs it. You might avail yourself of the servants supply of uniforms. Do not redress him in his old tatters."
James stopped in the kitchen area. It was empty, so in his usual inform manner he poured an ale from the large crock and hied himself to the study to sit and consume it. When he finished he headed up to the Duke's quarters. Just as he was about to knock on the door, it opened and the Duke's physician emerged and held up a warning hand.
"Please do not enter. The Duke is very ill this day and I have given him a sedative."
Sadly James turned and went down the hall to his own quarters. Loud curses greeted his ears as he opened the heavy door. The door to the bathing room was open and he could see his prisoner's upper naked form. At the moment his hair was being washed. When Toby saw his young master he stopped his activities and turned a pained face toward James.
"The wash water is as black as the ink on your desk sir. Shall I repeat the bath process with new water?"
James smiled. "Surely you do want your best efforts. Bath him again."
Wails of anger came from the bath room as the naked boy heard his fate.
"Simon, be a brave boy. When you are fully curried and combed you will get your dinner."
James sat resting on a chair in his room and in half an hour or so his revery was broken by the sight of Simon standing before him. He was naked except for a bunched rage held again his privates. James surveyed the chap and thought he was quite magnificent. His wide shoulders and narrow waist were like a statue. But his face was contorted in anger.
"You high born torturer. You have removed my protective coat of dirt. I have never been ill because of it. Now, heaven knows what sort of pestilence may attack me."
Meanwhile Toby entered carrying an outfit usually worn by a valet. James had known at present that it was expected that shortly he would employ one now that he was in his adulthood.
The naked boy had to release his towel but he turned his back whilst donning his white cotton draws. His arse was exposed to James' hot eyes as he memorized each line and dimple. Then came the striped top, black trousers, then hose and slippers. He turned to regard himself in the long mirror.
"I look like someone else, but it is tolerable. Now food."
They descended the stairs into the great lower hall where hung dozens of portraits of family long dead.
Simon's head whirled back and forth looking at these six feet long paintings. "How strange that you live in this museum."
"I have seen them for all my life, at least since I came to live with the Duke, after..after...my mum and dad died, that I hardly notice them."
They had reached the entrance to the impressive dining room. Wilson who stood there sniffing with dissatisfaction at the appearance of Simon about to seat himself as if he were of high rank.
Simon, always perceptive, turned to James. "Perhaps I ought to leave you and go to the kitchen."
"No, stay here." Then he whispered. "I shall deal with Wilson."
He turned to the old butler and said in a quiet but firm voice. "Do not show any disapproval of my decisions, it borders on insolence. You may now begin serving.
Platters of steaming hare and venison topped with vegetables from the garden appeared and Simon ate hungrily, James slower enjoying his guest's grunts of satisfaction.
At last the table of devoid of food. "Do you wish more?" James asked. Simon burped loudly and shook his head. James then said, "The night has arrived. Shall we seek our rest?"
"Yes friend but I fear sleeping away from you. I do not trust these servants. May I use the floor in your compartment?"
"If you wish," but he was secretly thrilled.
The two young men wove their way a bit drunkenly to the upstairs hallways and on to James quarters. There stood Wilson at the door. "Shall I prepare your bed as usual, sir."
The use of the word 'sir' was pointed and just as pointedly James responded, "Simon will do the job. You may retire."
Simon moved to the large bed with its covered figures of animals and birds adorning it and drew back the heavy damask coverlet exposing the fresh white linen below. He ran his hand on them marveling at their softness.
In a moment James had thrown off his clothes and his night dress was covering his head. Simon was able to see the whole bare boy exposed to his avid eyes. He thought that such a lovely form was revealed. It was so boyish. The hips were a bit broad and the shoulders narrow and that resembled the swells in the portraits. That's fancy he thought. But what entranced him the most was the pale, hairless, glossy flesh of the body. But alas, the drapery dropped and the show was over.
The half drunk, sleepy boy slid under the covers and quickly fell asleep. Simon undressed to his under wear and lay on the soft carpet on his back awaiting sleep.
As the night progressed the cold outside crept in and the fire in the fireplace e died away. He tried to sleep but his shivering and clattering of his young strong teeth awoke James.
He whispered, "Are you very chilled?"
Through shivering lips he replied affirmatively.
James was a sweet and trusting boy. He lifted the heavy sheets and patted the mattress. "Come in here, my friend that you may finish the night in warmth."
Simon gratefully rose and settled himself in the warm bed and quickly fell asleep. But James was now awake and greatly stimulated by the presence of the husky lad beside him. Impulsively he allowed his leg to move and rest against the slightly fuzzy leg of his bed guest. Simon signed and pressed back, half in and out of sleep. He purred happily and decided to press his secret nighttime advances.
"Do you require some sexual relief my friend," Simon asked in a husking voice.
"Perhaps, but first tell me about your life before today. How did you exist?"
"I am not proud to say that I was hungry often and learned to avail myself at times to the largess of gentlemen who seek boys like myself."
"You were a whore? A bottom boy?"
"No never. My gentlemen were too old to tumble, they only required me to disrobe and then they would wank themselves. Afterward they rewarded me with many coins."
"You never touched them?"
"Hardly ever."
James was silent, then asked "You speak not like a street boy. How is this?"
"I trafficked with these swells and soon copied their speech. It aided my endeavors."
"Tell me more about what you did that you say 'hardly ever'".
"Oh, that was not with my gentlemen, it was with mates at the work house or the streets."
"Show me."
Simon knew that his was the moment that he had to secure himself in James' affection so he better please the lad. He pushed the covers down and then lifted the boy's night dress so that he rested up against his neck. James' body lay before him. He saw that the fine prick was upstanding and film of moisture had formed on the pale pink head.
He grasped the rod in his hand. James gasped. "Yes, yes. That feels good."
Simon saw in an instant that the lad was totally inexperienced in sex and he must control himself so as to avoid shocking him by his ardor.
He stroked James' blond hair and James nestled into Simon's warm neck. He took another step and moved his hand lightly over the rigid prick. James moaned. "So good. I may spew from this. Do you mind?"
"No, I am your valet, your servant, my only aim is your pleasure."
James allowed himself to push a sense of his position aside and give himself to the pleasure he was feeling. He was a dripper and soon Simons hand was covered with slimy precum. The odor assailed his nose and drove him deep into passion. He began to stroke rapidly then he leaned forward and kissed James on his hot, parted lips and at that moment James knees lifted and he cried out his cum song. When the throes of his orgasm subsided James pulled down his night shirt and for a moment Simon thought he had crossed a forbidden line but James murmured a soft thanks and was softly asnore at once. Simon, his prick hard and wanting moved against James and allowed himself to slide into sleep.
End of Part Two
The door to the serving pantry swung open and a footman and the cook's assistant entered carrying trays of steaming food. There was venison and rabbit covered with field vegetables as well as tankards of ale.
They seated themselves and Simon set to eating like the hungry fellow he was and James ate more slowly and with a nobleman's table manners. Soon the repast was ended for the serving platters were bare. "Do you want more?" James asked.
"I could but I better not," he said uttering a loud burp.
"Thank you for that sound. It is a compliment to the cook. Now the sky is dark and it is later than my usual bedtime. Shall we consider sleeping arrangements?"
"If it could be, I would prefer sleeping in your suite area, on the floor if necessary. I do not like or trust these servants. They stare at me angrily and I might not last the night."
"They are quite harmless, but if you prefer the floor, come along with me."
As the two rose from the table both realized that the heavy food and several large servings of brew had dulled their senses and they weaved up the stairs. Simon stopped at each ancestral portrait and said goodnight. James thought, drunkenly, that he was quite an amusing fellow and he threw an arm over Simon's brawny shoulder and they proceeded.
At the oaken door to James chamber stood Wilson, glaring at the two, but asked "Shall I prepare your bed, sir?"
"No you are finished for the night. Simon here will fix the bed as befitting the duties of a valet."
Simon heard and wondered if that was a promise of a drunk boy or the reality of his future. He was taken, body and soul with this charming beauty and staying close to him would be heavily. His longed for some intimacy but was wary of over reaching. He decided t leave it to the noble boy and see what might occur and take his clue from that.
Inside the room Simon gravely carried out his new duties by drawing back the heave damasks revealing the linens below. His hand stroked the soft sheets. And he turned to James who had managed to undress and was about to slide the night dress over his head. Whilst he was blinded by the garment his body was revealed to Simon.
Simon had never seen a male with this smooth, shapely and radiant flesh. The boy's hips were slightly wide and his shoulders narrow. He resembled the shape of the aristocrats in the portraits. Simon thought that muscles were for the working class or brigands like himself. But his sex that hung down was the equal of hid own. When stiff it must be a potent lance.