[This rather odd story is meant to be humorous, though I think to really get the joke, you have to watch a lot of "Masterpiece Theater" and other British shows on PBS. Out of deference to my foreign readers, I am not dropping the "h's" or any other letters with the speech of the Cockney characters in this story. Please add the proper accents in your own mind when they talk, two stuffy aristocrats dealing with two burly working-class sorts in Edwardian England.]
STIFF UPPER LIP
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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"Care for a spot more tea?" Cecil asked.
"Thank you." Evelyn said.
Cecil poured him a cup and said, "Crumpet?"
"Quite." Evelyn agreed, lifting the tea to his lips the way he'd been taught at Eton. Both young men were the flower of British aristocracy of 1910, a credit to their class, and even though the two were now alone in the house in London (not counting the servants, naturally), they attended to all the details of dress and style required at tea-time as befit their station in life.
"Shall I ring for some more cakes?" Cecil asked his houseguest.
"No, thank you." Evelyn said as he carefully buttered the crumpet. "One mustn't overdo things in this hot weather, you know."
"Quite." Cecil agreed, taking a crumpet for himself and adjusting his monocle. It was something of an affectation, but one had to keep up appearances and the monocle was at least more dignified than a pair of spectacles. Dashed bother, spectacles, better to use the monocle. He carefully touched his brown, oil-slicked hair to be sure it was still in place and turned his attentions to his tea and his blond-haired companion. "Shall we travel to the country house this weekend?" he suggested. "We can have some friends over and get up a game or two of cricket."
"That sounds lovely." Evelyn said amiably. "Not that you won't trounce the lot of us as always."
Cecil smiled and didn't deny it.
"Oh, I say, what is that?" Evelyn said, a slight frown permitting itself on his otherwise placid features.
"Sounds like something is amiss downstairs." Cecil agreed. "Let the staff attend to it, that's what they're for."
"Quite right."
They were enjoying their tea when the door to the drawing room burst open and two rather rough characters appeared.
"There you are." one of them said.
"Here, now, Frederick, what is this?" Cecil asked of the butler who followed the two ruffians into the room.
"I'm so very sorry, sir." Frederick said. "But these gentlemen insist on speaking to you right now. They're two of your gardeners, sir."
"That's right, we are, mate." The larger of the two men said, his black beard was a mussed arrogance on his sun-burnt face.
"That will be all right." Cecil said to Frederick. "You may go. I'll attend to these two."
"Right you will." the man said. "Me and Fellowes, we've worked for you for three weeks and never seen a copper of our wages, we haven't."
"Well, I'm sorry," Cecil said of his mother. "But Lady Covington is away on the Continent right now and these things happen. I'm sure she'll tend to this as soon as she returns."
"And when will that be?" the bearded man insisted.
"Well, really, I'm not sure." Cecil admitted. "Dashed bother and all that, but you'll just have to wait until she returns. Until then, your room and meals will be provided and you won't want for any necessities."
"A man needs more than a bunk and some bread to do a days' work." the bearded man declared strongly.
"You tell him, Brunton." Fellowes told his companion. Fellowes was shorter, stouter and somewhat older than Brunton, with red hair that spoke of Welsh ancestry and a ruddy complexion. "We want our wages, and we want it now."
"Without our wages, we can't even go down to the pub for a pint of stout." complained Brunton. "So just hand it over and we'll be on our way, if you please."
"Really, now." Evelyn came to his friend's defense in the face of these two blackguards.
"This is no way for members of your class to behave in the presence of your superiors. Now, nip off, you two and let us enjoy our tea and crumpets."
Brunton said. "I tell you that I want at least some of my wages out of you two and I want it now. Got a girl who needs my attentions down at the pub and I'm not going in with me hat in me hand and have to beg for me drinks on the cuff."
"Just ignore him, Evelyn." Cecil suggested. "They'll have to wait until Mother returns from the Continent and that's all there is to it."
"I think you're right." Evelyn said. "We'll just have our tea and let them storm all they wish, and then they'll go away."
The two settled firmly in their seats and concentrated on their tea.
Brunton and Fellowes seemed at a loss for a time, but then Brunton said, "Well, then, if we can't have our wages, we can have what there is, eh?"
"And what do we have other than the back of the hand?" Fellowes asked.
"We have two fine young gentlemen." Brunton said. "Be a shame to waste all this energy with a pump-the-willy in the loo."
"Hmph!" Cecil blustered at the boorishness. "Care for some sugar in your tea?" he offered Evelyn to cover up the noise.
"Perhaps another lump." Evelyn said, ignoring the big, black, hairy man who was hitching at his lower clothing nearby. Cecil dropped in the lump of sugar with the silver tongs.
"Let's just stir this for you." Brunton said abruptly. He took the teacup in his hand and held it down to his crotch, dipped his dong in it and sloshed the huge prick back and forth a time or two. "There you are, sir, a proper tea service you have." he said as his dick dripped with the tea.
"Oh, I say!" protested Evelyn.
"Now, now, drink it up." Brunton said. When Evelyn hesitated, Brunton grabbed the teacup up again and with the other hand he grasped Evelyn by the back of his neck and held him steady while he poured the tea into Evelyn's mouth. Evelyn choked and swallowed while the two ruffians laughed heartily.
"Now that was uncalled for." Cecil said sternly. Wouldn't do to act undignified, no matter what the circumstances. That was what they drilled into you in the schools of England. Dignity first, always.
"I insist upon an apology, sir." Evelyn said huffily.
"An apology?" Brunton said. "You want an apology, you need to talk to Johnson."
"Who's Johnson?" Evelyn said, surprised.
"Down here!" Brunton grabbed Evelyn's shoulder and pushed him down to his knees, the chair of the table skittering away over the waxed floor. "Here's my Johnson, why don't you get better acquainted?" Brunton's "Johnson" was arcing its head upwards at Evelyn, like a questing dog searching for a scent, and from the mouth of the glans a long dollop of drool reached down on it syrupy string for the floor.
"Here now...." started Evelyn as he peered at the huge organ regarding him. And when he said the word now, his lips still pursed in the "ow" part of the word, Brunton shoved the dog-like pud at his mouth and the glans caught those pursed lips and pried them apart and dove in deeper.
"Glmph!" Evelyn said.
"That's my boy." Brunton said as he grasped Evelyn's ears like the handles of a jug of liquor. He thrust his cock brutally in and out of the hapless aristocrat, the prick making a liquid shlorping sound.
"Oh, I say, Evelyn, are you all right?" Cecil asked, concerned.
Brunton released him and Evelyn got to his feet, found a napkin and daintily patted his lips dry. "I'll be all right. Rather a bit of a hooligan you have for a gardener, I must say." he said.
"Good show." approved Cecil.
"Oh, we're just getting started." Brunton said as he again grabbed poor Evelyn and began to undo his trousers from behind.
"Really, now!" Evelyn said. "We can't have this sort of business about."
Brunton thrust him down over the table as he pulled down the trousers and shorts. "Just making sure our lordship's guest is shown all our hospitality." he said.
"Well, then, that's all very well and good, but you really...Oh, I say!" was his only comment as Brunton shoved his pud between his asscheeks and rammed it in, hard!
As Brunton began to thrust and cram his rod up Evelyn's ass, he protested in all proper decorum. "Really, sir, I must insist that you cease and desist this behavior at once. It isn't the least proper."
"I shall report this activity to my Mother, you may be assured of that." Cecil added. "Fellowes, I say, can't you restrain your friend from this sort of thing?"
Fellowes had been watching all of this with a big grin. "Can't do that, mate." he said. "Brunton gets his steam up and there's no stopping him."
"Then whatever shall we do? Poor Evelyn is being brutally misused here."
"Just have to let him be, that's all, sir." Fellowes said. "He'll be done in a minute."
Evelyn was holding onto the edge of the table while he was plowed by the burly gardener, who was making hard thrusts into him, rocking his body back and forth.
"In fact," Fellowes continued. "I feel a bit of the goat rising my own self. Seems a shame you're just sitting here while your guest has to stand all the chaff." And his hands reached to spread his baggy trousers, found the fly and unfastened it.
"Then what do you recommend?" Cecil asked. "Suggest he leave off Evelyn and take me instead?" He wasn't looking at Fellowes, his eyes were concentrated on the face of his friend, which had taken on a soft sort of look with eyes closed and head uplifted.
"Not quite that." Fellowes said. And he slapped Cecil's cheek with his prick, and Cecil startled at the meaty, soft slap. "I was thinking you and I should join in, that's all."
"Here now, none of this!" Cecil protested, but it was no use, Fellowes' cock was really beyond any taming at this point, it was engorged, red and huge. He thrust it at Cecil and rather than let that slimy cockhead smear his good clothes, he caught it in his mouth like Fellowes intended.
"That's the stuff, mate." Fellowes said. "Now give it a little of the to-and-fro. Ah, that's the way." Cecil was bobbing his head as required. "Ah, damn, yeah."
"I must insist that you refrain from vulgar comments here." Evelyn said on behalf of his friends. "We are not in some pub by the docks, after all."
"Quite right, sir, my apologies. His lordship is just showing a good deal of talent here, that's all."
"Well...that's all right then! Oof!" Evelyn said as Brunton gave him an extra hard thrust.
"Told you these aristocrats are all a bunch of poufs when you get their knickers down." Brunton told Fellowes. "Why don't you get yours down and give him a bit of the Welsh revenge?"
Fellowes took Brunton's advice, Cecil found the cock taken from him with a moist shl-pop! and with resignation, he stood up and turned around for the brutish fellow, held his arms aside with a sigh and resigned himself to his fate.
"Rather a bit of a sticky wicket, eh, what?" Evelyn commiserated with his friend as Cecil bit his lip to keep from uttering a sound when Fellowes began to shove that lumberous prong into his bum.
"Shows what happens when one permits the lower classes a bit of liberty." Cecil said quite strongly. He was holding his head still, but the rest of his body rocked under the meaty slaps his buttocks were suffering from the thrusts from Fellowes stocky body.
"We should take steps to prevent this sort of thing in the future." Evelyn said.
"Quite right." Cecil said. "I shall write a most strenuous letter to Parliament on the subject. We shall have a bill passed to prevent this sort of nonsense."
"Absolutely." Evelyn agreed. Their noses were practically touching over the small table.
"Rather a bother, what, being rammed up the bunghole like this."
"Uh, uh, huh, grh, rhh, huh!" Brunton was grunting.
"And that noise he makes, rather like a gorilla. He rather resembles a gorilla, don't you think, Cecil?" Evelyn inquired.
"I must agree." Cecil said.
"Mh, mh, mh, mh, mh!" Fellowes was getting into his fucking of his young master, small, eager sounds escaped his lips.
"Better than mine, though." Cecil continued. "Mine sounds rather like a pig at the feeding trough I heard once."
"Yes, rather." Evelyn affirmed. "Brutish, rough behavior. Only to be expected from the lower classes, after all."
"I wonder how he's going to sound when he finishes up." Cecil speculated. "I suspect he'll make a noise less like a gorilla and more like a hyena."
"We'll know soon, I expect." Evelyn judged. "This prick up my bum is beginning to get dashed hot."
"Hur, hur, hur, huh, GUH, GUH-NNNKKK!!!" Brunton gasped as he shot his heavy load into Evelyn's violated anus.
"Just what I told you." Cecil crowed his victory. Then he watched Evelyn's face, the tenderness in it. Good heavens, he thought to himself and looked down at Evelyn's cock in time to see the slim white dong begin to jet its juice. Right into his teacup! Spoiling a perfectly good cup of tea, really, the degradations one assumes when one associates with the lower classes, he thought to himself.
Fellowes began to moan. "Mmh, mmmh, mmh, mh-mh-mh-mh-mh, mh-MHHHH!"
Just like a pig to the very end, Cecil sighed as Fellowes thrashed around on top of him. He reached down and gently jerked his prick, which was on the verge, and managed to keep his own sounds of pleasure down to a discrete and proper low hum.
Brunton was sweating and heaving still, his big, brawny hands moving over Evelyn's chest, mauling and mis-shaping his vest and shirt, pulling it all awry, while his red face was bright beet-color and he drew his breath in with ragged, loud, bestial gasps.
Cecil felt Fellowes' cheek touch his back while he moaned his residual happiness with his head resting on Cecil's back.
"Well, now, I trust this is all over with." Cecil said firmly to Brunton.
"Done for now, I expect." Brunton said as he hauled back and stuffed his shirt in big wads back into his trousers and pulled them together and fastened them once again.
"As I said, my mother is the one who is to pay you, and she will make up the arrears when she returns. Until then, I expect you to wait along with the rest of the staff. These things happen in a big house, you can take such things as you need from the stores to tide you over. Speak with Frederick about that.
"We will, sir." Brunton said. "I expect we can make do with a bottle or two from your cellar instead of a pint at the pub."
"I'm sure that will be acceptable, but let Fredericks pick the bottles."
"Of course, that still doesn't get us any of the slap-and-tickle." Fellowes pointed out.
"Oh, we'll make do." Brunton said. "We'll come back same time tomorrow and take up where we left off with these two, I expect."
Evelyn looked at his friend, and then followed his lead with an impassive face while the two ruffians chuckled and left the room. "They're coming back tomorrow at this time?" he said to Cecil.
"Yes, I rather expect they will." Cecil said.
"Just at tea time." Evelyn said, aghast. "But couldn't they come earlier or later?"
"Now, now, we'll manage well enough until Mother returns." Cecil said.
"When will she be returning."
"She usually doesn't return until the end of summer." Cecil said.
"But that's over six weeks away."
"We shall make do." Cecil said. "Be a credit to our station and all that."
"Yes, I suppose we shall." Evelyn said.
"One must make sacrifices for society." Cecil said. "Stiff upper lip and all that."
"Yes." Evelyn said. "But I must admit this mauling of my nether regions is going to put a real crimp in my cricket game."
"Pity."
"Quite."
THE END
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