The T. F. Jones Elite Employment Agency
The T. F. Jones Employment Agency provided domestics, butlers and valets for Gentlemen and their families. Many of the firm's clients were bachelors. I am Rudyard Philips and I am a valet. I own the firm. Mr. T. F. Jones is a bookkeeper in my employ. After the arrest and ruin of Oscar Wilde, men of a certain persuasion found themselves subject to abuse and blackmail. My objective was to find the blackmailers and end it. I have several agents working with me. These include some solicitors and some muscular body guard types. We all share a common sexual preference.
Some persons of limited intelligence think that Mr. Wilde is a typical artistic sort who likes other men. Many sailors and Military men share Wilde's sexual tastes without his wit and cleverness. Indeed, many men of what is referred to the lower orders enjoy men sexually. While threats and violence are foreign to my nature, that is not the universal trait of all men.
Of course, our clients are wealthy and often prominent. They pay well and are often most generous when we free them from a threat. We can help me help men of lesser means with the profits from the wealthy.
I am the illegitimate son of a doltish minor nobleman and his wife's maid. My mother was beautiful, intelligent and was married off to an older, burly blacksmith, Will Philips. He loved her, and she came to love him. Will fathered three burly boys and a girl. I was fourteen when I realized he wasn't my father, but he had always been affectionate and kind. That had been a condition of the marriage, and Will was a man of his word. He couldn't read, but my mother did that for him.
My mother read to us every night. As you can tell from my name, Kipling was my mother's favorite author. Will liked that as did the entire family. I was a good older brother and we all got along well.
At 16, I went off to serve as a footman for a neighboring nobleman. My education was basic, but when you can read there is no limit. When I was a footman, I met a gamekeeper and his friend who introduced me to man sex. I was quite small and had average looks, unlike the gamekeeper. This can be quite traumatic for some. I think he was afraid I might be injured or hurt by his crude manners. He was careful and gentle as were his friends. As soon as my lips touched a man's cock I knew my own inclinations were the came as theirs. I was well endowed and was more difficult to take than their own tools.
I was always observant and clever. I discovered I had a skill at uncovering secrets and could tell when a man was truthful or false. When the nobleman I served had a problem, I discovered the culprit and my gamekeeper friend scared the man enough to make him flee to a distant county. This skill became known to men of a certain inclination and in a few years, I founded the firm.
All the names of clients in this account have been changed and replaced with false names. I have resisted the urge to be clever. Lord Ironmonger is not a clue to a man's identity, nor does Mr. Littlecock refer to a gentleman's private parts.
Case One: The Earl of Grandisle.
The family of the Earl of Grandisle was ancient but had been afflicted by being both lazy and interested in gambling. The current Earl escaped these traits. He did his duty and married an American heiress, Sarah Van der Walt. She produced an heir an a spare and all was well. They had a proper relationship living mostly separate lives that allowed them to pursue their own interests. Sarah became a patron of the arts. He was an avid horseman and had an interest in hearty, muscular grooms.
Sarah was the third daughter of a Pittsburg millionaire, attractive but not a beauty. She was terrified of humiliation, since her father had greatly favored her older sister.
The Earl received a letter demanding money for silence. The problem was believed to be with a groom named Ralph. I joined the Earl's staff as his valet. I came with a helper, Old Billy, a well experienced horse breeder and groom. He went to the stables, I went to the main house.
There were some old retainers on the staff, and some new people who were hired with Sarah's money. Several were quite new. I looked at the letters of recommendation of the new staff and noticed two were quite similar, despite being written by persons in different parts of the country. They seemed to be on the same type of paper and in similar handwriting. One was for William, a footman, and Seth, the Butler's assistant. He was the boot and silver polisher.
Old Billy connected with the groom, Ralph. Old Billy was a harmless, old reprobate and made friends easily. he was the sort of man you might tell anything assuming he would forget it by the next morning. He was a superb groom a hard worker. He wore old fashioned. tight fitting britches that displayed his impressive manly parts. You somehow knew he was willing.
The Earl, Wallace DeMont, was a bland, handsome countryman, who was mostly interested in horses, live stock and farming. I think he could have been intelligent had that been necessary. When helping him bathe, I discovered that while he was reserved and aloof, his cock had no tendency to be reserved. The second time I ran a bath it was in the afternoon after a hunt. Wallace became erect and I asked if he would like me to help him with it. He nodded. He was excited and shot off quickly. He warned me when he was close, and I took his load. That apparently was rare for him and he enjoyed it greatly.
I enjoyed it too. He had been drinking and his man seed tasted of ale. It reminded me of my old gamekeeper friend who drank ale or beer all day long. He went to dinner, so my duties were over until he undressed for bed, so I went to meet with Old Billy. Billy was a good judge of horseflesh and an equally good judge of men.
Billy was living is a small, one room cottage. Most of the grooms lived over the stables, but Billy had a problem with stairs. The cottage was small and almost hidden in a thicket of berries. It had one window and a door. A small iron stove provided heat. Billy was alone when I got there, but Ralph and one of his friends, Bert, came by to see him.
They were surprised to see me there, but Old Billy gave them a reassuring glance. The atmosphere changed a little and I realized they were visiting Billy to have some man fun. It was a cold night, so Billy bolted the door and closed the wooden shutter on the window. The room was toasty, with heat from the stove.
"It is nice and warm here," Bert said. "It is never warm above the stables." Old Billy took off his heavy, wool sweater. He wore a heavy undershirt. He unbuttoned that, exposing a pelt of thick grey hair on his chest. Ralph did the same. He was a big man, almost as big as Old Billy, but he had curly, red hair, from head to toe.
"I was hoping Ralph told you why he likes to visit me?" Old Billy asked of Bert. "Rudyard, Ralph and I like to entertain ourselves." Bert was thin and had a beard, but he was young, perhaps 20.
"Bert is interested, but not too experienced," Ralph said.
"This isn't a school room. It's not for delicate types," Old Billy said.
"I'm not delicate!" Bert said. "Ralph showed me some stuff. I liked it a lot." Old Billy and Ralph continued to unbutton their undershirts. Bert and I did the same. I was part of the household staff, a few steps up the social ladder from the men in the stables. As far as I can tell, you can't tell the status of a naked man. Cocks aren't distributed according to your class. My cock impresses aristocrats and laborers. As one of my old friends said, "You've got a Duke's cock on a valet's body."
Ralph and Bert were impressed. Bert went over to Old Billy and Ralph was soon sucking my tool. The Earl had told me that he had a hard time believing Ralph was involved. He had worked there for five years and had been trustworthy and a good worker. As soon as Ralph's lips touched my cock I knew that he loved it. He wasn't pretending to enjoy it.
I tend to ooze cock juices long before I shoot off man seed. I realized that Ralph liked the juices and regularly checked my piss slit to lick the sweet, cock ooze. We were on the only bed in the room and we shifted so that I could suck him as he sucked me. Ralph loved that.
Old Billy came over to us and we switched partners. Bert seemed uneasy at first, but when I began to suck him as he sucked me, I realized he was more than excited. His cock juices flowed like stream. Sexually engaged men can't hide anything. They might wish to appear reserved and aloof, but the cock has no interest in reserved attitudes. Once aroused, the cock has one objective. While some men might like the quick orgasm, men who shared my interests soon discover there are many paths to achieving an orgasm.
Bert didn't know that yet, and he soon climaxed. I nursed his organ, taking both the explosive bursts of seed from the first ejaculation and coaxing man seed which drooled from his tool as he calmed down. I suspected I was the first man to drain his balls and feast on the contents. He was almost asleep.
Ralph was on his knees sucking Old Billy's tool. I knew Ralph had been fucked by the Earl. The Earl had told me that Ralph was quite receptive. Indeed, the Earl was surprised that after he deposited his load in Ralph's ass, he found that Ralph had shot off. Since he had been on his hands and knees, the Earl was pleased that there had been no manual assist. Ralph had climaxed solely due to the Earl's thrusts.
Ralph's hole was open, and my cock was covered in Bert's saliva. I nudged my tool into his ass pucker. He shivered a little but did not object. I pushed a little harder. I pulled away, coated my knob with spit and returned to his ass. His sphincter briefly resisted, and my cock slid deep into him. He moaned.
"That's beautiful," Old Billy said. He moved so that he could lick Ralph's cock. I knew Old Billy well enough to know he would take Ralph's sperm. Old Billy hated a mess on the floor.
It was perhaps ten or fifteen minutes later when I felt Ralph's ass twitching. That set me off, and I spurted buckets of cum into his ass. Both Old Billy and Ralph were moaning. We broke apart. Bert had been watching. He was half hard.
"Bert, come over here and finish off Old Billy. He's still fully loaded," I suggested.
"Do I have to swallow it?" he asked.
"Just suck him and play it by ear," I said. "Do whatever you want." I assumed if I had told him to take the load, he would have resisted. When it was his choice, he took Old Billy seed with some gusto. Our little party broke up and I was back with the Earl in time to get him in bed. He had been drinking quite heavily so I sucked him a little. He was asleep after his first ejaculation.
I know that brilliant detectives don't use sexual congress and orgasms to judge potential suspects, but both my own instincts and the little sex brain in my cock found nothing incriminating about Ralph or Bert. That included a complete search of Ralph's rectum. I know enough to not place my entire trust in my cock's sensations, but I felt Ralph was not involved.
I ate in the servants' hall and the staff was a typical group of cooks, maids, and footmen. The Earl and his wife were respected and popular. The estate was now financially stable, due to rents, the sale of crops and horse racing. The Earl didn't gamble like some of his fore bearers. He ran a successful stud farm and the fees from that were substantial. The Earl and his wife led separate lives, meeting at dinner and at social events; this was typical of persons of their class. Sarah supported the local school, and a cottage hospital. The Earl, whose idea of sympathy consisted of saying, "bad luck, old man," supported and retained his old and sick staff members. It was a position for life.
I had my eye on William and Seth, but a maid, Sally, also caught my attention. William was handsome, young and unsatisfied with his place in the world. He was a type my mother called decorative. Seth was small, nervous and had a knack for saying the wrong thing. He exchanged glances with Sally when no one was looking.
When I met William, he looked at my face and then at my crotch. At a major dinner, William was attentive to the bachelors. I think he might have met with one of them behind the garden afterwards. There are no secrets among the servants of a large country house and those who were members of the club soon knew about me. That included William. One night he came to my bedroom. It was remote from the rest of the servants' quarters so that I would be near when the Earl rang.
William was wearing a robe that just happened to fall open exposing his privates. His cock was a long as mine, but I was thicker and had bigger balls. I have a confession to make. I discovered long ago that for men of our inclinations, overt sex eliminates the normal social preliminaries and if the sex is good enough, you can be best friends within minutes. There is no need to spend time getting to know a man.
William hadn't met many men who were bigger than he was, so he admired my tool. He told me that he liked man sex, but a large fortune increased his interest. "I had heard that the Earl might be interested, but he spends most of the time in the fields," he said. "Luckily his daughter is nearing marriageable age, and they are looking for possible husbands. Those young men are good for me." William was handsome and elegant, the prefect man to be a footman. I knew that if Ralph was a typical of the Earl's taste in men, he like the rougher, hardier men.
Like other handsome men I had met, he was not sexually skilled. Many of them assume that being handsome was enough. While I am not ugly, the word handsome does not immediately jump to mind when you see me. I am skilled and experienced in the sexual arts and William was dazed after I suctioned every drop of sperm from his balls.
William was looking to become a kept man in the service of a wealthy man. There was no reason to blackmail the Earl. I turned my attention to Seth. Seth was the sort of man you could walk by every day and never notice. He was neither handsome nor ugly. He had the task of taking the mail to be posted every day, so he could post letters without anyone noticing. He also spent time whispering to Sally. This could have been a romance, but neither seemed like the romantic type. Lovers tend to be either secretive or very open about the romance.
I sent regular letters to my mother, who happened to have the same address as my agency. I asked if they could find more information on the couple. The return letter was addressed to Old Billy, so no one would suspect my investigation. There was no information of either person and their references did not know them. In the high-powered world of detectives, that is called a clue.
The Earl had a photograph made of the entire staff once a year. I sent a copy to my office. I had a friendship with Chief Angus Maxwell, an inspector at Scotland Yard. He was an intelligent former naval officer and happily married man. He had one quirk in his conventional life. I discovered it and helped him out of a difficult situation. He had a constable who had the same quirk, and he was willing to go through the mug shots of blackmailers at night on his own time. He found a strong resemblance between Seth and a George Wilbermont. Wilbermont had blackmailed Lord Edmont over an affair with a French courtesan. The courtesan was a well-known in Berlin and was a man in women's dress. Wilbermont escaped jail time, because he promised to keep quiet.
I gave this information to the Earl and suggested that I search Seth's room. He said he would send Seth to London and loan Sally to a friend of his wife who was having health problems. That would give me time to search without being disturbed.
He also had a house party to occupy the other servants. Two days later Seth and Sally were sent away. It took me a half hour to find a secret compartment in Seth's trunk. It was a mass of papers in no order. When I got them out of the compartment I found an accountant's journal. It was a complete list of thirty-five victims, past, present and future.
Seth was careful to have only one or two active blackmail efforts at one time. I noticed that one of his victims was a gentleman who had recently committed suicide. The Earl was a current victim, the other was a high placed clergyman. Seth had collected and delivered mail for the house, so he could send and receive mail without discovery. I found an envelope with 1227 pounds in the secret compartment.
I searched Sally's room next. She had no additional information, but her handwriting was identical to the blackmail letters. Blackmail is a crime that can hurt the victim more than the perpetrator. I had no good idea of what to do with the information or how to convict Seth. The Earl told me not to worry, he was a magistrate and would handle it.
The Earl confronted Sally and told her that if she emigrated to Australia, he would not charge her. She was insolent and rude but said she would consider the offer. Two days later, Seth went out to deliver basket lunches to a hunting party. When the hunter's returned without lunch, Ralph and Bert went out to find him. He had fallen into a stream, hit his head on a rock and drowned. The Coroner's verdict was accidental death. The Coroner was on the list of future victims. The next day Sally decided to go to Australia.
My job was done, but I was invited with Old Billy to a party as a remote hunting lodge by the Earl. Ralph, Bert, Williams and the Coroner were the other guests as well as Lord Cloverfield. He was the man I had seen Williams with at the back of the garden. The lodge was a former monastery guest house. It had been modernized and was comfortable and well heated. A warm house was quite a novelty at that time in England.
We had a drink and the Earl gave a little speech of welcome. "Gentlemen, I have been through a stormy period in my life, but all is calm now and the sun shines again. My valet Rudyard and his friend Old Billy solved the problem for me and for many other men. I would like for us all to celebrate this as good men and true and forget rank and position. We are all men and we are here to celebrate our deliverance!" There was a hearty cheer and more drinks. The Earl removed his coat in the warm room. Ten minutes later men were wearing only their undergarments when the Earl stripped naked.
Lord Cloverfield said that he knew some of the men there intimately, but he would enjoy meeting all the men.
"Intimately?" the Earl asked.
"If at all possible!" Lord Cloverdale replied with a smile, adding. "Does anyone else feel the same way?" There was a general murmur of agreement. Williams went over to the Earl. Old Billy went to Cloverfield. "Have you ever had an old man's cock up your ass?" he asked.
"Not yet," Cloverfield replied.
The Coroner came over to me. "I need to thank you personally," he said as he dropped to his knees to suck my cock. He was a heavy set, short man. when I was erect, he stood up. "I am an old, fat man. I hope I didn't take too much of liberty," he said.
Ralph came over to us. "You can take that sort of a liberty with me any day of the week," he said. I reached out and fondled both men's genitals. The coroner shot off and I dropped to my knees to take it.
Lord Cloverfield joined us. "I've never tasted sperm before. I was afraid it was dirty," he said.
"It is pure when It spurts from the body," the coroner said. 'Rudyard seems to like it."
"I like to shoot it in an ass," Ralph said.
"I've never had a cock in my ass either. I'm not sure I could take it," his Lordship added.
"I've never found a hole I can't get into," Ralph said. "I doubt you would have a problem."
"I'm still not sure," Cloverfield said.
"Some men love it when a big, burly, hairy stable hand screws them silly," Ralph said. He glanced at Cloverfield's erect cock. I don't think any of us had been in a group of six willing men before. It was unexpected, but I seemed to see it as an opportunity, not as a problem. This was the start of a good night.