On the ride back, Chris asked me if I would like to sit up front on the buck board. He even gave me the reins once. It was fun, but the constant chilly wind blowing made it not as much fun as it might have been on a better day.
He dropped me in the rear courtyard and I went into the kitchen. Cook saw my shivering and she immediately assumed a motherly role. I enjoyed hot mulled cider and bread with heavy butter and jam. I told her that I planned to go into the adjourning pantry and put on my new valet suit and show it to sir.
"Oh lad, I don't know. He has a visitor and Mr. Ward is also up there. Perhaps you should wait until tomorrow."
"Well, I'll hold off my style show until tomorrow, but I do want to present myself to Sir James."
She signed in resignation as I left my new clothes on a table and hurried upstairs. The door was closed. I turned the handle and pushed it open. I found Blake, undressed completely, posing on a platform and holding a Romon shield carefully placed to cover his genitals. His hair had been set in a profusion of curls to resemble a Roman. I also noted that he was scrubbed and clean.
Mr. Ward was standing by watching the proceedings and his prong was out of his trousers and he was absently mindedly shagging himself as I entered.
My dear lord was behind a box on a tripod. He had a black cloth over his head. Was this some sort of devil's worship I had interrupted. Ward immediately pushed his cock in his pants and buttoned up. Blake smiled broadly and greeted me saying, "Wha' you think brother, I had a bath. I feel lighter but Ward here scrubbed me skin to a fair the well."
Sir James heard all this and divested himself of his covering. He was about to rush and kiss me, but he realized that the others were in the room and merely greeted me warmly and expressed that he had missed me. "Did you obtain your new uniforms?"
"Yes Sir, they are safe downstairs. I will model them for you at another time. Are you well?"
"Of course foolish boy. Why do you ask?"
"That strange black covering and that device you are looking into."
"Oh yes, it is a new hobby of mine. Wet plate photography. I will show you how it words later." Then turning to Blake, he said, "Your pictures will hang in galleries and men and women will admire you the world over." Blake blushed with pride and forgot to hold up his shield. He had a stiff erection from all the attention.
"Ward," Sir James said, "You may assist Blake in dressing and show him out. I have no further need of your services this evening. Leave the port bottle here."
As soon as they were gone, he came close to and kissed me warmly on the lips. He poured large glasses of port for each of us and we sipped and kissed with port wine flavored tongues. It was heaven.
I felt his rampant member pressing on my side each time he was close. I decided that, as a servant, I should offer my services. I pointed to his middle and he reddened and nodded, sitting down on a red silk chair. As I assume my kneeling position, he asked, "I suppose being alone in the carriage with Ward, that you he bummed you. I hope it did not hurt too much. I have never faced that heavenly pain, but I have thought about it, at times.
"Oh sir, I hope you will think ill of me but Mr. Ward did not have his way with me, in fact, I demanded and was successful in, in..."
"Yes?"
"Fucking him, sir."
James' face reddened and he sighed heavily. "Oh George you are a scamp. A beloved bad boy but you make my lower, nether lips tremble in sexual excitement. Would you, but with care, gentleness and love introduce me to that form of love between men?"
I was choked with longing for his pretty bottom. I answered by kissing him forcefully and undressing him at the same time. In a moment, he was naked, as was I. Drear James was trembling with excitement. It was endearing. I had a role ot play and I must be sure the dear lord enjoys every minute. My position and love and even my freedom depended on it. I took a rash beginning that was successful.
I pushed James handsome legs up almost to his shoulders and ordered him to hold them fast. He looked at me and I could see mixed feelings of outrage and curiosity playing across his beautful face. I lost no time in acquainting him with my purpose.