“A somewhat radical, and even a democratic, concept, if I may say so,” Bernard murmured.
“You may say so. I want you to feel free to be perfectly frank with me, at all times. But that’s enough debating, for the time being. Come here. I want us to be together. In bed. I want us to make love. And don’t you dare say, ‘as you wish, sir,’ damn it!”
“I wouldn’t dream of it—Nigel.”
“That’s better. Come here,” Nigel repeated. “Wait—first lock the door. Then take off your clothes, and come to bed.”
Bernard obeyed. Naked, he joined Nigel on the bed.
“You will see,” Nigel promised. “I can be as skilled a masseur as you are, Bernard. And if I am clumsy at first—well, practice makes perfect, as they say.”
He rubbed the cream all over the other man’s body.
“This is pleasant,” Bernard admitted.
“Yes, isn’t it?” Nigel agreed. “And I must admit—I find it rather stimulating, as well.” He set the jar down on his nightstand. “Now,” he whispered, “we will enjoy ourselves.”
The two young men embraced in a languid awakening of passion that quickly lost its timidity, as their probing hands and searching lips transformed their mutual affection into hot, impatient desire.
“Lie back,” Nigel demanded, finally. “I wish to fellate you. To make love to you with my mouth.”
Bernard caught himself before he could say, without thinking, as you wish, sir. He obeyed, settling down comfortable on the mattress with his head resting on the pillow and his sturdy legs spread wide.
Nigel took Bernard’s stiff prick in his hand and stroked it, eagerly, possessively—and with admiration.
“Beautiful,” Nigel declared. “Every part of your body is beautiful, Bernard. But especially your cock. I want to suck it—” And, without pausing for breath, he lowered his head and he began to do so.
As he sucked, Nigel ran his hands up Bernard’s torso to his chest, where he grasped Bernard’s nipples between his fingertips and began to manipulate the hard, sensitive, responsive cones of flesh. Bernard groaned with pleasure as his master worked on his erection and his nipples, striving to please him.
“You are getting me too excited,” Bernard warned. “I am afraid I am going to come!”
Grunting, Nigel continued to suck Bernard’s cock and toy with his nipples. It was obvious that he not only wanted Bernard to come—he intended to swallow his semen. All of it!
Bernard tried to hold himself back, to keep himself from ejaculating. He wanted to prolong his delight for a few moments longer, if possible. But Nigel was too good a cocksucker. His mouth coaxed Bernard to the edge of orgasm—and over it.
Every inch of Bernard’s swollen, erupting cock was buried in Nigel’s mouth and throat as it burst at last, emptying its hot wet squirts of semen straight down the cocksucking youth’s gullet. Burst after burst of the warm, creamy cum poured from Bernard’s cock, flooding his master’s mouth until the overflow dribbled from the corners of Nigel’s lips and fell in long, thin, stringy strands to the mattress. And still the Swiss kept on coming, his fluid thick and salty, as though his ejaculation would never end.
But, when at last the flow subsided and ceased, Bernard slowly withdrew his prick and he allowed Nigel to swallow his load and start to get his breath back.
Both men were panting hard, and Nigel coughed on the congested wad of cum as it slid down his throat. Then he laughed, happily, as he collapsed on the bed next to Bernard. His valet, Nigel saw, was relaxed and perspiring in the aftermath of his orgasm.
“You didn’t spend,” Bernard observed, glancing at Nigel’s erection, which stood up from his groin in an unflagging state of rigidity.
“No.”
“I want you to come now,” Bernard urged.
“How?”
“In my ass,” Bernard suggested. “Fuck me.”
“Very well.” Impulsively, Nigel seized the jar of cream from the nightstand. “Let’s see if this stuff is good for more than moisturizing the skin.”
“It should make an excellent lubricant.”
“We’ll put the matter to the test, right now.” Nigel slathered his violently agitated erection with the cream until his phallus gleamed like a polished marble column inside his masturbating fist.
Then he turned Bernard over, onto his belly, and pulled his legs apart. Nigel buried his greased-up hand in the cleft between his servant’s buttocks, finding the anal opening and lubricating and teasing it with two slick fingertips. Bernard let out a faint moan and he wriggled his butt, involuntarily relaxing his sphincter muscle and letting Nigel’s fingertips slip through it. Excited, Nigel greased up the tantalizing ass which he intended to fuck.
Then, withdrawing his hand and wiping it on the sheet, Nigel mounted Bernard, straddling his thighs and bending his cock down to fit its head between those lush, tempting ass cheeks. He pressed down, and after a moment’s delay, the head of his cock entered Bernard’s anus with surprising ease.
Bernard gasped and tensed as half of his master’s fuck tool disappeared up his ass. The cock felt so big! So hard! It seemed to fill him so completely! To stretch him open!
“Take me,” Bernard urged.
“I want you,” Nigel groaned. “Come, now. Relax. Open that beautiful hole of yours and let me slide all the way inside.”
As he spoke, Nigel thrust his hips forward, and at the same time he lowered himself onto Bernard’s body, weighing it down. The motion caused the rest of his cock to sink itself deep into the valet’s willingly surrendered ass.
“Ah,” Bernard gasped, reacting to the sudden, throbbing fullness of the penetration. “Ah, you’re such a man! Fuck me. Make it feel good for both of us. Fuck me!”
“Like this?” Breathing hard, Nigel jammed his prick up into the innermost recesses of Bernard’s body. “Is this how you want to be fucked?”
“Yes!”
Bernard abandoned himself completely to the other man’s use of his body. He tightened every internal muscle he possessed in his determination to keep Nigel’s dick trapped inside his burning anus, to increase the pleasurable friction. He exulted in being fucked!
But Nigel, too, was lost in the grip of his lust.
“It’s too good,” Nigel said. “I can’t hold myself back. Oh, I’m going to spend!”
He was as good as his word. He began to shoot his sperm into Bernard’s ass. Bernard’s body was almost too exhausted by their fierce, prolonged humping to respond to the quick, livid jerks and thrusts which Nigel’s cock now made deep inside him. Nigel fired off his thick, potent semen, as though he was pulling the trigger of a gun. He pumped what felt like an inexhaustible supply of jism into Bernard’s unresisting, shuddering anal canal.
Then both men collapsed together, desperately trying to suck air into the lungs to revive and cool themselves. Instinctively, they turned to face each other, pressing their bodies together. Their lips met in a long, breathless kiss.
Epilogue: A New Adventure
Mrs. Cheney and her son were seated in her study one evening, enjoying an after-dinner glass of port together. Mrs. Cheney had spent most of the day writing, and the fruit of her labors was visible on her desk, in the form of a stack of paper. Each page was filled with her distinctive, bold, decisive handwriting.
“Goodness, Mater,” Nigel exclaimed. “Your industriousness astonishes me, and it puts me to shame. The typescript of The French Legionnaire’s Women has scarcely been delivered to the publisher—and yet you are already embarking upon another work of fiction?”
“My public expects no less from me, my dear,” Mrs. Cheney said.
“And your new book?”
“It will be set in the United States. In New York City, to be exact. The story will concern a beautiful young woman, who unfortunately has grown up in the direst poverty. She is forced to prostitute herself, to support herself and her family. She becomes the mistress of a young man of the most depraved character imaginable. He is a crimi
nal, who in fact is the leader of a gang of criminals.”
“Oh, how very interesting,” Nigel interjected.
“The subject matter will, inevitably, be somewhat distasteful. But it does offer possibilities. Eventually, the heroine attracts the attention of a wealthy older man, who literally purchases her from her vile lover. This wealthy man sets the girl up as his kept woman, and he transforms her into a lady, who to all outward appearances seems to be utterly respectable, and beyond reproach.”
Good for her, Nigel was tempted to say. But, instead, he merely nodded.
“The rich man pretends that he is a distant relative of the girl, and that he has become her guardian, after the death of her parents. Under this guise, he does not hesitate to introduce his mistress to his friends,” Mrs. Cheney went on. “One of these is a young man who belongs to a prominent family. He falls in love with the girl, and, being of course unaware of her sordid past and her true relationship to her so-called ‘guardian,’ he asks her to marry him.”
“But the wealthy man is opposed to the marriage?” Nigel guessed.
“No, on the contrary, he encourages it. He is cynical enough to realize that such a marriage will only increase his mistress’s social standing. He intends to continue his carnal relations with her after the wedding, in secret. He expects her to betray her husband.”
“What a cad!” Nigel exclaimed.
“The heroine gives in. She agrees to this shameful arrangement. You see, she feels unable to oppose her benefactor’s wishes. But she falls genuinely in love with her husband—who, of course, suspects nothing. As his wife, she becomes one of the most respectable members of New York society. Outwardly, she would appear to have everything a woman could wish for. Inwardly, though, she is tormented by shame and guilt.”
“Poor thing,” Nigel murmured.
“Worse follows,” Mrs. Cheney proclaimed, with relish. “Her former lover, the criminal, unexpectedly reappears. He blackmails her. He threatens to expose her past, unless she gives him money.”
“Another rotten cad,” Nigel said.
“Yes, my dear boy. Men can be vile creatures, especially when they are in the grip of their various vices and lusts. Thank God you still know very little about such things. However, the more depraved the two villains of my story, the wealthy benefactor and the criminal, are—the more sympathetic the heroine will be. Such, at least, is my plan,” Mrs. Cheney said, with satisfaction.
“I won’t ask you how the story turns out,” Nigel promised. “I am looking forward to reading the finished book, and finding out for myself. It promises to be a most extraordinary novel, Mater—a compelling narrative, indeed,” he added. “But how do you intend to do the necessary researches, and collect the appropriate background material?”
“In the same way I did for The French Legionnaire’s Women.”
“Let me guess. You want me to travel to the United States on your behalf?”
“I realize that once again I am asking you to make a sacrifice. It will be an imposition—”
“Oh, not at all, Mater. On the contrary. I would be delighted to assist you again.”
“Dear Nigel. You really would not mind crossing the Atlantic, and spending some weeks—perhaps as long as a month—in New York City?”
“I wouldn’t mind it at all.”
“I will write to some of my friends who live there. They will be happy to receive you, and introduce you to the right people. But, once again, Nigel—I do not want you to confine your intercourse to members of polite society. You will have to mingle with the lower classes, as well. As you did in Algeria, you must acquaint yourself with vice and depravity, for my sake.”
“I believe my experiences in Algeria will prove useful. I now know what to expect. I will do my best for you, Mater.”
“Mornay will once again accompany you, of course.”
“Of course.”
“From what I have observed, that young man is a rather competent servant. And on your trip to Algeria—you found him to be a satisfactory traveling companion, did you not?”
“More than satisfactory. In fact—I couldn’t have obtained the material for your book without him.”
After bidding his mother goodnight, Nigel lost no time in telling Bernard the news.
“You must begin to pack the trunks, Bernard. We are going on a trip to the United States. To familiarize ourselves with the iniquity of American men and women.”
“Another book?”
“Yes, another book.”
“I have not met many Americans,” the valet admitted. “I wonder whether American men, in particular, differ from men of other nationalities when it comes to their indulgence in vice?”
Nigel smiled. “I am confident, Bernard, that we will soon be in an excellent position to find out.”
The End
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