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Tales from Gledhill House
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Craiger
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Oh how I love the romance of two young men....class and position be damned... This sounds like it will be quite juicy, Auto. Will Alicia keep her promise? Will Felix be denounced and loose his inheritance? Is Bruno truly in love with Felix or is this a way of bettering himself? Oh, what horrors of having such suspense put upon me. Continue soon, Auto.
Craiger
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Chapter Twenty-Eight
Paris at last! The apartment was quite grand, situated on the upper floor of a tall building overlooking the boulevard near the ornate Porte St. Denis, where the carriages and horses with their riders added to the bustle of pedestrians that populated the area.
The concierge who popped out from her cubby hole each time they entered from the street greeted them with a humble bow and a mumbled ‘Bon Jour’ or ‘Bon nuit’ depending upon the time of day, was a withered old crone dressed entirely in black. Her appearance was almost like that of a spider waiting in the corner of its web for an unsuspecting fly to be caught in the sticky fronds. Felix and Bruno would acknowledge her greeting with a jovial reply for it was unwise to fall foul of the woman who guarded the door and accepted deliveries of mail and goods on their behalf. They would scurry up the several flights of stairs to their rooms which were both bright and commodious. Felix had inherited the apartment from an aunt along with a small fortune that enabled him to live independently of his father. Bruno, the illegitimate son of an actress, may have lacked wealth and property but his handsome, godlike good looks more than compensated for such earthly deficiencies.
Upon their arrival in Paris, the pair had made their way to the apartment and had made good their enforced abstinence from sexual delights while travelling. They had spent two nights and two days wrapped in each other’s embrace pausing only to attend to calls of nature and the occasional snack. ‘Why bother with food while we can feed on love?’ Felix had exclaimed. Their lust for one another’s bodies was all but insatiable.
Felix had lusted after Bruno from the first moment that he appeared at his father’s estate. The young man was employed as a general factotum at the very beginning and was seldom seen above stairs; Felix would only catch a glimpse of him from time to time as he went to the stables to collect his horse for his morning ride. Then came the day when Bruno appeared in his new footman’s uniform. The tight white breeches fit his thighs and ass to perfection and as he waited at table, Felix had to drop his napkin in his lap to hide his burgeoning erection. He felt Bruno brush against him as he leaned over to place his plate on the table before him. He looked up and caught the wink that Bruno gave him. It was not long before Felix sought out the newly promoted footman and for the first time they met late that evening in the boat house.
No words were spoken, they collapsed in a frenzied embrace on the couch and clothes were hurriedly cast off so that their two naked bodies flashed in the moonlight that shone through the large window that overlooked the lake. Felix suddenly felt hot lips on his massive erection, the hardest he had ever experienced. As Bruno sucked and licked on his cock head, he fondled With Felix’s balls, adding to the delight while his other hand reached up to Felix’s face and fingers were plunged into his gasping mouth. Felix sucked on Bruno’s fingers eager to take his turn to suck on the footman’s hard, long cock that was pressing against his leg. Felix would have to remember not to think of Bruno as a footman any more. No longer a servant but a partner but an equal in every sense of the word.
Felix would often think of Bruno when they were apart for the shortest of time. He was enthralled by every aspect of his manly body and the wonder of its workings. He recalled the first time that Bruno had straddled his prone body to suck on his dick. His fabulous bubble butt was displayed in all its glory almost touching his nose. In the deep cleft among a small tangle of dark hair his pinkish-purple anus winked at him; its tight little, almost miniscule, folds of muscle that controlled its opening and closing a source of lust-filled wonderment. A place that Bruno kept scrupulously clean at all times, that had a sweet odor, that feint muskiness similar - though different to the scent of the hairs under his armpits. The hairs in his pits dark and shining with a gloss of perspiration that would become ever more copious as their sex play gathered momentum to its final earth shattering finale. That little death when behind closed eyes stars flashed as the electric tingle ran up his spine to make his brain all but explode at each climax. His cock would jerk involuntarily as jet after jet of creamy white cum splattered on anything in its deliciously violent and expressive path.
Memories of their first encounter were replayed over and over, no second forgotten, every second enjoyed afresh when Felix thought upon it. It seemed impossible that the experience could be duplicated but each time he made love with Bruno the experience became ever more intense and satisfying, each touch - however light, each feeling, each sensation adding to his bank of recollection to fill his dreams and idle moments. Felix had to admit that for him, Bruno was more than a partner, he was an addiction!
During the downtime after one of their hot in-bed sessions Felix said, ‘We need a servant; someone to shop and clean and cook for us.’
‘But I do most of that and you help, we get along,’ Bruno replied.
‘You should not be doing those chores. You are no longer an employee you are my other half, my soul mate and as such you should not have to labour any more than I,’ Felix said. ‘We shall get a man servant. The concierge obliged by giving them the address of Monsieur Nordcôte, who ran a domestic agency.
The next day they wandered into the recommended agency office and explained what they required and the owner, who was a strange and enigmatic figure in a flowing cloak and beret, said that he would do his best to find the perfect creature to wait upon the honoured gentlemen.
‘Not so sure that we want a ‘creature’,’ Felix laughed as they left the dingy office occupied by Monsieur Nordcôte.
‘That man was so odd, maybe his clients expect strange people to enrol with him. We’ll see what he introduces soon enough,’ Bruno said. That very afternoon a young man called at the apartment carrying a letter of introduction from Nordcôte. He had acceptable references from two previous employers, both posts having been terminated as the employers had gone abroad. However, it was the following morning that another man appeared. This was Armand, a darkly handsome fellow with typical Mediterranean looks. His references were impeccable and Bruno agreed with Felix that he would make an ideal addition to their ménage. Neither suspecting nor realizing that by their choice they were to create a ménage à trois with fatal consequences.
Paris at last! The apartment was quite grand, situated on the upper floor of a tall building overlooking the boulevard near the ornate Porte St. Denis, where the carriages and horses with their riders added to the bustle of pedestrians that populated the area.
The concierge who popped out from her cubby hole each time they entered from the street greeted them with a humble bow and a mumbled ‘Bon Jour’ or ‘Bon nuit’ depending upon the time of day, was a withered old crone dressed entirely in black. Her appearance was almost like that of a spider waiting in the corner of its web for an unsuspecting fly to be caught in the sticky fronds. Felix and Bruno would acknowledge her greeting with a jovial reply for it was unwise to fall foul of the woman who guarded the door and accepted deliveries of mail and goods on their behalf. They would scurry up the several flights of stairs to their rooms which were both bright and commodious. Felix had inherited the apartment from an aunt along with a small fortune that enabled him to live independently of his father. Bruno, the illegitimate son of an actress, may have lacked wealth and property but his handsome, godlike good looks more than compensated for such earthly deficiencies.
Upon their arrival in Paris, the pair had made their way to the apartment and had made good their enforced abstinence from sexual delights while travelling. They had spent two nights and two days wrapped in each other’s embrace pausing only to attend to calls of nature and the occasional snack. ‘Why bother with food while we can feed on love?’ Felix had exclaimed. Their lust for one another’s bodies was all but insatiable.
Felix had lusted after Bruno from the first moment that he appeared at his father’s estate. The young man was employed as a general factotum at the very beginning and was seldom seen above stairs; Felix would only catch a glimpse of him from time to time as he went to the stables to collect his horse for his morning ride. Then came the day when Bruno appeared in his new footman’s uniform. The tight white breeches fit his thighs and ass to perfection and as he waited at table, Felix had to drop his napkin in his lap to hide his burgeoning erection. He felt Bruno brush against him as he leaned over to place his plate on the table before him. He looked up and caught the wink that Bruno gave him. It was not long before Felix sought out the newly promoted footman and for the first time they met late that evening in the boat house.
No words were spoken, they collapsed in a frenzied embrace on the couch and clothes were hurriedly cast off so that their two naked bodies flashed in the moonlight that shone through the large window that overlooked the lake. Felix suddenly felt hot lips on his massive erection, the hardest he had ever experienced. As Bruno sucked and licked on his cock head, he fondled With Felix’s balls, adding to the delight while his other hand reached up to Felix’s face and fingers were plunged into his gasping mouth. Felix sucked on Bruno’s fingers eager to take his turn to suck on the footman’s hard, long cock that was pressing against his leg. Felix would have to remember not to think of Bruno as a footman any more. No longer a servant but a partner but an equal in every sense of the word.
Felix would often think of Bruno when they were apart for the shortest of time. He was enthralled by every aspect of his manly body and the wonder of its workings. He recalled the first time that Bruno had straddled his prone body to suck on his dick. His fabulous bubble butt was displayed in all its glory almost touching his nose. In the deep cleft among a small tangle of dark hair his pinkish-purple anus winked at him; its tight little, almost miniscule, folds of muscle that controlled its opening and closing a source of lust-filled wonderment. A place that Bruno kept scrupulously clean at all times, that had a sweet odor, that feint muskiness similar - though different to the scent of the hairs under his armpits. The hairs in his pits dark and shining with a gloss of perspiration that would become ever more copious as their sex play gathered momentum to its final earth shattering finale. That little death when behind closed eyes stars flashed as the electric tingle ran up his spine to make his brain all but explode at each climax. His cock would jerk involuntarily as jet after jet of creamy white cum splattered on anything in its deliciously violent and expressive path.
Memories of their first encounter were replayed over and over, no second forgotten, every second enjoyed afresh when Felix thought upon it. It seemed impossible that the experience could be duplicated but each time he made love with Bruno the experience became ever more intense and satisfying, each touch - however light, each feeling, each sensation adding to his bank of recollection to fill his dreams and idle moments. Felix had to admit that for him, Bruno was more than a partner, he was an addiction!
During the downtime after one of their hot in-bed sessions Felix said, ‘We need a servant; someone to shop and clean and cook for us.’
‘But I do most of that and you help, we get along,’ Bruno replied.
‘You should not be doing those chores. You are no longer an employee you are my other half, my soul mate and as such you should not have to labour any more than I,’ Felix said. ‘We shall get a man servant. The concierge obliged by giving them the address of Monsieur Nordcôte, who ran a domestic agency.
The next day they wandered into the recommended agency office and explained what they required and the owner, who was a strange and enigmatic figure in a flowing cloak and beret, said that he would do his best to find the perfect creature to wait upon the honoured gentlemen.
‘Not so sure that we want a ‘creature’,’ Felix laughed as they left the dingy office occupied by Monsieur Nordcôte.
‘That man was so odd, maybe his clients expect strange people to enrol with him. We’ll see what he introduces soon enough,’ Bruno said. That very afternoon a young man called at the apartment carrying a letter of introduction from Nordcôte. He had acceptable references from two previous employers, both posts having been terminated as the employers had gone abroad. However, it was the following morning that another man appeared. This was Armand, a darkly handsome fellow with typical Mediterranean looks. His references were impeccable and Bruno agreed with Felix that he would make an ideal addition to their ménage. Neither suspecting nor realizing that by their choice they were to create a ménage à trois with fatal consequences.
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Very intriguing, and quite entertaining, Auto! 
I'm enjoying the Time, and 'tone', of this particular 'tail'!
In a way, this reminds me of the stories posted by the former JUBber, "Zorro", also known as Z. (I hope I have that right.) Nicely done!
Are you sure the 'new guy' is "Armand" and not "Andreus"?
Eagerly awaiting More!! THANK YOU!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
I'm enjoying the Time, and 'tone', of this particular 'tail'!
In a way, this reminds me of the stories posted by the former JUBber, "Zorro", also known as Z. (I hope I have that right.) Nicely done!
Are you sure the 'new guy' is "Armand" and not "Andreus"?
Eagerly awaiting More!! THANK YOU!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Auto,
Chaz is right - your style is very similar to Zorro. I miss our other elder gentleman author.
An intriguing tale to be sure - and an oh so dark teaser for the next installment!
Chaz is right - your style is very similar to Zorro. I miss our other elder gentleman author.
An intriguing tale to be sure - and an oh so dark teaser for the next installment!
Craiger
JUB Addict
This enchanting tale has such a wonderfully dramatic yet romantic air to it. We have two exquisite men, madly in love, yet blinded by their hidden lust for a third. Always makes for an exciting and mysterious saga. Great work, Auto. I'm hooked on it......
Craiger
Craiger
Are you sure the 'new guy' is "Armand" and not "Andreus"?
Pleased to see that this latest tale is keeping you guys entertained. No too sure about the reference to Andreus - unless you think there is a 'fault' looming here in this 'cracking yarn'.
San Andreaus can cause the earth to move - lets hope that Armand does not cause such a divide between Felix and Bruno
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Hey, Auto!
I think this quote is what "did it" for me ...
Autoloycus said:
Though I'm not sure about the "Forcible Cracks"
badgrin, I do have to admit that "Andreus" was a Moving Influence, indeed! 
Also ... "Armand" was a very Powerful Force in Ann Rice's "Vampire Chronicles".
Given the portent of what you've suggested in this excellent story, so far, it all condensed into a general confluence in my warped mind!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Chapter Twenty-nine
Armand was intrigued by the two young foreigners who had employed him. Obviously they had money, their apartment was well appointed and the room they had allotted to him was more than he could have hoped for as a mere house servant. He was convinced that they had employed him without too much attention to his past or qualifications for the job on account of his looks; after all it was clear to him that they were both homosexuals. It was as well that they did not delve into his past otherwise they may have been less inclined to employ him. His references were supplied not by former employers but his friend Mario. He had once been in honest employment but his recent past had been spent in jail. Not that he was a criminal in the real sense. His crimes were those of opposing the government of the day. Like many young men in France he was guilty of speaking out against the oppression of working class people, the poor wages and harsh working conditions. The French Revolution was supposed to have swept away the rich aristocrats who lived off the backs of the down trodden poor. The old aristos had been replaced by a new elite that in its way was just as bad. Factory owners and the nouveau riche who treated the working classes as little more than slaves. The reality of a new revolution was becoming a strong possibility.
Armand had been arrested in the very early hours of the morning and hauled off to prison where he was held without trial. During his incarceration he was beaten and assaulted by interrogators who were hell bent on discovering the names of those who were stirring up unrest in the capital. Loyal to his friends and their cause, Armand resisted all attempts to obtain information from him and in the end he was released without charge. His employment by Felix and Bruno gave him the opportunity to remain in the city and in contact with his friends. His new employers were very reasonable men and he had free time in the evenings to meet with his co-conspirators in a back street bistro.
Felix and Bruno were very satisfied with their new employee. He proved to be a prudent shopper and their household bills less extravagant as they had been when they looking after themselves. Armand could also cook as well as keep the apartment clean and tidy. All in all he was considered a godsend. The trio slipped into an easy routine and although Armand was the servant he was treated fairly and with respect by his employers. Conscious that the relationship between Felix and Bruno was more than just house mates Armand tended to turn a blind eye and deaf ear to all he saw and heard. As a student he had experimented with sex in most of its forms and was not averse to what occurred between male lovers. He had found fellatio stimulating while anal sex such as he had been obliged to endure while in prison less so. Felix in particular was uninhibited and would walk naked around the apartment. Bruno was somewhat more reserved but even he could be seen going from bedroom to bathroom as nature intended. Armand had to admit to himself that he found their exposed bodies arousing. On those occasions when he could hear the two men making love in the confines of their bedroom, he closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to join them and relived his tension in the time honoured fashion with his fist. Masturbation was a poor substitute for one to one sex and he longed for more.
There was no shortage of prostitutes and bordellos in Gai Paris and Armand had sampled more than a few in his time. There were bars where it as possible to pick up a male prostitute, there were stable lads and jockeys at the race course who were willing to go with a gentleman for a couple of drinks or a few francs. Armand was not averse to taking francs from a presentable punter and as he was not reliant upon income from selling his body, he could afford to be choosey.
Some weeks after Armand had been employed Felix received a letter from his sister. She said that Emmaline’s brother, Rudolf had been enquiring after him and was proposing to travel to Paris. He was angry with Felix as he had called off his betrothal to his sister and was threatening to challenge him to a duel. Nicholas was a serving cavalry officer and of a similar age to Felix. A known hot head and a bully, Felix had reason to be fearful of Nicholas. They had never been on good terms as Nicholas regarded Felix as a weak man more interested in art than the manly pursuits of an army officer.
Armand had overheard Felix discussing the content of the letter with Bruno and was concerned by the thought that if Felix were to be killed by Rudolf the income that was sustaining all three of them would be lost as Bruno would not be able to afford the apartment neither would he be able to pay Armand his wages. It appeared that Rudolf knew that Felix was in Paris and had an idea in what part of the city he might be found but he did not know the actual address. He did learn that there was a stranger asking around trying to locate Felix and this gave him an idea. Without too much trouble, Armand was able to find Rudolf as he sat questioning patrons of a nearby bistro.
‘Excuse me, sir,’ he said. ‘I think I know where the man you seek lives and I could deliver a message to him on your behalf. Rudolf handed Armand a note and a couple of coins. ‘Deliver this for me and return with an answer and I will pay you more my man,’ he said. Armand quickly left the bistro and making sure that Rudolf was not following him, he opened the note. It said, ‘Meet me at dawn on Friday of this week behind the church of St. Vincent de Paul together with your seconds. We fight with pistols.’
The note was short and to the point and Armand was determined not to deliver it. Instead, with two days to spare, he contacted some friends with a view to recruiting their aid. The next morning he delivered a note to Rudolf that purported to have been written by Felix. It accepted the challenge and Rudolf, rubbing his hands with glee at the thought of annihilating the man who had humiliated his sister, gave Armand a gold Louis as a reward.
Felix meanwhile was anticipating contact by Rudolf and as each day passed felt that the threat of his arrival in Paris contained in Amelia’s letter was unfounded. Armand had said nothing about his encounter with Rudolf and prayed that the man would be satisfied to wait until Friday without making any further enquires about Felix’s whereabouts. Armand’s hopes were fulfilled and he crept out of the apartment before dawn on Friday morning to meet his friends. Together they made their way to the place Rudolf had nominated for the duel and waited for the challenger and his seconds to arrive. Before long they heard voices as three men approached through the mist that swirled around the buildings that stood black against the sky that was slowly brightening as the sun crept above the eastern horizon.
At a given signal the small group of men that had been recruited by Armand ambushed the unsuspecting Rudolf and his two seconds. The three were quickly disarmed and trussed up like chickens. They were then bundled protesting loudly into a coach that was driven at speed out of the city. Rudolf and his friends were unaware of where they were being taken and demanded to be released. Their demands were unmet and eventually they were dragged from the coach into a barn where they were sat on bales of straw. They had not been able to see their assailants and were now confronted by three masked men with pistols aimed in their direction while another also masked and who seemed to be the leader spoke to them.
‘You, monsieur have arrived in Paris hell bent on causing trouble. We can give you two alternatives. You can return to your own country and leave Felix in peace or if you refuse and do not give us your word that you will go home, we shall have you forced into service with a new military force that is being planned. It is intended to create a foreign legion that will be based in North Africa. There will be French officers, one of whom will be me. The men under our command will be dissidents, revolutionaries and mercenaries who have no place in normal society. The life will be hard. We shall give you just one hour to consider our proposal.’ The masked man then turned to the guards and said ‘Watch them well and shoot to kill if anyone tries to escape.’
Rudolf and his companions muttered to each other so that their captors could not hear their deliberations. When the officer returned Rudolf demanded, Did Felix put you up to this?’
‘No, Felix does not even know of your presences here in France. Your note was never delivered to him. We are his friends and we do not condone what you had in mind. Now what have you decided?’
‘We shall go home, the alternative is not acceptable. You have our word that we shall not harm Felix now or in the future.’
‘You will each sign a declaration to that effect and if he does suffer any harm we shall report you to the authorities as these papers will be evidence of your guilt whether or not you are responsible. So, messieurs it is in your interest to ensure his safety at all times.’
Armand was pleased to learn that his contacts had dealt with Rudolf and happy that the threat against his master had evaporated, continued with his duties.
‘You seem unusually happy today, Armand,’ Bruno remarked.
‘Yes sir, I have had some good news concerning an acquaintance of mine. He seemed to be in some danger but the danger has passed.’
‘What’s that?’ Felix asked as he came into the room.
‘Armand has had some good news about someone he knows; that is why he is so happy.’ Bruno replied.
‘Good to know someone is happy,’ Felix said. ‘I am still worried about the fact that Rudolf may be headed in this direction.’
‘I doubt it,’ Bruno said. ‘After all, if what Alicia said made any sense at all, he would have got here by now and it would not be so difficult for him to track you down. Forget about him.’
‘I’ll try,’ Felix replied. ‘You’re going out this morning I think?’
‘Yes,’ Bruno said. ‘My cousin is in Paris and I have arranged to meet him. He has invited me to stay over with him at his lodgings, so I will be back tomorrow.’ Felix left the room and Bruno collected his overnight bag saying to Armand, ‘Keep an eye on him and I’ll see you tomorrow.’
With Bruno out of the way Armand saw an opportunity to approach Felix. He had hoped for such a break as he felt horny whenever Felix as near and he had a massive crush on his employer. He felt Felix unknowingly owed him a debt and he wanted to collect. Felix had gone to lie down, so Armand made some hot chocolate and took it to the bedroom.
‘M. Felix, I have brought you some chocolate,’ he said as he placed the cup on the bedside table. Felix looked up, his face sad as Bruno had left for the day and he was still worried about Rudolf’s threat.
‘I think a massage would help to lift your spirits,’ Armand offered. ‘I have some skill learned from a previous employer. I a sure it would help,’ he said.
‘If nothing else, it will help to fill the time,’ Felix said. ‘And thank you for the chocolate; I’ll drink it once it has cooled a little.’
‘While it is cooling I can give you that massage,’ Armand said.
Armand was intrigued by the two young foreigners who had employed him. Obviously they had money, their apartment was well appointed and the room they had allotted to him was more than he could have hoped for as a mere house servant. He was convinced that they had employed him without too much attention to his past or qualifications for the job on account of his looks; after all it was clear to him that they were both homosexuals. It was as well that they did not delve into his past otherwise they may have been less inclined to employ him. His references were supplied not by former employers but his friend Mario. He had once been in honest employment but his recent past had been spent in jail. Not that he was a criminal in the real sense. His crimes were those of opposing the government of the day. Like many young men in France he was guilty of speaking out against the oppression of working class people, the poor wages and harsh working conditions. The French Revolution was supposed to have swept away the rich aristocrats who lived off the backs of the down trodden poor. The old aristos had been replaced by a new elite that in its way was just as bad. Factory owners and the nouveau riche who treated the working classes as little more than slaves. The reality of a new revolution was becoming a strong possibility.
Armand had been arrested in the very early hours of the morning and hauled off to prison where he was held without trial. During his incarceration he was beaten and assaulted by interrogators who were hell bent on discovering the names of those who were stirring up unrest in the capital. Loyal to his friends and their cause, Armand resisted all attempts to obtain information from him and in the end he was released without charge. His employment by Felix and Bruno gave him the opportunity to remain in the city and in contact with his friends. His new employers were very reasonable men and he had free time in the evenings to meet with his co-conspirators in a back street bistro.
Felix and Bruno were very satisfied with their new employee. He proved to be a prudent shopper and their household bills less extravagant as they had been when they looking after themselves. Armand could also cook as well as keep the apartment clean and tidy. All in all he was considered a godsend. The trio slipped into an easy routine and although Armand was the servant he was treated fairly and with respect by his employers. Conscious that the relationship between Felix and Bruno was more than just house mates Armand tended to turn a blind eye and deaf ear to all he saw and heard. As a student he had experimented with sex in most of its forms and was not averse to what occurred between male lovers. He had found fellatio stimulating while anal sex such as he had been obliged to endure while in prison less so. Felix in particular was uninhibited and would walk naked around the apartment. Bruno was somewhat more reserved but even he could be seen going from bedroom to bathroom as nature intended. Armand had to admit to himself that he found their exposed bodies arousing. On those occasions when he could hear the two men making love in the confines of their bedroom, he closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to join them and relived his tension in the time honoured fashion with his fist. Masturbation was a poor substitute for one to one sex and he longed for more.
There was no shortage of prostitutes and bordellos in Gai Paris and Armand had sampled more than a few in his time. There were bars where it as possible to pick up a male prostitute, there were stable lads and jockeys at the race course who were willing to go with a gentleman for a couple of drinks or a few francs. Armand was not averse to taking francs from a presentable punter and as he was not reliant upon income from selling his body, he could afford to be choosey.
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Some weeks after Armand had been employed Felix received a letter from his sister. She said that Emmaline’s brother, Rudolf had been enquiring after him and was proposing to travel to Paris. He was angry with Felix as he had called off his betrothal to his sister and was threatening to challenge him to a duel. Nicholas was a serving cavalry officer and of a similar age to Felix. A known hot head and a bully, Felix had reason to be fearful of Nicholas. They had never been on good terms as Nicholas regarded Felix as a weak man more interested in art than the manly pursuits of an army officer.
Armand had overheard Felix discussing the content of the letter with Bruno and was concerned by the thought that if Felix were to be killed by Rudolf the income that was sustaining all three of them would be lost as Bruno would not be able to afford the apartment neither would he be able to pay Armand his wages. It appeared that Rudolf knew that Felix was in Paris and had an idea in what part of the city he might be found but he did not know the actual address. He did learn that there was a stranger asking around trying to locate Felix and this gave him an idea. Without too much trouble, Armand was able to find Rudolf as he sat questioning patrons of a nearby bistro.
‘Excuse me, sir,’ he said. ‘I think I know where the man you seek lives and I could deliver a message to him on your behalf. Rudolf handed Armand a note and a couple of coins. ‘Deliver this for me and return with an answer and I will pay you more my man,’ he said. Armand quickly left the bistro and making sure that Rudolf was not following him, he opened the note. It said, ‘Meet me at dawn on Friday of this week behind the church of St. Vincent de Paul together with your seconds. We fight with pistols.’
The note was short and to the point and Armand was determined not to deliver it. Instead, with two days to spare, he contacted some friends with a view to recruiting their aid. The next morning he delivered a note to Rudolf that purported to have been written by Felix. It accepted the challenge and Rudolf, rubbing his hands with glee at the thought of annihilating the man who had humiliated his sister, gave Armand a gold Louis as a reward.
Felix meanwhile was anticipating contact by Rudolf and as each day passed felt that the threat of his arrival in Paris contained in Amelia’s letter was unfounded. Armand had said nothing about his encounter with Rudolf and prayed that the man would be satisfied to wait until Friday without making any further enquires about Felix’s whereabouts. Armand’s hopes were fulfilled and he crept out of the apartment before dawn on Friday morning to meet his friends. Together they made their way to the place Rudolf had nominated for the duel and waited for the challenger and his seconds to arrive. Before long they heard voices as three men approached through the mist that swirled around the buildings that stood black against the sky that was slowly brightening as the sun crept above the eastern horizon.
At a given signal the small group of men that had been recruited by Armand ambushed the unsuspecting Rudolf and his two seconds. The three were quickly disarmed and trussed up like chickens. They were then bundled protesting loudly into a coach that was driven at speed out of the city. Rudolf and his friends were unaware of where they were being taken and demanded to be released. Their demands were unmet and eventually they were dragged from the coach into a barn where they were sat on bales of straw. They had not been able to see their assailants and were now confronted by three masked men with pistols aimed in their direction while another also masked and who seemed to be the leader spoke to them.
‘You, monsieur have arrived in Paris hell bent on causing trouble. We can give you two alternatives. You can return to your own country and leave Felix in peace or if you refuse and do not give us your word that you will go home, we shall have you forced into service with a new military force that is being planned. It is intended to create a foreign legion that will be based in North Africa. There will be French officers, one of whom will be me. The men under our command will be dissidents, revolutionaries and mercenaries who have no place in normal society. The life will be hard. We shall give you just one hour to consider our proposal.’ The masked man then turned to the guards and said ‘Watch them well and shoot to kill if anyone tries to escape.’
Rudolf and his companions muttered to each other so that their captors could not hear their deliberations. When the officer returned Rudolf demanded, Did Felix put you up to this?’
‘No, Felix does not even know of your presences here in France. Your note was never delivered to him. We are his friends and we do not condone what you had in mind. Now what have you decided?’
‘We shall go home, the alternative is not acceptable. You have our word that we shall not harm Felix now or in the future.’
‘You will each sign a declaration to that effect and if he does suffer any harm we shall report you to the authorities as these papers will be evidence of your guilt whether or not you are responsible. So, messieurs it is in your interest to ensure his safety at all times.’
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Armand was pleased to learn that his contacts had dealt with Rudolf and happy that the threat against his master had evaporated, continued with his duties.
‘You seem unusually happy today, Armand,’ Bruno remarked.
‘Yes sir, I have had some good news concerning an acquaintance of mine. He seemed to be in some danger but the danger has passed.’
‘What’s that?’ Felix asked as he came into the room.
‘Armand has had some good news about someone he knows; that is why he is so happy.’ Bruno replied.
‘Good to know someone is happy,’ Felix said. ‘I am still worried about the fact that Rudolf may be headed in this direction.’
‘I doubt it,’ Bruno said. ‘After all, if what Alicia said made any sense at all, he would have got here by now and it would not be so difficult for him to track you down. Forget about him.’
‘I’ll try,’ Felix replied. ‘You’re going out this morning I think?’
‘Yes,’ Bruno said. ‘My cousin is in Paris and I have arranged to meet him. He has invited me to stay over with him at his lodgings, so I will be back tomorrow.’ Felix left the room and Bruno collected his overnight bag saying to Armand, ‘Keep an eye on him and I’ll see you tomorrow.’
With Bruno out of the way Armand saw an opportunity to approach Felix. He had hoped for such a break as he felt horny whenever Felix as near and he had a massive crush on his employer. He felt Felix unknowingly owed him a debt and he wanted to collect. Felix had gone to lie down, so Armand made some hot chocolate and took it to the bedroom.
‘M. Felix, I have brought you some chocolate,’ he said as he placed the cup on the bedside table. Felix looked up, his face sad as Bruno had left for the day and he was still worried about Rudolf’s threat.
‘I think a massage would help to lift your spirits,’ Armand offered. ‘I have some skill learned from a previous employer. I a sure it would help,’ he said.
‘If nothing else, it will help to fill the time,’ Felix said. ‘And thank you for the chocolate; I’ll drink it once it has cooled a little.’
‘While it is cooling I can give you that massage,’ Armand said.
And the beginnings of the deceipt toward his employer(s), following his good deed, although the signed documents give him license to less than honorable intentions.
You do spin an interesting web in our tale.
This is a particularly good distraction to today's events in the States.
You do spin an interesting web in our tale.
This is a particularly good distraction to today's events in the States.
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Hmmm ... successful intrigue, diverting possible tragedy, and the promise of a massage! 
Though both were "underhanded", on Armand's part, can they be considered all that "Bad"?
Truly an Interesting combination of the "Honorable", vs the "Practical", vs Collusion, Dishonesty, and, yet, Concern and Consideration!
/ 
Armand seems to be both a Threat as well as a Shield!
Fascinating, as well as Intricate, cirCUMstances!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Though both were "underhanded", on Armand's part, can they be considered all that "Bad"?
Truly an Interesting combination of the "Honorable", vs the "Practical", vs Collusion, Dishonesty, and, yet, Concern and Consideration!
/ Armand seems to be both a Threat as well as a Shield!
Fascinating, as well as Intricate, cirCUMstances!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
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I concur with the above honorable gentlemen. Although Armand may have been a little devious in regards to Rudolph and his companions, no violence occurred and the protection of Felix was fulfilled. A bit more devious is his plan to seduce his employer, but again, one has to admit that Felix and Bruno have both found Armand extremely attractive. It would have been more prudent to arrange a Ménage à trois. However, since he has not, we will have to see where all this will end...
Craiger
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Chapter Thirty
Bruno stepped out onto the street from the entrance to the apartment and looked for a cab. There were several of the horse drawn vehicles nearby and the driver of one that was parked opposite where he was standing called out to him. He quickly crossed the boulevard and shouting his destination to the driver, climbed aboard. He threw his valise containing his overnight requirements onto the floor and sat down before he realised that there were two men in the cab. The cab drove off at a fast pace and Bruno said ‘Bon jour,’ to each of his fellow travellers in turn but neither replied. Looking out the small window he saw that the cab was going in the wrong direction. He stood up and banged on the front wall of the cab to attract the driver’s attention but one of the men told him to sit down and keep quiet.
Bruno was beginning to feel afraid wondering, who were these men and why was the cabby driving him at speed in the opposite direction that he needed to go.
‘If you know what is good for you; you will sit down and say nothing,’ the second man told him. ‘You will know soon enough where you are being taken.’
The ever resourceful Armand had located a table in a closet that was a little over six feet long and just wide enough to accommodate a person. Intended for use as a buffet table when entertaining, it suited the purpose of the would-be masseur who had dragged it into Felix’s bedroom and covered it with towels.
‘If Monsieur Felix would kindly discard his robe and lay upon this table, I shall begin,’ Armand said politely. Felix did as asked and settled himself face down on the table with just a small towel to cover his buttocks. Armand had further excelled himself by producing some scented oil and he proceeded to trickle some up and down Felix’s spine. Felix trembled a little as he felt the oil on his back and then let out a sigh as Armand’s oil-slicked hands began their work. Starting with Felix’s shoulder muscles, Armand kneaded the taught flesh and then slowly he administered pressure down the length of Felix’s back, stopping as he reached the edge of the modestly located towel and then returning over and over as Felix became more and more relaxed.
Turning his attention to his master’s legs, Armand used more oil to ease the tension from calves and feet until finally he stated work on the firm thighs that were finely tuned by regular horse riding. The upper thighs were smoothed and worked with skill and Armand’s hands did not stop at the edge of the towel but continued up and under it. He felt Felix’s buttocks tense, relax and then part as the prone subject of the servant’s ministrations spread his legs a little wider.
‘Time to turn over onto your back,’ Armand coaxed and Felix obeyed, the towel falling aside as he did so. His generously proportioned manhood was naked beneath Armand’s appreciative gaze. From his position, Felix was unable to see the growing bulge in Armand’s trousers, not that he could see anything as he had his eyes closed as he drifted in that hazy zone between sleeping and waking. Armand’s hands worked miracles and grew ever more sensual as they rubbed over his chest with its aroused nipples, his taut abdomen and around the base of his slowly growing shaft.
Tenderly, Armand let his fingers brush against the ball sack and as Felix raised no objection he weighed the balls in his hand before taking a light hold on the now semi-erect penis and stroking it gently until fully proud. Putting aside all caution, he took his opportunity and brought his lips down to the single eye that peeped from the folds of Felix’s foreskin. The pearly drop tasted sweetly salty on his tongue and for the first time Felix spoke. Not to reprimand but request that Armand take the whole of his penis into his mouth and give satisfaction.
Felix was lifted to another plane as waves of pleasure coursed from his manhood to the remainder of his frame, now filled with lust he sat up and grabbed at Armand, instructing him to remove his clothes with all possible haste. Within seconds the two bodies lay entwined on the bed and hands, mouths and fingers explored and thrilled by touch and touching. The master in an act akin to the fabled ‘droit du seigneur’, plunged his rampant cock into the ass of his servant. Penetration achieved friction of flesh in flesh culminated in an explosion of unbridled lust. The participants in this orgiastic coupling lay panting and replete upon sheets soaked with the sweat and juices of their bodies until Morpheus touched their eyes and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The coach carrying the captive Bruno travelled on through the night with only the occasional halt for the occupants to relieve their bladders. Bruno’s captors produced a hamper with some refreshments which they shared with him. His efforts to escape during one of the comfort stops was quickly foiled and he was warned that of he tried to run off he would b shot down without mercy. At yet another stop he was kept gagged and bound upon the floor of the coach while the horse were changed and fresh supplies were obtained to replenish the contents of the hamper. Still Bruno had no idea where he was headed and the men who were responsible for his abduction would not offer him any hint or explanation.
Eventually, he could hear the harsh cries of seagulls and the salty smell of the sea wafted in through the lowered window of the carriage. The horse drew to a halt and Bruno was hustled from the coach and up the gang plank of a ship that was tied up to the harbour. Rough hands received him and he was thrown into a hold where a motley collection of men lay huddled. One young man looked more genteel than his companions and Bruno asked, ‘Why are we here; what is this ship?’ The young man looked up at him with fear filled eyes, ‘We are being taken to North Africa, surely you must know that we are being pressed into the new French Foreign Legion.’
‘But why me? What have I done to deserve this?’ Bruno asked.
‘What have any of us done?’ answered a man who sat in the shadows of the hold. ‘I was taken off the street, my wife will be wondering where I am and I have no way of telling her.’
‘I was on my way to prison for having stolen a loaf to feed my kids,’ said another. ‘The men who took me said that this would be a better alternative to the punishment of hard labour in jail.’
‘Stop that noise down there!’ a voice shouted at the men in the hold. ‘We sail on the tide in just an hour. Once we are at sea you will all be told your fate, meanwhile Felix Manontov you are wanted on deck by Captain Dubois.’ Bruno was aghast to hear the name of his partner, could it be that he had been taken in mistake for his partner? Again the voice shouted. Manontov come up on deck!’ As no one else made a move Bruno climbed the companion way and stood blinking in the sunlight. An austere looking man who clearly was the master of the ship eyed him over. ‘You are Felix Manontov?’
‘No sir,’ Bruno replied. ‘There must be some mistake, I am his friend.’
‘Can you prove that, have you any means of identification about you?’ the captain demanded.
‘No sir, I have not but I can assure you I am not Felix,’ Bruno said.
‘So you think you can escape by denying who you are? The men who brought you here are reliable and I believe them. I was able to offer you better accommodation as a prospective officer in the Foreign Legion but you obstinate denial means you can go back in the hold with the rest of the scum I am obliged to carry to Algiers. Take him down,’ the captain told the brutal looking sergeant standing at his side. Bruno found himself among the other fearful men once again and he sat in the gloom of the hold agonising over his plight.
Bruno stepped out onto the street from the entrance to the apartment and looked for a cab. There were several of the horse drawn vehicles nearby and the driver of one that was parked opposite where he was standing called out to him. He quickly crossed the boulevard and shouting his destination to the driver, climbed aboard. He threw his valise containing his overnight requirements onto the floor and sat down before he realised that there were two men in the cab. The cab drove off at a fast pace and Bruno said ‘Bon jour,’ to each of his fellow travellers in turn but neither replied. Looking out the small window he saw that the cab was going in the wrong direction. He stood up and banged on the front wall of the cab to attract the driver’s attention but one of the men told him to sit down and keep quiet.
Bruno was beginning to feel afraid wondering, who were these men and why was the cabby driving him at speed in the opposite direction that he needed to go.
‘If you know what is good for you; you will sit down and say nothing,’ the second man told him. ‘You will know soon enough where you are being taken.’
oooooOOOOOooooo
The ever resourceful Armand had located a table in a closet that was a little over six feet long and just wide enough to accommodate a person. Intended for use as a buffet table when entertaining, it suited the purpose of the would-be masseur who had dragged it into Felix’s bedroom and covered it with towels.
‘If Monsieur Felix would kindly discard his robe and lay upon this table, I shall begin,’ Armand said politely. Felix did as asked and settled himself face down on the table with just a small towel to cover his buttocks. Armand had further excelled himself by producing some scented oil and he proceeded to trickle some up and down Felix’s spine. Felix trembled a little as he felt the oil on his back and then let out a sigh as Armand’s oil-slicked hands began their work. Starting with Felix’s shoulder muscles, Armand kneaded the taught flesh and then slowly he administered pressure down the length of Felix’s back, stopping as he reached the edge of the modestly located towel and then returning over and over as Felix became more and more relaxed.
Turning his attention to his master’s legs, Armand used more oil to ease the tension from calves and feet until finally he stated work on the firm thighs that were finely tuned by regular horse riding. The upper thighs were smoothed and worked with skill and Armand’s hands did not stop at the edge of the towel but continued up and under it. He felt Felix’s buttocks tense, relax and then part as the prone subject of the servant’s ministrations spread his legs a little wider.
‘Time to turn over onto your back,’ Armand coaxed and Felix obeyed, the towel falling aside as he did so. His generously proportioned manhood was naked beneath Armand’s appreciative gaze. From his position, Felix was unable to see the growing bulge in Armand’s trousers, not that he could see anything as he had his eyes closed as he drifted in that hazy zone between sleeping and waking. Armand’s hands worked miracles and grew ever more sensual as they rubbed over his chest with its aroused nipples, his taut abdomen and around the base of his slowly growing shaft.
Tenderly, Armand let his fingers brush against the ball sack and as Felix raised no objection he weighed the balls in his hand before taking a light hold on the now semi-erect penis and stroking it gently until fully proud. Putting aside all caution, he took his opportunity and brought his lips down to the single eye that peeped from the folds of Felix’s foreskin. The pearly drop tasted sweetly salty on his tongue and for the first time Felix spoke. Not to reprimand but request that Armand take the whole of his penis into his mouth and give satisfaction.
Felix was lifted to another plane as waves of pleasure coursed from his manhood to the remainder of his frame, now filled with lust he sat up and grabbed at Armand, instructing him to remove his clothes with all possible haste. Within seconds the two bodies lay entwined on the bed and hands, mouths and fingers explored and thrilled by touch and touching. The master in an act akin to the fabled ‘droit du seigneur’, plunged his rampant cock into the ass of his servant. Penetration achieved friction of flesh in flesh culminated in an explosion of unbridled lust. The participants in this orgiastic coupling lay panting and replete upon sheets soaked with the sweat and juices of their bodies until Morpheus touched their eyes and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
oooooOOOOOooooo
The coach carrying the captive Bruno travelled on through the night with only the occasional halt for the occupants to relieve their bladders. Bruno’s captors produced a hamper with some refreshments which they shared with him. His efforts to escape during one of the comfort stops was quickly foiled and he was warned that of he tried to run off he would b shot down without mercy. At yet another stop he was kept gagged and bound upon the floor of the coach while the horse were changed and fresh supplies were obtained to replenish the contents of the hamper. Still Bruno had no idea where he was headed and the men who were responsible for his abduction would not offer him any hint or explanation.
Eventually, he could hear the harsh cries of seagulls and the salty smell of the sea wafted in through the lowered window of the carriage. The horse drew to a halt and Bruno was hustled from the coach and up the gang plank of a ship that was tied up to the harbour. Rough hands received him and he was thrown into a hold where a motley collection of men lay huddled. One young man looked more genteel than his companions and Bruno asked, ‘Why are we here; what is this ship?’ The young man looked up at him with fear filled eyes, ‘We are being taken to North Africa, surely you must know that we are being pressed into the new French Foreign Legion.’
‘But why me? What have I done to deserve this?’ Bruno asked.
‘What have any of us done?’ answered a man who sat in the shadows of the hold. ‘I was taken off the street, my wife will be wondering where I am and I have no way of telling her.’
‘I was on my way to prison for having stolen a loaf to feed my kids,’ said another. ‘The men who took me said that this would be a better alternative to the punishment of hard labour in jail.’
‘Stop that noise down there!’ a voice shouted at the men in the hold. ‘We sail on the tide in just an hour. Once we are at sea you will all be told your fate, meanwhile Felix Manontov you are wanted on deck by Captain Dubois.’ Bruno was aghast to hear the name of his partner, could it be that he had been taken in mistake for his partner? Again the voice shouted. Manontov come up on deck!’ As no one else made a move Bruno climbed the companion way and stood blinking in the sunlight. An austere looking man who clearly was the master of the ship eyed him over. ‘You are Felix Manontov?’
‘No sir,’ Bruno replied. ‘There must be some mistake, I am his friend.’
‘Can you prove that, have you any means of identification about you?’ the captain demanded.
‘No sir, I have not but I can assure you I am not Felix,’ Bruno said.
‘So you think you can escape by denying who you are? The men who brought you here are reliable and I believe them. I was able to offer you better accommodation as a prospective officer in the Foreign Legion but you obstinate denial means you can go back in the hold with the rest of the scum I am obliged to carry to Algiers. Take him down,’ the captain told the brutal looking sergeant standing at his side. Bruno found himself among the other fearful men once again and he sat in the gloom of the hold agonising over his plight.
The treachery of fate continues on its course. Bruno might have done better to have acquiesced to being his lover - it would have meant the honour of being an officer.
Meanwhile, back at the flat, Armand and Felix are lost in a world of lust filled eyes, oblivious to poor Bruno's plight.
Meanwhile, back at the flat, Armand and Felix are lost in a world of lust filled eyes, oblivious to poor Bruno's plight.
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A most fascinating turn of events! Now ... I'm wondering why they intended to nab Felix specifically. Perhaps Rudolph wasn't quite completely neutralized?
I might suspect Armand possibly being behind Bruno's misfortune, but his captors grabbed him by mistake. And, with that thought, finding that they failed, Felix could still be in danger of also meeting the same fate.
Eagerly awaiting More!
All the more reasons to ... no matter what ...
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
I might suspect Armand possibly being behind Bruno's misfortune, but his captors grabbed him by mistake. And, with that thought, finding that they failed, Felix could still be in danger of also meeting the same fate.
Eagerly awaiting More!
All the more reasons to ... no matter what ...
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
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Ah, the famous French Foreign Legion. Bruno must be strong and unite those unfortunate men. We must have a mutiny on the bounty....... Meanwhile, Felix and Armand, after their amorous encounter, must rally the troops to find poor Bruno. A Ménage à trois cannot be accomplished without Bruno.
This is an exciting new twist, Auto. Love it...
Craiger
This is an exciting new twist, Auto. Love it...
Craiger
Chapter Thirty-One
The fact that Bruno had not returned at the expected time caused Felix some concern. He felt guilty that he had sex with Armand and began to think that Bruno had somehow found out and was staying away as a result. Then he thought that he was being stupid as there was no way that Bruno could have known. Armand had gone out to buy some supplies and had stopped by the bistro where his friends met. There he discovered Mario who greeted him warmly. ‘Hey Armand, my friend, I hear your master has been picked up by the bounty hunters who are gathering up recruits for the new foreign legion.’
‘You mean Bruno?’ Armand asked, shocked by what Mario had said.
‘No, it was Felix,’ Mario replied.
‘What in just the last half hour or so? I have only jest left him.’ Armand exclaimed. @You must be mistaken.’
‘No, I can assure you he was taken as he left home a couple of days ago.’ Mario replied.
‘Then they must have taken Bruno! My God what can we do?’ Armand said in horror. ‘I must get back to Felix now. Will you come with me? He will want to know everything you can tell us.’ Mario agreed and together they returned to the apartment. Felix listened to what Mario had to say and paced up and down the room frantic in the knowledge of his lover’s abduction. ‘We must go after him and get him back!’ he exclaimed.
The three men went to the livery stables and hired horses for the journey south to the port where the ship would sail to Algeria. When eventually they reached the coast they found that the ship they were seeking had left. They called on the harbour master who told them regretfully that they were a day too late. ‘There is a small ship leaving here in an hour or so, I can introduce you to the captain. So far as I know the men being taken as recruits are being held in barracks in Algiers, you may find your friend there.’
Determined to do everything in his power to rescue Bruno Felix thanked the harbour master and went off to see the captain of the ship due to leave for the African coast. Armand and Mario insisted that they accompany him. ‘We have come this far, we must help you see this through,’ Mario said. The ship was hardly large enough to be called anything other than a boat and the captain was asking for an extortionate sum to take the three companions with him. Felix was desperate and agreed to pay whatever the man demanded so long as he made haste and got them to Algeria in the fastest possible time.
A favourable wind filled the sails of the small vessel and it was soon speeding on its way across the sea headed for the African continent. Felix prayed that they would get to the barracks in time to rescue Bruno before he was taken off to some desert outpost having learned from Mario, who seemed to be well informed about the new military force that the regime was harsh and uncompromising having in mind the kind of men who were being forced into service.
The barracks where Bruno was being held was primitive in the extreme. On their arrival the men who were to join the legion were told to strip and were given a cursory inspection by a doctor who handled each one of them roughly as he ensured they were free from venereal diseases; his examination bordered on assault in many cases and Bruno was embarrassed as he felt the medico’s fingers on his penis and probing his nether region.
The medical examinations over, the men were lined up in the yard and hosed down before being issued with rough linen pants, jackets, boots and a kepi that had a flap at the back to keep the sun off their necks. The sergeant had told them that they were to ensure that they did not suffer from sunstroke as that would be considered a self inflicted injury resulting in punishment. The final piece of clothing was a stout pair of boots. Bruno found his uniform uncomfortable as the rough material rubbed his skin made all the more unpleasant in the sub tropical heat. The only good thing about the place was the food. The legion wanted its men to be fit, so they were well fed and exercised. Drill and arms training kept the men occupied while they awaited further recruits to arrive when they would be marched out into the desert to man remote forts.
Most of the other recruits were little more than ruffians, the kind of men you would not wish to meet on a dark night lest you end up with your throat cut. A young black man sidled up to Bruno, clearly fearful of the men around him. Bruno took to the young man as he too did not trust the others. Some had made suggestive remarks saying that a young ass was a good substitute for a woman when women were is short supply. Bruno had also heard them say that black ass was also tempting. Jono, the young black lad rolled his eyes wildly when a gang of men approached him. Bruno stood by him and the men muttered and walked away. At night they were locked in a long barrack room where they each had a iron framed single bed with a straw mattress and a single sheet as covering. The air was hot and humid and Bruno found it hard to sleep with the around of men snoring while others were unconcerned that they could be heard groaning as they masturbated.
Jojo and Bruno were of similar height so that when they were on parade they stood alongside one another and soon became firm friends. Privacy was at a premium and they had little opportunity to be alone to talk but Bruno learned that Jono had been a servant in a large house in Marseilles. He had gone on an errand for his master and had been snatched by bounty hunters in much the same way as Bruno had been. Together they plotted their escape but found little or no opportunity to break free of the barracks. They both trembled when they heard that they would be marched south into the desert in a week’s time.
The small vessel carrying Felix, Armand and Mario drew into the Algerian harbour and the three men thanked the captain before stepping ashore. A trader with a small cart hauled by a mule agreed to take them to the barracks. Mario said that he would act as spokesman and an appointment was made for a meeting with the adjutant. He listened intently when Mario explained that Bruno, the son of a wealthy and influential family had been kidnapped and brought to Algiers against his will. There would be serious repercussions if he was not released immediately, Mario explained. The officer saw an opportunity to make some money from the situation and said that Bruno could be released but that a bounty payment would be required.
Felix told Mario that the matter of such a payment was no problem and a figure was agreed upon. Bruno was located by the duty sergeant and brought to the adjutant’s office where he was overjoyed to meet his friends. He told them about Jono and a further payment was made for his release as well. The five companions felt that their enterprise had gone all too smoothly and were anxious to leave the country without delay. They were also apprehensive about returning to France as they had no desire to fall foul of the bounty hunters who were picking men o=ff the streets and handing them over as recruits for the new Foreign Legion.
First things first, they found an inn on the western side of the city well away from the barracks and stayed overnight. It was a place used extensively by traders who travelled to and from Morocco. The innkeeper told them that it would be possible for them to join a caravan leaving for Morocco i the morning and he introduced them to Hassan, the Arab trader concerned. The man spoke passable French and was able to negotiate with the five companions. He had had little contact with Caucasians and was intrigued by the whiteness of their skins. Jono was amused the see their reaction as he had been the one who had borne the brunt of curious people while he had lived in France. Hassan offered to reduce his price for their transit to Morocco if one of the white men was prepared to sleep with him. In order to put pressure onto the unwilling whites he said that if one of them did not agree to his proposition he would not allow Jono to travel with them.
‘We have no alternative but to draw straws,’ Felix suggested. ‘Either that or toss a coin.’ After a short discussion among the group, ‘Straws it is then,’ Felix announced. Jono who was not required to join Hassan for the night was made referee and given the task of finding four straws. Whoever drew the shortest straw would be Hassan’s bedfellow. Jono held out his fist and each man in turn took hold of a straw and drew it out from Jono’s grasp. They each looked apprehensively at the straw they had drawn and all eyes fell on Mario who to his dismay had the shortest one of all.
Armand did his best to console his friend. ‘You have to admit that Hassan is rather dashing, he is the epitome of the Arab Sheik who takes the heroine off on his steed to his tent in the desert oasis for a night of passion. This inn may not be quite such a romantic location and you are hardly a heroine but you are our hero come the hour and I am slightly jealous that you should have drawn the short straw.’
‘Thanks,’ Mario replied, ‘maybe you should go in my place?’
‘Err... no,’ Armand laughed, ‘you are on tonight’s menu, I would not want to disappoint Hassan as he looked pleased that you were to join him. Good luck!’ The other guys gathered around Mario and gave him a group hug wishing him well.
Not knowing what to expect, Mario presented himself at the appointed hour at the door of Hassan’s room. He knocked and heard the Arab call to him to enter. The room came as a surprise as it was far more splendid than the ones that had been allocated to him and his companions. It was opulently decorated and opposite the door was a large divan upon which Hassan sat cross legged. He was wearing a shimmering gown that looked like expensive silk. His head was adorned by a white turban, also of silk with a large jewel on the front. Hassan looked every inch the noble sheik of romantic fiction.
He motioned Mario to stand before him and when he clicked his fingers two scantily glad nubile androgynous figures appeared from behind a screen. One stood on either side of Mario awaiting instructions from their master. From the corners of his eyes could see that the new arrivals were young men. They wore short sleeveless jackets and baggy harem pants that were so sheer that they allowed Mario to assess the beauty of their semi-hard larger than average manhood. Hassan clicked his fingers again and this was the signal the two acolytes to turn to face Mario and to start to remove his clothes. First one loosened his cravat while the other undid the buttons on his shirt. Together they pulled his shirt free of his pants and they then took it off.
Acting in unison, they stooped and removed his boots. Standing again, they reached for the fastenings on his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. With a single movement they removed his stockings and pants leaving Mario in just his drawers. Hassan watched their progress intently and nodded his approval for his servants to remove Mario’s last vestige of clothing. Now completely naked, Mario blushed under the gaze of the handsome Arab. One of the acolytes took a bowl of warm scented water from a cadenza and the other used a sponge dipped in it to wash Mario’s body applying particular attention to his crotch and ass. Mario’s toilet was completed and he was dried with care and then offered a jacket and harem pants that matched those worn by the two young men. Mario stood in his new revealing attire awaiting Hassan’s next move.
Hassan clapped his hands and his acolytes bowed and quickly left the room. Hassan then beckoned to Mario to join him on the divan.
The fact that Bruno had not returned at the expected time caused Felix some concern. He felt guilty that he had sex with Armand and began to think that Bruno had somehow found out and was staying away as a result. Then he thought that he was being stupid as there was no way that Bruno could have known. Armand had gone out to buy some supplies and had stopped by the bistro where his friends met. There he discovered Mario who greeted him warmly. ‘Hey Armand, my friend, I hear your master has been picked up by the bounty hunters who are gathering up recruits for the new foreign legion.’
‘You mean Bruno?’ Armand asked, shocked by what Mario had said.
‘No, it was Felix,’ Mario replied.
‘What in just the last half hour or so? I have only jest left him.’ Armand exclaimed. @You must be mistaken.’
‘No, I can assure you he was taken as he left home a couple of days ago.’ Mario replied.
‘Then they must have taken Bruno! My God what can we do?’ Armand said in horror. ‘I must get back to Felix now. Will you come with me? He will want to know everything you can tell us.’ Mario agreed and together they returned to the apartment. Felix listened to what Mario had to say and paced up and down the room frantic in the knowledge of his lover’s abduction. ‘We must go after him and get him back!’ he exclaimed.
The three men went to the livery stables and hired horses for the journey south to the port where the ship would sail to Algeria. When eventually they reached the coast they found that the ship they were seeking had left. They called on the harbour master who told them regretfully that they were a day too late. ‘There is a small ship leaving here in an hour or so, I can introduce you to the captain. So far as I know the men being taken as recruits are being held in barracks in Algiers, you may find your friend there.’
Determined to do everything in his power to rescue Bruno Felix thanked the harbour master and went off to see the captain of the ship due to leave for the African coast. Armand and Mario insisted that they accompany him. ‘We have come this far, we must help you see this through,’ Mario said. The ship was hardly large enough to be called anything other than a boat and the captain was asking for an extortionate sum to take the three companions with him. Felix was desperate and agreed to pay whatever the man demanded so long as he made haste and got them to Algeria in the fastest possible time.
A favourable wind filled the sails of the small vessel and it was soon speeding on its way across the sea headed for the African continent. Felix prayed that they would get to the barracks in time to rescue Bruno before he was taken off to some desert outpost having learned from Mario, who seemed to be well informed about the new military force that the regime was harsh and uncompromising having in mind the kind of men who were being forced into service.
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The barracks where Bruno was being held was primitive in the extreme. On their arrival the men who were to join the legion were told to strip and were given a cursory inspection by a doctor who handled each one of them roughly as he ensured they were free from venereal diseases; his examination bordered on assault in many cases and Bruno was embarrassed as he felt the medico’s fingers on his penis and probing his nether region.
The medical examinations over, the men were lined up in the yard and hosed down before being issued with rough linen pants, jackets, boots and a kepi that had a flap at the back to keep the sun off their necks. The sergeant had told them that they were to ensure that they did not suffer from sunstroke as that would be considered a self inflicted injury resulting in punishment. The final piece of clothing was a stout pair of boots. Bruno found his uniform uncomfortable as the rough material rubbed his skin made all the more unpleasant in the sub tropical heat. The only good thing about the place was the food. The legion wanted its men to be fit, so they were well fed and exercised. Drill and arms training kept the men occupied while they awaited further recruits to arrive when they would be marched out into the desert to man remote forts.
Most of the other recruits were little more than ruffians, the kind of men you would not wish to meet on a dark night lest you end up with your throat cut. A young black man sidled up to Bruno, clearly fearful of the men around him. Bruno took to the young man as he too did not trust the others. Some had made suggestive remarks saying that a young ass was a good substitute for a woman when women were is short supply. Bruno had also heard them say that black ass was also tempting. Jono, the young black lad rolled his eyes wildly when a gang of men approached him. Bruno stood by him and the men muttered and walked away. At night they were locked in a long barrack room where they each had a iron framed single bed with a straw mattress and a single sheet as covering. The air was hot and humid and Bruno found it hard to sleep with the around of men snoring while others were unconcerned that they could be heard groaning as they masturbated.
Jojo and Bruno were of similar height so that when they were on parade they stood alongside one another and soon became firm friends. Privacy was at a premium and they had little opportunity to be alone to talk but Bruno learned that Jono had been a servant in a large house in Marseilles. He had gone on an errand for his master and had been snatched by bounty hunters in much the same way as Bruno had been. Together they plotted their escape but found little or no opportunity to break free of the barracks. They both trembled when they heard that they would be marched south into the desert in a week’s time.
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The small vessel carrying Felix, Armand and Mario drew into the Algerian harbour and the three men thanked the captain before stepping ashore. A trader with a small cart hauled by a mule agreed to take them to the barracks. Mario said that he would act as spokesman and an appointment was made for a meeting with the adjutant. He listened intently when Mario explained that Bruno, the son of a wealthy and influential family had been kidnapped and brought to Algiers against his will. There would be serious repercussions if he was not released immediately, Mario explained. The officer saw an opportunity to make some money from the situation and said that Bruno could be released but that a bounty payment would be required.
Felix told Mario that the matter of such a payment was no problem and a figure was agreed upon. Bruno was located by the duty sergeant and brought to the adjutant’s office where he was overjoyed to meet his friends. He told them about Jono and a further payment was made for his release as well. The five companions felt that their enterprise had gone all too smoothly and were anxious to leave the country without delay. They were also apprehensive about returning to France as they had no desire to fall foul of the bounty hunters who were picking men o=ff the streets and handing them over as recruits for the new Foreign Legion.
First things first, they found an inn on the western side of the city well away from the barracks and stayed overnight. It was a place used extensively by traders who travelled to and from Morocco. The innkeeper told them that it would be possible for them to join a caravan leaving for Morocco i the morning and he introduced them to Hassan, the Arab trader concerned. The man spoke passable French and was able to negotiate with the five companions. He had had little contact with Caucasians and was intrigued by the whiteness of their skins. Jono was amused the see their reaction as he had been the one who had borne the brunt of curious people while he had lived in France. Hassan offered to reduce his price for their transit to Morocco if one of the white men was prepared to sleep with him. In order to put pressure onto the unwilling whites he said that if one of them did not agree to his proposition he would not allow Jono to travel with them.
‘We have no alternative but to draw straws,’ Felix suggested. ‘Either that or toss a coin.’ After a short discussion among the group, ‘Straws it is then,’ Felix announced. Jono who was not required to join Hassan for the night was made referee and given the task of finding four straws. Whoever drew the shortest straw would be Hassan’s bedfellow. Jono held out his fist and each man in turn took hold of a straw and drew it out from Jono’s grasp. They each looked apprehensively at the straw they had drawn and all eyes fell on Mario who to his dismay had the shortest one of all.
Armand did his best to console his friend. ‘You have to admit that Hassan is rather dashing, he is the epitome of the Arab Sheik who takes the heroine off on his steed to his tent in the desert oasis for a night of passion. This inn may not be quite such a romantic location and you are hardly a heroine but you are our hero come the hour and I am slightly jealous that you should have drawn the short straw.’
‘Thanks,’ Mario replied, ‘maybe you should go in my place?’
‘Err... no,’ Armand laughed, ‘you are on tonight’s menu, I would not want to disappoint Hassan as he looked pleased that you were to join him. Good luck!’ The other guys gathered around Mario and gave him a group hug wishing him well.
Not knowing what to expect, Mario presented himself at the appointed hour at the door of Hassan’s room. He knocked and heard the Arab call to him to enter. The room came as a surprise as it was far more splendid than the ones that had been allocated to him and his companions. It was opulently decorated and opposite the door was a large divan upon which Hassan sat cross legged. He was wearing a shimmering gown that looked like expensive silk. His head was adorned by a white turban, also of silk with a large jewel on the front. Hassan looked every inch the noble sheik of romantic fiction.
He motioned Mario to stand before him and when he clicked his fingers two scantily glad nubile androgynous figures appeared from behind a screen. One stood on either side of Mario awaiting instructions from their master. From the corners of his eyes could see that the new arrivals were young men. They wore short sleeveless jackets and baggy harem pants that were so sheer that they allowed Mario to assess the beauty of their semi-hard larger than average manhood. Hassan clicked his fingers again and this was the signal the two acolytes to turn to face Mario and to start to remove his clothes. First one loosened his cravat while the other undid the buttons on his shirt. Together they pulled his shirt free of his pants and they then took it off.
Acting in unison, they stooped and removed his boots. Standing again, they reached for the fastenings on his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. With a single movement they removed his stockings and pants leaving Mario in just his drawers. Hassan watched their progress intently and nodded his approval for his servants to remove Mario’s last vestige of clothing. Now completely naked, Mario blushed under the gaze of the handsome Arab. One of the acolytes took a bowl of warm scented water from a cadenza and the other used a sponge dipped in it to wash Mario’s body applying particular attention to his crotch and ass. Mario’s toilet was completed and he was dried with care and then offered a jacket and harem pants that matched those worn by the two young men. Mario stood in his new revealing attire awaiting Hassan’s next move.
Hassan clapped his hands and his acolytes bowed and quickly left the room. Hassan then beckoned to Mario to join him on the divan.
The story continues with its warming trend - Mario is Hassan's delight for the night - or longer, perhaps.
Better accommodations and toilet in the company of their merchant guide than his friends will enjoy.
All for the cost of . . . .
Better accommodations and toilet in the company of their merchant guide than his friends will enjoy.
All for the cost of . . . .
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Aw!, Yes!, it seems that Money CAN buy intangible things, like Freedom, if not complete Happiness. And, Sex, a different, though maybe more 'powerful' currency, can also be used to acquire what might be needed at the time!
Though Mario may have been apprehensive, as far as his role of "taking one for the team", it would seem like that might not prove to be quite as bad as what he was expecting, and may even turn out to be much more pleasurable than what he (and the others) were envisioning!
I'm certainly looking forward to hearing much more about "our boys", and their adventures!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Though Mario may have been apprehensive, as far as his role of "taking one for the team", it would seem like that might not prove to be quite as bad as what he was expecting, and may even turn out to be much more pleasurable than what he (and the others) were envisioning!
I'm certainly looking forward to hearing much more about "our boys", and their adventures!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
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Goodness, Auto, this sounds like a chapter out of the Arabian Nights. I'm jealous of Mario...... Those handsome Arabs are such a turn-on. But, back to our other boys...at least Bruno and Jojo were saved from the terrible experience of the Foreign Legion, yet we do not know what awaits them all in Morocco. And, will Felix ever learn who sent the bounty hunters after him?????
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