An Earl's Desire

[tamgreen]

The lad pulled in a small gasp when his bare bottom received a firm swat. He couldn't deny that all this was stiffening his prick, even if he couldn't imagine why he would be excited about being punished, and especially about having other people witness it. He also could not escape his awareness of Orson's arousal.

"I know not," Ambrose chuckled nervously, suddenly growing shy. He dropped his gaze from Orson's and instead focused on their erect cocks, his master's in particular.

"Perhaps I do," he added in a whisper, "if only because it seems to rather excite you, my sweet master."

 

[haremfaery]

"Everything about you excites me, Ambrose. I've said I would never hurt you, but if you think you've been a naughty boy ..." He massaged Ambrose's bottom with both hands. Sweet Jesu, he wanted Ambrose again.

 

[tamgreen]

Ambrose's smile widened as he felt the larger man's big, warm hands kneading at his buttocks. He dared to raise his gaze again, and his heart quickened at that hungry look in Orson's eyes. He looked like a cat about to pounce.

"Oh... yes, I think I have been rather naughty. At least, my bottom has."

 

[haremfaery]

Orson took Ambrose's wrist and pulled him to the bed. "All right then lad." He sat on the bed then pulled Ambrose over his knees. He rubbed his large hand over the lad's bottom. His cock was trapped against his stomach by Ambrose's haunch.

"How naughty have you been, lad? How many should I give you?"

 

[tamgreen]

Ambrose nibbled on his bottom lip and shivered as Orson placed him across his lap, arse up. He gave a little wiggle, feeling his hip nudge the earl's hardness.

"I should think... we can start with at least three," he decided. "If I deserve more, you must use your judgement, my master."

 

[haremfaery]

Orson lifted his hand and brought it down on Amrbose's right cheek. He paused for a reaction.

Then he smacked the left cheek. And paused again.

Back to the right check and then the left in quick succession. Ambrose had said three, but Orson felt that and even number was more appropriate. He rubbed the lad's arse. "More?"

 

[tamgreen]

Ambrose yelped, and then panted hard. His bottom tingled and felt very warm. Something about the crisp sound of the slapping of bare flesh in the quiet room was deeply pleasing. The impact was just enough to sting, but not enough to overwhelm the uncanny pleasure of it.

Why did he love being smacked? It filled something in him he hadn't realized was empty. As much as they had been acting as lovers to one another, Ambrose craved to be reminded that the earl was his master.

"More, m'lord," he exhaled. "Please. I have been awfully bad!"

 

[haremfaery]

"Six more then--or tell me when you've had enough, my naughty lambkin." He brought his hand down again. And again. And twice more.Then paused. "Last two." He squeezed Ambrose's luscious globes. Such a rosy pink they were. He wanted Ambrose to feel the sting and remember who put it there the next time he sat down.

"Nine." He smacked harder. "Ten." This was the hardest of all. Orson's hand smarted. He could imagine what Ambrose was feeling.

Such a strange thing that spanking another would bring such arousal. He bent his head to kiss Ambrose's bottom. He felt the heat of hit on his lips.

 

[tamgreen]

Ambrose squealed, gasped, and tensed up at the last few firm smacks, but he refused to give in. The sharp pain throbbed across his buttocks, radiating in waves and reminding him over and over of his punishment well after it was over.

He shuddered with pleasure when he felt the merciful softness of Orson's lips on his burning flesh.

"Oh... yes, please," he whimpered. "Thank you, m'lord. I have... learned my lesson."

 

[haremfaery]

Orson sat Ambrose on his lap and brushed away a tear with his thumb. "Ah, poor lambkin. Do you need me to put some cream on your sore bottom? I fear I have abused it full well this day."

He wanted to take the lad again. Orson, he thought to himself, you are as randy as a goat around Ambrose. "There is much to do to prepare for our visit to the queen.

 

[tamgreen]

Ambrose released a shuddering sigh and fell into the other man's embrace, pressing his wet face against Orson's warm neck.

"My bottom is yours to use as you will, my dear master. If you would be so indulgent as to allow my sore arse a little special treatment, all could ask for is more of your soothing kisses. And then I will do my utmost to help you prepare."

 

[haremfaery]

Orson was tender and treated Ambrose like a lover--which to Orson's mind, he was.

They dressed in their finest and attended the Queen's Twelfth Night play, balls, and feasts. Ambrose saw the queen a few times, but from afar. He met more of Orson's friends and peers and their personal servants.

During the day, Thomas would do his best to prepare Ambrose for what would be happening at these events. How to act, where to stand, how to address his betters. But mostly it was about being quiet and attending to Orson's needs. Then at home again, he would end to his master's needs in a far more intimate way.

~~~~~

Twelfth Night was nearly over when an invitation arrived. It was to a special feast hosted by his friend Wessex."

Orson grinned. Wessex's feasts were the stuff of legend. "Ambrose! We've another fete to attend. You will learn about the ancient Roman celebration of Saturnalia. You are familiar with the Lord of Misrule--the Romans gave us the idea. The fete will be topsy turvy. Masters will wait on the servants and pleasure will be the only goal of the night. What say you?"

 

[tamgreen]

Ambrose was finally starting to build up a little confidence. The more he got to go out dressed in finery, the more he felt like he might actually belong in it. Orson's constant sweet attentions and Thomas's patient instructions did their work, and he comported himself as perfectly as could be expected at the play, finding that he enjoyed the performance itself even more than seeing the Queen.

After this, he might have enthusiastically agreed to just about any invitation, and had been eagerly anticipating the sort of "private fete" Orson had alluded to earlier. Now here it was, but even more surprising.

"Masters waiting on servants?" the lad giggled. "So you'll be attending to my pleasure, m'lord, as my very own ingle? Will it be so much different than usual, for you and I?"

He laughed again, throwing himself joyfully into the lord's arms.

 

[haremfaery]

Orson ruffled Ambrose's blond curls then kissed him soundly upon the mouth. He grinned. "Yes, at the fete I shall wait upon thee hand and foot. My lord." He stepped back and gave Ambrose his most artful courtier's bow. "I hope I have treated thee well enough as thine master that when the tables are turned I shall not be mistreated."

Orson doubted that Ambrose was capable of anything that might count as mistreatment.

He turned a bit more serious. "Wessex's fetes are known for their ... debauchery. Should anything make you uncomfortable, my sweet Ambrose, do but tell me and we shall leave the area if not the entire house. And of course, the utmost secrecy is paramount. Only a select group is invited. Our Lady Queen and Mother Church would not smile upon our gatherings."

 

[tamgreen]

Ambrose raised his chin and squared his shoulders when Orson bowed, parroting the lordly authority the earl usually projected, although he couldn't keep the amused smirk off of his smooth young face.

"I suppose I shan't know until I arrive how I will tolerate it," he admitted. "My only debauchery has been in your bed - you and I, and sometimes a few cups of wine. Will there be... a great deal of touching and... embracing, all around? Or do we keep strictly to each other? Even if I play at master, I would not want anything to happen that may upset you. Nor would I want to refuse anything that may excite you."

 

[haremfaery]

"I expect there will a great deal of touching and embracing all around. A true Roman Bacchanal, or orgy if you prefer. However, should that be overwhelming for you, you may sit on the sidelines and watch." Orson put his arms around Ambrose. "We will stay close. You may speak to me about anything that happens. You will not upset me." Orson gave Ambrose a gentle kiss that rapidly became more passionate. The thought of being with Ambrose at fete aroused him.

"It will be my very great pleasure to serve you at the fete. I hope it will be yours as well."

~~~~~

The two prepared for Wessex's fete with Orson telling Ambrose many stories from Roman mythology. There were usually participants in tableaus depicting many of the more lurid myths and Orson wanted Ambrose to be familiar with them.

 

[tamgreen]

Ambrose was amused by every tale and tried to commit them all to memory as they went through a variety of clothing options. He tried on a few items that made him look something like a fairy prince, and grinned at himself in the mirror.

"If any should assume the guise of Nisus and Euryalus, I would think we have a fair chance of upstaging them," Ambrose giggled, making eyes at the older man in the mirror and striking a few poses in between shedding bits and pieces of finery.

"Speaking of the stage, would the playwright attend these fetes? Or Belle? I should like to see Belle again."

 

[haremfaery]

Orson smiled indulgently. "You shall outshine them all. Although I hope if we are to participate in a tableau we are not doomed like lovers like Nisus and Euralus. So many of the great lovers of antiquity were doomed." He stood behind Ambrose at the mirror and wrapped his arms around him. "Life is fleeting, we must enjoy it while we can--drink deep of life's adventures."

"I do not know if Will will attend, but Belle? She lives to show off her talents." He cocked his head. "Do I have a rival for your affections? Must I work harder to keep in your thoughts?" He put a hand in Ambrose's curls and kissed him long and deep pulling the youth to his tiptoes.

 

[tamgreen]

The lad's body rose, meeting the older man's, lithe and supple and molding to Orson's shape as if he were a living garment designed to hang from the earl. His eyes rolled back as the kiss claimed him, threatening to crawl right down inside him and grab hold of his soul.

"Mmmm," he moaned, muffled by the large, muscular tongue filling his mouth. He ended with a sigh and a huge grin when Orson finally released him.

"I wouldn't have thought you have any reason to be concerned... but if you're going to kiss me like that anytime you think you may have a rival, perhaps I shall indeed explore a few other affections and see just how jealous I can make you."

 

[haremfaery]

Orson made a stern face, but couldn't keep the corners of his mouth from twitching up into a smile. "If you wish to toy with my affections be prepared to take the punishment for it." He smacked and then squeezed Ambrose's rump. "I shall make you pay dearly." He kissed Ambrose lightly. "Although, I promise not to be jealous should you succumb to Belle's considerable charms. I owe her a debt."

"Shall we go? Our carriage awaits." Orson made a slight bow.

~~~~~

They sat side by side in the carriage. Orson kept his hand on Ambrose's thigh. He occasionally leaned overto give him a kiss.

As much as Orson was looking forward to the fete and seeing Ambrose's reaction to the activities there, part of him wanted to have the carriage turned back to home so he could have Ambrose to himself.

When they reached Wessex's home, it was ablaze with lights. A servant let them in and led them to a large room. They could hear laughing voices and music.

The attendees were elaborately dressed. On a stage at the far end of the room, however, was a tableau of a scantily clad youth and man enacting some Greek or Roman myth that wasn't immediately obvious except that the two were obviously supposed to be lovers.

Some were watching the tableau as the pair moved from one position to the next. Others were dancing. Still others were drinking or eating. And, if one looked closely in the darkened alcoves, some were kissing or engaged in even more intimate activities.