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The Captain's Boy [Revised] Andy Serkis/Elijah Wood (3/14) ~ NC-17
Title: The Captain’s Boy [Revised]
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precious_rosie
Pairing: Andy Serkis/Elijah Wood
Type: RPS AU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Total fiction, from the depths of my imagination.
Summary: Set in mid 1880's, Elijah is working in a high- class male brothel. The madame has fixed him up with a very special client.
Warning[s]: prostitution, BDSM
Feedback: is welcome!
Beta:shy_nerthuserce as always. *hugs* :-)
Archive: Mirrormere, various LOTR RPS Yahoo group
Author’s note: This is a story that I started back in April 2003 and it received high praise. Sadly thanks to that awful thing called “real life , I’ve still got to complete it, along with several other projects. Perhaps this LJ is the kick up the backside I need!
x-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rockabillyblue
Chapter One Chapter Two
The journey back to Crouch Hill was a silent one. Neither spoke: Andrew out of anger and Elijah, who blithely assumed that this was part of whatever excitement lay ahead, simply played along. He had experienced this before with the Captain.
On their arrival, Andrew hustled Elijah out of the hansom, and then practically dragged him up the steps to the front door.
“Oi! Where’s my fare?” barked the driver.
Andrew threw a few coins at him, which clattered onto the pavement.
“Bleedin’ Maryannes!” sneered the driver under his breath, clambering down to retrieve the money. “Arse bandits! Dirty little buggers!”
“And good night to you as well, Sir!” retorted Andrew sharply before disappearing into the house.
Once inside, Andrew pushed Elijah into the parlour. The fire and the gas lamps had already been lit, the curtain drawn, and there was a decanter of brandy on a small side table. As usual, the housekeeper he employed was as discreet as she was dependable. The house itself had been left to Andrew by his late great-uncle and was one in a terraced row. It was far too small for his wife and two children to live in, hence the larger house in Hyde Park – and until recently, Andrew had rented it out to respectable bachelors. Now, it proved a perfect place for his time spent with Elijah away from the brothel and prying eyes. The rest of the houses were occupied by artists and bohemians who weren’t perturbed by the sight of a Captain of the Lifeguard and his young male companion.
In silence, Andrew walked over to the tallboy that stood in the far corner and unlocked it with the key he always carried with him. Elijah shivered; he knew that cupboard well. It held those instruments of exquisite torture that the Captain employed on him with consummate skill. What had his master planned for him this time? He enjoyed the moments of guessing which implement would be used before the Captain revealed his choice. Sometimes, Elijah would get to choose; but tonight, it seemed that Andrew was going to surprise him. And yet there was a tense atmosphere accompanying Andrew’s behaviour and attitude that made Elijah shiver – not just with excitement, but with a suspicion that either he had not gained Andrew’s approval about something he’d done, or that he had in some way offended his adored Captain.
“Do you know what this is?” Andrew took out a slim black leather riding crop and waved it in front of Elijah’s face, so close that the tip almost touched him.
“Yes –”
“’Yes’ what?” Andrew’s big blue eyes appeared full of passion now.
“Yes, Andrew, I know what it is.”
“’Yes, Captain, I know what it is’,” corrected Andrew as he slapped the end of the crop into his palm. “And you know what it’s used for?”
“Yes, And-Captain.” Elijah’s enormous blue eyes seemed to fill his face as he stared pointedly at the crop.
“And you know why I have to use it?”
“No, Captain –”
“Oh I think you do. I think my little Tommy has been disobedient. I think he needs to be disciplined – and disciplined very severely.” Andrew was smiling cruelly now as he continued to slap the crop into his palm. “Come over here, soldier!” he snarled. Elijah moved cautiously towards him. “Are you sorry for the way you behaved in the theatre?”
“Oh yes!”
“’Yes’, sir!” Andrew barked the reprimand sharply, causing Elijah to jump. There was something unsettling in Andrew’s tone that made Elijah fear that they weren’t playing games any more.
“Yes, sir!”
“Are you sorry, that you made scenes?”
“Yes, yes!”
“What are you going to do about it? Head up – straighten your back, soldier!” With a vicious flick of the crop, Andrew caught the underside of Elijah’s chin sharply.
Elijah’s eyes widened and he flinched slightly as the sting of the leather met his skin. “I’m sorry, sir!”
“You should really be court-martialled, soldier.” The crop was waved in front of him. “Come here!”
Obediently, Elijah moved closer to his Captain.
“Strip, soldier!” Andrew bellowed as he turned and sat back in a high backed leather chair. Pouring himself a brandy from the carafe on the mahogany side table, he watched as Elijah awkwardly unbuttoned his tunic. “Not –” the riding crop struck his arm “– too fast now!”
Elijah removed his clothing slowly until he stood naked in front of the Captain. The soft light from the gas lamps made his pale skin more luminous and his blue eyes more ethereal than ever. His breathing quickened as he awaited his next orders.
“Over here!” whispered Andrew softly, remaining seated. He crossed one leg over the other, displaying a sturdy muscular thigh accentuated by the tight material of his white breeches. With one hand he flicked the riding crop gently as if he were swatting flies, still holding the brandy glass in the other. Feeling the tightness swell in his groin, he watched Elijah move slowly towards him. “Oh yes! Quite perfect!” The Captain’s big blue eyes scrutinised the boy slowly. “I think we can begin your discipline now.”
Downing the rest of his brandy, he placed the glass on the table. Reaching out, he grabbed Elijah by the arm and pulled him to him and across his lap.
“First, I’m going to paddle your firm little arse with this crop –” Andrew patted Elijah’s buttocks gently with the flat paddle of the crop in a circular motion. Not too gently though – occasionally he gave the boy a sharp slap, which only elicited a pleasurable groan from Elijah. “Good – good!” Andrew smiled. “But my boy still hasn’t learnt his lesson – yet!”
He followed the pats with a great thwack that caused Elijah to emit an equally loud howl. “I’m sorry, sir!”
“How dare you show me up in front of all those people? How dare you!”
Andrew thwacked Elijah’s arse again with the crop.
“Punish me, sir – I deserve it. I’m so sorry!”
Thwack! Thwack!
“Are you really sorry?”
“Yes, sir!”
“I don’t believe you, soldier!”
Thwack! Thwack!
By now Elijah was sporting a huge erection. He had grown to love these little games with his “master”. There was a level of trust which had grown between them and with which he felt comfortable. He had hoped it would be the crop tonight. Last week, it had been the whip, which Andrew had used so hard on him that the welts on his arse were only just beginning to heal.
“You fucking love this, don’t you, soldier?” grinned Andrew as he bought the crop down yet again.
“Yes, yes!” gasped Elijah as he wriggled furiously on Andrew’s lap, his prominent erection trapped between them.
“Will – ” - thwack “ – you - ” - thwack – “- stop- ” - thwack – “wriggling?” Andrew’s arm was aching, but he had no intention of letting his boy know that – not until he had been disciplined to the Captain’s satisfaction.
The crop hit Elijah’s arse again with such a series of stinging slaps that Elijah knew his orgasm could not be far off. “Permission to speak, sir!” he announced breathlessly.
“Permission denied!” Thwack!
“Permission to be tossed off, Captain!”
“Permission granted, soldier!”
Panting for breath, Elijah squirmed around and positioned himself in the Captain’s lap. “My arse is sore!” Elijah complained as he sat astride those wonderful muscular thighs – and then let out a cry as the crop landed between his shoulders.
“No talking!” Andrew almost spat as he leaned forward and, grabbing Elijah’s hair, kissed him so hard that it would leave a bruise on that soft, tender mouth. Taking the boy’s jutting erection in his large, rough hand, he stroked the hardened flesh slowly as Elijah began to thrust upwards into his fingers. Still kissing him, Andrew pumped the cock vigorously. “My boy!” he whispered into Elijah’s hair, smelling its sweet fragrance.
“Oh...yes...yes...yes...!” cried Elijah, his hips starting to grind against the older man’s body.
“Careful...” Andrew removed his mouth. “Or you’ll come all over my uniform and you’ll have to be punished again!”
But Elijah was already coming, body spasming violently as he clutched Andrew’s shoulders to support himself. His pupils began to dilate and his breathing grew heavier and hotter as come began to seep from his cock. “Ah...yes...yes...ohmygodfuckingchrist!” he shouted, hips pumping as milky fluid fountained over the Captain’s hand.
****************
Still holding Elijah’s now limp cock, Andrew kissed him, his tongue burning in his mouth. Rubbing his groin against him, Elijah opened his eyes.
“What am I going to do with you?” Andrew asked, as Elijah leaned to one side and picked up the silver cigarette case from the side table and, having taken one out, struck a match against the expensive mahogany of the table.
“Fuck me senseless.” The blue eyes were full of mischief as he took a long drag on his cigarette.
Andrew licked his lips. The sight of a naked, pouting, sexy Elijah was very tempting. But the boy needed to be taught a lesson. He had been spared the humiliation of showing himself up this evening, but he had managed to belittle Andrew – and in front of royalty, no less.
Despite his status in the Lifeguards, Andrew was very loyal to his humble roots. He had never hidden the fact that he was from a less fortunate background to the other men, and had never once attempted to alter his accent or pretend to be something he wasn’t. He would never deny his feelings for Elijah, for the same reasons he would never deny his feelings for his wife and children, whom he loved immeasurably. He knew that his wife was aware of Elijah’s presence in his life, but neither spoke about it; she respected and loved her husband far too much to pry. He was happy with Elijah and that mattered a great deal.
Andrew closed his eyes as he recalled the evening’s events. Elijah had been drinking too much, granted – a little more than he was used to. He would never have dreamed of being so disrespectful to his Captain if that weren’t so: Andrew was certain of it.
****************
As he remained outside the royal box waiting for Elijah to return, Andrew heard the laughter from within.
“So, my dear child!” The Prince’s light tenor voice. “Where did *you* spring from?”
“Al’gate, sir.” Elijah’s voice was still remarkably polite.
“Really? All the way from Aldgate to be a tasty treat on the Captain’s table, eh?” The Prince laughed. “My dear Elijah, I can see great things for you. Life with the Captain is all well and good, but he has none of the polish that such a delicate creature as you deserves.”
Andrew leaned closer to the door. What on earth - ?
“Underneath all that breast plate, the uniform, the breeches and the polished boots, the man is just an oik. No title, no land, no money – apart from his commission.” The Prince was growing spiteful now, relishing it. If it had been another, less prominent man, Andrew would have stormed in and punched him. “What is the attraction, little Elijah?”
Elijah had now started giggling. “A great big cock, sir!”
“Oh really?” The Prince’s voice could be heard above the laughter. “He certainly measures up in *that* department then, eh? So, it’s *true* what they say about shorter men?”
Andrew leaned against the door, not quite believing what he was hearing. He felt sick to his stomach to hear his boy being encouraged to tell these pompous, tight-arsed in-breds about the size of his cock. He prayed that Elijah’s friends Dominic and Billy weren’t joining in with this mockery.
Saved only by the interval bell, the door opened and Elijah left the box with a grin on his face.
“’E was nice!” he babbled excitedly to Andrew as they made their way back through the throng to their own box.
But Andrew was silent and remained so until they got back to the little house in Crouch End. Elijah, sensing that something was amiss as he looked at a very angry Captain, sat quietly beside him during the second act and in the hansom home.
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“Well, Captain...” Elijah wriggled provocatively on Andrew’s lap, making the older man’s erection strain against the fabric of his breeches.
“Get off me!” ordered Andrew.
Elijah slithered off onto the floor and stubbed out the remains of the cigarette in a small pot. He watched as his master stood up and then walked over to the cabinet.
Elijah’s eyes grew huge when he saw Andrew take out an item that he had never seen before – though he had heard about it from the other boys at Madame Louise’s; heard about the sensations it could cause, about the thrill of it against the skin.
Blue eyes met blue eyes as Andrew turned and faced him, smiling cruelly. “I think, soldier, that you need to be punished just a little more!” he said, as he flicked the cat-o-nine tails expertly towards Elijah. “Do you know what this is used for?”
Elijah sat on the rug, unable to move as Andrew advanced slowly towards him, continuing to flick the cat-o-nine tails idly. Too dumbstruck to say anything, he didn’t answer.
“Do you know what this is used for?” repeated Andrew, more firmly.
“Yes,” Elijah answered quietly.
“Tell me, then,” the older man said as the soft leather tails flicked out and gently struck Elijah’s shoulder.
“It’s – it’s –” Elijah stammered.
“Well lad, spit it out!”
“It’s for me,” Elijah began softly, realising at last that this was no game and that his beloved Captain was furious with him. “It’s for teaching your boy to behave himself in a manner befitting his commanding officer. Sir.”
Andrew smiled. “Good boy.” He was standing over Elijah now, looking down at him as he crouched on the rug like a small animal. The Captain reached down and stroked the boy’s sweat-soaked brown curls gently, his face lighting up as a wide grin spread slowly across his face. “You’re beautiful!” he whispered ecstatically, forgetting for a moment his anger and the humiliation he suffered earlier in the evening. “You’re my beautiful boy!”
The leather tails of the “cat” were caressing Elijah’s pale neck sensuously. He looked at Andrew with an expression of terror and wild excitement.
“My beautiful boy,” repeated Andrew. “The texture of your skin is quite extraordinary. So soft, so tender, and yet so resilient.” With that he lightly whipped the “cat” around Elijah’s neck and shoulders.
Pushing the younger man back down onto the rug, Andrew straddled him and knelt over the firm, young heaving body, which was now quivering at the touch of the leather against his skin.
Like a snake, Andrew drew the “cat” across and down Elijah’s body, occasionally flicking the tails over his flesh. The stinging sensations almost brought tears to Elijah’s eyes, but it didn’t alter the fact that already he was developing another erection. Looking at the Captain’s groin, he noticed that the older man too was displaying a very impressive erection that was now straining against the fabric of his tight breeches.
As Elijah reached up to release Andrew’s cock from its confinement, he received a slap across the chest with the leather tails of the “cat”. The sensations, despite their needling discomfort, were very arousing. Andrew continued whipping the “cat” over Elijah’s body, lightly on some areas and more heavily on others. Mostly, he concentrated on Elijah’s cock and balls, which were swelling with come.
This exquisite torture was unbearable for Elijah who lay trapped and unable to move between Andrew’s sturdy, powerful thighs.
As he wrapped the tails around Elijah’s cock, Andrew leant over and started to lick and suck slowly at the tender nipples of his young charge.
Elijah moaned and as he did so, the leather tails tightened slightly. “I want to come!” he whimpered, writhing under his Captain’s touch.
Again, the tightening increased. “You’ll come when I say!” hissed Andrew, raising his head from the boy’s smooth torso. “And not before!”
Unfortunately, he spoke too soon, since Elijah was far too aroused now. The boy started to thrash about wildly beneath him, grabbing at the Captain’s shoulders and arms as his body was shaken by his second orgasm of the night. As he did so, the tightness of the cat-o-nine tails increased until the first splatters of milky liquid shot over Andrew’s opened jacket.
“You filthy little fuck!” rasped Andrew, now thinking about how he would explain the stains on his uniform. The barracks laundry would have a field day!
As Elijah’s orgasm subsided, Andrew grabbed the boy roughly before turning him around and, unbuttoning his own breeches, rubbed oil perfunctorily along his length and then forced his still-hard cock into Elijah’s painfully red and raw arse, his ears almost perforated by the piercing shrieks of ecstasy from his young lover.
**********************
Chapter 4 to follow
Author:
precious_rosiePairing: Andy Serkis/Elijah Wood
Type: RPS AU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Total fiction, from the depths of my imagination.
Summary: Set in mid 1880's, Elijah is working in a high- class male brothel. The madame has fixed him up with a very special client.
Warning[s]: prostitution, BDSM
Feedback: is welcome!
Beta:
shy_nerthuserce as always. *hugs* :-)Archive: Mirrormere, various LOTR RPS Yahoo group
Author’s note: This is a story that I started back in April 2003 and it received high praise. Sadly thanks to that awful thing called “real life , I’ve still got to complete it, along with several other projects. Perhaps this LJ is the kick up the backside I need!
x-posted to
rockabillyblueChapter One Chapter Two
The journey back to Crouch Hill was a silent one. Neither spoke: Andrew out of anger and Elijah, who blithely assumed that this was part of whatever excitement lay ahead, simply played along. He had experienced this before with the Captain.
On their arrival, Andrew hustled Elijah out of the hansom, and then practically dragged him up the steps to the front door.
“Oi! Where’s my fare?” barked the driver.
Andrew threw a few coins at him, which clattered onto the pavement.
“Bleedin’ Maryannes!” sneered the driver under his breath, clambering down to retrieve the money. “Arse bandits! Dirty little buggers!”
“And good night to you as well, Sir!” retorted Andrew sharply before disappearing into the house.
Once inside, Andrew pushed Elijah into the parlour. The fire and the gas lamps had already been lit, the curtain drawn, and there was a decanter of brandy on a small side table. As usual, the housekeeper he employed was as discreet as she was dependable. The house itself had been left to Andrew by his late great-uncle and was one in a terraced row. It was far too small for his wife and two children to live in, hence the larger house in Hyde Park – and until recently, Andrew had rented it out to respectable bachelors. Now, it proved a perfect place for his time spent with Elijah away from the brothel and prying eyes. The rest of the houses were occupied by artists and bohemians who weren’t perturbed by the sight of a Captain of the Lifeguard and his young male companion.
In silence, Andrew walked over to the tallboy that stood in the far corner and unlocked it with the key he always carried with him. Elijah shivered; he knew that cupboard well. It held those instruments of exquisite torture that the Captain employed on him with consummate skill. What had his master planned for him this time? He enjoyed the moments of guessing which implement would be used before the Captain revealed his choice. Sometimes, Elijah would get to choose; but tonight, it seemed that Andrew was going to surprise him. And yet there was a tense atmosphere accompanying Andrew’s behaviour and attitude that made Elijah shiver – not just with excitement, but with a suspicion that either he had not gained Andrew’s approval about something he’d done, or that he had in some way offended his adored Captain.
“Do you know what this is?” Andrew took out a slim black leather riding crop and waved it in front of Elijah’s face, so close that the tip almost touched him.
“Yes –”
“’Yes’ what?” Andrew’s big blue eyes appeared full of passion now.
“Yes, Andrew, I know what it is.”
“’Yes, Captain, I know what it is’,” corrected Andrew as he slapped the end of the crop into his palm. “And you know what it’s used for?”
“Yes, And-Captain.” Elijah’s enormous blue eyes seemed to fill his face as he stared pointedly at the crop.
“And you know why I have to use it?”
“No, Captain –”
“Oh I think you do. I think my little Tommy has been disobedient. I think he needs to be disciplined – and disciplined very severely.” Andrew was smiling cruelly now as he continued to slap the crop into his palm. “Come over here, soldier!” he snarled. Elijah moved cautiously towards him. “Are you sorry for the way you behaved in the theatre?”
“Oh yes!”
“’Yes’, sir!” Andrew barked the reprimand sharply, causing Elijah to jump. There was something unsettling in Andrew’s tone that made Elijah fear that they weren’t playing games any more.
“Yes, sir!”
“Are you sorry, that you made scenes?”
“Yes, yes!”
“What are you going to do about it? Head up – straighten your back, soldier!” With a vicious flick of the crop, Andrew caught the underside of Elijah’s chin sharply.
Elijah’s eyes widened and he flinched slightly as the sting of the leather met his skin. “I’m sorry, sir!”
“You should really be court-martialled, soldier.” The crop was waved in front of him. “Come here!”
Obediently, Elijah moved closer to his Captain.
“Strip, soldier!” Andrew bellowed as he turned and sat back in a high backed leather chair. Pouring himself a brandy from the carafe on the mahogany side table, he watched as Elijah awkwardly unbuttoned his tunic. “Not –” the riding crop struck his arm “– too fast now!”
Elijah removed his clothing slowly until he stood naked in front of the Captain. The soft light from the gas lamps made his pale skin more luminous and his blue eyes more ethereal than ever. His breathing quickened as he awaited his next orders.
“Over here!” whispered Andrew softly, remaining seated. He crossed one leg over the other, displaying a sturdy muscular thigh accentuated by the tight material of his white breeches. With one hand he flicked the riding crop gently as if he were swatting flies, still holding the brandy glass in the other. Feeling the tightness swell in his groin, he watched Elijah move slowly towards him. “Oh yes! Quite perfect!” The Captain’s big blue eyes scrutinised the boy slowly. “I think we can begin your discipline now.”
Downing the rest of his brandy, he placed the glass on the table. Reaching out, he grabbed Elijah by the arm and pulled him to him and across his lap.
“First, I’m going to paddle your firm little arse with this crop –” Andrew patted Elijah’s buttocks gently with the flat paddle of the crop in a circular motion. Not too gently though – occasionally he gave the boy a sharp slap, which only elicited a pleasurable groan from Elijah. “Good – good!” Andrew smiled. “But my boy still hasn’t learnt his lesson – yet!”
He followed the pats with a great thwack that caused Elijah to emit an equally loud howl. “I’m sorry, sir!”
“How dare you show me up in front of all those people? How dare you!”
Andrew thwacked Elijah’s arse again with the crop.
“Punish me, sir – I deserve it. I’m so sorry!”
Thwack! Thwack!
“Are you really sorry?”
“Yes, sir!”
“I don’t believe you, soldier!”
Thwack! Thwack!
By now Elijah was sporting a huge erection. He had grown to love these little games with his “master”. There was a level of trust which had grown between them and with which he felt comfortable. He had hoped it would be the crop tonight. Last week, it had been the whip, which Andrew had used so hard on him that the welts on his arse were only just beginning to heal.
“You fucking love this, don’t you, soldier?” grinned Andrew as he bought the crop down yet again.
“Yes, yes!” gasped Elijah as he wriggled furiously on Andrew’s lap, his prominent erection trapped between them.
“Will – ” - thwack “ – you - ” - thwack – “- stop- ” - thwack – “wriggling?” Andrew’s arm was aching, but he had no intention of letting his boy know that – not until he had been disciplined to the Captain’s satisfaction.
The crop hit Elijah’s arse again with such a series of stinging slaps that Elijah knew his orgasm could not be far off. “Permission to speak, sir!” he announced breathlessly.
“Permission denied!” Thwack!
“Permission to be tossed off, Captain!”
“Permission granted, soldier!”
Panting for breath, Elijah squirmed around and positioned himself in the Captain’s lap. “My arse is sore!” Elijah complained as he sat astride those wonderful muscular thighs – and then let out a cry as the crop landed between his shoulders.
“No talking!” Andrew almost spat as he leaned forward and, grabbing Elijah’s hair, kissed him so hard that it would leave a bruise on that soft, tender mouth. Taking the boy’s jutting erection in his large, rough hand, he stroked the hardened flesh slowly as Elijah began to thrust upwards into his fingers. Still kissing him, Andrew pumped the cock vigorously. “My boy!” he whispered into Elijah’s hair, smelling its sweet fragrance.
“Oh...yes...yes...yes...!” cried Elijah, his hips starting to grind against the older man’s body.
“Careful...” Andrew removed his mouth. “Or you’ll come all over my uniform and you’ll have to be punished again!”
But Elijah was already coming, body spasming violently as he clutched Andrew’s shoulders to support himself. His pupils began to dilate and his breathing grew heavier and hotter as come began to seep from his cock. “Ah...yes...yes...ohmygodfuckingchrist!” he shouted, hips pumping as milky fluid fountained over the Captain’s hand.
Still holding Elijah’s now limp cock, Andrew kissed him, his tongue burning in his mouth. Rubbing his groin against him, Elijah opened his eyes.
“What am I going to do with you?” Andrew asked, as Elijah leaned to one side and picked up the silver cigarette case from the side table and, having taken one out, struck a match against the expensive mahogany of the table.
“Fuck me senseless.” The blue eyes were full of mischief as he took a long drag on his cigarette.
Andrew licked his lips. The sight of a naked, pouting, sexy Elijah was very tempting. But the boy needed to be taught a lesson. He had been spared the humiliation of showing himself up this evening, but he had managed to belittle Andrew – and in front of royalty, no less.
Despite his status in the Lifeguards, Andrew was very loyal to his humble roots. He had never hidden the fact that he was from a less fortunate background to the other men, and had never once attempted to alter his accent or pretend to be something he wasn’t. He would never deny his feelings for Elijah, for the same reasons he would never deny his feelings for his wife and children, whom he loved immeasurably. He knew that his wife was aware of Elijah’s presence in his life, but neither spoke about it; she respected and loved her husband far too much to pry. He was happy with Elijah and that mattered a great deal.
Andrew closed his eyes as he recalled the evening’s events. Elijah had been drinking too much, granted – a little more than he was used to. He would never have dreamed of being so disrespectful to his Captain if that weren’t so: Andrew was certain of it.
As he remained outside the royal box waiting for Elijah to return, Andrew heard the laughter from within.
“So, my dear child!” The Prince’s light tenor voice. “Where did *you* spring from?”
“Al’gate, sir.” Elijah’s voice was still remarkably polite.
“Really? All the way from Aldgate to be a tasty treat on the Captain’s table, eh?” The Prince laughed. “My dear Elijah, I can see great things for you. Life with the Captain is all well and good, but he has none of the polish that such a delicate creature as you deserves.”
Andrew leaned closer to the door. What on earth - ?
“Underneath all that breast plate, the uniform, the breeches and the polished boots, the man is just an oik. No title, no land, no money – apart from his commission.” The Prince was growing spiteful now, relishing it. If it had been another, less prominent man, Andrew would have stormed in and punched him. “What is the attraction, little Elijah?”
Elijah had now started giggling. “A great big cock, sir!”
“Oh really?” The Prince’s voice could be heard above the laughter. “He certainly measures up in *that* department then, eh? So, it’s *true* what they say about shorter men?”
Andrew leaned against the door, not quite believing what he was hearing. He felt sick to his stomach to hear his boy being encouraged to tell these pompous, tight-arsed in-breds about the size of his cock. He prayed that Elijah’s friends Dominic and Billy weren’t joining in with this mockery.
Saved only by the interval bell, the door opened and Elijah left the box with a grin on his face.
“’E was nice!” he babbled excitedly to Andrew as they made their way back through the throng to their own box.
But Andrew was silent and remained so until they got back to the little house in Crouch End. Elijah, sensing that something was amiss as he looked at a very angry Captain, sat quietly beside him during the second act and in the hansom home.
“Well, Captain...” Elijah wriggled provocatively on Andrew’s lap, making the older man’s erection strain against the fabric of his breeches.
“Get off me!” ordered Andrew.
Elijah slithered off onto the floor and stubbed out the remains of the cigarette in a small pot. He watched as his master stood up and then walked over to the cabinet.
Elijah’s eyes grew huge when he saw Andrew take out an item that he had never seen before – though he had heard about it from the other boys at Madame Louise’s; heard about the sensations it could cause, about the thrill of it against the skin.
Blue eyes met blue eyes as Andrew turned and faced him, smiling cruelly. “I think, soldier, that you need to be punished just a little more!” he said, as he flicked the cat-o-nine tails expertly towards Elijah. “Do you know what this is used for?”
Elijah sat on the rug, unable to move as Andrew advanced slowly towards him, continuing to flick the cat-o-nine tails idly. Too dumbstruck to say anything, he didn’t answer.
“Do you know what this is used for?” repeated Andrew, more firmly.
“Yes,” Elijah answered quietly.
“Tell me, then,” the older man said as the soft leather tails flicked out and gently struck Elijah’s shoulder.
“It’s – it’s –” Elijah stammered.
“Well lad, spit it out!”
“It’s for me,” Elijah began softly, realising at last that this was no game and that his beloved Captain was furious with him. “It’s for teaching your boy to behave himself in a manner befitting his commanding officer. Sir.”
Andrew smiled. “Good boy.” He was standing over Elijah now, looking down at him as he crouched on the rug like a small animal. The Captain reached down and stroked the boy’s sweat-soaked brown curls gently, his face lighting up as a wide grin spread slowly across his face. “You’re beautiful!” he whispered ecstatically, forgetting for a moment his anger and the humiliation he suffered earlier in the evening. “You’re my beautiful boy!”
The leather tails of the “cat” were caressing Elijah’s pale neck sensuously. He looked at Andrew with an expression of terror and wild excitement.
“My beautiful boy,” repeated Andrew. “The texture of your skin is quite extraordinary. So soft, so tender, and yet so resilient.” With that he lightly whipped the “cat” around Elijah’s neck and shoulders.
Pushing the younger man back down onto the rug, Andrew straddled him and knelt over the firm, young heaving body, which was now quivering at the touch of the leather against his skin.
Like a snake, Andrew drew the “cat” across and down Elijah’s body, occasionally flicking the tails over his flesh. The stinging sensations almost brought tears to Elijah’s eyes, but it didn’t alter the fact that already he was developing another erection. Looking at the Captain’s groin, he noticed that the older man too was displaying a very impressive erection that was now straining against the fabric of his tight breeches.
As Elijah reached up to release Andrew’s cock from its confinement, he received a slap across the chest with the leather tails of the “cat”. The sensations, despite their needling discomfort, were very arousing. Andrew continued whipping the “cat” over Elijah’s body, lightly on some areas and more heavily on others. Mostly, he concentrated on Elijah’s cock and balls, which were swelling with come.
This exquisite torture was unbearable for Elijah who lay trapped and unable to move between Andrew’s sturdy, powerful thighs.
As he wrapped the tails around Elijah’s cock, Andrew leant over and started to lick and suck slowly at the tender nipples of his young charge.
Elijah moaned and as he did so, the leather tails tightened slightly. “I want to come!” he whimpered, writhing under his Captain’s touch.
Again, the tightening increased. “You’ll come when I say!” hissed Andrew, raising his head from the boy’s smooth torso. “And not before!”
Unfortunately, he spoke too soon, since Elijah was far too aroused now. The boy started to thrash about wildly beneath him, grabbing at the Captain’s shoulders and arms as his body was shaken by his second orgasm of the night. As he did so, the tightness of the cat-o-nine tails increased until the first splatters of milky liquid shot over Andrew’s opened jacket.
“You filthy little fuck!” rasped Andrew, now thinking about how he would explain the stains on his uniform. The barracks laundry would have a field day!
As Elijah’s orgasm subsided, Andrew grabbed the boy roughly before turning him around and, unbuttoning his own breeches, rubbed oil perfunctorily along his length and then forced his still-hard cock into Elijah’s painfully red and raw arse, his ears almost perforated by the piercing shrieks of ecstasy from his young lover.
Chapter 4 to follow
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