Debt of Dishonour Book I: The Admiral's Request

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Part VI
 

Owing to the lateness of the hour, and not wishing to further inconvenience his Irish housekeeper by asking her to air a guest room, Edward Pellew decided that his guest may as well sleep in Horatio's room. Once Stansford was ensconced there, albeit complaining of the cold, Edward informed his officers that he would sleep alone that night for fear of disturbing their guest, who was only next door to him, and that they, in turn, could both share Archie's room across the hall, which they agreed to do.

Some three quarters of an hour later, however, Edward found himself still unable to sleep in his large and very empty bed. It was also far too reminiscent of the recent past when he had believed his lovers departed on 'Renown'. Then, too, the weather had been foul. For some time he lay listening to the mournful sounds of the wet night outside while the fire died down and the room grew colder. Finally, after more than an hour of fruitless effort he gave up the struggle. Against his will, and his better judgement, he decided to join his lovers. The thought of lying between their lovely warm bodies was, quite simply, far too tempting to resist.

Wearing his dressing-gown over a night-shirt and shivering considerably he opened his door as quietly as possible, tip-toeing across the corridor to Archie's room. As gently as he could, for he did not wish to disturb them overly much if they were already asleep, he turned the handle and entered.

As Edward quietly closed the door behind him, his ears picked up soft murmurs coming from behind the bed's blue velvet drapes. Ah, so they were not asleep yet! Excellent!

Smiling to himself, he prepared to join his officers. After all, he reasoned, they would soon be back on the ship and would have to shortly practice severe restraint.

Listening keenly, he heard, "Ohhhh! Mmmmm...."

He recognised Archie's voice and smiled to himself. However, as he was about to take off his dressing-gown, he heard, "Oh, Horatio, he kisses like an angel! Or is that a devil? Sweet God, I almost finished!" he giggled. "Mr Stansford, you are a wicked man!"

Edward stood stock still.

"But of course! I am not overfond of resisting temptation. I have found it to be a fruitless exercise in self-restraint to no good cause, least of all mine," Stansford asserted. "And now for you, sweet boy. Will you also give me a kiss?"

"I most certainly will not, Mr Stansford!" That was definitely Horatio's voice.

"Oh, try it, Horatio! He's wonderful! Oh, God, I'm so hard just from a single kiss! Mmm..."

"All the more reason for me not to try it! We should practice prudence and moderation, Archie, even if Mr Stansford does not!"

"Shhh, Edward will hear! Try it, my love. Please?"

"But, Archie..."

"Try it! Before we return to the ship let us be hedonists!"

"Oh, Archie, we should not! What if Edward's awake?"

"Shhh! Edward will be fast asleep. Go on. Try it, I dare you!"

"Oh, very well if it will please you."

Through a small gap in the drapes Edward watched as Stansford stroked Horatio's cheeks and gazed adoringly into his eyes.

"Darling boy, what a treasure you are! Such eyes! Such beautiful lips!" he murmured.

As Edward watched in amazement, Stansford leaned over to kiss Horatio, the lad shortly groaning deep in his throat as sudden arousal took him by surprise.

"How do you do that?" Horatio gasped.

"Shhh, it is a secret I learnt during my visit to the Grand Chartreuse. The good monks there were most accommodating," Stansford mused. "Never had so much sex in my life!"

"My Lord, it's fantastical! Oh, Archie, you were right!" Horatio enthused.

"Now you know! All you had was old Briggs while I had Mr Stansford's kisses."

"God, it's utterly marvellous!"

Stansford was fondling Horatio's hardness. "My but you're a big boy!"

"Why th-thank you, sir."

"My, my!" he continued to admire it. "Darling boy, if you grow any more my arse may never recover!"

Horatio gazed into Stansford's large eyes. "You mean you would wish...?" He trailed off a little uncertainly.

"But of course, my dear! There is only one thing I love more than fucking a beautiful boy and that is being fucked by another beautiful boy, preferably at the same time. If that is not heaven on earth, then I don't know what is!"

As Archie giggled Stansford turned to him. "And as for you, sweet, fair-haired angel, you are no dwarf yourself!"

"You enjoy being a filling in a sandwich, Mr Stansford?" Archie inquired.

"Always, my dear boy! Indeed I may state with complete certainty that there is absolutely nothing finer in this life, even collecting Buhl armoires. Such darling boys, your Commodore is a lucky, lucky man. Tell me, does he fuck you every night?"

"Mmm, just about," Archie answered thoughtfully as Stansford continued to fondle him.

"But only... only when we are on leave," Horatio added, also being fondled.

"And does your good and handsome Commodore also enjoy being the filling in the sandwich?"

"Oh, yes!" Horatio gasped as Stansford leaned down to place kisses on his neck; long, sucking, delicious kisses that left faint, wet marks on his smooth skin and made him sigh with pleasure.

Enough was enough, Edward decided, now thoroughly aroused from watching his officers cavorting with Stansford.

He parted the drapes.

"Edward!" Archie gasped, snatching his hand back from Stansford's heated hardness.

"Mr Stansford! I am surprised to find you here, sir!"

Stansford merely smiled, not even attempting to cover himself. "Why, Sir Edward, I had not expected to see you again until morning."

"Nor I you, sir. Might I ask how you came to be in Mr Kennedy's bed?"

"The same way as Mr Hornblower no doubt," Stansford muttered.

"My good sir, when I offered you hospitality for the night it was not an invitation for you to once more take liberties with my officers."

"But, my dear Sir Edward, your sweet officers are so accommodating. I mean look at them." Both men glanced meaningfully at a naked Archie and Horatio as Stansford deliberately reached out to fondle Archie's rounded buttocks. "And just look at those bulging muscles. Even though I am most agile, I know that I could never have resisted had the darling boys thrown me out into the cold from whence I came. Thank heavens they took mercy on my poor, shivering self or I should have caught my death."

"I see," Edward muttered.

"Well after all, Edward, the man was freezing," Horatio defended.

"Yes, Mr Stansford was shivering with cold," Archie added.

"I should say I was!" Stansford agreed. "So your dear officers kindly invited me into their bed to warm me."

"I see," Edward muttered once more, his dark eyes darting accusingly from Archie to Horatio.

"I trust you are not going to throw me out of this nice, warm bed into the cold again?" Stansford pleaded.

"Well I... ahem. Gentlemen, I believe it's high time that we all adjourned to our own beds and got some sleep."

"My dear Sir Edward, my room is freezing and the fire's gone out!" Stansford complained. "Anyway, it's obvious that you cannot sleep either or you would not be here now seeking warmth with your officers even as I did. Now would you deny another what you yourself seek?"

"Edward, Mr Stansford is right. It is a cold night," Horatio concurred as all three once more became aware of the noise of the rain continuing to batter the window panes.

"Yes, and I feel the cold most terribly and insist on staying warm. You would not wish me to catch my death while under your roof, Sir Edward," Stansford added.

"The man has a point, Edward," Horatio concurred.

"I should say I do!" Stansford declared, glancing meaningfully down at his still-swollen appendage.

Edward glared at Horatio, however, he could not help but notice the size and thickness of the man's excellent mast.

"Well, of course Edward would not want a guest to become ill," Archie agreed.

"Besides," Stansford added slyly, "a gentleman does not leave another gentleman in this condition." Again he glanced in the direction of his swollen groin, which seemed to have barely diminished in spite of the interruption.

"And a gentleman does not take advantage of another gentleman's hospitality..." Edward began.

"To enjoy the favours of his host's lovers you mean?" Stansford interjected. "But, my dear sir, when you lay such temptation in the path of one such as I, and the darling boys did not even have their door locked, surely you cannot but expect me to take advantage, fair or unfair? And surely the fault must lie with you, sir, for putting such temptation in my path as would make slaves of saints. Why surely it is the self same circumstances as those under which I met your officers only two days ago. Though of course now each of us knows where the other stands and there is no need of deceit. We can be open and honest about our desires and I confess that I find these two beautiful boys the most desirable male specimens that I have ever had the good fortune to lay eyes on."

Edward took a deep breath. "The fact remains, sir, that you are in bed with my officers..."

"Who were sharing a bed anyway. And why should the dear boys sleep alone even for a night when their hearts - and other things - are full with sweet affection? Why when I entered the room they were already in the throes of passion which I sorely interrupted, but for which they have generously forgiven me. Indeed I was attempting to make amends for my rude transgression when you decided to join us, thus depriving me of my means of abject apology."

"My dear sir, I am not at all sanguine about your 'means of abject apology' and the fact remains that..."

"That the fire in my room was woefully inadequate and shortly went out, probably because the wood was damp," Stansford insisted. "So my limbs were like ice and I was seeking warmth anywhere I could find it when I stumbled, shivering, into this lovely, cozy room and received the warmest of welcomes. Thank heaven your dear officers invited me into their bed and proceeded to rub and pet me until I was delightfully warm - hot even," he added. "And I do confess that just the mere thought of kissing them once more was enough to set my frozen blood afire." He gazed fondly at said officers.

Once more, against his will, Edward found himself liking this man. His utter frankness, his complete lack of artifice in spite of his wealth, his brazen sensuality in his desire for other men, not to mention his stunning good looks, all combined to appeal to his sensibilities; not to mention that the man, in the space of one night, had gone from being some shadowy enemy to a strong if unconventional ally. Never the less, he still felt it incumbent on him to defend the honour of his officers, even if they were naked, thoroughly desirable and deeply passionate young men whom he well knew would enjoy a romp between the sheets with this equally sensual man.

Archie, licking his lips, glanced at Horatio, who merely nodded at him as though reading his intention.

Sliding further over, Archie put his arms around Edward's shoulders and kissed him full on the mouth as the man stiffened beneath the loving assault. As Edward attempted to protest and gently push him away, Horatio joined in, stroking him, kissing his cheeks, his neck, and feeling the chill of his body through the thin material of his nightshirt and dressing gown.

"Edward, you're cold! Come, get under the covers!" he whispered.

Edward, against his will, had ceased resisting for he never could refuse his lovers anything. As Archie continued to kiss him, under the watchful grey eyes of their bemused guest, Horatio undid his dressing gown and Archie quickly pulled the night-shirt over his head.

"But..." he managed to feebly protest.

"Yes, Edward," Horatio soothed, now kissing him deeply, as all four men got under the covers of the wide bed together.

As Horatio's gentle lips covered his lean torso in kisses, Edward groaned softly, parting his legs as his lover worked his way lower. The lovely lad was sucking deliciously on his balls as Archie kissed him and worked his way to his nipples. After long moments of feasting on them, he paused to glance at their guest who was avidly watching the proceedings and, judging from the evidence, more aroused than ever.

With his eyes, Archie indicated Edward's closed eyelids. Stansford's eyes widened and he grinned wickedly. As Horatio lovingly took Edward's hardness into his mouth, Stansford leaned over to lick lightly at Edward's lips, feeling them immediately part in invitation. On repeating the action Edward now opened his mouth wider, their tongues now playing blissfully together until...

Without warning, Edward thrashed on the bed, growling deep in his throat as a surprised Horatio quickly sucked and swallowed his lover's essence.

Edward lay there panting somewhat as Horatio and Archie smiled at each other. "Oh, my loves, that was far too fast and where did you learn...?" Realisation dawned and his eyes flew open to gaze straight into the highly amused ones of their guest.

"You? You did that?" he accused, unconsciously touching his lips. "You kissed me and somehow...?" A shamelessly grinning Stansford merely nodded. "But... how? How did you do that?"

"He learnt it at the Grand Chartreuse," a grinning Archie muttered.

"From the monks," Horatio added. "Perhaps we too should visit there, Edward."

"Alas the place is not what it once was," Stansford murmured with some sadness. "There were once three hundred monks there; now you would be lucky to find thirty. This damned war has ruined everything."

"But I've never..."

"Lost control like that? Delicious, is it not? I *love* to lose control; to give myself over to another's pleasure. 'Tis just sheer heaven!" Stansford mused fondly.

"You kissed me and..."

"Yes. I have found that all men love to be kissed in that particular manner. Their passion is immediate, their surrender all but a foregone conclusion."

"My dear sir, you are an incorrigible rogue!" Edward accused.

"Why thank you, kind sir!" Stansford bowed.

"Mr Stansford does not believe in resisting temptation," Archie remarked.

"So it would seem," Edward again muttered as Archie leaned down to offer him a sweetly contrite kiss. When the kiss ended, he lovingly stroked Archie's face and hair. "My fairest boy, my Archie," he murmured, kissing Archie's cheeks and stroking him. Kissing his ear, Archie whispered, "My Edward. Love you, my Edward."

As a smiling Horatio watched them fondly, he was distracted by Stansford taking his hand and kissing it. Surprised, he turned to their guest, only to have the man let go his hand to instead take his face in warm and gentle hands and gaze deeply into his eyes.

"So beautiful," Stansford murmured. "Please God I will always rise to the occasion for a beautiful boy."

Horatio had been noticing the silver ornament Stansford wore on a chain around his neck. Taking it in his hand, he held it closer to examine it.

"It is St Anthony of Padua," Stansford explained. "He never leaves my person. I have an altar dedicated to him at my home."

"An altar?"

"With an oratory of course. Only a minor affair but it meets my humble needs."

"Your abbey must be very grand, sir."

"You shall see it soon enough and decide for yourself."

As Stansford went to once more kiss Horatio, he noticed the handsome lad glance with great affection at his Commodore, now deeply engaged with Archie, and wondered that there seemed to be no jealousy between them. However, his thoughts were interrupted by the lovely boy turning to him once more and consenting to be kissed, his luscious lips parted slightly in invitation. He decided that the lad had a body of such charming and excellent proportion that he was a sore temptation to every bugger's soul, his own most of all. Never being one to resist temptation, especially in the company of one who was so very appealing, Stansford kissed Horatio in most avid manner, watching the boy's lovely eyes close as they drank deeply of each other.

A most heady draught, Stansford decided, for the darling boy had the sweetest mouth he had ever come across. Almost drunk from their long, exploratory kiss he proceeded to place rapturous kisses all around the boy's graceful neck and powerful shoulders, smiling at his sighs of pleasure as the lovely lad arched his
neck begging for more.

Oh, yes, he decided, he would have the sweet boy tonight. However, first he would pleasure him until the dear thing was delirious for he wished to savour him slowly and delicately. Besides, God alone knew when the opportunity to relish such a tempting morsel might again present itself.

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Some fifteen minutes later as a thoroughly delirious Stansford was about to enter the beautiful boy, they were joined by Archie. In surprise, they glanced over to a sleeping Edward.

Archie smiled at Stansford. "I'm afraid between the two of us we have quite worn out dear Edward for the night."

"Then you must join us," Stansford invited, promptly reviving his plan for being the filling in the sandwich.

In agreement, they switched places, Archie now lying on his back beneath Stansford for the latter longed to be possessed by Horatio. However, as Stansford went to reach for the oil, Archie stayed his hand.

"That will not be necessary, Mr Stansford. I am sufficiently oiled and my dear Edward's seed is within me."

Stansford gasped audibly at the images the words conjured in his fevered brain. Taking a deep breath he murmured, "Then I shall be honoured to join my seed with his in the temple of an angel."

As he leaned over to kiss a smiling Archie he entered the beautiful boy, sliding inside so gently and effortlessly, feeling himself surrounded by the other's wonderful heat and welcomed by the rhythmic clenching of the boy's muscles. Simultaneously, Horatio's long, oiled fingers entered him to stroke him deeply, pushing against that pleasure place that all men had inside them and which could literally drive him over the precipice.

As Stansford pushed back against the oiled fingers he withdrew a little from Archie, causing the lad to promptly push up against him, wanting more - and he gave it, his heavy member sliding back into the boy until... Yes! He felt Horatio poised to enter him.

As the sweet boy entered him, stretching him so wonderfully and filling him, William Stansford was convinced that he was in heaven. Caught between the two most beautiful lads he had ever seen, or had the good fortune to enjoy in such intimate manner, he was so totally lost that the world might have come to an end and he would never have noticed.

Taking deep breaths, he steadied himself, lifting Archie's legs higher around his waist as he leaned back, stroking the boy's powerful thighs and loving the feel of being surrounded by them. Stretching a little, he groaned as Horatio pushed deeply back into him.

How utterly beautiful, he thought, his mind barely able to function at all, for he now knew what the Commodore enjoyed with these hearty boys, and he could not help but feel a pang of envy. To have the love of not one but two lovely, lusty lads who were so incredibly pleasing to the eye that all he had to do was glance at them and he was harder than a Carmelite, was more than he had ever had, connoisseur of fine young men though he was.

As he revelled in their favours, he found himself praying to make it last for he wished to enjoy them to the fullest; even if his body ached a little in the morning, it would be such a good ache, he thought, pushing back against Horatio who was also stroking him and playing with his nipples, pinching them and tugging on them. Oh, how he loved that! Loved to have his nipples toyed with.

Treasuring every precious moment, every delirious movement of his partners that sent his senses reeling and his spirit soaring, William Stansford felt his whole being singing with sheer utter joy. As Horatio's hitherto gentle thrusts increased in tempo, he felt the boy's large hands with their delightfully long fingers squeezing his buttocks even as he squeezed the boy's lovely prick that was possessing him so delightfully. And Archie... The beautiful boy was reaching up to caress his face in warm hands, begging for a kiss. As he leaned down to claim the sweet lips he felt Horatio reach a shuddering climax, his long-drawn-out, ecstatic moan yet so soft that it pierced his heart, as indeed another's pleasure always did.

As Archie's tongue played greedily in his mouth and he fondled and squeezed the lovely boy's heavy member, he found himself tumbling over the edge into utmost rapture of the senses, his whole body drawn tight and vibrating like the strings of a violin as he gloried in the feel of his seed erupting in heavy spurts to mingle with that of the boy's dear lover. As much as he enjoyed sex, this was bliss beyond belief as the sweet boy's heaviness exploded in his hand, his soft groan sounding almost wounded in Stansford's fevered imagination.

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