Published at 2nd of September 2019 3:47 pm

Volume 1, Chapter 7 Part 2

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“How about coming upstairs with me?”

When they were back at the residence in Leicester Square, Franklin was by the door, awaiting his master's return. After taking an opportunity to send the Butler away, Wiltshire asked Walker the question in a whisper as they stood at the bottom of the staircase.

Walker shook his head, out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the old butler reappearing at the door. Deliberately, he increased the volume of his voice and said: “I had a very pleasant evening, thank you, Sir! Let’s say our goodnights here.”

Apparently, Wiltshire had also noticed Franklin. He immediately changed his voice to the unctuous tones of a shallow aristocrat and said in a lazy drawl: “Well, the parties in London are always the same. One you've seen one, you've seen them all, isn't it, Walker? But I’m glad you liked it. Goodnight, my friend!”

Under the guise of shaking Walker's hand, he rapidly traced the words "wait for me" on his palm, before he quickly disappeared up the stairs wearing a smile.

The enchanting smile that Wiltshire had flashed at him before he had left dazzled Walker so much that felt slightly dizzy and he stood rooted to the same spot for a few seconds before he could turn and walk away. As he passed Franklin on his way out, he pretended that he did not notice the stern gaze that the Butler had turned on him.

When he was back in the little room he had been living in while he was away from his home, Walker lit the candles on the table and tidied up the bed while waiting for Wiltshire. After about half an hour, the candlelight in the Marquess's room was extinguished. Very soon, Wiltshire appeared in Walker's room, when he really ought to have been sound asleep in his own bed.

“Good heavens! I really do not know why Franklin thinks he has the right to interfere with his Master's private life.” Although the look on his face said that he was frustrated and had no choice but to put up with this, Walker knew very well that in actual fact, Wiltshire actually respected this old Butler.

Without any fuss, he took off his sleeping robes and threw them on the floor, and now naked, Wiltshire quickly got between the sheets. With dissatisfaction, he turned his gaze to Walker, who was still fully dressed, and said crossly: “Do you think that you are still at a party? Take your clothes off quickly, I have something to say to you.”

“I also have something to say.” Walker ignored the Marquess's loud call and seated himself at the table. After casting a look at Wiltshire's hair of pure gold, which was flowing over the pillow, he averted his gaze.

“You can speak first!” The Marquess gave a shrug of his shoulders and propped his head up on one of his hands, making it look like he was listening with all ears.

The Scotsman exhibited a peculiar manner, as if he did not know how he should bring up the subject. After a short interval, he finally decided to adopt a more solemn manner.

“Sir, I have already been in London for two weeks…” He looked at Wiltshire before continuing: “Although I very much hoped that you would honour your promise to find me a job, but after all these days, I have found that you seem to have no intention of doing this at all. There is no benefit to either of us if this situation should continue to drag on. Sir, I have already decided that I will leave this place tomorrow.”

His expression was quite resolute; it could be seen from his attitude that even if Wiltshire tried to object, he could not be swayed from his decision.

“What if I say that I don’t agree?” At the beginning, Wiltshire had been quite shocked, but he soon managed to calm down. The expression in his eyes changed as he continued to look at Walker, to one that was quite dangerous.

Walker locked eyes with him for several moments before finally choosing to turn his head to the side so as to avoid having to look at the ferocious expression on his face.

“Whether you agree or not, I’m still leaving!”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. Wiltshire remained silent for a few minutes but he soon came to a decision.

“Come here!” He called out to Walker in a rather controlled voice, but his eyes, which resembled green crystals, emitted glints of brilliant colour, as if he were a beast that was staring down his prey.

Walker chose to remain silent, neither making a reply nor moving to obey his order.

“I said, come here!” The Marquess's voice began to turn threatening.

Walker had no intention of showing any weakness. He held his head up with pride and walked over to the bed, looking at the Marquess with a rather determined expression.

Wiltshire seemed to have become infuriated, grabbing at Walker with one hand, he dragged him down to the bed. The Scotsman struggled and tried to crawl up, but because the Marquess was firmly pressing down on him from behind, he was unable to straighten out his lower back. He could only feel kisses, that were as earth-shattering as lightning and thunderbolts, continuously rain down upon his face and body…

Accompanied by the sound of a crisp ripping noise, the expensive jacket and shirt that Walker was wearing were torn apart with brute force by the Marquess. Buttons clattered as they fell to the ground and shreds of cloth fluttered in the wind. The Marquess hands rapidly established a hold over Walker's chest, which was stretched taut with anger. While teasing the small protrusions on the front of Walker's chest, he pinned Walker's arms to the sides of his body firmly.

“Why do you always have to be like this? This can’t solve any problem! God, why can’t you understand?” As if his life depended upon it, Walker wriggled his body and tried to struggle; he detested that Wiltshire had chosen to use sex to convince him. This method seemed more suitable for dealing with a woman who was being disobedient and made him feel deeply humiliated, but what caused him to feel even more horrified was his discovery that, to his surprise, his body had quickly reacted to Wiltshire's actions.

The Marquess did not make any reply to his question, his attention was completely concentrated on subduing the body in his arms --- in addition to working hard at freeing a hand so that he could pull the Scotsman's trousers down.

“Fuck!” When his buttocks came into contact with the cold air, Walker could not help but to swear, using foul language.

　　

“Why do you always have to be like this… ah…” But soon, after something that felt as cold as ice was smeared into the hottest part of his body, his protestations were ultimately turned into a groan by the pain of that finger intruding into his body.

“Damn it!” It was not clear why the Marquess was cursing. Three fingers of his right hand were completely buried within Walker's body, aided by the lubricant he had applied, they flew in and out. Feeling the body he had clasped in his arms was shaking due to pain and humiliation, Wiltshire brought Walker's chin close and with no restrain, he began to kiss those lips which could not be closed because Walker was feeling such passion.

Slowly, he pushed his burning-hot desire into Walker's body, but after that, he only maintained his body in the same position, instead of beginning to move it back and forth. Even so, Walker still seemed to find the kind of feelings washing over him hard to bear, they felt like humiliation but at the same time also felt like excitement. Afraid that he would bring on even more suffering on himself, he ceased to struggle but only held his body stiffly, resigned to letting the Marquess caress and kiss it.

“It is only at times like this that you are willing to listen to me...” Allowing Walker's back to press closely against his chest, Wiltshire wore an intoxicated expression on his face as he began to caress Walker's cheek and neck, and his fingers tenderly stroked the protrusions at the front of his chest, which had already become bright red and stiff.

Walker gradually became enraptured by the mood of sexual love in the room, his face was flushed, and little by little, his breathing had become urgent. Involuntarily, his body had begun to tremble in anticipation of the wave of passion that would soon sweep over him…

“You… what are you waiting for?” When the Marquess still made no further movement, Walker could bear it no more and finally he had to ask the question.

“Ah, I’m waiting for you to change your mind.” With a smiling expression, Wiltshire bent over and said in his ear.

Directing his gaze down Walker's body, he saw that his penis was already standing erect in the air. To his great satisfaction, the Marquess discovered that under his provocation, the Scotsman's rational mind had already become unable to suppress the desire that emanated from the depths of his body.

“You are an absolute lunatic!” Walker cried out; his lower body already felt as hot as if it were on fire, and transparent fluid was even flowing out from the front end of that erect body part, but Wiltshire had restrained his hands firmly, not allowing him to touch his own desire. Not only that, he also continued to rub at his neck and chest, making the torment even more intense for Walker.

In actual fact, the Marquess needn't have done so, his hard length that he had inserted into Walker's body was already enough to drive him to lose his reason. With his lust slowly mounting, but unable to find any avenue of release, Walker moaned and could not help but to give in to the instinct to twist his body in an attempt to search for release.

“Listen carefully to me!” The Marquess forcefully pulled his body back, not allowing him to move further. At the same time, he shouted loudly, in an attempt to startle Walker's mind from its state of confusion: “I did promise you that I will recommend you for a job, and that is something that I have actually been working on. But the Prince Regent has given me an order; I will have to leave for France tomorrow. I am going to need assistance, and I am hoping that you will go with me. Do you understand, Walker?”

“You… you mean to say… go to France?” Walker was gasping, and even his mind seemed to have been set alight by flames. The Marquess was indeed too cunning, demanding that he should make a decision about such an important matter at such a time.

“Yes, France! When we come back, I will immediately let you go to work at the shipping company owned by my good friend, Baron Rosen. You can earn a thousand English Pounds [4] per year there.” Wiltshire's voice sounded wretchedly calm, to entice Walker, he had even used a salary that was so high that it almost induced Walker to have a dizzy spell.

That was a sum of money that could buy a piece of land; that huge sum of money would even allow for them to build a brand new house on it. If he could earn that sum of money… Walker thought of how his mother would never need to feel dejected over not having enough money for medical treatment, and the money could even be used to send his brothers to London to attend school…

He had no way to reject this --- although he knew very clearly that Wiltshire did not have any good intentions, but Walker could not find a way to make himself spit out any words of refusal.

“Do we have an agreement…” Using a voice that was almost a sigh, he murmured in Walker's ear. Wiltshire suddenly and forcefully thrust his waist forwards, and his manhood, which had already become as hard as steel long ago, penetrated even deeper into the soft inner walls. In response, Walker's entire body began to spasm uncontrollably.

“Agree… Walker, agree…” He began to thrust in-and-out slowly, until the Scotsman was shedding tears caused by the pain of having his desire burning to its apex but being left without tender attention.

“Yes, yes! I beg you… please…” Walker's trembling voice was released in wild shouts, he could no longer endure any more of this type of torture; he could not take even a minute, or even a second, more of it.

That wicked ensorcellment was instantly broken, the Marquess gave a sigh and began to thrust his body with the speed of flight, and very quickly, he reached his climax in the Scotsman's body; and as for Walker, under the Marquess's skilful hands, he also reached the peak of pleasure at nearly the exact same moment.

Whitish fluids splashed out on the Marquess's palm and the bed sheets, as if making a declaration about how degenerate he had become...

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[1]: £1,000 would be about £33,960 in 2008 values. At the turn of the 19th century, the per capita income was about £33 pounds. At that time, a lot of the workforce was comprised of labourers, who earned about £15-20 and servants, who earned about £20 to £60 if they were male or £5 to £15 for females. These sums may not sound like enough to live on, but remember that their room and board were provided for by their employers.

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