Tutor and Brother

Well, I don't know if I should continue or not.Guess a bit of r&r would be in order (please). It's about from now on (after this chapter) where things will start to go weirder and weirder as past mingles with present, and answers still not in sight...for s time. William terrifies me, but how David will develop is also a question to be answered in the future...or the past?

8. William’s homecoming
“Sir”, his old butler entered, and signaled David, “Sir if I may have your attention, please…”
“Yes, do tell James”, he answered waiving his hand negligently.
“It’s a problem sir, with the order you gave us, about the restoration and…”, his voice trailed off discouraged. His master didn’t pay much attention, and Cedric was already preparing to intervene, when David stood up, and headed towards the door. “I forgot James. Now, do come and tell.”
James simply went ahead informing his master as they headed to the palace wing, that a book in a small locked coffer had been found. No one had been allowed to touch it, not even for being removed so that repairs could continue. David gave a satisfied grunt.
Once inside the chamber, he opened impatiently the coffer and took the book out. He had to bite his lips not to give a shout of triumph…It was indeed what he’d hoped. The carefully kept journal of the other brother, who’d also felt need to confess. He skimmed the pages full of impatience. No, it was even better than that. It was a full recount of his feelings and thoughts, of his nights of lust and heated sex, of body and mind burning desires and sensually painful dares, not only at the hands of his brother, but also at the hands of the emir. It was an inspiration source, a counseling source…it was full of valuable advice from a man who’d born and craved it all. He closed the book and wrapped it carefully again in the silken cloth. He admired weighing the cloth in his hand the loot, with the distinct regret that today William would return. It left no time for him to read now, as his curiosity was piqued. It would nevertheless be his most trusted companion and advisor in bringing to life the wildest imaginings and try them on the lush and enticing body of his brother. This was his very own secret. Not to be shared with anyone, lest of all with his brother, at least for a while. He considered his own anxiousness in reading these confessions of a long ago passed time. He knew, he was going to make use of any excuse in the weeks to come just for reading this mediaeval confession of lust and knowledge in the world he and his brother have both been trapped and enchanted into. He made a dash for his room and hid his treasure in the newly built-in safe known only to him and none else. A smile crossed his face remembering how hard he’d labored in the hours he’d not shared with his brother to create this perfect hiding place. He laid the heavy book of a life account carefully inside, and then went down to the parlor. The sight before his eyes made him stop cold in his tracks. Ced stood with his head bowed, chastised, and William towered over him, hands on his hips.
“Oh, so finally the earl has deigned to join us. I sent ten minutes ago for you, David, well?”
He answered defiantly, almost as if inviting William to do his worst. “I had some business to attend to. Like it or not William, you are not truly the master of the house. Matters of import pertain only to the Lord, with or without consulting you.”
“Do they now?” William’s eyes studied him intently, darkly, and yet with hidden amusement. His delay in returning seemed to have done strange things to this young whelp, who no longer seemed to be one, but a man determined to face his own lot and defy anyone and anything, without fear of retribution.
“Well then, as matters of import pertain to the master, do call the staff and dismiss them for today and tomorrow David. I have dealings with Cedric here, and later on perhaps with you. So, get busy for now, master of the house!"
“Why, sure William”, David replied with the same defying, obnoxious grin, and pulled the bell to give according orders.
William was annoyed, confused and not only slightly disturbed by this overt dare of David. He’d tame him all right! Or at least, failing that, he’d use Cedric as lever. It was clear to him that in the more than two weeks he’d been unwillingly absent David had done a lot of thinking, and not just. Through narrowed eyes he watched intently David as he waited relaxed for the staff. He also threw a flickering glance at Cedric, comparing the two. David was all relaxed challenge, poised, his body suggesting the one of a sensual feline. In turn, Cedric seemed on the brink of breaking, and making efforts to hold his upright stance.
“Sit down for now, Cedric. Enjoy the few minutes granted for now. David you may leave us alone after ordering the staff out for the following day. But do be back tomorrow for breakfast. Then I’ll start dealing with you.”
Cedric let himself fall down, almost slumping, in the next best high-backed chair, as David simply refused to leave the room, remaining with legs apart and hands crossed over his chest in a rather defiant position. William kept observing them. A thought crossed his mind and his body started to throb. Could it be possible? Or just…No, it could not be, and yet…
The servants filed out immediately after being given the freedom to do so. Only James, David’s own butler seemed to hesitate. David felt the need to reassure him to leave for the day and the next. “Everything is just fine, James, go and visit that sister of yours for now, and tell the workers they shall resume their work next Monday.”
“Work?” William asked a bit astonished. “What work, David?”
“None of your business sir, just some rearrangements and cleaning in my own private rooms and the south wing that haven’t been used in ages, so I’d dare say no concern of yours whatsoever.”
William couldn’t help himself. He had to grin secretly. Well, David could prove himself quite a challenge in the time to come. A challenge he would like to tackle and perhaps... He frowned inwardly. Well, it remained to be seen whether and if...In the end, when the time came to make decisions, this very young man and challenge would have the final word. And then, they both, together with Cedric would see if David would indeed be equal to the task or not. For another brief moment his thoughts wandered away, to his friend from India. The old chap had suggested to William to come join him in the beautiful house he’d built in India, far from prying eyes where they could enjoy in private their pleasures and likes. It sounded enticingly inviting and provided the right opportunity to start anew their own relationship, broken when William had left to war again, at the fierce battle of Waterloo and his friend left for India, loathing the very idea of fighting again on the Continent. Maybe, if David proved to be at least half what he seemed to promise, he would accept the invitation in two years. He weren’t growing any younger, and his control would cease then, or later. And youth could be fickle, not admitting that some things that came to pass helped and prepared them to face the world, if they had inclinations such as the two in front of him. Better than being shown the door, to leave at his own choosing. But only if David would prove himself and Cedric wouldn’t ask him to stay. Strange, he loved the boy, yet he felt he had never been able to touch his soul. Maybe his way of loving, even if it was what Cedric craved and needed hadn’t been quite what Cedric had expected or the right measure or kind of it, and so he could not touch the very essence of Cedric’s needs and cravings. He straightened, recollecting from his thoughts and turned to the two expectant young men.
“Well, now that the issue of the servants is settled, I think we should retire for the day and this evening, shouldn’t we Cedric?” He eyed the two brothers. Cedric slouched deeper in his chair apparently pouting and filled of anxious expectation, whereas David stood straight and proud. Like a candle, or rather a beacon in the storm. Oh, yes, he was going to have his hands full with this one, wasn’t he? Yet, his weakness was definitely for Cedric. David was more of a shifter, harder, quicker to change between loves and sexes, the untamed one, more the dominator than the dominated. He wouldn’t bask like Cedric in praises after a heated session. No, not at all. He’d much sooner use time brooding and plotting how more offensive he could get. How much more defiance he could show. It irked him, and yet…the treacherous thoughts and reminisces of times past had been brought to his mind by this suddenly more matured David. It was going to take time and patience. Yet, if he would succeed, then, oh, then, the future’s promises were almost without any boundaries for the two twins. And perhaps for him, even if short-lived. Still a comfort for his mind when he would leave for India, to enjoy a last jolt of adventure and love passion now before his years’ winter would come. He snapped back his attention to present with a frown. “Stand up and follow me to our chambers Cedric. David, you just go to your rooms and stay there till I come for you”. His voice between severely threatening and faintly amused, with just the right amount of menacing softness, managed to shake the two boys from their own musings.
David threw a calming glance at Cedric, and left as bidden. Perversely, he enjoyed the idea of the respite for him. It would give him time to read from his new discovery. He knew that reading the confessions will keep him from thinking about what happened to Cedric. God, Cedric who was so willing, so submissive, so craving and wanting, and yet so scared of himself, the tutor and him: David.

He’d followed William to the well-known chambers on almost shaky feet. He was full of apprehension and reluctance. Falling…he’d grown so used to have his brother following him in love, passion and pain. So used to feeling the scent and touch of his brother. He was quite uncertain about his feelings for William now, as he’d had a glimpse into having his cravings fulfilled and anxieties about his “otherness” – yes that would have to be the word – soothed at the same time by his brother. A brother… who’d known to answer all his needs and wishes. Memories flashed before his eyes, while leaden feet followed William in submission and defeat. No wanton feel for William whatsoever since David’s fierce touch, since his hot lovemaking and even gift of delivering his body to Cedric’s attempts at being the lover wielding the whip and meting in the same eye-blink hot melting love. Falling…waiting…hoping…fearing…he almost hesitated to step over the threshold. They had arrived at their destination. Cedric looked around and, to his shame, felt the first stirrings of arousal. And still he knew it was not a good arousal. Not one promising ecstasy in the same breath with what came before that moment when he felt like suspended, to fall down content and relaxed in the arms of his twin. No, it was the kind of arousal born from fear, from mindless, numb anticipation of William’s whims and wishes and invented tortures. He stood there, not two steps inside the room, taking it in as if he’d never seen this place before: the large four poster bed, surrounded by mirrors and covered by its black silk sheets. The pillows, the golden threaded ropes that hung uselessly on each poster, it was, as if he’d almost forgot how the room looked like.
William came next to him and started disrobing him, all the time feeling his shivery trembling body, stirring lust and fear with his hands, as Cedric just stood there with head bowed and arms hanging helplessly along his body. William’s hand went to his fly, opened it and out jutted his erect penis making Cedric’s cheeks catch a rosy heated hue. William wasted no time taking him in his hands, and teasing his shaft to full erection. Cedric just stood there, accepting the touch, impatience laced with apprehension running through his veins, penetrating every part of his body, making goose bumps show on his heated skin. What will he feel? Would his coming together with William annihilate the pull David had on him? What was it that wonderful last night his last thought about David, that yet David didn’t…what? He left his head fall on William’s shoulder fully accepting the arousing and yet humiliating touches as William took off all his clothes, as if he were a child, the message in his hands being clear: you are my toy, my property.
William put a hand under his chin, and forced his head up. Cedric just gazed frozenly mesmerized in the face and eyes that searched and appraised him. Then William kissed him. Full. Open-mouthed. Possessive. Hungry. He felt the moment when William bit his lower lip. He didn’t even whimper. He didn’t try to escape the punishing kiss, while William’s hands held him in like in a wise-grip pressed to his body.
Finally William released his grip and made a short signal with his head, indicating Cedric to go sit in the tub.

There was no escape, no escape, as he felt his whole body starting to tingle and to yearn. Maybe he’d been wrong in betraying William with his heart and body. Maybe the love of his brother was nothing but too sweet and caring to give him what he truly merited for feeling and craving this, this…Forehead against the cold, impassive stone of the wall he bit his lips praying to be able to keep silence. The more he managed to keep it, the more praise perhaps and lack of true punishment, even though William seemed to be in honest to God dark temper. The wall, yes, that was best in living for the moment. Better to focus on the white, cold impervious stone. It had witnessed so much, so many moments that remained forever secret. Was there a thing like stone’s memory? He felt a deep groan burning to be born in his throat. He bit harder his lips. His hips were grating on the hard stone, he felt his own arousal. He could touch with bare skin the one of his master and lover. He relinquished the safety of burying his forehead in the stone, his head falling behind to rest on William’s shoulder, as William entered him in one swift, smooth movement from behind. The long denied groan escaped his lips, as his body jerked violently, trying to escape William’s punishing thrusts. Another needy groan escaped him as he tried to move his hands tied at his nape. It was an impossible attempt. All the time feeling the long, hard movements entering him, just to retreat, and then going seemingly even deeper inside his body. One of William’s hands released the grip on his hips, and moved jerkily, tugging at the lock of the cuffs. His hands untied, Cedric tried blindly to grope at the body behind him. But already William’s hands tugged again this time the nipple clamps signaling him to go down on his knees, just as he was retreating after one long last thrust from the body before him. He did it. It was sheer willpower and harsh knowledge of unthinkable punishment for failure to comply with the silent order. Then suddenly William was there, right before his eyes if he but dared to raise his eyes. Yet, he didn’t do it. Instead he let William tug at his hair, pressing his shaft in front of his eyes. For a short, hurt moment, he considered denying this pleasure to William, as it seemed much more of a violation now after his enchanted nights with David. William felt both, the hesitation and regret in Cedric’s body. It made him crave the more to want to subdue the young man kneeling in front of him.
He hadn’t yet found the relief he expected from his beautiful boy. And this short moment of reluctance and sorrow he’d sensed in his body, made him want all the more to go to yet unknown barriers of pleasure and pain with him. Just with this young male who’d been his world for the last couple of years, and seemed now ready to leave him hanging here, in the midst of nowhere sensually and emotionally. Cedric might lust for his brother more and only, but here, now and for the foreseeable future he had to accept that William was just as much part of his life and shared more, if not equally, possession rights over his body. Angered, he refused himself again full and complete relief, ordering Cedric to go and bend over the table. And Cedric knew that his hesitation was now to be awarded with just punishment. The young man stood up to do his bidding, and as he turned, William noticed with ill-concealed satisfaction his arousal. He knew, just like the young man who now went silently and bent over the hard wood, that punishment was the more harder to take in such state…and moments. As he watched the graceful manner in which the young man reclined and gripped convulsively the other side of the table tightly in his hands, spreading just a bit his legs, he considered which implement would burn more the sensitized body offered to him willingly and obediently. He breathed in and out with satisfaction anticipating the fulfillment of his needs. Cedric had spread his legs exactly as he liked him best, chest and burning face resting on the wooden table.
William went to the table and tenderly and hotly caressed the body displayed so gracefully for his own and exquisite pleasure. Cedric held his breath for a brief second, just to begin breathing again, silently, and expectantly.
“Good, Cedric, I am satisfied with how you stay. Just turn the other way your head. I want you to watch in the mirror what comes next. Shh…don’t say a thing. Just do it. And I don’t want you growing too noisy. We wouldn’t wish to use the gag now, would we?”
William went to the wall and selected several implements. A cane, a riding crop, and a short one-tongued whip and then laid them next to Cedric’s face. He started again caressing Cedric, as he bent over him, and gripped his shaft from behind stroking it to full arousal again. Cedric pushed his buttocks upwards, in the vane hope William might give in to temptation. It was useless, short-lived hope because William’s body left closeness just to reach for the riding-crop. Cedric didn’t want, but he held his breath, just to release it on a long whimper as the riding crop hit him fully on both ass cheeks. And he could see himself, jerking from the pain, all the time struggling not to move too much, mouth open as the pain-filled sound left his mouth, his own frown of pain and punished lust imprinted on his face.
Punishment – it was just this: pure, lust-, and jealousy-filled, unadulterated punishment. Now, in this moment he knew what David didn’t. David didn’t touch this very low and humiliating chord of his soul and body. With David it never was about pain and punishment in its most absolute forms of sensual and sexual deprivation. The pain David gave him was only arousing, just preparing him for long moments of love and pleasure-rich congress. It was a caring and carefully selected pain. It never lasted too long, and made them feel more desirous of the other, whereas the pain William gave him was…It was what he deserved. It was necessary for him to know that he was not truly someone to love or want to be around. He was an abomination. All his friends, the outside world would turn from him if they but knew…He gave another shout of pain and unrelieved sexual pleasure. Yes, he deserved each and every punishing touch of William, as he deserved the pleasure yet denied him. In what manner of world has he dragged his brother? Oh, God, if William could now show just the merest mercy and love, he would forever…he screamed again. He knew he’d lost notion of time and place. It seemed ages since he’d entered the playroom with William. How long was it still to the moment of his illusory and not very long respite? William had used riding crop, whip and cane alternately as he’d bent over the table, and now he was still suffering, still hoping for those few seconds of blissful relief, while William had him tied face up on the rack, legs wide spread… He had no longer the power to keep his eyes open, so as to be at least a bit prepared for what was done to him…he knew he just floated, simply existed in this territory of nowhere and nobody, where every breath, every movement just were – barely. Expecting, panting, twisting in his bounds, and always struggling to breathe, not to forget breathing…The very thought of such being possible while he heard his own harsh, elaborated breath, had him on the brink of painful hysterical laughter. Yet he couldn’t master this feat. Hours flew usually by, but now they seemed endless. Time had just come to still stand. Now, with him tied at the mercy of William.

He didn’t know, and didn’t want even imagine what happened in William’s pleasure rooms. Right now, he just felt his whole body tingling, as if Cedric tried to send him a silent mental message of what was going on in there. No, he wouldn’t allow himself to think about it. His steps led him in front of the safe. He opened it and stared with burning eyes at the silken cloth. Maybe there was the answer. No, actually, not the answer for him or his brother, but some insight that would also spare him in a way. Instead of trying to focus and breathe in the rhythm of the imaginings of Ced with William right now, only a corridor away, he would focus on the secret of the other brother…Robert…Had he been like Ced? Or had he been like him? No, he couldn’t have been like him. He was more like Ced, or perhaps even not like him. It was there…the answer about his ancestor. He needed to learn about Robert, and then needed compare his confessions to the ones of Bodwin. He hesitated briefly. Disrobed. Prepared to recline relaxed on his bed with a glass of cognac in his hand, delaying, anticipating when he would start reading the diary. It was thick and surely not a single night or mind you even one day read. Suddenly he felt like frozen, hair raising on his nape...oh, the pain of it…how, what had him prompted to think this? He returned to the safe. Better, far better to focus on reading and cease thinking about William alone with Ced.