The Naughty Ward (historical romantica)

(A/N: please note attempted rape warning for this part only)

"You're the one... I know you are... yessss, oh Christ.... yesss."

Alex groaned and shook his head, trying to get that hissing sound out of his ears. His mind was cloudy and he was doing his best to rouse himself, and yet a part of him knew it was better to stay asleep.

Someone was standing behind him. Arms circled his waist, gripped his shirt. The sound of tearing material echoed... as if he were in some sort of cave. Cold, boney fingers clutched his chest... greedily dug into him, drawing a guttural protest from Alex.

There was a rasping sound near his ear, he didn't want to acknowledge it for what it was... a few more minutes of ignorance, for it was said that ignorance is bliss. But as William said, bliss never lasted, and he forced his eyes open.

It was a dark place, dank and musty... cavernous. Was he in a cave? And what was that weight at his wrists?

When he tried to pull free, he realized his hands were suspended above his head. Hard metal cuffs and chains held him up. His heart skipped a beat when he realized it wasn't just his arms that were tied up above his head, but his legs were secured to the ground somehow, legs wide open.

The hand moved from his chest down to his breeches, releasing them to the ground. Suddenly, the hand grasped his shaft. Teased it... but it wasn't good. The movements were harsh and hurried, the hand rough, the fingers too knobby. "Stop... Please!" He jerked as the hand violated more of him, squeezing his sack. But that brought him into closer contact with the body heaving behind him. "William!"

Someone... a man not at all like his William... was pressed against him. He could feel the man's thin arousal... partial arousal... could feel the man rubbing against him, his breaths coming ever faster. "Yesss... yessss... yesss..."

Alex stood frozen, trying to make sense of the man's frenzied movements, and of the fact that though he was crying out as if in the midst of passion, the man was nowhere near to being as hard as William or himself when they were together. Disgusted, Alex tried to break free again, but he was bound too tightly... and his movements seemed to inflame the man, make him rub that much the harder against him, whispering... hissing that he was the one. Then he started to wheeze, and Alex's mind went back to a night so long ago.


“He needs to be broken in— I’m not quite sure you’re up for that task.”

“Bastard. Age will catch up with you too. Then you’ll have to find ways to cope. I have a fine collection of ... paraphernalia that will satisfy him without tiring.”

"No! Stop... let me go... bloody fucking hell... I don't want this," Alexander railed, struggling, trying to shut out the feel of those hands working him, and that thin cock rubbing against his ass. "William will kill you. He'll castrate you... he..."

* * *

Bribes and status were what got the Duke into the HellFire Club during daylight hours. He questioned the staff about invitations that might have been sent out to his townhouse, but no one knew about any unauthorized invitations. Eventually, he showed them the invitation to the virgin auction... demanded the clerks take a look at it and advise him if they recognized the handwriting. It was unlikely that anyone who didn't belong to the club would have known about the auction.

Again, he got nowhere, until he demanded to see their ledgers... where bids and room rentals were recorded. He ran his finger down the column of names and services purchased, and stopped on Milo's name. It was written in the same angular scrawl as appeared on the invitation. "Bloody - fucking - hell. I'm going to slice his cock off and feed it to him."

His Grace barely heard the gasps of the clerks as he strode out of the building.

Hours later, he put his head out of the window of his coach and yelled at the driver to move faster. William had gone to Milo's townhouse in London first, which had been an incredible waste of time. That was until he'd held a heavy candlestick holder against the butler's throat, until the man choked out his employer’s location.

Even before the coach came to a complete stop in front of Milo's country home, the Duke jumped out of the vehicle and was pounding on the door. Overpowering the butler was a small matter, and then he was off, checking every bloody room, calling out Alexander's name. Finding nothing, no one other than servants in the two-story house, he approached one of them. Before he even asked his question, the young man whispered, "below stairs."

William had checked every door, but he followed the boy outside the building and was shown a separate set of stairs that went into the cellar. "Boy, if that door closes, I will see you hanged," he snarled, stepping through it and walking down into the darkness.

A few lanterns hung from the walls. He could hear someone crying. Though his icebound heart leapt to his mouth, he knew it wasn't Alex. There were beds... chairs... manacles... boxes of Milo's toys. If he touched his boy... if he so much as...

"Help me... please."

William followed the sound of the whisper and found a cage... a small cage, with two young boys locked inside. He'd known Milo was strange and sick, but he'd never guessed he'd gone this far beyond the pale. He kicked at the wrought iron doors, each time a little harder, until the lock gave way. The boys scrambled out and were gone before he could say a word.

Wasting no time, he continued walking into the heart of the building and started to hear grunts. The sound of Alex pleading made his blood boil. He ran towards the voices, his boots striking the ground with force and announcing his presence. "Milo, by God I will kill you!" he bellowed.

Eyes glazed, Milo looked over at the approaching man with murder flashing in his freezing gaze. "William. What a pleasant surprise. I only have to pull this, and you'll never want him again."

That oily smile made the Duke stop and look up. Suspended over Alexander's head was a bucket. A cord attached to it was in Milo's hand.

"It will burn the skin off his pretty face."

"Bastard...” The Duke gripped the sword he'd unsheathed.

"Put it down, and watch us... oh yes do."

Alex looked dumbly at William. He was tired, so tired... for hours, Milo had tried to fuck him... for hours, he hadn't gotten hard enough to push inside. As Milo's punishment, he'd tasted the paddle on his ass... which seemed to excite the older man who'd try to mount him again, then quickly lose his erection. It made him sick... and sicker still to have William watch.

"I'll give him back after I've had him," Milo promised, and started to move against Alex with more vigor. With one hand, he gripped the cord, with the other, he dragged the boy's body up against his, swelling against his ass now that they had a spectator. "Oh yesss... oh fuck... yes," Milo rubbed himself harder and harder, trying his best to tease his cock into arousal.

"Milo... I'll give you anything," the Duke started.

"Just him, I want him... argh... come on boy, make some noise."

Alex cried out when Milo pinched his cock and ground into him.

"Again.. again..." Milo rasped, begging... praying... wanting ... Oh, he felt his cock twitch... it was coming alive again... he'd known, he'd known the boy would be the one.

"Again.. again," William mocked in the same desperate tone, "you can't satisfy yourself, let alone a young man, you slack-cocked, balless, over-ripe--"

"Stop. Shut your mouth," Milo panicked as he felt his cock soften again. "No, no, no," he shouted, pumping harder, wheezing, "I'm going to fuck him..."

"He... he feels like and over cooked potato..." Alex said, between gasps of pain. "He's been at this for hours, he's not like you, strong, thick, hard..."

William rolled his eyes as he noticed Milo's eyes glaze over again as Alex unwittingly turned the tides - the wrong way! "You have no seed to spill..."

"William..." Spurred by Alexander's words, Milo wanted to replay them in his mind and didn't like the interruption.

"You're going to rub his ass until your cock is worn to a nub, and you won't get anywhere."

Milo was on the verge of tears as he renewed his efforts.

"Why don't you let me fuck him. You watch... Then take over."

The suggestion hanged in the air between them. Milo stopped, pulled away. His cock hung uselessly between his thighs. The thought of watching the Duke, then pulling him off the boy at the critical time had its merits. "Do it. But if you don't listen to every instruction..." he tugged on the chord, and looked up at the swaying bucket.

"Every instruction," Nodding, the Duke approached and dropped his sword only when Milo demanded it of him. "Don't worry Alex, in a moment you will forget all this and be shouting for release," he said, exerting superhuman control to suppress all emotion from his voice.

"Just hurry up and get on with it."

Seeing Milo play with himself in an effort to maintain even the slight arousal sent a shiver of disgust down William's back, and he'd thought he'd seen everything. But the thought of this man rubbing himself all over his Alex...

Making the motions of undoing his britches, he started to speak. "I'm already hard for him, so bloody hard. Do you have something to prepare him with? I'm too big... and can't wait..."

"You'll tear him apart," the spittle was forming on the edges of Milo's mouth as he worked his cock, and it was coming alive.

"Yes, when push inside, and he'll be screaming. I won't be able to stop fucking--"

"And fucking and fucking," Milo's eyes closed, "oh..."

In that fraction of a moment, William grasped the cord at a point above Milo's hand, ripped it out of his hand, and then punched Milo square in the jaw. When the older man fell to the ground, his hand was still squeezing his cock.

"Get up..." William didn't wait for the man, bending down to haul him up, even while Milo's hand was still between his thighs. "You disgust me, but this... this is for what you did to him." It wasn't very sportsmanly of him, but the Duke finally allowed his emotions to rule his actions. Every time his fists slammed into quivering flesh and creaking bone, he felt just that much better. And yet, rage still blinded him, made him want more.... more than the pleading... more than the begging... the apologies, the senseless words...

But there was one word he heard.

Enough.

He looked over at Alexander, saw his face was turned as far to the side as he could turn it. "Enough Will."

His chest was still heaving, his fists aching to pummel Milo until even a whimper was too difficult for the man, but he wiped his bloody knuckles on the back of a chair, and got to work releasing his boy. First, he got his legs free, then his arms. Unable to stand, Alexander fell into his arms, and the Duke easily caught him. "Alexander?" There was no response, only a shaking of his shoulders. Holding him tight, the Duke stood over Milo. "If you're not gone in a few hours, I will see you at hangman's corner."

Delivering his warning, he strode away from the vile place. It wasn't that he didn't wish to see Milo dead, but a part of him knew that if he spoke to the authorities, Milo would point a finger at Alexander, and perhaps at William. William could ride the waves of gossip and speculation, he had plenty of times before. However, he didn't want Alexander in the limelight... the boy did not know how not to wear his heart on his sleeve. Not yet.

* * *

Sitting in bed, William watched Alexander take a last sip of wine and start to undress. The first night after he'd rescued him from Milo's clutches, he'd sat in the armchair in his room and rocked Alexander to sleep. They'd talked only a little, but it was as if the connection between them had somehow grown that much tighter. There wasn't a damned thing William could do about it so he hadn't tried.

Yesterday, he'd seen a ghost of a smile now and again from Alexander. It had turned into a bloody bright smile when he brought him to bed. Well, perhaps the smiling had come from more than one of them.

Today was a spectacular day. They'd gone hunting, and Alexander had taunted him with talk of acrobatics on horseback. When he'd reached a breaking point, William had thrown the boy into a deep pond. Naturally Alexander proceeded to drown... and although William was yet unsure whether it had been real or feigned... their post rescue antics would have shocked the neighbors. It was a good thing that his lands went as far as the eyes could see.

"Alex."

Alex glanced up, even as he struggled with the buttons on his shirt.

"You're killing me with all that fiddling about."

"I am? Good..." Grinning, he proceeded to fiddle with his breeches.

William's mouth went dry. "I'll get that as well. Come. Crawl up my bed."

Snowy shirt hanging open and giving William a view of his rippling chest, Alexander dropped onto the foot of the bed and slowly worked his way up, feeling his cock surge when he saw William drop his head to look at the front of his now semi open breeches. "See something interesting?"

"No, not really," he croaked as Alex's chest slid lightly over his legs, his cock, and then he was face to face with the boy.

"Liar." Leaning closer, Alex brought his mouth to William's, anticipating the assault on his senses that only this man was able to achieve.

Lifting his knee to graze Alex's cock, William slanted his mouth over Alexander's, almost laughing at the boy's reaction to his double attack. Sweet, he was so sweet... so needy. Pulling him closer, he pushed his tongue inside, moving it back and forth, stroking his palette, and tongue, darting it back and forth as Alex gave chase. He only needed to raise his knee a few more times, before Alex mounted it and was pumping against it, his breath coming unevenly. "You like that, do you?"

Shaking his head, Alexander protested William's desertion. "What... what do you want me to do now?" He glanced at the headboard, his cock aching at the thought of being taken against it again.

"The question is, what don't I want you to do," William countered, thinking of all the ways they could pleasure each other. In front of the fire, or perhaps a reenactment of their first time?

"William!"

His boy was impatient. A rare smile tugged at the corner of William's mouth, as he wove his fingers through Alexander's. He could see the boy's surprise at the tender gesture. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course," he nodded. "Whatever you want... anything."

There was a silence, the Alexander echoed, "anything."

That shadow... he didn't want it to blight Alexander's heart... his life. Tightening his grip, he spoke. "I'd never do anything to hurt you."

"I know." Alex bit his lips. "You want to tie me up...."

"No."

"Tell me then." He started to worry.

"Tonight... you'll tie me up."

Alexander frowned, it wasn't like William at all.

"And you'll call me Milo, and..." he squeezed Alex's hand to prevent the squeal of protest, "... and you will pay him back twice over, once and for all. Do you hear me?"

"William... no ... I...."

"Alex... Alex."

When William sat up and started to kiss away his protests, Alex could barely think. One kiss followed another, one soothing sound layered over the next, hands touching him, at first in calming caresses, and later, touches that were calculated to bring him to a state of full arousal.

Alex was almost mad with desire by the time he realized William had rolled over and slipped his hands through some sort of leather strap. He'd been grinding against William's hip, but now his heavy cock pressed repeatedly into the side of William's ass... flexing and releasing. "Will I...."

"Milo. I'm Milo."

"But William..."

"Milo... Come on, tell me what you think of me... tell me what you think of the way I fucked you..."

"You didn't fuck me..."

"I did, I fucked you... you were there, hanging in front of me, like a beautiful present and I fuck---"

"No!" Alexander mounted William, his throbbing arousal rubbing his entrance. William had prepared himself, Alex could tell that much even as he pushed inside, still protesting the claim that came out of his mouth. "You didn't fuck me, because you couldn't... because you couldn't get hard..."

"And that's your fault," William's fingers tangled in the leather strap, his eyes rolling back at the unfamiliar invasion.

"NO, no... you bastard, not my fault... not anyone's fault but yours." Alex started to fuck him, railing at him for all the wrongs he'd committed. "For hours, you kept me there... my arms hurt, my ass was raw... and you couldn't even do it... you talked and talked, and...hurt me... but you couldn't..."

As pain wracked his body, one part of William's mind tried to analyze why this was pleasurable for some men. He knew the physiology, but ... even with Alexander, it wasn't something he wished to repeat. Ever. But he fought against every instinct in his body and took the boys anger, and his emotion, and his vengeance.

Alexander railed, and wept as he thrust in and out, at one point almost choking William with his bare hands. But when he finally spent himself, he knew whom he was with, and he kissed the back of William's neck, and his cheek. "God... I love you." He understood the precious gift he'd been given, and would never forget it.

* * *

They stood in the courtyard, a few feet away from the coach. It had been the best fortnight in Alexander's life, but as William pointed out, everything came to an end. The servants had wished him well and said their goodbyes, and now it was he, William, the butler, and the coach driver waiting patiently. One of the horses gave a lonely neigh, that pierced the silence.

Wet hot tears slid down Alexander's cheeks as he stared at William's somber features. "William, don't make me go. I swear I will study... you can retain a tutor, don't make me go."

"Time will go faster than you think." Will put his hand on Alexander's shoulder and gave it an encouraging squeeze.

"Will please..." he swallowed around the hard knob in his throat. He shouldn't say it... he should keep it in, that's what William wanted of him. His mouth worked, but no sound came out.

William reached out and straightened Alexander's jacket, fixing his cravat, and finally wiping his tears with a gloved hand. "Do you know you were crying just like this the first time we met? You were about... well you didn't reach my hip, and you didn't want to come out of the coach when you arrived. Look at you now. Things turned out alright then, and they will now."

Alex started to sob, not caring about the presence of others. Hope flared when William pulled him close and hugged him tight, but the chate kiss on his cheek killed it.

"Your grace, perhaps--"

A cool piercing look had the old retainer trail off into silence.

"It's time boy." William pushed Alexander's unwilling figure into the coach, and then watched as the vehicle drew out of the line of sight. It was only then he allowed himself to sag slightly, his back no longer ramrod straight and proud.

"I'm sorry your Grace. I too remember him as a boy. Couldn't you..."

"The boy needs to grow up," the Duke snapped. "Have them bring my phaeton around. Now." It wasn't noon yet, but there were many places a man could get drunk and lose himself.


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