The boy and the man sat astride their horses at the line of trees of a copse on top of the hill, watching the huntsmen pursue a stag across the North Yorkshire estate of the country lord and War Ministry official near Harrogate. Seeing the two on the rise nearby, Lord Roger Haynesworth broke away from the chase and cantered his horse up to the top of the hill. He and the man, the Austrian munitions manufacturer Baron Wilhelm von Sternburg, conversed briefly, the two often looking over at the fourteen-year-old boy, Gabriel Beaventon, during the conversation. Gabriel, who was introduced to Lord Haynesworth only as the baron’s protégé, lowered his head of blond curls and looked diffidently down. He looked small, delicate, and vulnerable in the saddle of the muscular horse, although his diminutive, slim body did have good muscle tone.
At length Haynesworth brought his horse over close by the boy’s, lifted the boy’s chin up with a gloved hand to peer into his beautiful, soft-blue-eyed face for a long moment. After this brief pause to gauge the appeal of the boy, Haynesworth leaned into him and took the boy’s lips into a soft kiss. Gabriel readily yielded to him. Finding no resistance to the soft kiss, the lord gripped the back of the boy’s head and became more cruel with the kiss. The boy yielded him this, as well, raising a hand to the arm of the man’s hunting jacket merely to steady himself, not to try to push the man away. Even when the man forced his tongue between the boy’s lips, the boy yielded to him.
Gabriel was bent backward in the saddle from the strength of the embrace and Haynesworth had to put an arm around the boy’s waist to keep him from falling off the horse. Gabriel raised his arms, placing his hands on the man’s biceps, accepting the possessiveness of the kiss.
Baron von Sternburg sat, passively, in his saddle, staring off into the distance, his eyes following the stragglers in the hunt on the plain below.
Haynesworth released his embrace of Gabriel and turned in the saddle to exchange a few words with Sternburg. Satisfied, he turned back and spoke gruffly to Gabriel, who just lowered his head and nodded. Gabriel looked up in surprise and a second of fright, though, when his horse lurched, jerked its head up, and launched itself down the slope of the hill. The lord had lashed out at the horse’s rump with his riding crop. The boy knew how to ride a horse, though, and sank down in the saddle, allowing the horse its head, and pressed his knees into the beast’s flanks.
Haynesworth wheeled his horse around and took after Gabriel’s steed. Sternburg remained astride the saddle on the hilltop, watching Gabriel’s horse gallop off toward the estate stables, with the lord of the manor now in slower pursuit. Gabriel was headed where the lord wanted him to be.
When Haynesworth dismounted at the door of the horse barn and handed his horse off to a groom, the groom already was holding the reins of Gabriel’s horse and immediately turned to lead the horses away toward the nearby stable. Entering the dimly lit horse barn, Haynesworth found Gabriel sitting demurely on a hay bale, his eyes again downcast.
The lord’s spurs clanked as he walked over to the hay bale, lifted Gabriel up, encircled the boy’s waist with an arm, lifted his chin with the hand of the other arm, and took Gabriel’s mouth into a brutal kiss. Gabriel yielded all to the lord, his slight body slowly being enveloped in the lord’s overpowering one. The lord was much taller than Gabriel, and the boy was lifted off the ground. He raised his knees to hug the older man’s hips with them.
When Haynesworth undid and pealed down Gabriel’s riding breeches, Gabriel let his legs dangle and gave him that. When the lord unbuttoned himself, pulled his erection out, and forced Gabriel to his knees and Gabriel’s mouth to his cock, the fourteen-year-old boy gave him that as well.
And Gabriel offered no resistance as Haynesworth, throbbing with need, lifted him up and hoisted him into a saddle draped over the top of a nearby stall dividing wall. The boy merely whimpered as the lord used leather strips to bind Gabriel’s wrists to either side of the wall in a position that forced the boy’s torso forward and down to the top of the wall in front of the English saddle. His ankles were tied to hooks on either side of the wall behind.
Haynesworth pulled himself up onto the top of the wall--quite deftly for a man of his age, something late in his fifties and with his not quite obese but sturdy and muscular build. He slipped his feet into the stirrups of the saddle and crouched over Gabriel’s bound body. The boy cried out as Haynesworth forced the fat head of his cock into the puckered hole of the boy’s anal passage and thrust up. The boy jerked and gasped, but took it. Gabriel’s tight, but now well-used passage, slowly opened up to take the cock inside, as the lord impatiently stuffed it into the channel. The lord gave the boy nearly seven inches of hard cock, and, with a few gasps, moans, and groans Gabriel yielded to it like the conditioned boy whore that he was.
Then, mounted high on Gabriel’s bare buttocks, the lord was off and riding Gabriel’s ass. And riding it and riding it in a bouncy, long, deep-stroke ride, which included, as the boy whimpered and moaned and groaned with the fuck, strokes on the buttocks and thighs with the riding crop. Panting hard, Gabriel writhed under the brutal thrustings of the man riding him hard, but he took it. He knew there was more to come, and in some ways he couldn’t wait to know what that “more” was going to be.
The man rode him for nearly a half hour, going stiff whenever he approached an ejaculation, edging Gabriel expertly, getting every bit of pleasure he could while mounted on and riding the boy.
When he’d finally ejaculated, the lord dismounted, released Gabriel’s bindings, and helped the boy lower himself to his knees on the straw-strewn floor. Then Lord Haynesworth just turned and walked out of the barn and up to his palace on the hill. The baron had made it down to the yard outside the barn. When the lord had passed him, nodded, and muttered, “He will do nicely,” Sternburg went into the barn and helped Gabriel to his feet and back into his riding breeches.
He nodded and murmured a terse, “Good job. He’s pleased. He will want you again in an hour or so. Remember that, with him, your surname is Hardy, not Beaventon.”
Earlier that month, Gabriel’s father, Lord Beaventon, had tracked Gabriel’s American heiress mother, Katherine Hardy, down with the ultimatum of returning Gabriel to England to start at Beaventon’s chosen school for the fourteen-year-old lad, Rugby, in Warwickshire, in the fall or suffer seizure of the Hardy family’s holdings in England. Katherine had no doubt her divorced husband could and would do that and the loss of the family’s English holdings would bankrupt them. She cabled back her assent.
Katherine didn’t think she could handle the demands of her former husband alone, though, and she turned to her current lover, Baron Wilhelm von Sternburg, for help and support. The baron was more than happy to aid her--or to make appearances of doing so. He had business to do in England himself. War was brewing in Europe in the mid 1930s. Sternburg had munitions to sell. He was doing well with the Italians and Germans. He wanted to do just as well with the English. He already had established connections with Lord Roger Haynesworth, an English country lord and high up in the British War Ministry. Haynesworth held sway over the arming of Britain’s army.
Haynesworth and Sternburg had initially met in a Paris male brothel, where they shared notes on their mutual fetishes for the charms of fourteen-year-old boys. Sternburg’s liaison with Katherine Hardy wasn’t built so much on the charms of Katherine, although she was a beautiful and willing woman, as it was with the beauty and malleability of her fourteen-year-old son, Gabriel. Sternburg had seduced and initiated the boy and over the past two months had used him as a pawn in munitions deals with Italy and Germany.
The need to bring Gabriel back to England for school upon the boy’s father’s demands and Katherine’s begging for Sternburg’s help had neatly fallen into place with Sternburg’s plans to use Gabriel in yet another round of business negotiations. There was time between the return to England and the need to turn Gabriel over to his father for Gabriel to be of use in the baron’s negotiations with Haynesworth. Gabriel was malleable, being a slave to the baron’s cock and willing to do the baron’s bidding to remain in Sternburg’s good graces.
The boy increasingly was addicted to cock and would lay down for almost anyone the baron pointed to.
Katherine was blind to the true relationship between Sternburg and her son and was only too happy to turn the boy over to her lover to hide from his father for a couple of weeks. Sternburg subsequently had promised Haynesworth the use of Gabriel in any way he saw fit for a week of that time. He knew that Haynesworth had some kinky and extreme fetishes. It was time for Gabriel to enlarge his realm of sexual experience.
The yielding young Gabriel was willing to do whatever the baron wanted him to do.
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