Doing Damian
Copyright© 2024 by ChrisCross
Chapter 11: James, on the Road to George Town
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11: James, on the Road to George Town - Fourteen-year-old, androgynously beautiful Damian Stanton is pulled from his boys’ school in England in 1914 for fear that the older boys at school will do him as both they and his tutor have already done him. He is taken to the family’s rubber plantation in Malay, where all the men also want to do him. While the plantation men jockey for Damian, they do each other.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Ma/mt Consensual Hypnosis Mind Control Gay Fiction Farming Historical Workplace InLaws MaleDom Light Bond Rough Orgy Interracial White Male Indian Male Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Massage Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Public Sex Teacher/Student
I don’t know why I let Fahmeed attain this control over me. When the telegram came from George Town telling me of Jane’s pregnancy, I was ecstatic and on top of the world. Fahmeed, who had delivered the telegram to me, stood there, smiling his enigmatic smile, ready to manipulate me to his will. It was as if he knew what was in the telegram, although it was still sealed when he placed it in my hand. Or was it? Of course I had not checked it for signs of having been opened. I had no reason to think that it would be.
“You must go to her,” he said.
And of course he was right. That was the natural thing to do. My whole future was growing inside Jane. Everything I had worked for. It was a boy; it must be a boy, although a girl would still inherit and give me power as long as she was underage.
“Yes, yes, of course,” I said. “I must go tell Damian forthwith. We must pack and ride for George Town. We’ll have to take extra horses, of course, as the roads will be nearly impossible to traverse and the mud will be exhausting for our mounts.”
“You will not take Damian. You will travel alone.” I was shocked by the steel in Fahmeed’s voice, and I snapped my head up and saw him for the first time since he had placed the telegram in my hands. I could see now that Jane’s pregnancy fell in with his plans as well as they suited mine—possibly even more so. I had a moment of clarity. Fahmeed wanted me to go. And he wanted Damian to stay. My position wasn’t solidified yet. Damian was still the only male in the Stanton line. And Fahmeed controlled—and used—Damian as fully as he did me. I could not countenance this.
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