Gretah walks me into the Master's study and helps me unload and arrange the different types of cigars from the humidor onto a silver tray. It's the first time I've been in here without him and I take the opportunity to look around. I even get a chance to leaf through the papers on his desk while Gretah is distracted. To my disappointment, everything is written in french. Dammit!! Alright, no big deal. I can always take pictures of this stuff later on and have it translated. I decide to forget about it for now in favor of more pressing business. After our trip to the study, it's down to the basement for some Single Malt Scotch and Vintage Port Wine. We meet Teo upstairs where he's already got an assortment of coffees, cappuccinos, Irish Creme and Kahlua alongside a spread of dip, cheeses and crackers fit for kings. Not a moment later, the Master comes downstairs to inspect our presentation. All three of us look up at him awaiting his praise. Inwardly, I feel silly. I shouldn't care what he thinks; but that's when it dawns on me that I honestly do. Somehow in between pretending, I conditioned myself to be this bumbling butler, feeding on the meager tablescraps of his Master's affection in between emotional beatings. My stomach lurches. The price just became too high. Right after this meeting, I'm going to quit. I don't give a shit how it makes me look to the Gilliantes, or to the squad. None of that matters more than the integrity of my soul.
"Very nice." The Master clasps his hands happily. He displays that wrinkly smile that made him look almost pleasant the day I met him. "Good job, all of you." He specifically looks at me when he says this, and instantly, my spirits are lifted. "Now places, everyone. We will have company in a matter of minutes."
"Yes, Sir!" We say in unison, and instantly break our little huddle in different directions and get to work dusting, spreading throws onto the seats and laying out last minute silverware. I glance back at the Master and he seems very pleased with seeing us all busy like this. A moment later, the doorbell rings. He doesn't have to say a word; I'm on it. I open the door to reveal the Teddy Roosevelt-type character I originally had fitted for the Master. Behind him is a tall, lanky butler twice my age.
"Good Morning, Sir." I make sure not to look this man in the eye.
"Ahh, you must be Clement!" The man laughs boisterously. "Tell ol' Baxter his friend, Rodger Forbes is here."
I nod and open the door for them both. "A Rodger Forbes to see you, Sir." Hey, that sounded professional. I'm getting a little too good at this.
"Roddie, you old bird!" Baxter meets him halfway with a melodramatic embrace.
His friend looks around during the hug, scanning Teo and Gretah. "Baxie, where's that son of yours? I thought you said you'd convince him to come this time."
"Bah. He's not interested." They walk together and Gretah pours a cup of expresso, handing it to Rodger. He just takes it without even looking at her. Baxter continues with a scowl on his face. "Too busy tending to that godawful greenhouse of his. One day I'm going to burn that nuisance down."
Rodger laughs, taking a short sip. "Screw 'im, then. More fun for the rest of us. I'm starving, let's eat!"
"Clement?" Teo passes by me on his way to the kitchen. "Seat the Masters while Gretah and I bring out breakfast, will you?" I nod. "Good boy. Relax, you'll do fine!" He gives me the "thumbs up" as he and Gretah disappear into the kitchen, leaving me all alone.
"Right this way, Sirs." I guide them into the dining room, and before we get there, the doorbell rings again. "Um. Breakfast will be served momentarily. Please excuse me." I walk briskily to the door to reveal a tall, athletic man in his early 50's. He has with him a beautiful young blonde girl in hunting gear, probably his daughter. She, like Thaddeus has a perfect ivory smile and a tanning salon complexion...though she's considerably darker. He tells me his name and just as I'm announcing him, another car pulls up. In total, there are five men and that one young blonde, whom I find out is in fact his wife. (This is not including Rodger's butler, who apparently follows him everywhere, even to the bathroom.) All throughout breakfast, the young lady insists on giving me these long, lustful stares. I, of course advert my gaze uncomfortably, wishing this would end. I keep thinking about the DNA samples I sent in the other day, and if they matched, that means I get to leave this nightmare all the quicker. That thought keeps me cheery the entire meal. Though my stomach does grumble a bit from watching them eat. I wish I'd had something at breakfast after all. After roast pig and poached eggs, it's cigars all around; even for the lady. I go around lighting them without even having to be told, then immediately after, open all the windows before the room has a chance to thicken with smoke.
I pay close attention to what they talk about. They're specifically going to a place called Saint-Marie Island. The Master is looking for something called a Dronga. Rodger has his mind set on bagging a Flat-Tailed Tortoise. The young lady just wants a Mouse-Lemur and a Cheirogale for her collection. I find out later that her husband had a Snow Leopard cub stuffed for her to sleep with. A REAL one. It makes me sick to my stomach, and all the more determined to do what I first came here to do. Which means that right now I have to swallow all this hate, all this anger and empathetic pain and be a butler. Earn their trust, learn more secrets to use against them. It will make sending these demons to prison all the more satisfying.
All in all, I surprise myself. My performance is nothing short of staggering, and I think I've managed to floor the Master as well, because as they're packing their things to leave, he approaches me. "Clement," He puts a hand on the side of my face and I can't help but look him in the eyes. "You did good today." He doesn't smile. "I see now what you're capable of and I expect this caliber of performance from you from now on. Consider yourself off probation."
I give him this big, doofy, wide-eyed grin. "Oh, thank you, Sir! I won't disappoint you again, Sir!" Somewhere in the back of my head, I'm wondering what happened to my vow to quit this dump.
"I don't need promises. All I want from you while I'm gone is to look after my rotten boy. He seems to like you. Get him whatever he needs, keep him happy. Tell him I'll bring something nice back for him when I get back on Monday." He lightly slaps my cheek. "And do me a favor, next time, let Gretah clean the paintings in the courtyard."
"Hahaha." I blush heavily, adverting my gaze, realizing I'd forgotten to straighten that one painting. "Yes, Sir. Have a pleasant trip, Sir."
He nods and gets into the car. Gretah follows him carrying his tons of bags. I gasp, not realizing she'd be going with him. "Be good, Clement." She points at me as the chauffer closes the door on her.
"Wait!" I run up to the car door and Gretah rolls down the window. "Gretah, I thought you'd be with me. What do I do?"
She scrunches her face, which makes her look kind of like a pig. "You know what to do. Clean the table, do the dishes. Master Thaddeus got in late so don't wake him until lunch. After that, it's back to your regular routine. Don't break anything or burn the house down. If you need help, ask Teo. I'll see you in four days." She rolls the window back up and the car takes off, leaving me all alone in this death gallery until Monday. All alone with Thaddeus. All alone with these corpses, staring at me with their fake little glass eyes, begging me to avenge their deaths. I sulk back inside to the dining room and fix myself a heaping portion of leftovers.
By the time Teo and I get all the food put away and I clean up both the dining room and sitting room, it's time for lunch and I have to walk into the belly of the beast. By now, my brow is drenched in sweat and my eyes are all glossy from exhaustion. I make my way up the stairs to Thaddeus' room and knock lightly on the door. No answer. I turn the knob and it opens with a soft creak. I take the liberty to walk in, spotting a shadowed figure sleeping upside-down on his bed.
"Um, S-S-Sir?" I open his curtains a bit but he doesn't wake up. Oh christ, would it be too much to ask for him to have died of alcohol poisoning in his sleep?? I move closer to him, admiring how he just tore his clothes off and fell asleep at the foot of the bed with his arms hanging off. Thankfully, there are no mounted animals in here, just different plants and a crapload of shelves to hold useless little trinkets from all around the world. He's got a huge tattoo of a gnarled tree in full color on his back that stretches down his spine and disappears into the waistband of his underwear. Boy, he really, really likes his plants. I find it so strange that he could be so into nature when his father holds so little reguard for it. "Sir?" I kneel down by the foot of his bed and crouch down a bit to try and see the face that's buried in the blankets. He doesn't move. I boldly touch his bare shoulder. Still warm, but still not stirring. "Thaddeus, wake up, it's time for lunch." I sigh and slump my shoulders. "Damn, you're a heavy sleeper."
"Mmm." He groans softly, but doesn't move.
"Ahh, so you are alive." I smirk, putting a hand on his head to smooth out some of his hair. I allow my gaze to roam over his tattoo and some of the trinkets while trying to further nudge him awake. "C'mon, time to rejoin the waking world. Teo made your favorite...whatever that is."
I suddenly feel his hand slide up my extended arm and onto my shoulder. "Birds in a Basket." He picks his head up just enough to grin at me.
"What?" I stare at him wide-eyed.
"That's my favorite; Birds in a Basket." He looks almost charming like this, if I didn't already know he was the world's biggest prick. "It must have taken a lot of courage to come in here after I threatened you last night." His grin fades, now it's only his blue eyes staring longingly into my grey ones. I'm emotionally taken back to that moment and I immediately withdraw my hand from his head and sit back out of his reach. He blinks a few times, staring at me in awe. "You're so sensitive." He remarks, slowly sitting up, not once taking his eyes off me. "I've never met anyone like you. How can you go through life that way?"
"You knew my name ahead of time." I blurt out, not really knowing why. "You looked up what it meant. That's why you knew it when you met me." His eyes widen a bit, then his mouth opens to say something, perhaps a denial, but he stops himself at the first syllable. "I looked up Thaddeus. It's greek; it means 'God's Gift'. God is supposed to stand for kindness, love and good will, and you give none of those things." His face drops in shock. I scramble to my feet, backing up towards the door. "I don't care if I'm being paid. Respect is a two way street." I quickly back up out the door and close it behind me. I'm out of breath. What did I just say to him in there, am I insane?? First I pull down the Masters curtains, then I drop paintings worth more than I'll ever see in my lifetime, then I spill gravy on the Master, and now I tell off his son? I'm the lousiest butler that ever lived!!
"Clement?" Thaddeus peeks his head out to see me rubbing my face in a mounting panic. I don't look up at him. I keep thinking I should appologize but I can't find my voice. What is it about this guy that makes me so weak and timid? He comes closer but I turn to face the wall, my head still buried in my hands. "Clement?" He repeats, now with a more authoritive tone.
I drop my hands and slump my shoulders, finally meeping out, "I-I-I know, I'm s-s-sorry, I just...I dunno what..."
I can tell he's standing behind me now. "Look at me." He waits a moment while I shake my head no, still facing the wall. I don't want him to see my face; I can't let him know how badly he gets under my skin. "It's alright, I'm not angry, but I want you to turn around." I hear him sigh. "Please, Clement." He says the word like it almost pains him to use it. "Please turn around."
I don't know why, but I do. I tell myself it's because I want to encourage him to be nicer to me. My red face and puffy eyes affirm his suspicions. He gives me a soft, understanding smile. It makes him look so much different than what I'm used to. I find myself staring into his eyes again. He puts his hands on my shoulders, and I don't know what comes over me but I hug him. He doesn't hesitate for a moment to wrap his arms around me. "I'm sorry." I whisper hoarsely. "I didn't mean those things. I think you're a hero to your plants. Your room, that greenhouse... it's like an oasis of life on an island of death."
He snickers and holds me close, putting a hand on the back of my head. "That might possibly be the nicest thing anyone's ever said about me." He's doing it again, stroking his hand through my hair like he did last night in the bathroom, only now I let him. "You really are different. You're so gentle and sincere, but I can tell that you can't stand this job. You're so awkward and unnatural at it... I'll bet your folks forced you into this." He sighs, now stroking my back lovingly. "And I'll bet you hate them for it."
I realize this may be our common link. If I can get him to connect with me on some level, he might be nicer to me, and I might be able to get some of Daddy Poacher's secrets out of him for my investigation. "You really are brilliant." I mutter timidly into his chest.
"Of course I am, silly boy." He pulls away a bit, tucks his hand under my chin and lifts my face up to meet his warm gaze. "I told you that when we first met."
"I just needed to get to know you better, I guess." He can't eat up this praise fast enough. With his upbringing, it's no wonder he's so desperate for this kind of attention. Now that I'm thinking about it empathetically, if I'd been in his situation, I'd probably be a pompous asshole too.
"You're such a sweet boy." He croons, caressing the side of my face. I let myself enjoy it, telling myself that this was part of the job. Gather intel no matter what the cost.
"When you said that you wanted me..." I lean my head up suggestively, like I was about to kiss him. "Was that just because you were drunk, or--?"
"No," He gasps, gripping my body tight. "No, I've been wanting you since I first laid eyes on you." Our lips are so close that I feel his hot breath beating against my face. That same dark, hungry look possesses his features and I'm so excited that I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my head.
"Then give me something about this job I'll enjoy... Master Thaddeus." I grin at him, arching a brow. I can't say this is the first time I've seduced another man, but it's the first time I hoped to get something out of it besides a good time. "Tell me how I can best serve you?" My hands roam all over his bare chest, heaving from desire and searing hot to the touch. His fingers clutch at me desperately, pushing me up against the wall with a violent thud. His body presses up against mine as his tongue pushes into my mouth with an angry, raw need I've never felt before. My whole body tenses but it's partly from fear. However passionate he's kissing me, touching me and rubbing against me, I feel something monsterous just underneath the surface. It waits for him to penetrate me so it can devour me whole.
I don't care anymore, I want the suspense to end. If it's going to happen, I want it to happen right now. My trembling hands reach down the back of his underwear, grabbing huge fistfulls of his ass. He moans and leans to the side, sinking his teeth into my neck. Using my grip on him, I yank him into me so that our packages push up against each other. "Ugh!" He grunts out, letting go of my goosepimpled flesh. "God, I want you so fucking bad....Augh!" He gasps as I slam him hard into me again.
"Then take me." My tongue lashes across his lips. He responds by biting his lower lip and smiling at me. "C'mon, right up against that sink like you wanted last night." I bite his lower lip as well, dragging him into another kiss. We grind on each other more deliberately now, wildly dry humping each other against the wall like a couple of desperate sex fiends. He struggles with the buttons on my uniform blindly for a few moments before resolving to tear it off me in frustration. It only dashes gasoline onto the already raging fire in my loins.
"I don't think I can make it that far." He groans, yanking my pants down over my hips, making my cock spring up in anticipation. His hand grasps for it almost immediately. The warmth of his skin sends a shock of pleasure up my spine and back down my legs, making them wobble. I step out of my pants, pulling his cock out of his underwear at the same time. "I need you right now!" My arms wind around his neck as he kisses me again. He grips both my hips and twists us around so that my back is towards his bedroom, then walks me backwards through the doorway. All the while we're making out hungrily, his fingers squeezing my ass so rough it hurts. My cries of pain and arousal are swallowed by his gaping, greedy mouth as fast as I can release them. We land hard on his bed and he wastes no time crawling in between my legs, pushing my knees back with his broad shoulders far enough where our tongues can connect once more. His hips push up against my exposed ass. We're both panting so breathlessly that we can't even kiss anymore for need of oxygen, and yet our tongues refuse to stop duelling.
"We...ohhh, we need...." I gasp out at him in between passionate lashings of our tongues, feeling the throbbing, weeping head of his cock press anxiously against my pucker.
"In the..." He groans back, motioning to his nightstand, unwilling to part with my mouth long enough to finish his thought. Both he and I blindly reach for the drawer at once, but he's the one who emerges with a small bottle of some kind of cool gel. He breaks the kiss to watch as that stuff squirts all over his cock and my eager opening. I spread my legs for him in welcome.
"Hurry up and get that thing in me, Master Thaddeus. I can't wait to please you." I bite my lip and give him my best "naughty boy" look.
"Ohhh, you're in such trouble, little servant boy. I'm gonna give you the ride of your life." He sits up on his knees, rubbing the head of his cock against me to spread the lubricant evenly. To my surprise, he wraps his gel-coated hand around my dick. Our eyes meet and he gives me a warm, knowing smile, as if to say, "betcha didn't see this coming". And I didn't. I pulse my shaft in his hand and he begins stroking me; light, teasing, deliberate strokes. It drives me nuts; I grind the back of my head into the pillow, groaning, shutting my eyes tight.
I feel him push his bloated crown slowly past my ring and I wrap my legs around him again. I reach all the way down past his hand, feeling his length disappear inside me. He drives that thing all the way to the hilt and leaves it there, making it throb so blissful in my guts. I love the way he stretches me, the way he teases my cock; no pain, no stress, just that beautiful piece of meat filling me up to the brim. For this long, euphoric moment all my senses are on overdrive. My hazy, clouded eyes take in every inch of his thin, wirey body; taut with determination and flushed with arousal. I can feel his racing pulse through his shaft. I can smell his salty, musky scent mixed with stale booze. Time seems to stand still as this man who used to infuriate and frighten me now brings me to the brink of ecstacy. It's too big and too complex for my brain to grasp right now.
"Fuck me, Master." I meep out weakly. And with that, he withdraws from me and pushes in again, all the way in a single stroke. My hips rise up to meet him and my heated cry drowns out his grunt. Again and again, his cock spears into me and it draws these guttural, animalistic screams that would make the neighbors think all the stuffed beasts in the vast hallways of this crypt have come alive.
"Ohhh, take it, baby boy!" He roars above me, now yanking on my leaking dick like he means it. "We have this place all to ourselves for a good long while, and I plan on fucking your adorable little brains out on every conceivable surface of this estate." He grins with gritted teeth, probably making a mental list already.
"The dining room table, Master." I grunt, squeezing my knees around him to pull him closer to me. I'm so out of breath, I can barely speak. "The staircase.....and in the kitchen...."
"Oh god, yes. That would be nice, wouldn't it? Next time the old man eats dinner at that table, I get the satisfaction of knowing we spilled our sperm all over it...and his dishes, and his chair?" He thrusts himself into me harder as he says this, getting turned on even more by this filthy, depraved method of rebellion.
"Aghh! Oh, Master!" I cry out raspily, trying to get the words straight in my spinning head through my mounting orgasm. "We can...go into that study of his, you can bend me....over the....the...ohhh god...OHH GOD..."
"Over the desk....yes, baby boy, we'll do that." He watches my face, his hand keeping up the sweet rhythm on my dick, knowing I'm just about to climax. "And you can dump your thick load all over his papers and shit. All over the floor. Oohh, fuck!"
"AGGHH! Ohh, Master Thaddeus, here I cum for you!" I squeal and push back all the way on him, impaling myself on his shaft as I blow thick streams all over my chest. I'm still thrashing against him when I feel him squeeze my thighs, sit straight up and gasp, his mouth hanging open.
"Ohhh, Clement!!" He groans, pumping his scalding hot seed deep inside me. "Take it, take my load, you dirty little boy!" He finishes off, lowering himself down flat on top of me. His hips are still bucking slightly against mine long after the orgasm is over, refusing to let the intimacy end. We wrap our arms around each other and kiss once more in between quick grabs of air. This time it's soft, sensual and tender. A few minutes of this and it occurs to me that neither of us have gone down; that we're just waiting for our second wind so we can go at it like animals again. This makes me smile. I haven't been at it this hot and heavy since my high school days. All I've had since then were older men from clubs who were one-hit wonders.
"Can we, Master Thaddeus?" I run my fingers lovingly through his desheveled hair, and our eyes meet.
He displays this broad, sexy, mechevous smile at me. "In the dining room?"
"Uh-uh." I shake my head vigorously, taunting my thick, square nails down his back. He grunts and arches a bit. "We're gonna be alone for a long time. Let's go all out; let's fuck in his study."
He laughs. "You're insane. He finds out and he'll fucking kill you. Not me, you."
"I'll have it long since cleaned up by Monday. And I'm sure you know how to get the security tape." I lean up and kiss him again, and he chuckles against my lips.
"I do, and I suppose I can think up a use for that security tape in the future."
"Are you allowed in there?" A bit of a challenge is in order to fuel the furnace of that rebellion I saw just minutes before.
"Pssht, allowed." His brows knit in anger. "He doesn't let anyone in there but I know all his stupid codes. I can go in there anytime I want."
"Well then?" My hips buck against him and he hisses through his teeth, gripping me tight. "I know the thought of it turns you on, Master, and I want to help you fulfill all your naughty little fantasies." He doesn't respond, he just sighs nervously as I tug at his spent cock, clenching my ass around it. "Please, Master." I plant soft kisses all over his face and neck. "Let me satisfy all your desires."
"Alright then, naughty boy." He sits up and slides out of me. "You've got your work cut out for you because we're going to tear that shit up. Let's go."
"Oui, Monsieur." I give a mock salute. That's about the only french I know.
"Venez avec moi, amoureux." He holds out his hand and I take it with a smile. Just as I suspected, his french is perfect.
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