Free Reads!! Wednesday Briefs – Innocence & Carnality Part 44

Just a reminder: Part One of Innocence & Carnality will  be coming to a close soon, and later pulled from the blog for future publication purposes. Part Two will be part of the finished novel. I will keep you up to date. Promise.

There will be future stories with the Wednesday Briefers and some version of I&C will still be found on Gay Authors.org along with most of my written work. Be sure to check it out.

Now… onto the next installment.

How will Nathan absorb the truth of this new reveal?

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Part 44

“You knew about this?” I asked.

Rother knelt to meet my father’s incredulous stare. “Of course I did, it was scheduled. Why do you think your personal items just arrived? He brought them.”

Even with his wrists bound and nowhere to go, Arthur shifted in some vain attempt at modesty. A furious blush stained the sheen of his sallow skin. Were I in Victoria, I would have averted my eyes, but Rother wished me to see this—needed me to see this. It was all part of my Delaga House education. The more I learned, the more my innocence eroded.

“He’s a regular client?”

“Be quiet, Rother!” my father snarled. With his current position, his demands would have been comical if the whole scene wasn’t so unseemly.

Rother patted Arthur’s head with the fondness of a pet. “Arthur’s accumulated himself quite a debt over the years. Samantha’s time is not for poor men.”

“Client confidentiality, Rother!” Samantha spat.

“Not in this case, my dear. Nathan has a right to understand.”

The silent communication between the men in my life spoke a litany of truths and tenuous confidences. Their eyes threw sparks of defiance back and forth, the challenge clear. It was only a matter of who would win out and my father was at a serious disadvantage.

Even stunned as I was, I watched for whatever Arthur tried to hide and Rother wanted me to glean. It didn’t take long.

“You exchanged his balance for my hand in marriage,” I said.

Rother stood and held my chin with a gentle touch. “We each had something the other wanted. I wanted a handsome, intelligent, and pure spouse to hold on my arm. While Arthur wanted to indulge in ways a nobleman couldn’t bring himself to ask for in Victoria.”

“A business transaction.”

Why this left me somber, I couldn’t say. It was hardly a revelation. All the fantasies of my youth and their rules and regulations were fast losing their power.

“Exactly.” He grazed his knuckles along my cheek. “But don’t let that sadden you, my sweet Nathan. You are still the grandest of all prizes.”

Samantha raised her voice in interruption. “A word, Rother.”

“One moment, my dear.”

“Now.”

Samantha gripped Rother by the arm and dragged him aside. The two began to argue over Delaga House’s sanctity of silence and how breaking into the session violated every principal they had. I cared little for the discussion because my eyes were focused elsewhere.

“Nathan, release me this instant,” my father said.

He used the commanding tone which made me quiver as a child. Seeing him tethered and naked, still quaking with the remnants of his eroticized abuse, only left me nauseous. His authority unraveled, I stepped closer, staring down my nose to give him a taste of the irony.

“Do you remember when I said those same words, father? Five years ago. The day you locked me in the chastity belt. I begged and demanded to be freed. You refused, of course, telling me it was required because my attraction to other men was sick and degrading. It was necessary to maintain my virtue to be sure some lord in a country far away might some day take pity on me and make me a proper gentleman.” I swallowed at the memories which haunted me to this day. “You called me a blight on the family that needed to be contained to prevent a shame that would doom us all.”

“I had no choice. Your future was at stake. Now unlock me.”

I gave a sad laugh through my gritted teeth as a tear rolled down my cheek. “No, you didn’t care one second about that. Your only concern was protecting your reputation like a good little Victorian. Protecting yourself from the perverse inclinations of your son, while you flitted off to Francine on one of your many business trips to do”—I gestured about the room—“this.”

My father yelped as I yanked free the phallus still embedded in his backside. Turning it slowly, I regarded it, my grip steady in spite of my revulsion. It was long and dense in my hand with a heft I hadn’t expected.

“All the etiquette and protocol forced on me… by you. Your grasp of honorable decorum is deplorable.”

Arthur’s demands began to border on desperation. “It was your duty. I did what was best for you. The key is in the cabinet. Unlock me, Nathan.”

“When I tried to unlock myself from that horrible belt and shamed myself in front of the family and staff, do you remember what you did?”

My knuckles whitened as I squeezed the dildo’s handle.

“You beat me, you miserable bastard!”

His head jerked as I cracked the toy across his face with all my strength. Rage blurred my vision as I bludgeoned my father over and over. I ignored the blood spraying the furniture’s leather, and the pained cries of the man who should have been my role model.

“Does this feel good, you sick piece of shit?”

“Nathan, No!” Samantha shouted.

There was no pleasure for him now. Our positions reversed, I wouldn’t allow it. I lost myself, years of pent up misery unleashing itself about his head and neck. He tried to retreat, but his restraints prevented it and he crumpled to the floor. I refused to stop.

The phallus was slapped from my hands. I surged forward, intent on continuing with my fists, but a flurry of hands pulled me away. When I fought it, the room flipped over in my vision. I ended on my back, slammed to the floor. Samantha loomed over me, pinning me in place.

“Stop this instant,” she hissed.

Blythe stormed into the room from the open viewing hall entrance. “Fucking hell! What’s all the noise?” He scanned the suite, ending with me. “What the fuck’s going on?”

Rother stood away from it all, looking oddly amused. “Well… that went better than I expected.”

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