Chapter 57: A Fine Round Of Personal Indulgence

Room 5, Tavern Room, The Backstreets, Boylston, England (1762)...

  The sound of the thick wooden framed headboard beating against the nearby elegant wall to the point of tearing at the paper echoed through the frequented favorite tavern room of none other than Casimir DuChaine as he found himself given to a rabid series of thrusts into the tight orifice of the rather cute pale blond lad that caught his eye in the wake of his drunken binge and subsequent issue with the knowledge that he was to be married in a few hours. He had been accustomed to having many bedmates in his time since his very first sexual encounter and had not planned to give up such freedom despite being in an arranged marriage. He had amended his dalliances to only good-looking young men mostly servants too ashamed to run off at the mouth about their exploits and ended his frequent trips to brothels, but that was as far as he was willing to go. 

Casimir had been enjoying his rather intense sexual romp thrusting his massive pale cock deeply into the whimpering naked lad beneath him as he growled and gritted his teeth given to the sheer sensation of unyielding pleasure as he pumped his hips into the lad's bouncing pale arse. He'd been quite stressed with the upcoming nuptials to Noreen even though it had been a marriage arranged by their respective fathers before Sebastian Duchaine's untimely demise courtesy of unruly privateers turned pirates, what had been worse had been the loss of relative closeness to his surprisingly temperamental younger brother Alain that bothered him most. 

While Casimir accepted the responsibility of having cost Alain his beloved girlfriend with his brothel drugging stunt, he had assumed that Alain had forgiven him for it when he elected to attend the engagement party of course, that had been before they even met Noreen. 

A low grunt escaped Casimir's lips as he continued to plunge his thick pale cock deep into the tight inviting arse of the cute blond lad he'd managed to lure into his bed. Sweat drenched his well-toned body making him glisten in the wake of the sunlight that peaked through the thick brown drapes that lined the far window. 

The moans and whimpers alike of the young blond lad had filled the room just as much as the labored grunts and aggressive commands of Casimir Duchaine as he continued to have his way with the helpless lad. 

"Take Daddy's cock you sniveling young whore." growled Casimir delighting in his favorite pastime more so than usual as his nerves had begun to get the better of him. 

He'd been a nervous wreck due to Alain not responding to the summons for the wedding, the altercation he had with him notwithstanding, Casimir had hoped that Alain would attend, he'd been his best man and only brother after all. Just as the handsome blond nobleman felt his testicles churn and his cock pulse before the floodgates had been opened and he filled the lad with his thick release before slowly kissing along his sweat-slick spine and pulling his deeply plunged cock out sopping and dripping from their act, he had heard the knock at the door and his heart had nearly skipped a beat. 

Only one had dared venture to a place like this to retrieve him whenever his parents had been much too busy or otherwise engaged to find him on their own. Casimir slicked back his sweat-soaked long blond locks and ventured toward the heavy wooden door leaving the whimpering pale lad's exposed arse high in the air amid soft bedsheets. 

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Room 5, Tavern Room, The Backstreets, Boylston, England (1762)...

  Alain Remington had stood with his arms folded across his rather elegantly clad chest as he resisted the urge to wrinkle his already large nose in disgust when it came to his elder brother's antics with younger men. While it was true that he'd always known of Casimir's fondness for shoving his cock up a tight pale arse, he had never been in accord with it. His brother's reasons for not wishing to get a lass pregnant with an unwanted bastard had only been part of the story, as Casimir had been quite fond of young frail-looking lads with a pale appearance and curly blond hair. 

He'd make them scream for hours taking them raw and hard depending on how sadistic he'd been in the moment and always forceful when he wanted to be. Alain resisted the urge to roll his eyes when he came to terms with the fact that this was the man that his beloved Noreen had left him for, the refined noble with a fetish for young tight arse and steady trim on occasion. 

Casimir opened the door as naked as the day he was born slick with sweat and his massive pale cock dripping from his recent romp and pulsing as he smirked seeing Alain face to face. The younger of the two brothers sighed as he took in the sight of his elder brother. 

"Did you forget you have a wedding to attend?" asked Alain in his usual sarcastic drawl. 

"As a matter of fact baby brother, I had fully recalled such an event and was wondering what took you so long to show up," replied Casimir with a charming smile. 

Alain tried his best to ignore his brother's nakedness and that of the lad lying on his belly in the center of the messy bed surrounded by wrinkled white sheets and articles of scattered clothing. 

He had no room to judge his brother outright, his own tavern room had looked every bit as much a mess as this one but he'd been more inclined to shove his cock into the lovely redhead peasant girl Cordelia than some scrawny young lad-faced down and arse up with little to no means of self-respect. 

"Get dressed you degenerate fool, we have a wedding to attend," said Alain stepping back from the door as Casimir scrambled to gather his attire. 

He'd looked back at the tight pale arse that had been on display since he'd last drilled it with his cock and smirked before closing the door in Alain's face and climbing back on top of the bed and impaling the lad once more given to the wave of lust that overtook him. 

Alain rolled his eyes as Casimir finished pumping the lad for all he was worth only to emerge thirty minutes later dressed and ready for the wedding that had been due to take place. Alain had not known if he wanted to participate in the absolute horror show to come but smiled to himself as he reminded himself of his own means of amusement as he traveled with his wayward older brother to the stagecoach that had been waiting for them outside.