As usual, this story is purely fictional.
To those who are concerned with such things I will forewarn you that there are moments of cruelty and domination in parts of the story, but I hope you will enjoy it nonetheless.
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MASTER OF THE HOUSE
M y name is Samuel Linton and this is my story.
A ccording to my birth certificate I was born in the Year of Our Lord 1863 in the parish of Ladyton, mother Elizabeth Linton, Spinster; father unknown. This is the first lie about my life, everyone in the village knew who my father was, it was young Master James Preston, son of the Lord of the Manor of Preston Castle where my mother was a kitchen maid. By not naming the father, which would have done her no good anyway, she kept her job and her home and was allowed to keep me rather than have both of us sent to the workhouse.
M y early years are hazy but I do know that at the age of five I started attending the local school where I learned to read and write, as well as receiving my religious education. At the age of eleven my schooling finished and I was given a job in the house as the junior houseboy, getting up at 5am and fetching coal by the bucketful to allow the maids to get the fires lit before the family got up in the morning. For the rest of the day I fetched more coal as required as well as bags of potatoes, baskets of vegetables and whatever else had to be taken into the house. I also helped carrying dishes and pots to the scullery after they were used.
W hen I was twelve my mother died, worked to death at the age of thirty and for the first time in my life my father, now Sir James, spoke to me. I was ushered into his study by the junior butler and he sat behind his desk. The desk had been a gift to his grandfather from the king and was his pride and joy, only the senior housekeeper was allowed to clean it. He told me that my mother had been a fine Christian woman and a good worker. He also told me that I was to be promoted to a junior footman's job at a salary of £10 per year: he never once took his eyes off his precious desk.
O ver the next six years I worked hard and was, among other duties, valet to Master William when he was home from School. He was sixteen, a quiet boy and my half brother. By this time I knew my family history but I also knew better than to mention it. I did understand, though why Lady Dorothy treated me with a particular coldness.
O ne Friday in March, Sir James received a telegram and rushed from the house in his small two-seater coach. When he returned he had Master William on board; Master James had all his luggage with him. Below stairs was buzzing with rumour and counter-rumour. Master William was seriously ill, Sir James was unable to pay the school fees, even that Master William had got a young woman into trouble. I was sent to unpack Master William's things but I learned nothing. For a week there was no hint of what was happening other than my instructions that I would now be full-time valet to Master William along with my other duties, in other words he was home to stay.
O n the following weekend Sir James and Lady Dorothy went for a weekend in Yorkshire at the home of Sir Edward Burton and as usual took his valet and her lady's maid with them. By the time they returned they had the full story, the servants there had overheard the family discuss Master William, even considering withdrawing the invitation to his parents in case any scandal broke.
M aster William had been involved sexually with an eighteen year-old boy, it had been going on for several years. He had helped his lover to seduce a younger boy and things had got out of hand, the young boy nearly died from injuries sustained in a severe beating. Fortunately no one, including the school or the parents of the victim, wanted a scandal so Master William and the other boy were sent home, they weren't even expelled, just told not to come back. I wasn't particularly shocked by the story although I couldn't work out what they had been doing. My own sexual experience consisted of being seduced by an older kitchen maid when I was 15, then being buggered by one of the footmen. I didn't particularly like either experience but when the footman tried to do me again, I switched him round and buggered him instead and that was much better.
M aster William was very quiet and withdrawn over the next few weeks, either reading in the library or walking the estate. One morning as he sat in bed drinking his morning tea and I was sorting out his clothes, he suddenly said "Samuel, I want to talk to you". I froze, in all my life I had been called Sam by the staff below stairs and Linton by the family, only my late mother called me Samuel. I turned and stood straight and said "Yes, sir".
"I
want you to sit down and talk with me, I haven't spoken properly to anyone since I came home and I feel as if I'm going mad. My father is avoiding me and my mother can hardly look at me, I have to talk to someone". "I don't think I am the person to speak to sir", I said. "Why not", he asked, "You are my brother after all". "I'm your half-brother, sir, but I don't think we should speak of that" I said.
H e insisted on continuing and he told me how he had met an older boy when he was 12 and they had 'done things' together. When he decided that Master William deserved it, the boy would beat him but recently he had seen a younger boy who took his fancy. He had made Master William seduce the boy and bring him to the other boy's room. He had abused the boy then beaten him, the boy had suffered severe bruises and had reported the matter.
M aster William kept saying "It's all my fault, I should be punished", then he looked at me and said "Samuel, I want you to punish me". I protested that I could not do such a thing but he insisted, ordering me to beat him, his father had washed his hands of him and he felt I was entitled as an older brother to take our father's place. He added that since he had robbed me of my birthright I had an additional right to make him suffer.
H e arose from his bed and lifted his nightshirt and said, "I want you to spank me until I can take no more, and turned to offer me his arse; a beautiful arse it was too. Although there was just over 2 years between us, I was a good 6 inches taller than him and much broader. While he was a delicate young man, I had spent my formative years lifting and carrying heavy sacks, my shoulders were large, my muscles pronounced and my big hands calloused. I reached for him and placed him across my knee and started to smack his buttocks, my first slap making him bright red. I continued harder waiting for him to say "Enough" but he said nothing. When I looked he had his nightshirt stuck in his mouth to stop him crying out. I felt I should stop but I found the whole thing exciting, my cock was stirring as I whacked him with all my strength trying to get him to surrender until I felt a wetness on my trousers. When I pulled him off me he had shot his spunk all over my uniform trousers, I was so angry I slapped his face hard before realising what I had done. I rushed from the bedroom to go and change, sure that I would be sacked, arrested and birched by the constable.
F or the rest of the day I was jumpy, making a mess when serving table, laying out Master William's evening clothes wrongly, but at the end of the day no one had mentioned anything so I began to think I had got away with it. The following morning I rose early, entered Master William's room quietly and laid out his day wear before he awoke, then continued with the rest of my duties. For the next few days I avoided Master William as much as possible, but other servants commented that he seemed to be cheerier, in a much friendlier mood. Five days after his punishment, I was again preparing his clothing and I knew that I would have to resume my full duties of helping him dress. "Samuel", he said, "Are you still angry with me?". "It's not my place to be angry, Sir", I replied. William got out of bed and walked over to me; "I think you should punish me for what I did to you", he said, raising his nightshirt over his head and stripping naked. His body was like fine china, white, hairless except for his pubic area and armpits, half way between boy and man. He turned to show me his arse, still marked from his previous beating and I wanted to do it again. I reached out and stroked his soft skin and he turned to me "Maybe you should remove your trousers to avoid another accident", he said, gripping my belt and undoing it. He pulled my trousers to my ankles taking my under-drawers with them then laid himself across my knee. I started to smack him as hard as I could and soon felt his cock stiffen against my own. As I beat him I felt him grind himself against me until I was also excited and beat him more. Eventually I felt his spunk ooze across me and finished but this time when he stood up he said "We need to clean that mess", and knelt between my knees and licked his seed from my body, then he took my still-stiff cock into his mouth and sucked it until I shot too. I was unable to stop him, I had never felt anything like it, but when he finished I felt angry that again he had put me at great risk, I swung back to give him the back of my hand and he cringed back in absolute terror. I lowered my hand and he threw himself at my feet saying "Thankyou, sir" over and over.
I
dressed myself and left more confused than ever. All day I puzzled over the situation I found myself in and finally decided that if the stupid child wanted to behave like that I would be glad to assist him. Over the next few weeks I beat him several times, always with the same final act. I also began treating him differently when we were alone. If I was helping him to dress I would say things like "Stand still for fuck's sake, you idiot" and he would drop his eyes and apologise. I also called him William, dropping the "Sir". One morning as I carried out my morning duties the maid brought him breakfast in bed, a family tradition each Sunday so that they could rise, dress and go to church. I told the maid to leave it on the table as Master William wasn't ready to eat. She looked at him doubtfully and he nodded. When she left the room I went to the bed and said "Right, Willie boy, get out of bed". He arose and I lay down on his bed and said, "Now, fetch me my breakfast". He went and carried the tray to me placing it across my hips and watched as I devoured his breakfast. To show I was pleased I gave him an extra-hard beating that morning, knowing that I could watch from the back later as he squirmed on the hard church pew.
H e had now taken to calling me Samuel quite naturally in private, and even in front of others a few times, but one morning I told him that in future he should call me "Sir" when we are alone; he never paused just said "Yes, Sir" and from then on he always addressed me like that in private.
O ne evening, having neglected his arse for over a week due to increased duties elsewhere, I was helping him into an evening suit as there were guests for dinner. I suddenly felt randy so I told him to strip again. He was confused, he had always been punished in the morning. He saw the fire in my eyes and quickly removed his clothing and then stripped me. As he lay across my knee I suddenly thought of the arse of that footman years before and my lust grew stronger. I stood him up and laid him over the end of the bed, then I wet my cock and rammed it into his tight buttocks. He buried his head into the bedclothes to stifle his scream but soon he was raising his head and his arse to meet my thrusts. I fucked my spunk into him then I withdrew, he just lay there so I hit him a few times and told him to get dressed and stop wasting my fucking time.
F rom that moment he was mine: I took him when I wanted him, even interrupting him during the day to remind him that he had letters to write if he wanted to catch the post. He would retire to his room immediately and I would take him as roughly as I wished. He would then have to write a couple of letters just to cover my story.
O n his seventeenth birthday a few friends were found who were willing to celebrate with him, he was slowly being accepted back into society as people realised that he had been under the influence of a stronger-willed boy at school. Shortly afterwards he received an invitation to a weekend party, it was imperative that he attend and be seen as a normal young man. His prospects were good, his father had decided to buy a commission for him in the army and he stood to inherit a large trust on his 21 st birthday, not to mention the Preston estate and fortune some day. As his manservant I would attend with him but at the 11th hour the coachman who was to take us fell ill. Since I had spent some time working in the stables it was decided that I would drive him to the house where the party was. It involved leaving early Friday morning and going over a fifty miles to another estate. He would spend the weekend shooting with dinner and a ball in the evening then we would leave after lunch on Sunday.
T he trip went well, and when we arrived I unpacked his trunk then fucked him cruelly. I had him on his back with his legs raised so that he could not stifle any cries then I pounded my cock into him while pulling and twisting on his nipples; the boy was I agony and could make no sound. The weekend passed and we set off for home . On the outward journey I had seen a small inn about half way so as we neared it I stopped the coach and told him that there was something wrong with a wheel which would require several hours work to fix. We booked into the tavern and a rider was sent to William's home to tell them that we would be delayed but that we were safely bedded for the night. I spent some time on the coach pretending to fix it then I joined William in his room. I told him that he would treat me to dinner and ale like an equal, not as a servant, and we would spend the night together, the reason for my deception. As we sat in the aleroom later I got into conversation with an older man of about 30, a school teacher called Toppin travelling to a new post. As he began to feel the effects of his ale he talked more freely about his work and how he had been forced to leave his last post because of a misunderstanding over a pupil. Later still he commented how pretty my master was, talking at length about his fine features and slim body. I remarked that it looked better naked and he just looked at me. I went and told my William that we must retire , then as we left I whispered to the teacher our room number and told him to join us in 15 minutes.
W hen we reached the room I ordered William to strip but I did not touch him, making him sit on the bed and wait. Eventually there was a quiet rap on the door and I told him to open it. He stood but did not move, the picture of fear. I slapped his face and told him to do as I ordered and he opened the door slightly. "Come in, Mr Toppin", I called and he squeezed through the gap in the doorway. William stood silently, hands across his crotch and afraid to lift his head. "This, Mr Toppin, is my master, he is a slut and a whore and he needs to be punished". Toppin walked around him looking him up and down as William looked at me with pure terror silently shaking his head. I stood and walked over, grabbed him by his hair and pulled his face to mine and said "Despite my efforts to chastise you, you have proved worthless so I have decided that you need a professional to teach you your place", then I let go of his hair and smacked him hard across the back of his head and knocking him on to the bed. Mr Toppin excused himself for a minute then returned from his room with a cane and told William to assume the position. William stood and bent forward gripping his knees as Toppin swished the air a few times before bringing it down hard across William's buttocks. He slashed him 10 times raising 10 weals then stopped and ran his hand gently over William's burning arse. He looked at me an I nodded silently, so he opened his trousers and produced a large hairy cock and balls. He pressed his cock once against William's hole then paused, then he rammed his cock right in making William yelp. I stuck my cock into his mouth and held him as the teacher fucked him. Despite his obvious pain William was soon hard and eventually spilled his spunk without touching himself. When Toppin finished he dressed and I made William sort out our clothes for the morning then I allowed him to come into bed with me and I fucked his open arse. In the night I awoke and put myself into him again before he woke and we both shot again, then I told him to fetch the chamber pot for me. I relieved myself and told him to empty it from the window. As he carried the full pot to the window he dribbled some over his hand so when he had emptied it I made him lick his hand.
A t first light we set of for home and I took the chance to tell him why he disappointed me, why he deserved to be beaten and why it was important that he do as I told him or I would leave him.
T hree months later our relationship hit stormy weather. Sir James had watched our association, and while he did not know all that it entailed he realised that William had an unhealthy attachment to me. He announced that I was being removed from the household and sent to work in their London house. At the same time, Williams entry into the army was to be brought forward, his father was determined to make a man of him one way or the other. As I prepared for my move on the following weekend I was given duties away from Master William who had become morose and withdrawn. For the first time in my life Sir James acknowledged who I was when he sent for me and told me that he saw through my plans to befriend his son and get my hands on his inheritance, but he would put a stop to it.
O n the Thursday evening the household was thrown into a panic when Sir James became ill and a coachman was sent to fetch the doctor. Sir William had a fondness for pork, which he had eaten cold at lunchtime and it was assumed that he had eaten some bad meat. Finally the old doctor arrived; he agreed with the opinion of Lady Dorothy and gave Sir James a purgative to cleanse his system. Over the next few days Sir William was nursed and treated with various medicines but after becoming unconscious on the second day he never regained consciousness and died on the Saturday morning.
T he household was in mourning and I stayed away from William while he collected himself. The funeral took place 4 days later in the family vault of the church. Afterwards the lawyers gathered and the will was read. William inherited the estates, the houses and the title, and other than a bequest of an annual stipend to Lady Dorothy, the money.
S he still treated me like dirt and reminded William continually of his father's wish to have me moved and for him to join the army. William sent for me in the study and gave instructions that we were not to be disturbed. He sat behind his father's, now his, desk and told me that he was confused and didn't know what to do. I told him to shut up, drop his trousers and bend over the desk. He stopped talking and did as he was told and I took him watching him spill his spunk over his father's sacred desk while I filled his arse with my seed. I finally fucked the Lord of The Manor.
A fterwards I sat with him and he told me his predicament, he was under great pressure from his mother to fulfil his father's wishes. I could see my advantage slipping away so I began telling him that his mother was obviously trying to split us up, and at the same time gain control of the estate while he was in the army. William considered this for a few hours then announced that he would not be joining the army, that his duty now lay in running the family estate and continuing his father's work. Of course I was retained in the household, William wanted to retire the head butler and put me in his job, but I saw myself as estate manager. I told him that he needed someone he could trust to run things.
L ady Dorothy saw my hand in his decisions and set about removing me; she had to go. I told William that her presence undermined his position, with servants still regarding her as head of the family and that things would be better run if she were to move, either to the London house or the large lodge the family owned on another estate used for hunting. When he put it to her I was present, she ranted that I was controlling and ordered William to fire me immediately. He looked at her then at me, terrified of both of us, I said "Willie, come here". He walked to me and I said "Kneel and kiss my feet". He did it and I hit him for marking my shoes and he lay crying at my feet begging forgiveness. Dorothy knew she was beaten, chose to live in the lodge and left.
I
put it to him that we should travel to France where we could buy some cattle to improve our stock (I referred to everything as 'Our' now) and a trip was arranged. When we arrived at Calais we went to the hotel booked for us and I introduced my self as Sir William Preston and referred to William as my servant Linton. For the next 2 weeks he lived as my servant doing everything I asked. In Paris we went to a male brothel and I picked a young man for my pleasure. I fucked him in front of William and I did it gently, telling him what a great lover he was, the best I had ever had. I then beat William with a stick because he never satisfied me like that before handing him over to two Marseille sailors to abuse..
W e returned home and William was moved into his father's room. Since his parents had separate adjoining rooms, I took his mother's room and had a
bell installed. I would ring for him at any time in the night and he would come to me. I always knew how to make him happy, he preferred to be spanked with my hand more than anything else. I had tried to have gentle sex with him once but he preferred to be raped and humiliated.
T he next problem was to have him married and produce an heir, this would be no easy matter since he had no interest in women. Several balls were held and the flower of English society attended. I carefully scrutinised each likely candidate and found them wanting until I saw a fiery girl called The Right Honourable Miss Helena Barton, the youngest daughter of an impoverished lord of the realm. Rumour had it that her family had failed to break her spirit, and that she had dabbled with opium. I had William invite her with friends to stay the weekend. At the first opportunity I asked to speak with her in my office (I had taken his father's desk) and I asked her if she was interested in becoming Lady Preston. She avoided the question so I put it to her again, telling her that she would live the kind of life she wanted with no hindrance, and after she had produced 2 children she would be free to travel, to spend as much time in London as she wished, to lead separate lives. She said that her understanding was that producing heirs might be more of a problem for William than for her so I promised her she would be impregnated with good Preston seed.
T he engagement was announced shortly afterwards and they were married within 6 months. On their wedding night William was in a terrible state, but I told him how to entertain her by titillating her with his hands and mouth. After an hour I went into the bedroom unannounced and saw that things had not progressed very far. "Well, little lady, Preston seed I promised, Preston seed you shall have", and I stripped naked. She was filled with terror so I explained my history and my blood connection before I climbed on her. I reminded her that if the marriage was not consummated it would be annulled and she would receive nothing. Finally she agreed and I took her in front of her new husband while I told him what a truly useless human being he was. I continued to service her once a week until she fell pregnant, William moved into my room and she was left alone the rest of the time. Her pregnancy passed without incident and she gave birth to a healthy son. William wanted to call him Samuel but I pointed out he had my blood, he did not need my name. Lady Helena was keen to become pregnant again as soon as possible so that she could start to lead her new life, so I obliged on a weekly basis, each time I made William watch. Each time I finished fucking her I would get William to suck me clean, then one night I fucked him in front of her. She is now pregnant again and looks forward to the birth of her second child. So do I, when she has successfully delivered I shall re-introduce her to her beloved opium, she can live quietly in her stupor in one of the spare rooms until she kills herself.
S o there you have my story, I now control the estate that was my birthright and my son will one day inherit it all. I have total control of my half brother, and despite what I have told you I am truly fond of him; I love his devotion and servitude and would not spend my life any other way.
I am really glad that I poisoned my father.