Hot Valley (24 page)

“Then go ahead, sir.”

“That will require me to insert at least two fingers quite a long way into your rectum.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you think you can take that, Edgerton?”

“I'll do as I'm told, sir.”

“Good. Good boy. Now, in order to do that, I need to lubricate your rectum with some special cream, otherwise it will be painful for you and there will be too much resistance for me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

He rummaged around in a desk drawer and produced a small white ceramic pot with a screw lid. It looked and smelled like hair pomade, a product for which Healey could have absolutely no use whatsoever, so I assume that he kept it in his office for just such “medical” purposes. Whatever it was, a large gob of the white, greasy substance on the end of his index and middle finger was soon applied to my asshole, and allowed him to glide in without inconvenience. I sighed, and opened up to him. My cock was oozing, and I made no attempt to hide my pleasure, clenching and loosening my ass around his invading fingers. He enjoyed the ride for a while, and forgot himself enough to fingerfuck me a few times, but then he remembered that he was meant to be examining my prostate and continued his inward passage.

When he reached his goal, and pressed it, I groaned with pleasure.

“Does that hurt, Edgerton?”

“No, sir.”

“How does it feel when I press it like this?”

“It feels fine, sir.”

“Can you explain how it makes you feel?”

“It makes me want you to do it more, sir.”

“I see. Like this?” He pressed more, harder, letting his two fingers slip and slide over the sensitive spot.

“Oh, yes…”

“What would happen if I stuck another finger up there?”

“I…don't know, sir…”

“Think you could take it?”

I knew damn well I could, and a whole lot more, but I
thought it was best to give Healey the impression that I was learning obedience. “Try it, sir.”

A third finger joined the other two, and my ass was well and truly stretched. Healey was obviously enjoying it as much as I was, and allowed himself to fuck me that way for much longer.

“You need to ejaculate, Edgerton.” He was telling me, rather than asking me. “Do you think you could do it if I keep doing this to you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I need to ejaculate too, Edgerton. I haven't done it yet today.”

“Yes, sir…”

“Can you see any solution to the problem?”

“Perhaps…”

“Yes?”

“Perhaps if you stuck your co—your penis up my rectum, sir, we could both ejaculate together.”

“You're a smart boy, Edgerton. That's an excellent idea.” I looked over my shoulder, and saw him lowering his pants. He placed another gob of grease on the end of his big, hard dick and started slicking it up.

“Let me, sir.”

I reached back and smeared the grease all over his dick, enjoying the heat and the girth of it, running my finger along the huge vein that ran from his bush down to the head, bifurcating just before it disappeared. Healey stood with his hands on his hips and let me take my time.

“I'm ready for you now, sir.” I guided his prick toward my hungry hole. With so much lubrication, this was going to be a very smooth ride. I leaned over the desk again and prepared to be entered.

He was in me and up me in seconds, the head of his hard cock pressing against my prostate just as his fingers had done. I felt his bush against my buttocks and knew I had taken all he had to give.

“Am I doing well, sir?”

“You're doing fine, boy. If I do this”—he fucked me slowly—“I'll be ready to shoot pretty soon.” He was starting, to my great relief, to drop the medical jargon and use the words of the bar and the barracks.

“If it helps, sir, you can fuck me as hard as you like. I can take it.”

“Good boy. I'm going to fuck that ass as hard as it's ever been fucked.” This I doubted very much, thinking back to some of the use my ass had suffered, but I said nothing. And indeed, the captain had a lot of energy. He pumped in and out of my ass like a piston, and even without touching my cock I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer. Fortunately, the captain wasn't far behind me.

“Oh, fuck, you have a sweet ass,” he said, drops of sweat falling from his forehead onto my naked back. “My dick feels so good up there. Oh fuck.” He pushed right inside me, and fell onto me, pressing his chest against my shoulder blades. I felt his lips on my neck, his tongue, his teeth.

“Fuck, I'm gonna come inside you, boy. You ready for me?”

“Yes sir.”

He pumped harder, faster, and started spewing a great load up into my guts. It felt so good. And, just as he was shuddering into the last few spasms, I managed to squeeze a hand down between my hips and the desk, and grabbed my prick.

“Hold it, boy.” He pulled me back, stopped me from touching myself—and kept his prick firmly lodged inside me. “We've got to do this properly.”

He withdrew, spun me around and sat me back on the desk, pulling my legs up by the knees. Then he plunged his still hard cock into my wet ass and proceeded to gently fuck me. “This way I can see what you're doing.”

I needed no prompting and took hold of my cock. I was determined to give him a show, to keep him inside me for as long as possible, so I didn't tug as hard as I could—that would have put an end to our fun. But, even lightly caressing myself, the sensation was too much. Under Healey's hungry wolf's eyes, I shot a huge load over my stomach. It ran down my sides and into my navel. Such was the intensity of the orgasm that my ass shot his prick out.

We stayed there without moving for a while, both our cocks softening, the spunk running out of my ass and down my body. I assumed that Captain Healey would tell me to get dressed and throw me out. Instead he helped me to my feet, put an arm around my shoulder and ruffled my hair.

“Welcome to the army, Private Edgerton. You're going to make a very good soldier.”

I MIGHT HAVE STAYED IN THE ALHAMBRA THEATER FOR THE rest of my life, I suppose, every day sinking a little deeper into a mire of heedless hedonism, had it not been for a clarion call from the very last quarter I expected.

Captain Chester had never struck me as a moral man, certainly not a patriotic one; his only interest seemed to be in keeping himself safe, getting laid, and making as much money as possible. I wouldn't describe him exactly as a war profiteer, but he certainly recognized that, in the siege situation that beset Richmond during that nightmarish phase of the war, there were plenty of people looking for distraction and entertainment—and he did all he could to provide them. The regular business of the Alhambra was doing very well, and there were scarcely ever empty seats. Since Chester's wife had left town to seek refuge with relatives in Tennessee, the Captain had dropped all pretense of preferring women and installed Billy in the vacated marital bed—although they were far from faithful to each other. Billy, indeed, was fast turning into the most popular attraction in town.

The Alhambra's public shows were pretty risqué, with scarcely draped dancing girls and handsome young men showing as much flesh as the Captain deemed advisable. Under the circumstances, nobody was going to bother raiding the Alhambra for indecency; the authorities were otherwise occupied. The private shows, of which I was a regular star, were becoming more and more popular, and I believe that Chester could have turned the Alhambra over entirely to the kind of performances I have described, had it not been for his need to keep up a respectable front. That dozen or so gentlemen who first saw me “rape” Billy soon grew to 20, 30, even 50, all of them paying top dollar for the chance to see some real cock on stage. We the performers did a healthy trade with our growing list of admirers; even Charlie, who still professed to prefer women, realized that there were far greater rewards to be had from men. The three of us were doing well for ourselves. Billy and I were saving; Charlie was spending, dressing like a gentleman, and looking around for a young girl of good family who would bring a decent dowry. Some of his gentleman admirers went so far as proposing their own daughters as prospective wives, on the basis, I suppose, that it was better to retain such “talent” as Charlie's within the family circle. In any case, our prospects were good, and we frequently toasted our success, mindful always of the dire circumstances in which we had met. “What would that sheriff Jed Brown say if he could see us now?” Billy wondered, laughing, more than once, and we'd fall into reminiscing about how clever we were to escape from jail, how funny Jed Brown looked flailing around in a puddle of piss.

One afternoon, as Billy, Charlie, and I were drinking a pot of coffee in the dressing room and recounting our exploits of the previous evening—Billy was showing off a very elegant diamond clip that he'd been given for fucking an old man up the ass while he (Billy) wore full drag—Captain Chester walked in with more than his usual air of self-importance.

“Boys,” he said, “the time has come for all able-bodied men in this here town to do their duty and stand up and be counted.”

“Shit,” Charlie said, having been comprehensively drained by an extremely greedy married couple the night before, “I don't think I can get it up again before tonight. It's sore enough as it is.”

“Not that sort of standing up,” Chester said, although he did sneak a peak at Charlie's groin, which Charlie was rubbing in an offhand sort of way. “I mean, we have an opportunity to make something glorious of ourselves by fighting for freedom and truth and the rights of the individual.”

This was not Chester's usual idiom, and I wondered to whom he had been speaking. I found out soon enough.

“We've had a visitor, boys, A very fine man from the Fourth Virginia Cavalry. Spoke a lot of good sense about the situation that we find ourselves in during these…er…these turbulent times.”

Chester swept the room with a grand gesture, as if here, among the stale costumes, spilled powder, and bitter coffee could be found some symbol of our national conflict.

“What did he want, exactly?” Billy asked, looking suspicious.

“He wanted men, Billy.”

“Don't they all. Which one of us does he want? The big black stud, the handsome young gentleman, or the lady-with-a-secret?”

“He wants all of you, and me as well.”

“Greedy bastard.”

“And he wants all the other men in the theater.”

“That I'd like to see,” Charlie said, sounding interested for the first time.

“And he's going to have us,” Chester said, scowling. I
realized that this was not about servicing the appetites of some opportunistic client.

“In other words,” I said, standing up, “you've sold us to the army.”

“I wouldn't say sold, Aaron…”

“What were your terms?”

“Now listen to me,” Chester said, sitting on a dressing table and lighting a cigar. (His cigars had grown cheaper and fouler as the war dragged on, but he still got them.) “It may not be apparent to you boys, living in the lap of luxury and getting all the cock you can handle—” We groaned, but Chester chopped the air with one commanding hand. “—while you're going from one bed to another, fucking and sucking and making merry, for which I am, by the way, truly grateful, some of us have been dealing with…shall we say, reality? Shall we say politics? Shall we say the fact that there is a war going on under our noses and that it is no longer possible to ignore it?”

“He threatened you, then,” I said, looking Chester coolly in the eye. His gaze flicked away from mine for a moment, then returned more resolute.

“Indeed he did, Aaron. That damn recruiting officer told me in no uncertain terms that if I did not provide ten good men for a new company, he would shut the theater down.”

“So you saved your own skin,” Billy said.

“I saved my skin, sure, and I saved your pretty little white skin as well, Miss Billy,” Chester said, throwing a powder puff across the room. It exploded like a tiny smoke bomb. “If he don't get you, then the prison does. Do you know what they do to deserters down here?”

“We ain't deserted from down here, though,” Charlie said, sounding scared. Underneath his bravado, he was by far the most cowardly of us three.

“You will have, if you don't join up,” Chester said. “This isn't a question of volunteering, boys. This is conscription. You don't have the choice to say ‘Yes, please' or ‘No, thank you.' If you don't jump to attention pretty damn quick, you get hauled up before the board and you go down. You may think it's fun in one of those military prisons, boys. You might think that your pretty faces and asses and your big stiff dicks will keep you out of trouble. Boys, I'm telling you, they'd kill you pretty damn quick. They might fuck you first, they might fuck you after, but they'd kill you, sure as I'm standing here.”

“So we join the army and you get to keep your theater open.”

“What do you take me for?” Chester said, puffing out his chest. “Didn't I always tell you I was a captain? I'm coming with you. Now clean yourselves up, make any farewells you need to make, and meet me in the front office in two hours. We're going to war.”

 

Company K of the 4th Virginia Cavalry was made up of every layabout, ne'er-do-well, and miscreant who could be flushed out of the Richmond tenderloin. In addition to us four, there were two more stagehands from the Alhambra, a couple of acrobats and dancers who appeared regularly on the stage (in both the legitimate and the illegitimate shows), and a six-piece band that played the same ragged repertoire whether they were accompanying a plate-spinning act or an all-male butt-fucking orgy. There were a few other faces that I recognized from around town: doormen, barmen, and pot-boys from the bars and whorehouses, some regular drinkers and clients from the same establishments, even a couple of honest office workers who had, once or twice, saved up enough money to avail themselves of the Alhambra's more exclusive services. In total we were about 20 men, more or less sound in mind and limb, although a less likely fighting force I never did see. Needless to say, mine was the only black face, and I stuck out as we mustered in the city square
to be addressed by the recruiting officer. We all tried to look brave, but I noticed a large number of heavy winter coats and mufflers, even though it was a mild day. I suppose that nobody wanted to be seen shivering.