Fowl Frolix
Part 1
"It's our anniversary, Archie. I want to do something special,
something he
won't forget in a long time." Lieutenant Horatio Hornblower, rolled
his
lovely dark eyes towards his friend Midshipman Archie Kennedy and put
on his
best mournful puppy dog look.
Archie shifted uncomfortably as he always did when Horatio looked at
him
like that and once more cursed his bad luck. It was SO unfair. Unfair
that
Horatio was the darling of everyone on board the Indy, unfair that
Captain
Pellew had been the one win Horatio's heart, but most of all it was
unfair
that Horatio kept asking him for more and more 'tips' on ways to keep
the
Captain amused.
"Please Archie, it's our FIRST anniversary and I really want to please
him."
Horatio asked again and Archie wondered what it would be like to have
Horatio so eager to please HIM like that.
"I'm sure you always please him Horatio," Archie replied as he scanned
the
waves, trying hard not to think of the ways he'd like to please
Horatio.
"But you know so much, Archie, so many interesting little things.
Edward
LOVED that trick you showed me with your tongue!"
"Horatio..." Archie began again, but those brown eyes were back,
fluttering
and pleading and Archie melted.
"All right then, but what about something that doesn't take place
in...bed?
There ARE other things you could do together, you know Horatio, other
pleasures. A man of the Captain's breeding and experience will be
expecting
a little more than another romp between the sheets this time."
Horatio bit his lip and considered that for a moment. He'd been quite
innocent before he'd taken up with the Captain and had to concede that
Archie really had the advantage on him when it came to experience.
"Really?
Not in bed? Well where then?"
"How about the dining table?" Archie suggested. An intimate dinner
together
would be special and it would be much easier to plan since it didn't
involve
practical demonstrations in the cable tier. Besides the Captain was
a
man of
class and breeding and would surely to appreciate such a gesture. He
might
even welcome it. Captain Pellew had been looking more than a little
worn out
lately. Archie sighed. For all his eagerness and energy, Horatio simply
did
not know how to treat a man like Captain Pellew.
The dinning table? Horatio frowned. Wouldn’t that be a little hard on
the
back? But if the Captain wanted it then he was willing to try anything.
"Well, yes, I suppose so. That would make for a bit of a change."
Horatio
replied. "What exactly do you suggest?"
"Chicken! I think chicken would be just the thing!" Archie smiled to
himself
as he imagined the succulent feast he could prepare for the Captain.
"Chicken?" Horatio asked, clearly horrified by the suggestion. He still
had
nightmares about catching Styles with a chicken. It was an image he
had
unable to erase from his memory. "Surely not. I don't think Edward
would
like that at all!"
"It's a celebration Horatio. The Captain will be expecting nothing
less.
Mutton would be entirely inappropriate and in the absence of lamb,
chicken
is the best option. Trust me Horatio, I know about such things."
Horatio didn't doubt that! Despite his choirboy looks, Archie Kennedy
was an
encyclopaedia of hedonism. Horatio considered himself lucky to be
learning
from a master. He enjoyed Archie's practical demonstrations far more
that he
knew was right. Edward was his one true love but at times Horatio found
it
very hard not to think about Archie. Very hard! Like now, as they stood
by
the bulwark of the main deck, the very picture of Naval discipline
while
Archie Kennedy arranged an evening of Fowl Fucking. What would the
French
make of it all?
"Not mutton, certainly not" Horatio finally agreed after imagining what
a
large ram could do in the Captain's small cabin. "But I'm still not
sure
about the chicken."
"You can stuff it first, Horatio, and present it on a nice platter.
Surely
you know how to do that?" Archie asked, exasperated.
Horatio blinked. "Uh well yes, I've seen it done once. But, well, I
just
don't think Edward would want something like that!"
"Horatio, there's more to a relationship than you and he in bed! You
have to
see to his other needs as well. Let him know that your horizons are
as
wide
as his. You wouldn't want him to think you ..provincial, would you?"
"I'm not provincial!" Horatio declared, lips pouting. "I like fowl as
much
as the next man."
"It's settled then!" Archie continued "And to finish off I think some
nice
goats milk custard would give the whole evening a homely yet intimate
touch,
don't you?"
"Goats what?" Horatio asked. Surely Archie wasn't going to include the
ships
goat in this fiasco?
Archie shook his head. "Maybe you should just leave the whole thing
to
me,
Horatio. I'll arrange it all and you can simply get the Captain to
come
at
the right time."
"Oh I can do that, Archie." Horatio said with a wink.
Part 2
There was something going on! He knew it! For several days now,
Horatio, [Oh
my Darling, Oh my Love] had been behaving strangely. Was the young
man
finally growing tired of his Sugar Daddy and pursuing someone closer
to
his
own age?
Captain Pellew's sharp eyes travelled down to the main deck where
Midshipman
Archie Kennedy was on duty. Kennedy, yes Kennedy with his golden hair
and
angelic eyes. He must be the one.
It was easy to see why Horatio would be attracted to him. Young Mr
Kennedy
was an enigma. So many stories were told about him that Pellew still
couldn't separate fact from fantasy.
As shy and innocent as a virgin but with all the skill of a Marseille
whore.
A high born bastard of a cruel aristocrat, who beat and raped him for
years.
He ran away to join the theatre [or was that the circus], only to be
dragged
home again by his hateful step father where he was once more beaten
and
raped, this time by his step brothers and sister as well [and the
family's
Great Dane if you believed the version Seaman Oldroyd told]. Finally
he
was
banished to sea aboard the Justinian where he was beaten and raped,
suffered
seizures [and the pox according to Captain Foster] and finally was
cast
adrift to be taken prisoner by the Spanish. More beatings, more rapes,
it
was truly a wonder the young man could sit down long enough to dine!
Yet there he stood on the main deck looking like a Botticelli Angel,
well
perhaps not quite, more like a cuddly little cherub with a wicked
secret.
Pellew watched as Kennedy walked the deck, the eyes of the crew
following
him like hungry dogs after a deer. What was it they called him behind
his
back? The Golden Behind or something like that. Yes, what an apt
description! Pellew could just imagine that golden behind, firm and
fuzzy
like a ripe peach, just the thing to sink one's teeth into....
"Captain? Am I interrupting you?"
Pellew dragged his guilty gaze away from young Archie Kennedy to find
Horatio [Oh my Precious, Oh my Heart] almost bubbling over with
excitement.
"Yes, Mr Hornblower?" Pellew asked, squirming a little and hoping
Horatio
wouldn't notice his fluster.
"Edward," Horatio bent close and whispered his name "I have something
special planned for you for this evening."
Pellew swallowed and fought down his arousal. Perhaps Horatio would
think he
was the cause. He was certainly adding to it!
"You do love? Why that is so thoughtful. What is the occasion?"
Horatio frowned and pouted, his big brown eyes fluttered and rolled.
"It's
our anniversary Edward. Surely you haven't forgotten?"
"Oh, ah, no, of course not, Dearest One." Anniversary? Which
anniversary?
Not the first time they had met. That was in January. Not the first
time
they had gazed into each other's eyes, Edward would never forget that
night
when Horatio had been studying on deck.
No, it must be ... The Chicken Incident. Seaman Styles and that damned
chicken! Pellew blushed as he remembered the occurrence. There was
more
to
it than just the chicken, of course. After he had explained it all,
he
and
Horatio had spent the rest of the day fucking all over his cabin. Yes
today
was the anniversary of the first time he and Horatio had f..
"Made love!" Pellew declared a little too loudly. He looked around
quickly
but the crew were studiously ignoring the two Officers. "It's a year
since
we first made love, my little turtle dove."
Horatio closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. "Oh yes Edward. I knew
you
would remember. And I have something special planned for tonight.
Something
you have probably been wanting for a long time." Horatio turned his
head to
look back towards the main deck and Archie Kennedy, silently thanking
his
friend for the suggestion. "It's my gift to you Edward."
Pellew followed Horatio's gaze in amazement. Archie Kennedy? Horatio
was
making him a gift of Midshipman Archie 'Angel Eyes' Kennedy? Captain
Pellew
could hardly contain himself.
"Horatio however did you guess?"
"It wasn't entirely all my idea Edward," Horatio confessed, blushing
when he
realised how pleased Pellew was by the idea. "I had a little help from
Archie. He was really quite eager to help."
At that moment Archie Kennedy turned towards the Quarterdeck, his
golden
hair alight with the glow from the setting sun. He spied the two men
watching him and smiled shyly.
Edward Pellew took a deep breath, swallowed, adjusted his breeches and
tried
to think of England. How was he ever going to make it through the rest
of
his watch?
Part 3
Archie Kennedy paused as he heard the unmistakable sound of Horatio
and
Captain Pellew outside the door to the Captain's cabin. Damn him,
Archie
thought, Horatio ALWAYS comes too quickly and usually before I'm
anywhere
near ready! He hurriedly adjusted the last of the silver ware and stood
back
from the table. Oh well, perhaps he should offer to stay and serve,
he
thought wistfully? It would be pleasant to spend the evening in Captain
Pellew's company, indulging in social intercourse even if he was only
acting
as a servant. The Captain might even be pleased with a little
stimulating
conversation for a change. Lord knows Horatio lacked the subtle art
of
small
talk although he could usually find SOMETHING to do with his mouth
that
was
entertaining enough.
"Now close your eyes Edward, your surprise is inside!" Horatio's voice
sounded clearly through the door.
Archie moved away from the table, and stood nervously by the Captain's
bed,
not wanting to spoil Horatio's grand entrance. Perhaps he should simply
sneak out before the Captain opened his eyes?
But before he could move the two men entered and Pellew opened his eyes
to
fix Kennedy with a smouldering gaze. Archie paled, Pellew grinned,
Horatio
looked around in alarm.
"Where's the chicken Archie?" Horatio asked, unbuttoning his breeches.
Best
to get this over and done with before he lost his nerve.
Archie Kennedy rolled his eyes in resignation at Horatio. Some things
never
change, he thought. He looked at Captain Pellew who was hungrily
licking his
lips. My goodness, Captain Pellew must be starving, Archie decided,
but
at
least he hasn’t noticed Horatio’s lack of table manners. He quickly
crossed
to the table and proudly lifted the large silver dome that hid the
bird.
"Here it is Horatio, all ready for you."
Captain Pellew was now almost drooling in anticipation of the feast
and
Horatio had his breeches down around his ankles. "You both seem very
eager!" Archie added with a wane smile, although for different reasons,
he
added mentally.
Horatio eyed the chicken with apprehension. "It's dead! And cooked!
And
you've plucked all the feathers out!” He picked up the chicken,
examining it
and wondering how to proceed. This was certainly something he
certainly had
never learned the proper formalities for from his father, the simple
country
doctor. Perhaps he WAS provincial after all? Throwing caution to the
wind
Horatio pressed on. "Do you want to have the first fuck, Edward, or
shall
I?"
Archie's mouth fell open and he stared at Horatio, wondering what his
friend
had been learning from the crew this time. That thing with the rats
that he
picked up from Styles was nothing short of disgusting! Suddenly Archie
gasped and closed his mouth again as he felt Captain Pellew's hands
grab him
from behind and fondle his arse.
"A Captain always get to go first, Horatio." Pellew answered and
promptly
commenced to feast on Archie's neck.
Archie gasped, wondering what the Captain was doing. Well he KNEW what
the
Captain was doing and it certainly felt good, but it was supposed to
be
Horatio's night and besides, the chicken was getting cold! “What about
Horatio?” he asked desperately.
"Horatio always comes first," Pellew declared turning Archie to face
him
before kissing him hard on the lips. “Tonight he can watch and wait.”
"Yes Sir," Horatio replied meekly still eyeing the chicken. The evening
was
not turning out the way he had planned.
"Now let us be about this celebration!" Pellew announced. Archie
showed his
enthusiasm by unbuttoning the Captain's breeches. It had long been
his
motto
to never look a gift horse in the mouth and from what he could feel,
Captain
Pellew certainly seemed to be hung like a horse. Perhaps tonight would
turn
out to be rather fun after all.
Horatio pouted as he watched Archie and Captain Pellew paw each other.
It
simply wasn’t fair! Why does the Captain get Archie whilst I have to
make do
with a chicken, he wondered? Why, it wasn't even a live chicken!
But that was not the only thing wrong!
"Wait!" Horatio shouted, "We've forgotten something!"
"Major Edrington?" Archie asked hopefully, looking around the room.
LFG
always performed well in a group.
"No. The Goat! You forgot the Goat!" Horatio insisted. If this was to
be a
truly debauched evening then they may as well do it properly.
"Same thing," Archie murmured with a wink as he hastily began
undressing.
Horatio rolled his eyes. "Not him too?" he asked with a disgusted look.
"Really Archie, you are going to get a reputation!"
"Where do you think I learned the tongue thing Horatio?" Archie replied
saucily.
"Now, now, gentlemen, I have something here that's much better than
a
goat!"
Pellew declared and stooped to open his sea trunk. He pulled out a
small
cage of furry creatures and his folding telescope.
"Rats?" Horatio asked fearfully, remembering his time in the Spanish
prison
and how the rodents would run up and down his legs, a frightening,
but
strangely erotic sensation. He still had vivid dreams about them, which
often included Seaman Styles.
"Ferrets?" Archie squeaked, remembering his step-father's obsession
with
putting them in his trousers and sending him out to play with Oscar
the
Great Dane. How he HATED that dog.
"No, no. Nothing so sinister." Pellew reached for his folding eyeglass
and
took it apart, carefully removing the glass before looking up and
smiling.
"Gerbrils!" he replied with a smirk.
The End.
JJ [Minerva] May 2000
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"Life is a Comedy to those who think,
And a Tragedy to those who feel."
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