I knew I would not last long, and so I held Cavell’s head in place and thrust up filling his mouth with my manhood, again and again, enjoying the grunts and groans we made until I noticed the sounds outside the carriage suddenly change. I realized we were coming close to the end of our journey and so finally I let go, filling Sebastian’s throat with pulses of hot spend.
Regretfully, I would not get the chance this time to return the favor. I pulled my softening cock from Cavell’s mouth. We both sat up and silently put our clothing to rights. Sebastian moved to the other seat once again and opened the curtains. My eyes had become accustomed to the low light of the carriage, and so it took me a moment as I looked out of the window to recognize we were traveling down Shaftsbury Avenue. I turned to look at my companion and I saw him lick his swollen lips taking the remaining taste of me into his mouth.
“Thank you. That was…most unexpected.” I said haltingly. “How have you been?” I added feeling rather ridiculous.
“Libidinous. Could you not tell?” Sebastian let out a satisfied laugh. He straightened his clothing, and I noticed his stand was still proud. I regretted that his delicious prick would not be touched this time.
“We did take your mind off the coming meeting, though, didn’t we? I could tell you were nervous.”
I felt the heat rise to my face once more.
“Eh, thank you. The distraction was most appreciated.” I said sheepishly. I had never been sucked-off to distract me from my troubles and I must admit, I could do with more of this kind of distraction in my life!
“I returned the gold watch to its true owner today,” Cavell announced brightly.
“You did?” I was pleased to hear this. Although Sebastian’s methods were indeed illegal I could not fault the altruistic nature of what he chose to do.
“The client was delighted, and can now put that nasty business to bed.”
“You made the front page of The London Times, The Pall Mall Gazette, The Morning Post, And The Morning Herald and of course, The Illustrated Police News!” I informed with a raised brow.
“Master Davidson told quite the tall-tale about how the watch was pilfered by The Dandy Rogue! He made you sound like a magician.” I relayed with bemusement.
“Of course he did. I’m sure he will profit greatly from the theft… my targets always do! Anyhow, the newspapers are rabid dogs. They’ll pay a few shillings for an exclusive headline. And of course, the target will have an ever-embroidered story to tell at dinner parties. It is clearly a win-win situation, don’t you think?” He said lightheartedly.
I was still unsure if I agreed with him. His profession was morally objectionable, but I could not think too deeply about that, not now.
“I say, my silver cross, do you have it?” I asked. I was nervous about the coming meeting and could do with my silver crucifix for comfort.
“I do indeed. I needed a…memento of you.” He admitted. “I liked the thought of that silver chain gracing your throat and the warm cross pressed against your chest.”
My mouth went dry. Sebastian turned and grinned devilishly, well aware of what he was doing.
“Why? Do you want it back?”
“I…errr…miss it. It has given me great comfort for many years.” I bumbled.
“Don’t worry dear heart; it’s in a safe place.” He patted my thigh. Again, his touch twisted my belly into knots.
“I will be on hand for support and comfort should you need assistance.” He assured and the thought of that calmed me a little.
The remaining journey took ten minutes. For discretion sake I made the carriage driver stop on The Strand. I would make my way around the corner to Adam Street on foot.
“I will keep the growler and if you are not returned by ten o’clock I will come looking for you”, Cavell informed. “If Leopold is part of this cabal try to speak with him. If you believe you are in danger, do not second guess yourself, do you hear? Leave the house at once,” Sebastian warned. I nodded. I was grateful to know I had his support should something go awry.
I stepped out onto the damp, slippery pavement, barked my instructions to the driver, and tossed him a shilling for his trouble. The house where this meeting would take place was only two streets from the river, near Charing Cross Bridge. The vast amounts of water from melting snow had pushed Bazelgette’s sewerage system to capacity and so the sewers poured the stinking run-off into the Thames. A miasma rolled in with the fog and the stench was sickening. I was rather jelly-legged after my exertions in the coach but hurried onto Adam Street following the haloed glow of the streetlight. The frigid night meant that as far as I could tell the street was deserted, and even though we were in the heart of the city, I felt as if I were alone in a foreign land. I gripped my cane as if it were a weapon I continued on through the rolling fog to the address at 11 Adam Street.
Fratres Seminis
The street lights barely illuminated the entrance to the house on Adam Street, and the windows were papered over so I could not see inside. I wished Sebastian had come with me as I was
