Peril, Chippendales, Yacht, Lord Wickham, New Years
DAVID 702
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We now continue with David's adventures gudgingly serving aboard the yacht of the wicked Lord Wickham and his lecherous friends.
David closed his eyes and relished the quiet of the lavatory. But he dared not stay long. There was only time to drink the glass of cold water he'd carried into the dim room and time to splash some cold water on his face. He dried his face with a towel, checked his hair and straightened his tie. The yacht was plying through smooth waters but he found himself sensitive to the almost imperceptible rolling of the ship. He sighed. It was time to go back out into the salon, a muscular sheep among half drunken wolves.
The empty parlor was dim, only the wall lights illumined the tables and chairs and a fireplace. The party in the grand salon was farther towards the bow and its noise and light spilled into the parlor through open double doors. But there was a figure in the dim light. It stepped forward, clapped its hands together and smiled. Lord Ramsay blocked David's path. "Ahhh, there you are! I've been looking all over for you my boy."
"Oh. Uh, is there anything I can get for you Lord Ramsay?"
"It's what I can do for you. When you were serving drinks at the card table just now, I noticed your tie was crooked. Here, let me adjust it for you."
"Oh. But...but I just checked it. In the lavatory mirror. I--"
"Now, now. I think I'm a better judge from where I'm standing." He stepped forward. David backed away.
"I can do it."
"Nonsense."
David continued to back away. "Please--"
Lord Ramsay continued to advance, his arms stretched towards David's neck. "It will only take a minute."
David continued to walk backwards until his back touched the mantel of the fireplace. "I really don't want to impose--"
"You just stand right there. You don't want to go around serving drinks with a crooked tie. That would be most unbecoming."
"It's really...really not necessary and--"
Lord Ramsay closed the space between his body and David's. He was now pressed right up against the big man. The huge hairy chest was two inches from his face and the jutting sex organs, barely covered in thin, stretchy black fabric were pressed firmly against his abdomen, just above his own. In an attempt to back away more, David arched his back, lifting his chest higher and pushing his hips forward. Lord Ramsay returned the move with a slight push of his own hips.
David could feel the man's breath in the deep cleft of his pecs. "No really Lord Ramsay, I must ask you--"
"It will just take a few moments. Let's see..." He reached up and rested his forearms on David's chest and then grabbed the bow tie and began to gently tug it.
"You're not supposed to touch me."
"But I'm not dear boy. I'm only touching your tie."
"B-but Lord Wickham gave me explicit instructions that--"
"Lift your head a bit."
"He gave me explicit instructions that I wasn't to allow anyone to touch me."
"What Henry doesn't know won't hurt him. Chin up."
"But--but you don't understand. If he gets angry I might lose my position. And I, I can't afford to--"
"Oh dear. I seem to have made a mess of it. Why don't we go back to my cabin and we'll re-tie it."
"Oh no. No, I couldn't."
"In fact, you can take off the collar completely, lie down on the bed and have a nice rest."
"I can't. I have to be in his sight at all times. I've already been away too long. Please."
"Wait. I think I nearly have it. And we even it. And we straighten it, and there! Done!" He gave David's chest two firm pats.
Another figure moved in the dim room.
"What's going on here?" asked Lord Wickham.
"Henry!" said Lord Ramsay. "Delightful to see you. Fabulous soiree by the way."
"He was just helping me with his tie, I mean my tie," said David.
"I wasn't asking you," said Lord Wickham. He turned to Ramsay. "And to make sure you didn't fall, you pressed yourself right up against him."
Ramsay grinned and shrugged. "I had to. How else could I reach?"
Lord Wickham gave an icy glare at David.
"Oh Henry. Now I must say...it wasn't his fault. In all honesty he tried to get away. He's a bit shy isn't he?"
"Thank goodness you were able to overpower him," Lord Wickham said with a wry smile.
"Oh dear," said Lord Ramsay. "I do hope I haven't committed a tiny faux pas."
"You're needed in the salon," said Lord Wickham, addressing David. "Now."
"Yes, sir." David stepped sideways and began to march back into the salon.
Lord Wickham cleared his throat. "You might thank Lord Ramsay."
"Of course." David turned and bowed his head. "Thank you very much indeed Lord Ramsay."
Ramsay's smile grew. "Believe me my boy. It was my pleasure."
David was at once angry and shocked at the smiles on both men's faces. He clenched his fists.
"That's all," said Lord Wickham. "Go."
And when David was gone, Lord Wickham said to Ramsay, smiling and feigning mild anger. "You've ruined everything."
"Oh dear." In his defense, he said. "I couldn't resist him! Looking at him is like taking a drug! One's hands attain a life of their own."
"But don't you see?" said Lord Wickham. "Now I'll have to let everybody press up against him and pat...something."
"I'll drink to that!"
2020