Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2025 13:58:05 +0000 From: James Teeling Subject: The Alternate Lives of the Musketeers Chapter 2 Disclaimer: This story is an erotic fantasy. The characters and events described are fictional. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. The following story contains strong language and explicit scenes of male on male sex and of gay male incest between adult males and boys, under the age of 18.(M/M,M/b,b/b) If you are under 18, and/or offended by descriptions of incest homosexual activity or live someplace where reading such material is prohibited, don't read this story. This story is the copyright property of the author and may not be copied, used or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. (Nifty/Gay/Historical/The Alternate Lives of the Musketeers Chapter 2) Please donate to nifty if you are able to do so and help keep this facility available for all to enjoy. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org This is a work of gay historical fiction. The names are familiar ones in Alexandre Dumas' novels about the French Musketeers, but these scenarios written below exist only in the wild, erotic and fictional imagination of this author. If you are offended by men having sex with other men and with young boys, please read no further. The Alternate Lives of the Musketeers Chapter 2 The King's envoy left the sitting room with Louie and Guy in tow. Aramis instructed Porthos, Athos and D'Artagnan to follow him, naked, through the house and outside to the tarn he had specially constructed for himself in his yard for ease of bathing. An oval, brick enclosed pond was built with a small waterfall cascading over rocks at one end with an open channel at the other end for the water to continue on its course around his estate providing water for the vegetable and herb fields, his fruit orchards and vineyards. Aramis instructed his personal Oriental valet Jian to bring to the bathing pool several pieces of a scented castile soap, bathing oils, loofahs, plenty of clean towels and scraps of cloths to wipe themselves. When Aramis' comrades saw the mere behind his chateau, they squealed like little boys; ran headlong and jumped over the low brick wall and splashed into the cold waters. The Master of the manor climbed over the low wall in a more refined, sophisticated way and received verbal barbs and jibes from his fellow soldiers. The four hairy, brawny men swam around until Jian returned with a grapevine basket filled with the bathing items Aramis requested. The servant set the basket on the wall, bowed to Aramis and retreated to a respectful distance away from his Master to await further instructions. Aramis tossed a piece of soap and a loofah to each of his companions and the four began to scrub and bathe themselves. "So tell me Ar," Porthos began without preamble, "how old is your servant, where did he come from and how long has he been with you? This is the first time you have invited us to your family's estate, or should I say your estate, because we have no idea if you have any living family, brothers, sisters or anyone at all? I get the feeling there is so much more we do not know about you and your secrets my friend." Athos, D'Artagnan and Porthos swam closer to where Aramis was scrubbing his hairy, muscular body. The warriors took visual lessons from how their host was using the soap and sponge to cleanse his body and they imitated his actions on their own built, brawny bodies. The three were not inclined nor able to bathe very often so this was an unfamiliar luxury and wonder to them with the scented soaps and loofahs. "Jian believes himself to be around forty-five summers old. He came to work for my father when he was sixteen summers, in the year I was born. My father saved him from a slave auction in Britian and gave the boy his freedom. The youth was so grateful to him that he pledged his service to the Master of this manor estate and has been with us ever since. My father said after I was weaned from the wet nurse, he wanted help to raise me and Jian showed maturity and promise among other qualities my father was looking for in a personal servant. When I became old enough to understand more of the ways of the world of men, better and clearer then when I was younger, I realized that my father and Jian were lovers and my father fucked his young manservant regularly. "When I became old enough to take a prick in my mouth and arse, without damage to my body, both my father and Jian began to fuck me regularly. My father was heavily endowed and Jian even more so. A large prick, let alone an oversize one is rare for an Oriental man to be sure. It is because of his extraordinary phallus that I am able to take most men's prick endowments with ease." All three Musketeers turned and looked at Aramis' manservant, standing erect and waiting patiently across the lawn for orders from his master. "I can see that the man is older than any of us but he does not look that big or special to me." Remarked Porthos as he molested his own huge, smooth chest muscles with a loofah. "Have you fucked him Ar?" "I have Porthos. When my father passed away and I became Master of this estate I kept Jian as my own manservant and I began to fuck him regularly until this handsome and sexually depraved, young buck upstart came into our lives." Aramis pulled D'Artagnan in closer for a deep, sensual, lover's kiss. "If you care to see the rest of him then you are in for a pleasant surprise my friend." Aramis said, as he waved for his manservant to come closer to the bathing pool. Seeing the man up close Porthos realized just how handsome the older man really was. His young facial features made him appear to be twenty summers old, not mid forty summers old. His bald pate contrasted sexily with his dark, neatly trimmed mustache, soul patch and small, thin beard. Aramis told Jian to come into the pool and scrub his back. The man immediately lifted his tunic above his head and revealed his large, smooth, muscular upper body with tufts of thick black hair in his armpits. Porthos, Athos and D'Artagnan couldn't look away from the gorgeous Oriental man's body. His muscles bulged and flexed with each movement of his physique. His narrow, hard sculpted waist emphasized his abdominal muscles which flared up to a strong, wide back with two huge melon sized chest muscles and broad shoulders. The man's large biceps flexed with tattoos of Oriental calligraphy on them. Two Asian characters, branded on both Jian's wrists revealed that he was a man's sex slave in his early life. A colorful, elaborate Oriental image of a serpent decorated his back which ran up and down his spine. He untied his rope belt and when his breeches dropped to the ground, Aramis' comrades gasped when they saw this servant's thick legs and his thick, soft 12inch phallus as it swung free in front of two enormous apple-sized bollocks. The Musketeers took note of the man's dark, trimmed pubic hair and shaved ball sack. Jian stepped over the low brick wall into the waters of the pool, muscles flexing and bulging when he moved. He immediately picked up a piece of soap and sponge. He stood behind his master and began to caress and sensually wash Aramis' muscular neck, shoulders and backside. Porthos shifted in the water so as to be able to watch Jian from the side as the valet's phallus began to engorge as he continually touched and washed his Master's body. The Musketeer's eyes opened wide as the Jian's prick rose to its full length of 15inches of thick, hard, throbbing male flesh. Porthos licked his lips when he saw Jian's muscles wet and glistening from the waters of the pond. Aramis stood and turned towards Jian. He whispered something in the man's ear. The valet leered at his Master and bowed. Aramis ordered Porthos to turn his body, bend over and brace his hands on the brick wall of the pool. He gave a carafe of oil to Athos and D'Artagnan and told his friends to slick up his servants mammoth prick. It took all four of their hands to coat the giant phallus with the oil. Porthos began to sweat in fear and carnal anticipation when he realized what was going to happen. With his extremely long oil covered prick Jian moved behind the muscular Musketeer and smeared some of the oil from his cockhead onto Porthos anus. The servant gripped Porthos' hips and plunged his massive rod into the soldiers bowels. His scream was heard throughout the chateau and fields and those who were privy to Aramis' sexual proclivities knew that a male somewhere was being fucked. Athos climbed over the low brick wall, stood before his brother and shoved his 11inch throbbing cock into his brother's bellowing mouth. He held onto his head as inch after inch of Athos' prick disappeared into Porthos' mouth and throat. The brawny Musketeer was being spit roasted like a cheap whore boy or a wild pig. Not to be left out, D'Artagnan told Aramis to turn and the youth slicked up his mentor's prick with the bathing oil. The apprentice turned and backed his anus into his lover's rock hard prick until he felt his furry abs pressing against his own hairy arse. The three males fucked the holes of the two men they were fucking for thirty-five minutes until Jian screeched like a specter in an Oriental tongue and filled Porthos' bowels, intestines and stomach with the biggest load of man seed that was ever deposited into the Musketeer's body. Athos began filling his brother's mouth and stomach with his own load of seed as Aramis creamed the inside of his young lover's boy cunt. After Jian pulled his 15inch phallus out of Porthos' bowels, the happily sullied warrior stood. Athos got back in the pond, dropped to his knees and began to suck on his brother's 12inch prick. It only took seconds for the muscular soldier to begin filling his brother's mouth and throat with his sibling seed. D'Artagnan was going to shoot his own load of male seed onto the hairy chest of Aramis, but his lover told him to wait and hold his boy semen until later when they were alone together. D'Artagnan complied and did what his elder Master instructed him to do. The five men continued to bathe, relieve their bladders and empty their bowels in the flowing waters of the tarn. Jian finished scrubbing his Master's muscular, hairy body and then he handed each man a cloth to wipe themselves and a large towel to dry their hairy, muscled bodies before going inside. Porthos thanked Jian for the enormous fuck of his lifetime. The Oriental servant bowed and said to the Musketeer that anytime he wanted another load of his man seed to let him know and he would be only too happy to oblige the muscular soldier if his Master agreed. Once inside the manor house, Aramis said it was too late to start out for Paris, so they would eat dinner, fuck around some more and head out to meet the King in the capitol city in the morning. After another meal, a feast actually, fit for any royalty, Aramis escorted his guests to their bed suite. Porthos and Athos would share a bed and D'Artagnan would sleep with Aramis in his bed chamber that was his since he was a boy. Jian prepared his Master's chamber for his night's sleep. Porthos received permission from his host to bring a couple of servant boys to his and his brother's room for the night. Porthos chose two cute, young boys who came back to the manor house after working in the fields all day. They were two handsome and muscular boys from the rigorous farm work. Aramis retired to his room with his boy lover D'Artagnan. Jian asked Aramis if he required anything else of his loyal servant this evening. Kissing the sexy Oriental man, he answered he was free until morning. Jian bowed to Aramis and his young lover and left the chamber. The hairy, muscular Musketeer pulled his boy lover closer against his body, leaned down and began to suck and chew on D'Artagnan's large hairy nipples. The boy began to moan as his hands reached down and grabbed both his own and his mentor's ample, hard pricks, which he stroked to engorge both men's cocks to their full hardness. The brawny Aramis easily lifted the shorter, muscular boy in his arms and brought him over to his elaborately carved canopy bed. Setting D'Artagnan on the soft goose down mattress, he lay on top of his youthful lover with the full weight of his hairy muscular physique. Their almost equally large pricks rubbed against each other between their bodies, coating their stomachs and cocks with a large amount of clear male fluid. Aramis shifted his body around so his face was inches away from the boy's prick and the Musketeer's prick was hitting D'Artagnan's face. Both men opened their mouths wide and sucked in as much of the other man's cock as they could and began a frenzied fellatio coupling of their two muscular bodies and their large male cocks. Athos returned from the servants quarters with two different boys, who were two strong, muscular boys who had seen almost twenty summers. The two younger boys, which Porthos had brought, the Musketeers were told are about eleven summers old and are complete and total whores when it comes to sex between men and boys. The two older and two younger boys stripped out of their tunics, breeches and boots. Porthos and Athos pricks swelled to their full 11 and 12inch lengths. The two youngest boys immediately knelt in front of the two Musketeers and took each man's prick into their mouths and began to suck and swallow as much of their monster cocks as they could fit into their orifices and throats. The two older boys stood next to the soldiers and they kissed; swapped man and boy spit and began to caress and molest the men's large melon size chests, one smooth and the second one hairy. Between the hot, sensual kisses exchanged with the men and boys and the young boy's mouths on the soldiers pricks, it wasn't long before Athos and Porthos were shooting their first loads of man seed inside the throats and stomachs of the two young whore boys. When Aramis and D'Artagnan released their semen loads into each other's mouths, the man and boy swallowed and swallowed so as not to waste any of their lover's male juice. When their mega loads of seed ceased shooting into each other's bodies, Aramis positioned his boy lover onto his back and lifted his strapping legs up and over so his knees were touching the mattress and his arse was raised up high. The well-built Musketeer dived in with his strong tongue right into D'Artagnan's arse pucker and began to lick, chew and eat out his lover's recently-cleansed anus hole. The boy's shrieks of delight and carnal male sexual pleasure could be heard throughout the second floor of his lover's chateau. Athos and Porthos smiled with wicked satisfaction knowing that their comrade was engaging in some sort of depraved and lust-filled sex with his young lover. Aramis' mustache and beard tickled his young ward's arse as his tongue pushed deep into the boy's hot, tight anus. D'Artagnan's hands gripped and balled up the bed sheets and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as wave after wave of sexual pre-orgasms caused his body to thrash and tremble. When the soldier thought his apprentice had had enough of his exploring tongue, he positioned the youth's legs over his shoulder muscles, moved closer to his arse and slipped his dripping, bulging prick head into the boy's awaiting anus. D'Artagnan inhaled forcefully as his lover's 12inch rock hard, throbbing prick slid deep up into his anal cavity. The soldier's thick, veiny prick scraped over his ward's sex gland sending shockwaves throughout his body and causing him to ejaculate his second semen load, which Aramis quickly covered the boy's prick head and piss slit with his mouth and gobbled down all of his lover's boy seed. When D'Artagnan's second load was complete, Aramis licked his lover's prick clean and began long, rhythmic strokes with his own footlong horse cock in and out of his boy's pussy. He made male on male love to his young protégé, pulling out of his arse and sliding all the way in, over his sex gland, for the next hour and a half. After Porthos' and Athos' load of male seed slid down into the two young boy's stomachs, the soldiers lifted the boys up and placed them side by side on their hands and knees on the bed's mattress. The two whore boys began making out as Athos got the carafe of oil and slicked up their 11 and 12inch mammoth pricks. The soldiers told the teen boys to shove their 8inch boy pricks into the young boy's mouths while the Musketeers sodomized the boy's anus's. When all four pricks were in the boy's holes the older men and boys really began to pound in and out and rape the whore boy's sex holes. With Porthos' and Athos' mammoth pricks sliding over the whore boy's sex glands, their bodies were thrashing and quaking on the bed with one dry orgasm after another. The men hard smacked the boys buttocks until they were bright red. The six males were sweating profusely. Perspiration dripped onto the boy's backs from the soldier's and teen's bodies, coating the whore boys with a glistening sheen of male sexual sweat. Since both Musketeers had already shot one load of their male seed into the two youngest boys they were able to fuck their boy cunts for over an hour before shooting their second load into the boy's bowels. The two teen boys shot several of their teen sperm loads into the boy's mouths in that hour's space of time. They ejaculated down their throats, remained in their mouths, fucked them some more, filled the whore boys with their teen seed again, stayed and face fucked them more and ejaculated a third time before Porthos and Athos shot their second huge load of their soldier seed into the boy's pussies. When the soldiers and two youths finished filling the whore boys with their seed, they flipped the boys over and shared in the boy's piss which they had been holding in while being fucked. There was a generous amount of boy piss to drink after the boy's multiple dry boygasms. After their piss thirst was slacked, Porthos poured glasses of wine for his brother and the four boys and afterwards they dried their sweaty bodies with some linen towels laid out by Jian on the bed for them. After drying their bodies they drank more wine and the two beefy brothers snuggled on the bed, each with a teen boy and a younger whore boy for a deep, peaceful night's sleep. When they woke up early the next morning, the two teen boys helped the whore boys squat over Athos and Porthos 11 and 12inch pricks, respectfully and bounced the boys up and down on the brother's thick, veiny cocks. With the sweat streaming off of Aramis and falling onto the body of his young lover, D'Artagnan, the soldier flooded the youths anus and bowels with another load of his aristocratic male seed amid French sexual epithets and imprecations which echoed throughout the chamber. Aramis lay down on top of his ward with his full, hard, hairy muscular body, onto the younger man's equally hard, hairy body. The older and younger perverted male lovers kissed deeply with Aramis' prick still buried inside D'Artagnan's male pussy. They remained in that position for a long time until the older corrupt male pulled his prick out of his ward's arse, rolled onto his back and pulled the boy into a spooning position where they quickly fell into a deep, contented, untroubled sleep. Aramis had the strangest sensation as his senses drifted from a sleeping state to awakening and when he opened his eyes he saw three men standing around the bed he shared with D'Artagnan. "Sacre bleu!" The Musketeer yelled as he bolted upright, his young lover stirring beside him. When he was finally able to focus he saw that the three men standing around his bed were Porthos and Athos, fully dressed and geared up with their swords, knives and pistols and his valet Jian standing behind them. "My apologies, my liege. I could not stop your comrades from invading your private chamber nor was I fast enough to arrive here first before they did. I will offer you my leave of service to you sir for this lapse in attendance to you..." Jian began but Aramis cut him off. "Do not trouble yourself with such thoughts Ji, I will not lose you my friend, nor will I release you from my service for something so trivial as these two big louts upsetting my sleep. Why are you two uncouth ruffians ready for travel so early? You are not usually prepared so completely. What is your ulterior motive in your preparedness my friends?" Aramis asked as he kissed his lover's head, pushed back the covers and began to piss into the chamber pot. "We want to get an early start so we can get to Paris today, before nightfall so we do not have to spend the night in some sleazy inn or on forest pine needles on the road anymore. You have spoiled us with your upper-class, highborn, fancy living my friend. We will never be happy sleeping in a anything besides a pleasant restful bed and comfy mattress." Porthos said as he pulled a dried piece of steer beef from his pack and began to munch on the meat. "I have prepared yours and D'Artagnan's clothing and weapons as well as your steeds, my liege." Jian said as he cursorily washed his Master's and D'Artagnan's bodies with a cloth and water from a bowl and pitcher on a nearby table. "I have also packed several saddle bags for you, filled with dried beef and venison, hard cheeses and breads, dried dates and figs, which I know are both your favorites, along with wineskins with your family's vintage, my liege." Jian explained as he helped Aramis dress with new, fresh, clean clothes and recently shined boots. "We can see now why it is beneficial to have an estate or homestead to call your own my friend." Athos said cheerily as he wiped his dusty boots on his leather britches. "We need to seriously consider procuring a place of residence for ourselves dear brother." He said to Porthos. "Agreed my brother." He answered as he chewed another piece of dried beef. Jian finished dressing Aramis all the while Athos and Porthos looked on with interest. D'Artagnan pulled his boots on over his leggings, stamped his feet on the carpeted floor and said he was ready to ride. "Ji, I want you to accompany us on our ride to Paris. If we are going to meet the King I do not want to appear as a common peasant and you can greatly assist me in not looking like one. You can also advise my three comrades here if they need some refining also. Take them to the stables, I shall meet you there." Aramis said. "Very good my liege. Thank you for your kindness. I shall be ready to accompany you. Gentlemen let us adjourn to the stables, prepare our steeds and be off on our journey." Jian bowed and led the soldiers out of the bedchamber, through the manor house, where the men donned their cleaned hats and capes and walked proudly out to the stables, while Aramis proceeded to one of the more private bed chambers. The Lord of the Manor opened the door and was attacked by two small whirling dervishes shouting, "Papa, Papa!" Aramis bent down on his knees and hugged tight his two young sons Lucas and Alexander. He kissed their full lips as they tightened their arms around the soldier's neck. He grinned, as he watched the boy's goodlooking personal manservant and caregiver William push his muscular body up off the floor into a standing position. The Musketeer was certain the younger man had been playing horsy with his sons. The two beautiful boys asked their Father if he had come to play with them for their special Father and son playtime. The soldier apologized and told them he had to go away for a while. He and his Musketeer comrades were summoned to Paris to meet with the King. The boy's eyes opened wide and asked, "really and truly Papa?" "Yes my precocious sons," Aramis said as he loosened their hold around his neck and stood. William handed the boy's Father his unfinished glass of wine which he gladly accepted as he winked at the attractive caregiver and swallowed the wine. "And the King will not be pleased if he is kept waiting for us my inquisitive boys. Tell me, have you been working with Will in what I taught you the last time we played together?" "Oh yes Papa, we have. Will's prick isn't as long as yours is Papa, but his is thicker and harder to get into our mouths but we will practice until we can swallow it, Papa." Lucas said, as Aramis looked at William in his tight, sleeveless tunic, showing off his large biceps, as the younger man winked and grabbed his crotch. "You boys keep on trying and you will be able to take it way into your mouth and throat before long my sons." Aramis encouraged his boys as he walked over to William, hugged the sexy youth and gave him special instructions for him and his sons while he is away in Paris. The Musketeer hugged and kissed his two young sons and squeezed the strong bicep of William and told them he hoped to be back home in a few days. Aramis left the boy's bed chamber before his sons could see him get emotional about leaving his perfect sons. He walked through his chateau until he found his butler Antoine and related to him specific orders to carry out while he was gone. Leaving him in charge of his estate, the soldier walked quickly to the stables. The Musketeers and Jian's horses were washed, brushed down, fed and watered. Their saddles and tack were cleaned, buffed, shined and everything was ready for the comrades to ride to Paris. Once the small company was beyond Aramis' land, he and D'Artagnan took the lead, with Aramis' valet Jian behind the lovers and the incestuous brothers, Porthos and Athos following in the rearguard as they rode towards Paris for their mysterious meeting with the King of France. End of Chapter 2. I hope you enjoyed it. 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