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had found my arsehole again. I wanted to carry on sulking, but I did nothing to stop him from sliding it inside me.
    â€˜Just tell me what happened to my father. Please.’ I swivelled round on his finger and faced him. My cock was jumping back to attention. ‘Please, Alex. That’s all I want to know. I must know.’
    He kissed me hard on the mouth with a kind of desperation. I knew that he was struggling against promises that bound him to silence. Devious as I was, I squeezed the muscles of my arse around his finger, rolled over on to my back and spread my legs in the air; that, I knew, was how he liked me best. I pushed my swollen cock towards him. ‘Tell me, Alex. Just that. It can’t hurt anyone.’
    He looked down at me in defeat. ‘All right, Charlie. You have to know one day. Your father was a general in the Prince’s army. He led the defeat of the English at Arisaig. He was a great man, a great tactician and a fearless soldier. He died -’
    â€˜At Culloden?’
    â€˜No, Charlie, not at the battle.’

    â€˜Then when?’
    â€˜A few days before. He was betrayed by spies within his own camp and murdered. The Jacobite forces never recovered. The defeat came some hours later. Without your father at its head, the army was lost.’
    â€˜Who did it?’
    â€˜That I do not know. I swear, Charlie, that’s the truth. That’s all I can tell you. Nobody, not even your own mother, knows more.’
    I lay there silent for a minute. But for the warm presence of Alexander beside me, I felt strangely alone. Stupid thoughts chased across my mind: revenge, suicide.
    â€˜It was a noble death, Charlie. There was no shame in it.’
    â€˜Then why such secrecy?’
    â€˜Your mother fears for you. As his son, you are suspect. We none of us want to return to the troubles.’
    â€˜Speak for yourself, I -’
    â€˜You, Charlie, are too young to know what it was like. Believe me. It was a bad time. Please, let’s not talk about it any more.’
    Again, I was quiet for a while. Perhaps Alexander was right. That was enough - at least for tonight. I would find out more. I had all the time in the world. Many more nights like this ahead when, as the trust between us grew, he would tell me all he knew. I felt again the gentle probing of his fingers, groped around until I felt his still-hard cock, and guided him into me.

Chapter Three
    The following morning Alexander quitted my bed early, returned briefly to his appointed room to rumple the blankets (I doubt whether anyone was fooled by this ruse) and made his way to work. I remained where I was, enjoying the sunshine through the open windows, sprawling lasciviously on the stained sheets where, only a few hours before, Alexander and I had enjoyed our most ecstatic coupling to date.
    I lay on my front, revelling in the slight soreness of arse and cock, both of which had been thoroughly abused the night before. The heat of the early morning sun made me drowsy; after all, I had not been sleeping much. My buttocks felt hot, as if they had been spanked. Pushing my groin into the mattress, I spread my legs and felt the sun on my tender little hole, so lately plugged with Alex’s fat prick. Trying to revive the memory, I reached a finger round and teased it open. Within a few minutes I was happily fucking myself, and turned over on to my back to enjoy an easier ride.
    My cock sprang up, the sun illuminated the golden fluff above it, and I was just ready to finger myself again, when I heard a noise at the open window. I froze. Nothing? My cock was demanding attention, and I pumped it. Again-a noise, a cough, just yards from where I lay. I grabbed the sheet, wrapped it around my waist and jumped out of bed. There, standing at the window, quite
shamelessly looking in, was MacFarlane, the part-time labourer who helped out on the estate when we were short-handed.
    â€˜MacFarlane! What the hell are you