Monday, February 22, 2021

Das Badehaus

“Welcome back, my friend,” Papa said, greeting another customer in his deep, booming voice. He smiled wide at the man who had entered, appearing genuinely pleased to see him again. Alphonse, who was one of the few men in the house unable to earn enough to be in Papa’s good graces, cleaned the floorboards near his employer’s feet. He looked up to see what he considered to be an abnormal expression on Papa’s face. When not in front of patrons, Papa was a domineering tyrant.

“Hello Deidrick,” the man, a coal miner, replied.

“Would you like a bath? Or are you here to see one of my sons?” Al rolled his eyes every time Papa referred to the men who worked in the bathhouse as his sons. No real father would sell his children to horny men day after day, happily hoarding the earnings and keeping his offspring in servitude. Alphonse continued scrubbing, his arms somewhat sore. He’d been at it for nearly an hour. There was soot everywhere, as the late-night rush had brought the men who worked the second shift in the mines.

The coal miners always had soot and other debris on their boots and uniforms. Alphonse detested these men not only for the messes they left behind, but also for their ill-mannered dispositions. Al thought there was no worse customer than a miner; they were loud and aggressive, hitting the workers whenever they fancied. He hoped that when he was put on the market, he would catch the eye of a higher caliber of customer, like a baron or businessman.

He scrubbed at the floorboards more vigorously, wanting to be finished for the evening. Papa wouldn’t allow him to go to bed unless all of his chores were completed. He’d already mended Papa’s socks, done the washing, and helped prepare supper. He looked up at Papa again, who continued to entertain the grimy miner standing in the foyer. Papa had short, salt-and-pepper colored hair. It looked dignified, which was funny considering the fact that he ran a male brothel. He also had a mustache that was neatly trimmed and thick. His eyebrows were unkempt and always furrowed in disdain, even when he was smiling. Papa wasn’t an exceptionally tall man, standing quite a few inches below six feet.

Papa made up for his shortcomings with a solid, beefy body. He used his size to keep his sons in line. He’d had to strike Alphonse on more than a few occasions; the young man mouthed off quite often, a habit that still hadn’t been broken in the three years he’d been in Papa’s care. His russet-brown skin thankfully didn’t bruise too easily, and Papa made sure to administer punishment in areas unseen. The blows didn’t really hurt Alphonse anymore; nothing really seemed to hurt him anymore.

“I think you’ll find what you’re looking for in room six,” Papa said, before turning and pulling a string that would ring a small bell letting the son on duty know a customer was on his way.

“Much appreciated.” The man walked off towards the staircase that would lead him to his happy ending, leaving a trail of sooty footprints behind. Alphonse looked despondently at the new mess he’d have to clean. For another half hour he continued his work in the foyer.

A customer entered. From the look of his shoes, he was no coal miner.

“I take it you are here to see Dorian,” Papa said to Mr. Pfeiffer, a prominent lawyer in the city. He was always at the bathhouse to see Dorian, the best earner in the entire house. Dorian was incredibly handsome. He had wavy brown hair and blue eyes. His body was long and lean, his skin smooth.

“Yes,” Mr. Pfeiffer replied stiffly. “I’ll see myself to his quarters.” The unsmiling barrister left Papa and Alphonse in the foyer. He had a standing appointment with Dorian every Wednesday evening. Papa just laughed to himself, turning to pull the string that would alert Dorian of his visitor, knowing this appointment was just padding his already hefty pockets.

Dorian was exceptional at what he did. He knew how to manipulate his clients, to make them feel special and catered to. He used his sensual wiles to ensure his suitors retuned time and time again. However, just like Papa, Dorian’s courteous façade did not extend to his contemporaries in the bathhouse. He looked down on the other men because of his status as the highest earner. He was Papa’s crown jewel, and it was implicitly understood no one should cross him.

Alphonse knew he did the same things as the other men, taking and giving cock, but he’d heard Dorian actually enjoyed the work. Alphonse wanted to ask him about it, hoping to learn more for when he needed to service a customer, but Dorian just laughed and told him couldn’t reveal his secrets.

The debt Dorian’s family owed to Papa had been paid off nearly nine months prior, but he was still working in the bathhouse. Al couldn’t believe it. People wanted to leave the bathhouse more than anything. None of the men had come to work at the bathhouse because they wanted to.

Papa would give money to poor families, warning them of what would happen if the debt went unpaid; they were to provide a son to work off the remaining balance in the bathhouse. Alphonse speculated that Papa spent his Sunday mornings combing through the obituaries in the newspaper, searching for easy targets.

Alphonse’s mother, a widow, fell prey to Papa’s methods, needing money to feed her son and two young daughters. The mustached manipulator had shown up on the doorstep of Al’s family five days after his father had died in the mines, a wad of bills in his hand and a sly smile on his face. They couldn’t pay what they owed, so over three years later, Alphonse was still in the bathhouse. Once Alphonse started working as an official son, he would still be two years away from his freedom.

Many of the young men in the house never spoke positively of their experiences in the private rooms. Some told Al it was painful and vile. Some said their bodies reacted pleasurably even though they didn’t want them to. Some even cried at night.

Alphonse sometimes cried as well—for he felt he might enjoy the rough-edged touch of a man. There was no chance at an easy life if he was truly homosexual. When Alphonse considered how looking at men made him feel, he understood he was likely the same as Dorian. He’d observe the various men that frequented the bathhouse, finding a great deal of them attractive. Some even so handsome, he couldn’t speak when they addressed him. He’d take the mental images of these men with him into a secluded closet or unused room and touch himself, thinking about what it must feel like to be taken by one of them. He’d picture their broad shoulders and thick torsos, but it didn’t stop there. The closer he got to climaxing, he would visualize the bulges in their pants, in both the front and rear. He wanted to grab another man’s ass, another man’s penis, to feel how they differed from his own body.

“I am many things, but I am no child abuser,” Papa had told Alphonse when he first started work in the bathhouse three years ago. “I’m in the business of selling men, not children. You will be cleaning and preparing meals for my sons until you are old enough to make real money.” Alphonse cringed at the memory of those words. He would be eighteen in two weeks’ time. He scrubbed harder, trying to distract himself from his impending debut. There was only fourteen days until he’d be done with housework for good. Only fourteen days until he experienced what he’d only been able to fantasize about.

“Alphonse, go to your room.” Police Chief Claggett had entered. He looked grumpy, almost as crabby as Papa. Al stood up, pushing some stray curls from in front of his face, and walked out of the room towards the staircase. He already knew Papa was giving Chief Claggett a cut of the money they earned so he wouldn’t be arrested. Everyone in town knew that. It was not like people were ignorant of what went on in the bathhouse.

And no, it wasn’t just the fact that Papa was selling sex. The red-light district was perfectly legal, but Papa’s means of acquiring employees was definitely criminal. Extorting these families and threatening to seize everything they owned was not morally or legally sound. Alphonse had been a child when he was taken from his mother. Many of the others started out as servants in the bathhouse until they were old enough to be forced into prostitution.

Chief Claggett knew many men who frequented the bathhouse. Even some of his officers enjoyed rough sex with Papa’s sons. There was certainly those who were homosexual, but a large percentage of customers had wives and children. Their dalliances with these sex workers were opportunities to explore their repressed sexualities without disrupting the status quo.  

Alphonse climbed the stairs to his room as Dorian exited his bedroom, face flushed, clothes disheveled. “Looks like Mr. Pfeiffer really gave it to you tonight,” Al said, grinning.

“Oh, be quiet Alphonse. Burgess had a very stressful day at his firm,” Dorian replied, a coy smile on his lips. “It’s good that you’re here. Go and get us two glasses and a bottle of wine.”

Al wished to say something smart, but he was too exhausted to trade quips. He turned and made his way down the stairs, all the way down to the basement. He grabbed what was asked of him and returned to where Dorian stood waiting.

“Will that be all?” Alphonse asked.

“Yes, thank you.” He gave one final smirk before returning to the lawyer. Alphonse continued to his own sleeping quarters. He shared a room with Alvin Baum. They called them The Two Al’s. The pair had been there almost the same amount of time. Alvin, however, had started working with the men before Alphonse because he was two years older. Alvin was sprawled out on his mattress, face worn and tired.

“Rough day?” Alphonse asked.

“Every day here is a rough day.” That could not have been a truer statement.

Two weeks came and went faster than Alphonse could have ever imagined. Papa was always more cheerful on days with an auction. These were the days where he made a large sum without having to do much of anything. “Alphonse! Alphonse!” Papa bellowed from his position at the front door. “Where are the wine glasses for this evening?” Alphonse brought a box of wine glasses to where Papa stood.

“Here they are,” he said in a somewhat sharp tongue.

“Hee-hee ho-ho ha-ha,” Papa hooted, his laugh like an avalanche, taking over everything in the room. “This evening is your first night as a real earner! Nothing can spoil my mood!” Alphonse winced at the reminder. Who would be the man to deflower him? A coal miner? A lawyer? An officer?

“Who has purchased my virginity?” Alphonse asked. Papa laughed again. He was absolutely giddy on these days of transition. All he could see was currency. Alphonse likely looked like a giant gold bar to him.

“You know there will be an auction as there is for any man’s virginity here.” Papa smiled and touched Al’s face tenderly, looking up at the young man. Alphonse was nearly six feet tall, towering over the stout older man. “If it wouldn’t set me back financially, I’d gladly shell out the money to make you mine.” He jerked his head away from Papa’s fingers. Papa laughed again and began to whistle a jaunty tune.

Later that evening the auction began in the large sitting room to the left of the foyer. Oskar and Moritz, two of Papa’s underlings, stood off to the side. They were there to make sure things didn’t go sour. The whole thing frightened Alphonse. Men in the house had described it before, but nothing they spoke of was as unsettling as what he was experiencing. The curtains were drawn, and the room was incredibly dim. Alphonse stood in the center of the room under a small overhead light fixture. The light shining above him made it difficult to make out just how many bidders were present. He could hardly see their faces. He stood naked, covering his manhood with shaky hands.

He’d bathed using expensive soap and washed his long, thick hair. Papa directed him to wear it down and he did as he was told. His shiny, tight coils were nearly to his shoulders. His mane added immensely to his sex appeal, and his beautiful dark hair was a talking point amongst the bidders.

Men yelled out monetary amounts. The numbers climbed higher and higher. Papa told him that he needed to turn around and he complied. His back was now to the group. Someone whistled. The numbers continued to rise.

“What an ass,” someone said loudly.

“And it is untouched!” Papa added, doing his best to make Alphonse sound enticing to the crowd. “I guarantee it! Turn back around Alphonse!” The young man did as he was told, facing the crowd once more. He wondered how long these auctions tended to last. He wanted nothing more than for the whole ordeal to be over.

Papa continued to encourage the men to bid more. “This virgin boy of eighteen is worth more than that!”

The numbers soared.

“Fifty thousand,” one man said, his voice louder than all the others. That was nearly triple the last amount offered. The voices hushed and everyone looked at the tall, sturdy stranger who had just placed an unmatchable bid on Alphonse’s virginity.

“Fifty thousand going once!” Nobody said anything. Nobody would. This was the highest bid ever placed on the virginity of one of Papa’s sons. “Twice!” Alphonse did his best to make out the stranger in the crowd. He hadn’t come forward and the others blocked Alphonse’s line of sight. “Sold!” Papa shouted, sheer joy in his voice, nearly foaming at the mouth at the thought of collecting that massive sum of money. That was what Dorian made in seven months.

Alphonse had just become the highest earner.

The crowd parted so that Rudolf Blauvelt could make his way towards where Papa stood. The large man handed him the money in a small briefcase. He looked over at Alphonse, who grinned awkwardly. It slightly tickled Rudolf and made him all the more confident in his purchase. Papa grabbed Alphonse roughly by the wrist and pulled him towards the exit of the sitting room. Alphonse looked back, dragging his feet, trying to get a better look at the man who’d just dropped a small fortune on him.

Papa tightened his grip and pulled Alphonse more aggressively. He led him to a large room towards the rear of the bathhouse. This room was only used for special occasions such as this one.

“You’d better not fuck this up with that mouth of yours,” Papa said, opening the briefcase and taking in the money. Everything seemed to be in order, and after he got the opportunity to count the bills, he’d bring Rudolf Blauvelt to claim what he’d paid for. “You’re to be hospitable, you hear? Offer him refreshments. Make him feel good. If he has any reason to ask for this money back, I’ll kill you.”

Papa left the room and Alphonse stood frozen in the middle of it. Things were happening so suddenly. He didn’t know the auction and the copulation would be occurring in the same evening. He didn’t even know anything about the stranger, but then he realized that was a foolish notion. He had no reason to know anything about this man. He was a whore who’d been paid to perform a service. He was not being courted. Thirty minutes passed before the door to the back room was opened.

The stranger—Mr. Blauvelt—appeared.

Rudolf Blauvelt was an intimidating figure. He looked at Alphonse with a severe expression that caused the smaller man slight distress. Alphonse worried he’d already somehow ruined this transaction. Papa was going to kill him. He would die a virgin. Nobody would bid on him again. They wouldn’t believe he hadn’t been with Mr. Blauvelt.

Alphonse took in the imposing man before him. Rudolf was tall, broad, and serious. He certainly did not dress like a coal miner. He wore an expensive looking blue jacket with a black vest underneath. His pants were gray and tailored expertly to his strong legs. His middle was full, and it was more than obvious that he was wealthy enough to eat properly. He had thick well-groomed sideburns that ended at the same level as his pouty lips.

“Would you care for something to drink?” Alphonse offered as he had been instructed. The stranger shook his head. Al took a small step forward towards the man, trying to initiate what had been paid for. He wanted to get it over with. He wanted to get started paying off his family’s debts so he could return to them. “Well, would you like to begin, sir?” The stranger was silent for a moment.

“My name is Rudolf Blauvelt,” he said finally, removing his jacket. Alphonse did not move any further, unsure of what to do next. Introductions weren’t covered in his briefing. “I purchased your virginity, but I do not plan on claiming my prize just yet.”

“Is there a problem, sir?” Alphonse asked. “I am willing to do whatever it is you’d like. I may lack experience, but I promise to do my best.”

“We should begin getting to know one another,” Rudolf replied. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. He had thick forearms covered in dark hair that moved into powerful arms. His chest sat sturdily above his large, hefty belly. His thighs made Alphonse think of the largest of tree trunks and he felt that Rudolf’s tailor deserved nothing but praise.

“Why pay fifty thousand marks to converse with a whore? Surely I can do something to satisfy you.” Rudolf strode over to him and grabbed his wrist even more roughly than Papa had. Rudolf turned him around, pressing his clothed crotch into Alphonse’s bare behind. He grabbed Alphonse by the throat, holding it with a slight amount of pressure. Alphonse was above average height, yet Rudolf was taller still. If Papa didn’t kill him, surely his new sponsor would.

Al could feel Rudolf’s sizable penis through the fabric of his slacks and trembled at the thought that the man wasn’t even erect. If he were raped by a man with such a substantial member, he’d be in pain for weeks. Besides Rudolf’s cock, Alphonse could feel the businessman’s firm stomach filling the space above his behind. If the situation weren’t so alarming, Alphonse felt he’d might be enjoying himself.

“Is this what you want?” Rudolf asked, breathing heavily. “Do you want it to go this way? Painfully, without love? I could rape you and take what I paid for.”

“No, please,” Alphonse managed to get out. “I’m sorry, truly.” He’d been foolish. What did it matter that Rudolf Blauvelt wished to hold conversation before claiming what he paid for? He had a wonderful man pay for his virginity and in moments he had ruined it.

Alphonse whimpered and Rudolf released him.

“I’m sorry,” Rudolf said, his dark eyes filled with sorrow at his impulsiveness. He felt naïve, believing he could build a relationship with this man. What was he doing spending so much money on a man he’d never even spoken to prior to this evening? He’d thought with his heart and not his head, hoping with persistence they could fall in love with one another. He’d been reading too many women’s novels. “I will make arrangements for you to continue living here without having to sleep with any man but me.” Alphonse nodded.

“Thank you,” was all Alphonse could muster, trying to stop himself from crying. Rudolf could tell he’d frightened the young man and hastily gathered his belongings in order to vacate the room, embarrassed and fearful that Alphonse would never see him as anything more than a beastly whoremonger. Before he could even close the door behind himself, he’d heard Alphonse burst into tears.

After abruptly leaving his initial session, Rudolf arranged for Alphonse to be his and only his with the owner of the bathhouse, Deidrick Schroeder. He made it explicitly clear that Alphonse was not to be forced to copulate with any others before exiting the bathhouse.

It did not happen often, someone wanting to pay for exclusivity. It was extremely expensive, and the arrangements did not tend to last longer than a few weeks or so. Rudolf left Schroeder with enough money to cover any sessions Alphonse would be missing for the upcoming week. He cared not about the cost, only about protecting Alphonse from other men.

Word spread quickly about Alphonse’s auction and the arrangements Rudolf had made. The other men were unsure of what to say to Alphonse. Some were kind, even if they disapproved of long-term homosexual relationships, and wished him great happiness; others were more vocal with their disapprovals, letting Alphonse know they believed Rudolf to be an extreme sexual deviant who would expect special sexual favors. They theorized that the businessman wanted nothing more than to hurt Alphonse. Thinking about the way things ended at their initial meeting, Alphonse worried that what they said was true. Rudolf had been quite forceful. If he’d wanted to, he could have seriously hurt the smaller man.

Dorian was the most upset. He had lost the one thing that had made him happy, his title as best earner. “You know you’re not special,” he’d said the morning after the auction.

“I did not claim to be,” Alphonse replied. “I’ll never be able to make as much as you after this.”

“I’m glad that you know it.” Dorian walked away, so upset that he didn’t even want to look at Alphonse anymore. This was all that he had to bring him joy in the world. His family wouldn’t have him back after working in the bathhouse for so long. Dorian couldn’t believe it when they’d turned him away. They were the reason he was there. How could they abandon him after he’d done what he had to do to make sure they thrived? He threw himself into his work at the bathhouse. The sex making him feel good about himself, wanted. Making him feel like he had some sort of control over his life.

It took Rudolf five days before he was able to work up the nerve to return to see Alphonse. He still felt terrible about their last encounter. Rudolf had purchased a silk shirt and a box of expensive chocolates. These small tokens of affection did not harm him financially, but he’d hoped they would show he sincerely regretted how he’d behaved. He was not an old man, at twenty-seven years of age, but a smart businessman. He’d taken the small sum of money he’d inherited after the deaths of his parents and grew it into a sizable fortune in the oil business.

Alphonse was informed of his visitor and stood nervously in the same room from a week earlier; the only difference was that he was fully clothed. Rudolf entered the room a bit nervously. He knew his size and demeanor made most people feel threatened. They were welcome qualities in the boardroom, but not when looking to build personal relationships.

The businessman placed the presents on a table near the door and walked further into the room towards where Alphonse stood. He reached out his hand as he would in the office; his face reddened noticeably as Alphonse shook his hand. He was being much too formal.

“Would you care for something to drink?” Alphonse asked, his voice trembling. He could not afford to mess this up like he had last week. Rudolf nodded. “What would you care for? Wine, tea, or water?”

“Water would be fine.” Alphonse scurried about getting the beverage prepared. He grabbed a silver pitcher and poured cool water into a large glass, filling it almost to the brim. Alphonse held the glass of water as still as he could in his shaky hand and walked it over to where Rudolf stood in the middle of the room.

Alphonse lifted the glass, trying to hand it to Rudolf, but he accidentally tilted it forward, causing water to spill all over Rudolf’s jacket. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” he said in a petrified voice. “I—I am sorry.”

Alphonse could only think about the rough way he was reprimanded last time. Rudolf wouldn’t have asked for anything if he had known it would have caused such an ordeal.

“It’s only water,” Rudolf said with a gentle smile. “It’s fine, really.”

“Thank you for your kindness, sir.”

“I wanted to give you something,” Rudolf said, trying his best to sound pleasant. He walked over to the small table near the door where he’d placed two gift-wrapped boxes. He first handed Alphonse the parcel with the shirt.

With unsure hands Alphonse took the box from Rudolf. He’d heard of people receiving tokens from patrons, but they’d put in the work to receive those gifts. He couldn’t fathom why Rudolf would be so kind. He’d mentioned before wanting to get to know one another, but Alphonse never considered he was being serious.

Alphonse carefully removed the fancy paper, wanting to hold onto it as a keepsake. He opened the box and took in a shirt made of extravagant emerald green fabric. His mouth fell open in surprise. This was the most luxurious thing he’d ever received. He looked up at Rudolf, unsure of whether or not this gift was truly meant for him.

“Won’t you try it on?” Rudolf asked.

Alphonse unbuttoned his white cotton top and stood before Rudolf shirtless for a moment. Rudolf could feel his pulse quickening. This man was absolutely gorgeous, with smooth russet-brown skin that had been incredibly warm the last time he’d touched it. His broad shoulders and lean arms gave him a statuesque appearance. They couldn’t be more dissimilar. Rudolf thought of his own thick limbs and round stomach.

Alphonse pulled on the silk top. The size was a bit large, as Rudolf had no measurements to give his tailor, but he still looked incredibly handsome in it. It brought out the richness of his skin and made him look truly elegant. He took in his appearance in a mirror positioned in a corner of the room. What wonders a piece of cloth could provide.

“Thank you, sir,” Alphonse said gratefully.

“You should call me Rudolf—or Rudy if you’d prefer. My mother called me Rudy.” He handed him the chocolates. “I hope you like chocolate.” Alphonse smiled brightly, making Rudolf extraordinarily happy.

Alphonse strode over to the bed excitedly and took off the shirt, laying it out to make sure it didn’t wrinkle. He didn’t want to chance a stain. He grabbed the chocolate and walked back over to Rudolf.

“My mother used to buy me chocolate on my birthday!” Al smiled again. “She would say, ‘Here’s a little treat that’s almost as sweet as you.’” He opened the box and ate one. The flavor seemed so foreign to him now. Chocolates weren’t given in the bathhouse.

“Do you like them?” Rudolf asked. Alphonse nodded and took another chocolate from the box. He put it up to Rudolf’s mouth. He quickly realized his oversight and moved his hand. He had just wanted to convey his overflowing happiness. “Can I have my chocolate?” Rudolf asked.

Alphonse placed it to his lips and felt Rudolf’s mouth cover his fingers for a moment, sucking on them gently. “Do you like chocolate?” Alphonse asked, his entire body tingling.

“I love chocolate.” Alphonse laughed in appreciation of their newfound friendliness. He reached into the box and brought another to Rudolf’s lips. “I bought these for you,” he said, laughing softly.

“I like sharing with you,” Alphonse replied. They stood like this, eating the chocolates together. For every four he fed Rudolf, Alphonse would have one. Before long, the twenty pieces of chocolate had been consumed and the fires of lust and romance had been fanned beyond containment.

Rudolf’s visits became more and more numerous. They’d become so frequent, in fact, that after two months of being on the market, Alphonse had repaid his debts to Papa. One afternoon in early December, Papa stormed into the room Alphonse still shared with the other Al.

“Pack your bags.”

“What do you mean?” Alphonse asked in disbelief. “I’ve only been on the market for a little over two months.” Papa grunted angrily at the statement. It wasn’t just that Rudolf Blauvelt had been purchasing sessions with Alphonse, it was the fact that he’d been paying for exclusivity. He’d invested quite a sum in his pursuit of Alphonse’s affections.

“Your debt has been repaid courtesy of Mr. Blauvelt.”

“I have an appointment with Rudolf this evening,” Alphonse said, wanting to reunite with his family, but not wanting to stand Rudolf up. Maybe now that he was no longer employed at the bathhouse, they could spend more time together free of charge.

“I’ve called and cancelled said appointment,” Papa said angrily. “This isn’t some café. If you want to meet with him, make those arrangements outside of these premises.” With that, Papa left the room, slamming the door on his way out.

“You—you’re free,” Alvin exclaimed, a small jealous feeling in the pit of his stomach. “You can go home to your mother and your sisters. Hurry before he fabricates a reason for you to stay!” Alphonse moved quickly, collecting his few belongings and placing them in the single suitcase he owned. It was the same suitcase that had brought him to the bathhouse. One thing stayed on his mind as he finished gathering his things—Rudolf. Would they see each other again? Did Rudolf even know he’d been relieved of his duties at the bathhouse? He couldn’t just leave without telling him where he’d be.

He and Alvin stood in the doorway and embraced one another for a moment. “I’m a little scared,” Alphonse admitted. “What am I to do?”

“You must go and find your family,” Alvin replied. He had tears in his eyes, and it pained Alphonse to leave his friend behind. “Hug your sisters for me.”

Alvin didn’t have the strength to see Alphonse out of the bathhouse; it would take too much of an emotional toll. After they said their goodbyes, he reentered the bedroom they’d shared up until moments before and closed the door. Alphonse made his way down the hallway towards the stairs. He encountered Dorian at the stair’s landing near his bedroom.

“Come here a moment, Alphonse,” Dorian said, entering his sleeping quarters. Alphonse followed.

“Do you wish to chastise me some more before I go?” Alphonse asked.

“Quite the opposite.” He sat on his bed and crossed his legs. He wore an oversized white shirt and a baggy pair of slacks. Even in these items he emitted an aura of intense sex appeal. “I have questions about Rudolf Blauvelt. What is it you did to make him spend so much on you? What is your technique?”

“I don’t understand.”

“What did you do to bewitch him so? What is your method to enrapture a man so completely he spends a fortune for time with you?” Alphonse stared at Dorian with a confused look in his eye, causing the more experienced of the pair to be more direct. “How did you work his cock?”

“We’ve just talked,” Alphonse said. “I offered myself to him, but he said he wanted to get to know me first.”

“It doesn’t take two months to get to know a man,” Dorian scoffed. “The men who frequent this place are easy to read. They’re either homosexuals who have no appeal or married men with homosexual tendencies but no desire to leave their wives.”

“I don’t think Rudolf is either of those things.”

“So, you haven’t even seen his cock?”

“No.” Alphonse wondered why this was embarrassing him so intensely. Why hadn’t Rudolf made his move yet? Al considered the possibility that Rudolf was hiding something about himself.

“If he’s a homosexual and not just a married man blowing off steam, he’ll be willing to do things the others won’t.” Alphonse held the handle of his suitcase tightly. He wanted to know Dorian’s secrets. If he were to see Rudolf again, he wanted to make sure the businessman was properly compensated for his generosity. “I assume you’ll be on the receiving end of that mystery member. If he puts it in right away, you’ll be in a world of pain. Ask him to loosen you up with his fingers. Have him kiss you and caress you. He should have you begging him to fuck you.”

“Does Mr. Pfeiffer do these things for you?” Alphonse asked, intrigued by all of this information.

“Most certainly, when he’s feeling especially dominant,” Dorian replied, smiling, “but usually it is I who does these things for him.” He paused for a moment, considering if Alphonse even needed to know these things as he was on his way out of the bathhouse. “If you really want to push Rudolf Blauvelt, see if he’ll even loosen you up with his tongue. It works wonders.” Dorian stuck his tongue out for effect, licking the air between his pointer and middle fingers slowly. Alphonse’s eyes widened in surprise causing Dorian to fall back on his mattress in a fit of giggles. “You really are a virgin, young Alphonse.”

“Would he really want to do that?” Alphonse asked, ignoring Dorian’s laughter at his inexperience.

“You take a long hot bath and scrub yourself clean beforehand, and he won’t be able to stop. Have him rub some olive oil on his cock and your hole before he puts it in, and things will go smoothly, literally.”

Alphonse paused, looking at the bathhouse’s highest earner, and felt himself getting sentimental. He had a feeling that he might not ever see Dorian again and it made him somewhat melancholic.

“I really appreciate you telling me all of these things,” Alphonse began. “I—I know you’ve hated me because of what happened, but I’ve always kind of admired you. I always thought we were similar, different than all the other men here. I still do.”

“Well, isn’t that sweet,” Dorian said, standing. He was just a hair taller than Alphonse. “I hope you and the rich man are very happy together. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment to prepare for.” Alphonse nodded and left the room. Dorian smiled to himself, touched slightly by Alphonse’s words, but also at the thought that the number one spot would soon belong to him once more.

Alphonse hesitated in the foyer for a moment. How would he find Rudolf? Would this be the end of their relationship? Papa shouted at him to get out, pushing him into the street outside of the bathhouse entrance. “Feel free to come back when you’re ready to make me some more money.”

Outside, he could feel all of his blood rushing to the pit of his stomach. His limbs suddenly went cold as he stumbled down the street towards his childhood home. He hadn’t heard from or seen his family since he was taken in by Papa. (The workers were unaware, but Papa made sure any parcels or letters sent to the bathhouse were destroyed. He didn’t want his sons to be distracted from their work. He also found it easier to break his sons if they believed nobody wished to contact them. It was a powerful tactic, isolation).

Things in the red-light district were familiar to Alphonse, as that’s as far as the sons were allowed to travel with supervision, but as he got farther away from the bathhouse, things became unrecognizable. There were new buildings and different avenues he hadn’t seen before.

He wandered the streets for nearly two hours when he finally found landmarks that he could recall from three years ago. He ran excitedly down the street, his suitcase bobbing in his hand. He passed a row of shops that hadn’t changed at all! He encountered the large tree that the neighborhood had fought the city to save. He was almost home! They had lived in a small duplex, the other half occupied by a family even larger than his own.

He arrived to where his home should have been. He should have been looking at a dingy maisonette with blue doors and crumbling brick and children’s toys scattered about the stairs. But he saw no such things. He saw a large vacant plot of land with remnants of what had once been. The small duplex had completely burned to ashes.

Alphonse dropped his suitcase and walked into the rubble, where their kitchen should have been. He knelt and grabbed an old hand mirror. The handle was snapped and the glass shattered, but he knew this had once belonged to his mother. Where were they now? He had to find them. He’d talk to the neighbors. He’d find out their new address.

“Shame isn’t it?” Al looked up at a man he remembered lived next door. “Those three fine ladies were left alone by that riff raff boy.”

Alphonse knew he was that riff raff boy.

“Where are they now?” he asked. The man’s face was suddenly sympathetic.

“Well, you see, they died trying their hands at being laundresses. If it wasn’t bad enough, they managed to take out the family next door as well. Thank the heavens the fire brigade was able to contain the blaze to this one plot of land.” The neighbor sighed. “Aye, but still, I can’t believe it’s been nearly three years since then. Real tragic, ain’t it?”

Alphonse’s entire body was shaking. He began to sob and the man who’d informed him of what had happened went on his way. Alphonse was all alone. He’d have to return to the bathhouse and beg Papa to hire him. Papa would charge him outrageously for room and board, never allowing for his debt to be paid down. He’d spend the best years of his life a whore, before being tossed out on the street when he was no longer profitable.

He began his journey back to the bathhouse, the only thing keeping him from utter despair the thought that he’d be able to see Rudolf again.

Papa had telephoned Rudy and told him not to return, for Alphonse would not be there. Thankfully, Rudolf Blauvelt was not the type of man to take orders. He spent the afternoon driving around their town in his motorcar in search of Alphonse. He found him shuffling along with his suitcase about a mile from the bathhouse. He parked his car quickly and got out.

“Alphonse!” Rudolf called.

“Rudy!” he exclaimed, his heart struggling to process his conflicting emotions of grief and joy. His family was gone, but the man he’d begun to love was standing before him. He dropped his suitcase and hugged Rudolf happily. Tiny snowflakes had begun to fall and as they spoke to one another their breath made small clouds of frost. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

Rudolf smiled; he was in disbelief that another person could be so grateful to be in his presence. He worried that all the time they’d spent together meant nothing to Alphonse. Rudy understood that their relationship had been transactional. He knew that Alphonse had to entertain him and treat him with kindness or Schroeder would abuse him.

“I don’t know if you can believe this,” Alphonse began. “But you single-handedly purchased my freedom. I have nothing but the utmost gratitude for you, Rudolf.”

“That’s wonderful. Where are you going now?” Rudolf asked. “I can take you.”

Alphonse was silent a moment. All of the money Rudolf had spent on him was wasted. Rudolf placed his hand underneath Alphonse’s chin and lifted his head so that they were looking at one another. He could sense that something was amiss with the beautiful younger man. He asked him what was wrong and for him to be honest.

“I was on my way back to the bathhouse,” Alphonse replied finally, looking away from Rudolf. “I—I have nowhere else to go.”

“What of your family?” he asked. “Your mother and sisters?”

“They’re dead,” Alphonse said aloud for the first time since hearing the news. “There was a fire. Nearly three years ago. I was stuck in the bathhouse dreaming of the day I’d be free, and I had no idea that what remained of my family was already gone.”

Rudolf felt deep pain for Alphonse. They’d spoken of his past during one of their many sessions the past two months. His mother was mentally unstable and walked into a pond until she was completely submerged and drowned. His father couldn’t take the loneliness and shot himself. He was heartbroken for Alphonse and hated that the young man had to endure such sadness.

“I know it’s a lot to ask of you,” Alphonse said, mustering a smile, “but I hope to see you again at the bathhouse sometime.”

“That notion is absolutely ludicrous,” Rudolf replied, bending down to grab Alphonse’s measly suitcase.

“I’ll take my bag and be on my way,” Alphonse said, feeling defeated. Was Rudolf saying he’d never pay to visit him again? Al didn’t want Rudy’s money, but what other option did he have? He needed a place to stay out of the cold.

“You will do no such thing. You shall stay with me.”

“I couldn’t impose on you in such a way,” Alphonse replied, reaching for his suitcase. Rudolf was just being a gentleman. There was no way he’d want a former whore in his home.

“My motorcar is this way,” Rudolf stated plainly, ignoring Alphonse’s polite refusal. Alphonse had never ridden in a car before and the idea excited him. He walked along next to the large, serious man until they came to his car. It was a large machine and truly a testament to the ingenuity of humanity. “Let’s go. Come on then.” Rudy opened the door for Alphonse and helped him into the car before handing him his suitcase.

“Thank you,” Alphonse managed to get out before he began to cry silent tears. He cried all the way to Rudolf’s townhouse.

When they arrived, Rudolf busied himself in the kitchen, knowing that in times of grief it was important to eat a warm meal. He allowed Alphonse to freshen up and take a moment to himself. He didn’t employ any help. He cooked his own meals and cleaned his own home. Alphonse observed that Rudolf must have pushed housework until it was absolutely necessary. His home could use a good scrubbing, but the townhouse was absolutely gorgeous underneath the clutter. The home was four floors, with the kitchen and dining room on the lowest level. The second floor had multiple bedrooms and the master bath, the third floor a study and home library. The fourth floor contained a solarium filled with many different plants that had unfortunately seen better days.

Rudolf chopped onions and potatoes. He seared a cut of beef on the stovetop before plating it and allowing it to rest. He’d gotten this recipe down to a science and it was actually quite flavorful. He only knew how to successfully prepare this one dish, a skillet meal of meat and potatoes. He cooked quite a grand amount, not much more than what he usually made, but still grand. He set the table and called Alphonse to dinner.

His dining room table was large, but Rudolf made sure to position the chairs so that they weren’t very far from one another. He served Alphonse, filling his plate with a substantial portion. Alphonse found the dish incredibly filling. His appetite had not yet fully returned, so he ate only a small amount of what had been giving to him.

He sat as Rudolf continued to eat. The large businessman was finishing up his third helping, having completely emptied the serving dish. This was when he noticed Alphonse had stopped eating.

“Is it not to your liking?” he asked, fearing Alphonse did not enjoy his specialty. “It’s the only thing I ever learned to make. I eat it nearly every day.”

“You made so much, Rudy. It was certainly an exquisite meal. I apologize for not being able to finish it.” Alphonse smiled and stood up from his chair. He took his plate over to where Rudolf sat and scrapped his remaining food onto his dish. “You’re such a large man, Rudy. Surely you must need more to eat, yes?”

“Well, I guess you’re right.” Alphonse smiled again, feeling less anguish at the loss of his family. Rudolf dug into his now fourth helping as Alphonse sat and watched him consume the large amount of food. As turbulent as the last three years of his life had been, being with Rudolf in this moment made Alphonse feel incredibly warm and secure. It was something that he’d greatly desired.

“From now on, I will do the cleaning and prepare your meals,” Al said. He had told himself the moment he walked into Rudolf’s home he was not going to be a bother. He was going to make Rudolf happy. He was going to repay Rudolf for all of his generosity.

“Really that’s unnecessary,” Rudolf said, smiling. “If you think we need to hire some staff, I have the means to pay for it.”

“I’d like to do this for you,” Alphonse argued. “It will give me something to focus on, please.”

“If it gets to be too much of a burden, please don’t hesitate to let me know. You’re no servant here.”

After their meal, Rudolf asked Alphonse where he wished to sleep in the house. He didn’t intend to force him to sleep in the same bedroom. There were five of them in his home. “I can’t stay with you?” Alphonse asked nervously.

He had expected Rudolf to collect what he’d paid for long ago and wondered what it was that was keeping them from having intercourse. Did he not care for a sexual relationship? Maybe Dorian had been correct in his assessment of the situation. Maybe Rudolf was hiding something.

“You wish to stay with me? In my bedroom?” Rudolf asked, his face reddening. He wanted nothing more than for Alphonse to stay with him. But he wanted him to do it freely, without having to be paid or coerced.

“Of course, unless—.” Al found himself at a loss for words, which shocked him for he usually had too many. “I think that I have possibly misunderstood our relationship. Do you like men? Or are you just, perhaps, an exceedingly kind businessman?”

“I do prefer the company of men, but I, as yourself, have never engaged in—.”

“You’re a virgin!?” The words echoed throughout the entire house. Alphonse couldn’t believe it. He didn’t feel the word virgin and Rudolf Blauvelt could ever coexist in the same sentence. He coughed slightly. “My apologies, I was quite loud.”

“You see, I have not had many opportunities to lose my virginity. No man has ever responded to me in that way and I have no interest in sleeping with any woman. I was going to get it out of the way by purchasing another virgin, so I wouldn’t feel so—so inexperienced.”

Alphonse could barely believe what it was that he was hearing. Surely there were men interested in Rudolf. Alphonse’s eyes traveled to Rudolf’s masculine belly, whilst he attempted to suppress a stirring in his groin. The businessman was larger, yes, but also incredibly handsome. His dark brown hair was full and long, usually combed back out of his face. He had a strong jawline and a prominent nose. His lips were full and well moisturized. Alphonse knew precisely what had happened; Rudolf Blauvelt was unable to pick up on flirtations.

“I hope when the time comes, we can be one another’s firsts,” Alphonse replied, actually quite glad that nobody had gotten to copulate with the sexy businessman. They smiled at one another and enjoyed a hearty laugh.

Alphonse’s first month living with Rudolf was a busy one. The younger man spent his days doing exactly what he had been doing in the bathhouse, cooking and cleaning. Things weren’t exactly the same, however, as he was actually enjoying the work. Seeing how impressed Rudolf was with his progress each evening filled the younger man with joy. Al made sure to have a warm meal waiting for the businessman every night when he got in from his office in town. Rudy hadn’t eaten such a variety of foods in years. Alphonse had purchased a new cookbook and dedicated himself to improving his culinary abilities.

There were small things about being around Rudolf that would push Alphonse to the brink. Watching Rudolf dress himself for work in the morning was Alphonse’s favorite part of the day. As the weeks went by, there’d be more of a struggle to do up the buttons on his shirts and trousers. Before he could start his day, Alphonse would have to touch himself, thinking about Rudy’s masculine frame lumbering out of their bedroom on his way into town. The businessman was naturally large, with the biggest hands and feet Alphonse had ever seen. But recently, the floorboards had begun to creek more with his steps and the bed would sink a little bit lower when he laid down. Alphonse took note of all of these things, becoming more and more sexually frustrated the longer he stayed in Rudolf’s home.

One evening, Rudolf ripped his trousers right up the back. His meaty backside had caused him great difficulty getting dressed that morning, and he had yet to see his tailor. Most of his clothes fit a bit more snuggly in the month Alphonse had been preparing the meals. He noticed his weight gain and tried his best to keep it hidden from his almost-lover. He slipped away and changed his pants before returning to the dining room for dinner.

He had news to share, courtesy of one of his company’s investors.

Rudy sat at the dining room table and they ate a plentiful meal. They spoke of their days and how they were feeling. Alphonse made sure Rudolf had generous helpings of braised beef, white bean stew, and freshly baked bread. There wasn’t much of anything left over and Al felt good about making food that Rudolf enjoyed so thoroughly. Alphonse began to clear the dishes and platters that still covered the table.

“Al, I’ve been invited to an opera and was informed I could bring one guest,” Rudolf said, feeling this was the appropriate time to bring up the news he hoped would excite Alphonse. “Won’t you join me?”

“Me?” Alphonse asked, stacking the dishes on top of one another. “I’ve never been to an opera before. Don’t you think it would be best to take someone else?”

Alphonse knew he did not understand the high-class lifestyle Rudolf and his colleagues enjoyed. He had been poor his entire life. He wasn’t well educated and knew nothing of world affairs. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he embarrassed Rudolf in public. He figured it would be for the best if things continued on as they had been, with him remaining behind, doing what was useful to Rudolf at home.

“I wish to take the one who has been taking such good care of me.” He smiled at Alphonse.

“Surely you could attend with a colleague from the office. Perhaps make it a business meeting.”

“Do you not wish to go with me?”

“I never want to leave your side,” Alphonse stated honestly. “It’s just—I don’t want to make a fool of myself. I don’t want to do anything that might make you look less than. Opera houses aren’t for people like me.”

“You shall never think that way again, do you understand?” He looked seriously at Alphonse, who stood with the stack of dishes in his hands. “You are just as important to this world as any other man. You being yourself will never embarrass me.”

“Rudolf, I—.”

“Won’t you join me?” Rudolf asked once again, unwilling to take no for an answer. “I will take you to be fitted for a suit and it’ll be such fun to enjoy your presence outside of this house.”

“All right, if you insist,” he agreed, nodding, trying to suppress an overly enthusiastic grin. Alphonse went into the kitchen to fetch dessert. He paused for a moment when he was alone. He knew that he’d recently faced a sizeable hardship, but he hadn’t the time to feel melancholy. Being with Rudolf raised his spirits immensely.

He allowed himself a wide smile, feeling embarrassed at his own glee. He’d be attending an opera with a man he was falling in love with. Three months ago, Alphonse was certain he’d never work his way out of Papa’s clutches, but here he was enjoying life despite its setbacks.

Everything about Rudolf had Alphonse in a state of constant arousal. The way Rudolf smelled after a shower was just as appealing as the slightly sweaty smell he’d have after a long day of work. He appreciated Rudolf’s shy smiles and calm chuckles. Al was especially excited by how some of Rudolf’s garments tightly encased his large, powerful body. He feigned obliviousness that very evening when Rudolf split his pants in the back, his penis standing at attention as he watched the businessman shuffle off to their bedroom with nary an excuse or explanation.

Al took in the cake he’d prepared that afternoon, continuing to smile to himself, knowing it was the perfect way to celebrate their plans to attend a function together publicly. He held it carefully in his hands as he returned to the dining room.

“What’s this now?” Rudolf asked, amazed at the confection before him.

“We almost forgot dessert,” Al exclaimed. “In the market today cocoa was on sale. I’ve wanted to make a chocolate cake for a long time. I do hope you’ll enjoy it.” He excitedly cut a slice for Rudolf and set it in front of him. He remembered the day where their relationship really began to develop, with that box of decadent chocolates. Just thinking about how Rudolf sucked on his fingers was getting Alphonse excited.

Rudolf leaned forward slightly, plate in hand, as he shoveled large forkfuls of the chocolatey dessert into his mouth. His dress shirt strained slightly, the button on the roundest part of his stomach pulled taught, revealing a sliver of his corpulent flesh underneath.

“Mmm, this is delicious Alphonse,” Rudolf said as he finished his first slice of cake. “Your food is the best I’ve ever eaten. You’d think a trained patisserie had baked this.”

“Really? That’s fantastic.” He grabbed Rudolf’s empty plate and put another substantial slice on it before placing it back in front of the businessman. “Please, have some more.” Rudolf happily dug into this piece as well. He never ate dessert when he lived alone.

Alphonse enjoyed cooking for Rudolf almost as much as he enjoyed his growing stature. He’d always had an eye for the larger patrons in the bathhouse, and as nervous as he was during his auction, he was silently happy his virginity was purchased by such a handsome man.

Al saw Rudolf’s growth as a sign. It was a sign that he was doing something that created progress. He was able to give something to Rudolf, who had given him so much. The larger Rudy got, the more Alphonse saw him as a strong, intelligent, powerful man, who would always need someone to prepare his meals and—hopefully—make love to.

After most of the cake resided in Rudolf’s stomach, Alphonse went to start on the dishes. He stood at the sink in the kitchen and did his best to calm himself. He hadn’t been able to relieve himself this morning, having had errands to run outside of the townhouse. All he could think about was the look of pleasure on Rudolf’s face as he ate the cake, as he consumed the meal. He had caused that look with the food he prepared, and he wanted nothing more than to cause that same expression using his own body. He couldn’t focus on the dishes. His mind wandered to what Dorian had told him.

He wanted to feel Rudolf’s hands and mouth on his body. When the foreplay became too much to handle, he wanted to beg Rudolf to fuck him. Their courtship had lasted long enough. Tonight would be the night.

Alphonse left the dishes in the sink, grabbed the olive oil, and made his way to the bathroom. He hurriedly ran the water, filling the tub. This feeling, it was consuming him. He could wait no longer. He needed Rudolf. He needed to feel the larger man inside of himself. He tied his long, thick hair up with a ribbon. He removed his clothing hastily, stepping into the clawfoot tub. He added generous amounts of soap and peppermint oil to the water. He began to scrub his body vigorously, paying close attention to his asshole.

He touched his hole, his eyes closed. It pulsated gently, demanding to be played with. He scrubbed it again, adding more soap to his washcloth.

He bathed for nearly thirty minutes before he drained the water, wanting to make sure he was absolutely pristine. He got out of the tub and dried himself hastily, not any less aroused. His penis had been stiff since dinner and it began to ache. He walked from the bathroom in the nude, olive oil in hand. He found Rudolf in his pajamas, reading in bed.

“Alphonse,” he said in surprise, unsure of what was happening. He set his book on the nightstand to his left. He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Is everything all right?”

“I can wait not a second longer, Rudolf,” the nude man said honestly. “I need you.”

Rudolf took in Alphonse’s erection, feeling his own member stiffening to its full nine inches. Al walked over to the bed, his long limbs gliding effortlessly. Rudolf thought he looked like a painting, one that belonged in the finest museum. His trim waist and round behind were most alluring. Alphonse set the bottle of olive oil on the nightstand next to Rudolf’s romance novel. He turned his attention to Rudolf, moving to unbutton his night shirt.

“Things are moving so quickly,” Rudolf said, his face reddening.

“Not quick enough.” The shirt had been removed and Alphonse was able to take in the effects of the evening’s meal. Rudolf was broad shouldered, yes, but everything else about him was just as wide. He had large arms that were soft with fat, which covered the muscles of his teenage years. His chest sagged slightly, and he had substantial pink nipples. His meaty pecs sat atop a bloated middle, which rested in his lap comfortably. Alphonse’s cock jumped taking in Rudolf’s body.

“Dorian said you were to kiss me all over before we begin.” Rudolf nodded, understanding this would be put off no longer. As nervous as he was, he was glad Alphonse had taken the initiative. Alphonse walked closer to Rudolf at the edge of bed and the businessman placed his solid hands around his waist, pulling him closer. Rudolf kissed his middle softly, working his way towards Alphonse’s nipples. He began to suck on them before giving them a few gentle nibbles. Alphonse gasped, never imagining his nipples could make him feel this way.

“What else did Dorian tell you?” Rudolf asked between kisses. He licked Alphonse’s skin, which was smooth and smelled of peppermint.

“He said you had to loosen me up with your fingers and—and your tongue.”

“Get on the bed,” Rudolf commanded, standing and removing his night pants. His own member was now free from the confines of his clothing. Alphonse rested on his arms and knees, arching his back. Rudolf found himself salivating at the site of Alphonse’s generously proportioned behind. He spread the cheeks, looking at his clean, slightly pink hole. He brought his face close to it and gave it a few apprehensive licks before losing himself to the experience. He worked Alphonse’s hole with his tongue like he’d done it a million times before.

Al moaned loudly, wishing there were some way to repay Dorian for making all of this possible. His toes curled as Rudolf continued to loosen him up with his tongue, some of the licks traveling towards his balls. As Dorian had said, he was on the brink of begging for it.

“You’re supposed to—to use the olive oil to finger me,” Alphonse said, trying to steady his voice. His breathing was deep and labored. “You should put some on your cock as well.”

Rudolf did as he was told, and slowly inserted an oiled-up finger inside of Alphonse. “How are you?” Rudy asked.

“I’m fine,” he said, burying his face in the bedspread. “Please, keep going.” Alphonse’s hole pulsated around Rudolf’s thick middle finger. He was loosening up nicely and after a few minutes of being stimulated by one finger, Rudolf was able to add another. Alphonse felt his hips moving, trying to intensify the pleasure he was experiencing with just Rudolf’s fingers. “Put—put it in now, Rudolf.”

“Are you certain, Alphonse?” Rudolf asked, wanting to continue only if his lover were willing. He removed his fingers from inside of Alphonse slowly. “If you feel this was enough for a first venture, we can stop now.”

“I don’t want to stop,” Alphonse replied, his voice muffled by the blanket, his face still buried in its softness. He lifted his head, wanting to better express himself. He took a deep breath, looking back at Rudolf’s massive form behind him. “I want you to fuck me.”

Rudolf stood upright and took in Alphonse’s oiled behind. It looked firm and large for his thin frame. The sheen of the oil highlighted his smooth brown skin. Al was near the edge of the bed, his ass close enough for Rudolf to access. The businessman pulled at the ribbon in Alphonse’s hair, allowing the smaller man’s corkscrew coils to fan out in a dark halo. Al flicked his neck slightly, allowing his hair to fall more aesthetically.

Rudolf placed the head of his member near Al’s hole and worked himself inside gently. He couldn’t believe how incredible this felt. Alphonse was still breathing loudly, his entire body reacting to this experience.

“More,” Alphonse cried, feeling euphoric as Rudolf hit his prostate.

Rudolf pushed his entire cock into Alphonse, moving back and forth rhythmically. The sound of his thick upper thighs slamming against Alphonse’s ass as he pounded away was turning him on even more. Alphonse moaned loudly after a few minutes of this, ejaculating all over himself and the duvet. Rudolf kept going, continuing for nearly ten minutes before he filled Alphonse with his seed. When they were both finished, they laid out on the bed together, neither speaking. Alphonse reached out his hand, grabbing Rudolf’s.

They remained like this for some time.

They awoke early the next day, a Friday. Rudolf had already arranged a visit to the tailor before he even discussed attending the opera with Alphonse. Al had never owned a suit and Rudolf knew he’d definitely have to go up a size or two.

“Mr. Blauvelt, it is a pleasure to see you again,” Hans Reinhart, the tailor, said with a slight nod of his head. “What can I do for you?” He noticed Alphonse finally, standing nervously behind one of his most frequent customers. Rudolf carried a bag of clothes he needed repaired and let out.

“Yes, Hans, it is nice to see you as well. We’ve come today because my friend here needs a suit for the opera opening in the spring.” Rudolf hesitated a moment, lowering his voice even though he, Alphonse, and Hans Reinhart were the only people in the shop. “I also need some things sewn up and, well—let out a bit.”

Hans raised his eyebrows in surprise, but that was only a polite gesture. Rudolf had just purchased new suits for the colder seasons back in September. It had hardly been five months since then, but looking at Mr. Blauvelt before him, Hans thought it was painfully obvious the man had gotten larger. He’d seen it before with other customers, but it was more of a yearly occurrence, not monthly.

Rudolf handed the bag to the tailor, who took the heavy sack of clothing. Hans wondered how many items he’d shoved in there. He propped the bag against one of the walls, turning his attention towards Alphonse, who had still been semi-hiding behind Rudolf. “Young man, what kind of suit would you like?”

Alphonse froze; he’d hoped he wouldn’t have to pick for himself. What if he got the wrong thing? As opinionated as he’d been his entire life, this new world was breaking him down, making him overly conscious that he didn’t have experiences like Rudolf’s. No, he’d never been to an opera or to visit a tailor. He’d never lived in such a luxurious home or ridden in a motorcar. He felt everything about himself wasn’t enough.

“Go ahead, Alphonse,” Rudolf said gently. “Get whatever your heart desires.”

“Well, something very simple would be nice,” he started, looking Hans Reinhart in the eye for the first time. “Black would be fine—or even, perhaps, a navy.”

“Which is it then? Black or navy?” Hans asked, scribbling down the options Alphonse had just requested. “You’ll want a shirt, won’t you?” He was used to his clientele being more straightforward in their requests, knowing immediately what they wanted.

“I’d like for the suit to be navy, please.” Alphonse grabbed onto Rudolf for a moment, trying to calm himself. Rudolf looked at him with supportive eyes, but Alphonse misread the intent of his lover’s gaze. He quickly removed his hand from Rudy’s beefy arm, forgetting that behind closed doors they could touch one another as they pleased, but in public it was probably for the best to keep a respectable distance. “And a cream-colored shirt would suffice.” Hans continued to write down what Alphonse asked for.

“Come now. Let me get your measurements.” Alphonse stepped from behind Rudolf and walked over to where Mr. Reinhart stood. “Mr. Blauvelt, I’ll re-measure you and take a look at those garments you need mended next.”

He and Alphonse walked off to the back of the store. Alphonse followed Hans Reinhart’s instructions, as this was the first time he’d been measured by a tailor. As a child, his mother used to make all of his clothes. And once he arrived in the bathhouse, he wore hand-me-downs from the other workers.

“Your proportions make very easy work for me,” Hans remarked.

“Thank you,” Alphonse replied.

“Would you send Mr. Blauvelt back,” Hans said, scribbling the last of Al’s measurements on a sheet of paper. “Ask him to bring the bag with the garments.”

“Yes, sir.”

Alphonse returned to where Rudolf stood and gave the directions Mr. Reinhart had asked him to pass along. Rudolf thanked Alphonse and went to the back of the store to be re-measured. He stood as Hans poked and prodded him, wrapping his tape measurer around him in various ways. Hans would mumble to himself in surprise before recording Rudolf’s measurements on his note sheet.

“Goodness, all of your measurements have gone up substantially,” Hans expressed in shock, looking down at what he’d written. “Your waist, thighs, chest, all of you! If you keep growing at this rate, you’ll single-handedly keep me in business.” He laughed and Rudolf did as well, although he didn’t find it nearly as humorous.

“Will you be able to fix those items?” Rudolf asked, watching Hans paw through the numerous garments he’d brought to be let out.

“Honestly, Mr. Blauvelt,” Hans began. “I don’t think I can let these items out any more than I already have. I also don’t think mending these pants and shirts will do much good if you aren’t trying to slim down any time soon.”

Rudolf looked at the tailor seriously, embarrassed at what he was being told. He was only glad Alphonse was not around to witness his great shame.

“I mean no disrespect,” Hans continued, clearing his throat. “I’m speaking to you honestly when I let you know I could fix these items, but that won’t extend their lifespans long enough to the point you’d be getting your money’s worth. Perhaps I can construct some new items for you?”

Rudolf considered this, thinking about how much Alphonse enjoyed cooking and spoiling him. He could ask the smaller man to cut back on the quantity of food he prepared, maybe limit desserts to special occasions, but he didn’t want to take away something Al found purpose in. Rudy also considered how much he enjoyed eating the food Alphonse prepared. They were happy the way things were. Why would he want to disrupt that happiness?

“Well,” Rudolf started, “I think it’d be for the best to construct new garments. I’ll need them as soon as possible, considering a majority of my wardrobe is unusable.” Hans nodded, writing on his note sheet. “I’ll need five suits, ten shirts, five pairs of trousers.”

“I will have these completed two weeks from today,” Hans said. He’d make sure his seamstresses worked diligently for one of his best customers.

“Oh, and one more thing.”

“Yes, Mr. Blauvelt?”

“I’ll probably end up carrying some more weight this winter. I’d like for these items to be a few inches larger than the measurements you have recorded.”

“Of course, Mr. Blauvelt,” Hans replied. “I’ll see you and your, erm—assistant in two Fridays when you come to pick up your order. You’ll both be the best dressed at the opera.”

“Thank you.”

Rudolf strolled back out to the main area of the shop where he found Alphonse entranced by bolts of fabric. He watched for a moment as Alphonse gently ran his hand over some of the silks and laces. His hair hung down in a thick sheet of tight curls. He wore a simple white shirt and dark slacks, his body alluring even in such plain clothing items.

In that moment, Rudolf was certain he was in love with Alphonse.

“Let’s go home,” Rudolf said, walking to where Al stood. They made their way out of the shop and back to Rudolf’s car.

The businessman had planned to go into the office for the afternoon, but he telephoned his secretary and let her know he wouldn’t be in until Monday. He wanted more of Alphonse’s bountiful behind. His mouth salivated at the thought of burying his face in those cheeks once more. Alphonse had unearthed a beast, who would likely never be satisfied.

“Should I prepare luncheon?” Alphonse asked, hanging up his and Rudolf’s jackets.

“We can eat later,” Rudolf said, sucking his bottom lip as he watched Alphonse move about the foyer. “What I want now is you.”

Alphonse was still riding the high from the night prior. It was almost as if he could still feel Rudolf inside of himself. He hadn’t considered the businessman would want to have intercourse again so soon.

Rudolf grabbed Alphonse by the arm and pulled him close enough that they could kiss one another. The larger man felt Alphonse’s free hand on his belly, caressing it gently. They broke apart and Rudolf held Al’s hand in his own, leading him up the stairs to the second floor where their bedroom awaited them.

“What’s come over you?” Alphonse asked, watching Rudolf’s wide powerful behind shifting with each step up the staircase.

“You’re much too irresistible,” Rudolf replied, his voice tinged in desire.

They both removed their clothing once in the master bedroom. They stood naked in front of one another, appraising each other lovingly. They both had strong erections, pointing upwards in excitement. With only a slight awkwardness, they embraced one another.

The pair made love the entire afternoon, Alphonse almost unable to keep up with Rudolf’s enthusiasm. They took a break finally when the businessman’s stomach growled loudly. Alphonse placed his hand on Rudolf’s stomach dotingly.

“You’ve worked up an appetite,” he said.

“I certainly have.”

“Good thing I’ve already done the shopping.” Alphonse hopped out of bed, his legs a little wobbly. He did his best to stand upright. “I’m going to make you the most extravagant meal!” Still a little off balance, he strolled out of the bedroom to the kitchen, already erect again in anticipation of the faces Rudolf would make while eating the meal he was about to prepare.

As the days rolled by, the frequency of Alphonse and Rudolf’s lovemaking only intensified. They’d built a momentum that would have worn out any other couple. Rudolf would take half-days at the office, arriving home early to surprise Alphonse with bouquets of expensive flowers and other tokens of affection. In the twilight hours before dawn, Alphonse would find himself mounting his lover enthusiastically, wanting nothing more than to feel Rudolf inside of himself after a good night’s rest. Even with the increased exertion the intercourse provided, Rudolf was unable to quell his weight gain. Alphonse had managed to feed him more and more, excitedly cooking to show his happiness.

Al spent his days learning new recipes and keeping up the home. He’d been able to revive nearly every plant in the solarium. He learned new ways to remove stains from clothing items. He made sure every stray item had found a place in the large home. Tending to the home he’d built with Rudolf made him feel complete. He’d become confident of his position in the businessman’s life.

One afternoon in early March, Rudolf hurried through the doors of the townhouse, newspaper in hand. He knew Alphonse would be in the kitchen, practicing some new method for baking cakes or cookies or pies.

“You must read this,” Rudolf exclaimed, slightly winded. He’d rushed home from town to relay this news. He thrust the paper into Alphonse’s hands, ignoring the fact the young man was covered in flour.

Alphonse scanned the front page carefully, his eyes widening in disbelief. He took in the headline again. It read:

Badehaus Has Fallen. Deidrick Schroeder to Stand Trial.

The article wasn’t very forthcoming. It did not go into detail about how the events had occurred, just that Papa was being charged as an extortionist, a kidnapper, and a sex trafficker. Alphonse could hardly believe what he was reading. He thought of Alvin and Dorian and the other sons. What had happened to them? Where would they go? He wanted to find Alvin, but he had no idea where to even begin looking.

“This deserves celebration,” Alphonse said finally, setting the newspaper on the countertop.

“You act as if you need a reason to overfeed me.”

“True, I don’t need a reason, but it’s nice to have one.” Alphonse smiled softly at Rudolf, who wondered how the former bathhouse worker was taking the news.

The fall of the bathhouse stayed on Alphonse’s mind. After the initial news broke, he asked Rudolf to bring home the newspaper everyday so he could check for updates. There’d only been a few. Papa’s trial wouldn’t be until the fall, allowing the prosecution to build the strongest case possible. It would be when all the wealthiest families in town would return from their summer estates in the country. Alphonse wondered if Rudolf had a summer estate and if they’d spend the warmer months away from the town.

Alphonse had been to the tailor’s nearly two months ago to pick up their order. He would try on his suit almost daily while Rudolf was at the office, just for a few moments. In those five minutes, he’d feel worthy of his current place in life, like he truly belonged with Rudolf Blauvelt.

The time had finally come and putting on his suit was no longer a rehearsal. One Saturday evening in April, both Alphonse and Rudolf dressed for the opera. Alphonse stood transfixed by his image in a hallway mirror, like he hadn’t looked at himself in this very suit for weeks. He had a western style tie made of satin fabric that matched the navy suit. Rudolf had even gotten him a stylish pair of leather shoes. He couldn’t believe it. It seemed almost surreal.

As happy as Alphonse was, Rudolf was displeased. Even having asked the tailor to construct his garments with a few forgiving inches, his suit for the evening was not fitting the way he’d like. His pants could barely do up. He’d have to forgo the vest. He’d have to leave his jacket open. He sighed deeply and exited the bedroom.

“Are you ready Al?” he asked.

“Yes,” Alphonse responded still enraptured by his image in the mirror, his stomach in knots. Rudolf grabbed his hand, gaining Al’s full attention. “You look very dashing.”

Rudolf’s face reddened, glancing over at their images in the hallway mirror. How could Alphonse be happy with a man like him? Al’s hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, his face clearly displayed without his hair to distract from its magnificence. His suit fit perfectly. His suit didn’t look nearly ready to burst at the seams.

“You could have any man or woman you wanted,” Rudolf said, still holding Alphonse’s hand. “I may not be your best option.”

“You are truly the only man I want to be with for the rest of my life,” Alphonse said seriously.

“You speak honestly?” Rudolf asked, struggling to meet Alphonse’s gaze.

“I’d never lie to you,” Al replied. “I love you, Rudolf.”

Rudolf brought Alphonse’s hand to his lips and kissed it softly. Hearing those words from Alphonse was nearly enough to bring him to tears.

“I love you,” the businessman replied.

In that moment, they both wanted nothing more than to get undressed and spend the night in bed together, but they made their way out of the townhome and to the opera house. Once they arrived, the pair was surrounded by Rudolf’s associates. They conversed loudly in the lobby, laughing and slapping shoulders. Alphonse stood silently by the businessman’s side, wishing he were able to grab onto Rudolf’s supportive arm.

One of the men spoke to Rudolf in a language Alphonse didn’t understand.

The boy, are you willing to lend him out for the evening?” Rudolf had been disinterested in the conversation before, but now Alphonse could tell he’d been offended by what the man had said. Alphonse was almost certain they’d said something referring to him.

“No, I am not.” Rudolf grabbed Alphonse by the arm and stormed off to his box in the theater.

“That man thought I was your whore, didn’t he?” Alphonse asked. It was dark, but Rudolf could hear the tears in Alphonse’s voice.

“Alphonse, you are not a whore,” Rudolf said, his voice low and deep. “I’ve never once thought of you that way, even when you lived in the bathhouse.”

They were silent, the murmur of the theatergoers building as everyone found their way to their seats. Rudolf knew their love would never be recognized by the church or state. People would choose to see their relationship in a way that didn’t make them uncomfortable. Alphonse would be seen as a ward. A relative. A servant. An assistant. Never what Rudolf truly considered him, his partner.  

“If possible, we’d be married by now,” Rudolf said, expressing something he’d only been able to fantasize about.

“Really?” Alphonse asked. As much as he loved Rudolf, he feared that one day he’d grow tired of their homosexual dalliance and find a wife.

“Yes, really. Even if we can’t express it as we’d like.”

“That’s very romantic,” Alphonse replied, his heart full. “Did you read that in one of your novels?”

“Honestly, it’s as if we already are married,” Rudolf said, laughing gently. “We have a partnership of our own. You cook and clean and you take care of our home. You take care of me. We give to each other.”

“Yes, we do.”

The opera began and Alphonse felt more at ease. If the world was unable to see the value in their relationship, he had to remember that what he and Rudolf thought was most important. They sat back in their seats and listened as men and women gave their all on stage. It was an exciting experience for Alphonse, who would look in Rudolf’s direction every few minutes to see if he too was enjoying this as much as he was.

During intermission Alphonse made his way to the restroom. After finishing, the restroom attendant spoke directly to him.

“Alphonse!” the attendant exclaimed. “How’re you?”

Alphonse looked into the face of Alvin Baum. The Two Al’s were together again. Without words, they embraced one another.

“When did you—? How did you—? Are you—?” Alphonse had so many questions. He didn’t know which one to ask first.

That was when Alvin revealed the information he’d been privy to as a resident of the bathhouse. Papa had arranged for a new boy to take Dorian’s bedroom, moving Dorian into Alphonse’s old room. Dorian and his best client, the lawyer Burgess Pfeiffer, were much closer than many knew. The incident was just the push Dorian needed to leave the bathhouse for good. He and Pfeiffer leaked documents from Papa’s files, as well as written testimonies from a number of the sons and their families. Dorian and Burgess Pfeiffer had not been seen since, allegedly fleeing to a neighboring country. Alphonse couldn’t believe it. This story was more dramatic than the opera.

“That’s wonderful!” Alphonse said in awe. They exchanged addresses and he invited Alvin to come around for luncheon the next week.

“I can’t wait to see where you’re living these days,” Alvin said, taking in Alphonse’s expensive outfit once more.

“I’m very fortunate,” Alphonse replied, smiling at the thought of Rudolf.

The lights flickered, signaling the second act was about to begin. They embraced one another once more and Alphonse made his way back to where Rudolf waited for him. The rest of the opera, Alphonse could hardly focus. He was happy for both Dorian and Alvin, but he felt even more intensely happy for himself. He’d found a great man and the place that had brought him years of pain was no more. They left the opera house in a hurry, not wanting to be trapped in another round of dull conversation.

Once they arrived back at the townhouse, Alphonse’s joy could be contained no longer. He’d had such an incredible evening, he felt as light as a feather. During the ride home, Alphonse relayed everything he’d learned from Alvin. He also asked to make sure it would be okay for Alvin to come to luncheon the next week. “Am I invited?” Rudolf had asked.

“You’d take the afternoon off to entertain with me?”

“Of course,” Rudy responded. “I’m glad you have someone you can talk to.”

Now, in the foyer, he spun around whimsically, humming the opera’s most memorable tune. Rudolf watched with intense amusement.

“You can’t just stand there,” Alphonse said, spinning over to where Rudolf stood watching him. “Let’s waltz.”

“Alphonse, no, really,” Rudolf protested. “I have two left feet.”

“I don’t care,” Alphonse sang, smiling widely. “I just want to dance with you.” He positioned his hand on Rudolf’s waist and draped the businessman’s right hand on his shoulder.

“There’s not any music playing.”

“I’ll hum something,” Alphonse said. “I’ll lead this time.”

Rudolf hadn’t lied about having two left feet, but it didn’t detract from how much fun Alphonse was having. “Dum dum dum dum,” Alphonse hummed to the beat of a four count.

Even though under other circumstances he’d be mortified, Rudolf released his inhibitions and gave himself to the moment. This was actually quite lovely, a memory he’d cherish for many years to come. Alphonse pressed himself against the businessman, enjoying the feel of his slim body against Rudolf’s substantial belly.

They slowed after a few minutes of this exercise. Alphonse looked up into the face of the businessman. His face was so handsome, his strong jawline slightly hidden by a double chin.

“I want to kiss you,” Rudolf whispered gently. “I want to fuck you.”

Alphonse smiled, wanting nothing more than to be with Rudolf in this way as often as possible. The larger man grabbed Alphonse, kissing him as they moved over to the chesterfield sofa in the living room. Alphonse kicked off his shoes and sat on the cushions as Rudolf stood. Al unbuttoned the businessman’s pants. With the pressure of the latch no longer pressing against Rudolf’s meaty belly, it pushed forward freely.

Slightly embarrassed by his ever-growing paunch, his face reddened. “God, Rudolf. I love how sturdy you are,” Alphonse said, looking up at Rudolf’s face. “It makes me want you even more. I adore a man who likes my cooking.”

Rudolf smiled bashfully, placing his hand on the roundest part of his stomach. Alphonse was incredibly hard. He pushed Rudy’s dress shirt up and kissed the top his belly, working his way down, nestling his nose for a moment in Rudolf’s dark pubic hair, breathing in his scent voraciously.

It was then, after months, Alphonse finally understood Dorian’s secret.

Alphonse pulled Rudolf’s cock from the confines of his undergarments and marveled at its length and thickness. Al licked the shaft before taking the head in his mouth. He held Rudolf’s balls in his hand, gently massaging them. The sensation of Alphonse’s mouth around his stiff penis caused Rudy’s hips to buck slightly. He held onto Alphonse’s hair gently. After weeks of lovemaking, Rudolf was shocked to realize there were still sexual acts to be discovered.

Alphonse stopped teasing Rudolf’s penis and sat up. He went to unbutton his pants when Rudolf simply tore them open. “I’ll buy you a hundred new suits.”

He tore open the jacket and the shirt as well, the buttons scattering across the sofa and hardwood flooring.

Rudolf’s generously proportioned member was slick with pre-cum and Alphonse’s spit. Alphonse rested his forearms on the side of the couch, his knees on the cushions. Rudolf climbed up behind him, the chesterfield creaking slightly. Alphonse looked back at him, his own penis leaking pre-cum. Al’s asshole was already slightly moist in anticipation and Rudolf entering him. The businessman placed the head of his cock near Al’s eager hole. Rudolf’s stomach lightly rubbed against the top of Alphonse’s firm, round butt. “Are you ready, Alphonse?” he asked, unable to wait any longer.

“Yes,” Alphonse said, exhaling in anticipation. Rudolf entered Alphonse slowly, moving his hips only slightly, not wanting to push Alphonse too quickly. “Please Rudolf—more—harder—!” Alphonse moaned. Rudolf grunted as he pushed a bit more forcefully. They were breathing rhythmically, perfectly in sync with one another. Alphonse couldn’t suspend orgasm any longer. He came all over the chesterfield. Rudolf went on for a few more moments before he finished as well. They sat back on the sofa, in a state of utter bliss.

“I love you,” Rudolf said, exhaling slowly, his body covered in a slight layer of perspiration.

“I love you too,” Alphonse said, smiling. He grabbed one of the buttons from his cream-colored dress shirt that was now ruined. “I really loved that suit as well.” Rudolf laughed loudly, incredibly tickled by Alphonse’s comment.

They gathered their clothing and went up to bed. They spent the majority of Sunday tangled together in the linens, only getting up to eat the meals Alphonse hastily prepared so that they could lay in bed once more as soon as possible.

There were many more events and outings that the couple attended together. And Rudolf had kept his word, making sure to purchase Alphonse the most luxurious clothing items. A year after they met, which was also Alphonse’s nineteenth birthday, Rudolf presented the young man with a simple gold band, which matched one he’d purchased for himself. Even if it was only official to the two of them, they vowed to love each other for the rest of their lives, through thick and thin.

It was a promise they’d upheld with extreme veneration.

History books would say they were close friends, but Rudolph Blauvelt and Alphonse Jung we’re much closer than that. They were lovers. Partners. Husbands.

The End!