By mid-day we presented ourselves at Cecil's and found him ready for us.
“We have not much time,” said Gaston. “We must be back for luncheon.”
He took us to the Couteriere he knew, who made the necessary measurements while Cecil supplied her with all the particulars he required. The confabulation was such a long one that we got a trifle impatient, but it was over at last and we all made haste back to the Faubourg St. Germain.
A day or two later, Cecil called on the Prince and told him of the invitation he had given us, merely saying, of course, that he would like us to spend the evening with him.
On the day in question we repaired to the Avenue Moche rather late in the afternoon and found Cecil impatiently awaiting us. After a pleasant hour or two, he took us to the dressing room to be attired for our parts. Maurice figured large in this scene, being assisted by Julius, whom I regarded with considerable interest, recollecting de Beaupre's account of what took place on his engagement by Monsieur. He was a decidedly pretty young man, but was scarcely calculated now to give one the impression of strict monastery breeding, for he tripped about in the liveliest manner and displayed very much less reserve in his demeanor then did Maurice.
Cecil had made the most elaborate preparations for adorning our persons. Our costumes were of the eighteenth century period, and I felt myself quite imposing when I had attired myself in a pair of white satin breeches, with white silk stockings, shoes with diamond buckles, a white brocaded waistcoat and a full skirted coat of white satin, glittering with embroidery of brilliante.
We were now ready to start, and as soon as we were notified that the carriage was at the door, we descended to the porch.
The drive was a long one, taking us right away to the farthest suburbs, but we finally passed through a gate and after going up a short private road drew up before the portico of a large stone villa. The doors were shut, but on knocking, we were admitted to the hall where our coats and Cecil's wrap were taken by a servant.
I found the exquisiteness of the surroundings to match Blackie's tales, and as we entered into the fantastic villa, I reminisced about the initial days of school when he told his colorful stories of Society X. My heart raced with excitement and intrepid anticipation, and not a little disbelief that I was actually going to be among the members of this mysterious club.
We were late arrivals and the rest of the company of young men were already assembled. They were every bit as charming and dashing as Gaston had related, only more so, for tonight, they too were dressed in full eighteenth century costumes. I smiled with satisfaction, thinking that Gaston and I outshone all the rest in plumage.
Gaston and Cecil were instantly recognized and we were soon surrounded by the smart looking young men as they kissed Gaston and Cecil on either cheek.
“May I present Charles Powerscourt,” said Cecil. “Please welcome him as my guest.”
The young men all greeted me with the greatest of friendliness, and I felt at ease almost instantly in their affectionate company.
“Now that you have come, Cecil, we will have some refreshments and thereafter the entertainments can commence,” said one young fellow with chestnut colored hair.
“But where is Sir Henry?” I whispered to Gaston. I was strongly desirous to see the great man about whom Gaston had talked at such length about.
“I am certain that he will make a grand entrance presently,” replied Gaston.
We followed Cecil to a long table where a profusion of grapes and wines and the finest cheeses had been laid out. There was soft music being played by a small orchestra in one corner of the large room, the soft, beautiful music echoing off the lovely veined marble of the floor.
As we sipped our wine, some of the members of Society X began to dance slowly with one another to the music. I was enchanted with the sight of so many young men enjoying such passionate conduct with each other so openly and liberally. I could even see from where I stood that some of the men's members were straining their breeches as their partners danced close and stroked their buttocks.
The wine began to go to my head, and I looked towards Gaston to find that his cheeks were flushed rosy with the fragrant bouquet and exciting display of so many handsome men before us. Just then the doors to the grand apartment were flung open and a man who could've been none other than Sir Henry entered the room.
I had never seen a more striking man in all my life. His shoulder length blond hair hung in loose curls about his broad shoulders. His full lips turned up at the corners in a gay smile, and his eyes! His eyes were the most electrifying color of green I had ever seen. They were positively feline, and turned up slightly at the corners giving his entire face an elegant sleek look.
The members of Society X immediately ceased their dancing to greet him.
“That is Sir Henry!” said Gaston excitedly.
“I guessed that,” I replied, never taking my eyes from the newest arrival. He too was dressed in full eighteenth century attire, and I have to admit that his costume was by far the most elaborate. Cecil and Gaston advanced to greet him, and I followed rather reluctantly.
“Come Charlie. Meet Sir Henry,” said Cecil, and quite suddenly I found myself standing in front of this extraordinary man.
“Sir Henry, I should be pleased to introduce you to Charles Powerscourt,” said Cecil.
“Charles. Welcome to our Spring celebration!” Sir Henry said, his green eyes flashing merrily. His voice was like the velvet night-time and the sound seemed to caress my being down to my very depths. He leaned forward and kissed me on either cheek. He then turned to Gaston and warmly embraced him, clearly happy to see him again. As the greetings concluded of Sir Henry's arrival, it seemed that the entertainments were to begin.
The music continued to play, and Sir Henry presently left the great hall once again only to return shortly with an especially handsome young boy in tow. I gasped with surprise to see the lad following in absolute submission totally naked as he was, wearing only a golden rope around his neck which Sir Henry lead him in by.
“Gentlemen,” announced Sir Henry, “May you take your pleasure before this living personification of the God of Love!” Sir Henry's eyes sparkled with pleasure. He led the young man to the center of the huge room and stood there on naked display for our pleasure; naked save the golden rope that still hung about his neck.
The men of Society X suddenly began removing their clothing in furious abandon. I glanced over to see that Cecil and Gaston were following the custom, and so I gleefully removed my costume as well.
The men began to surround the beautiful figure of the lad, who reminded me of the classical Adonis, and began to cast toward him offerings of roses, white, red and yellow. They bowed and kissed his feet and caressed his unmoving figure with bacchanalian abandon.
Slowly we formed a circle around this symbol of youth and beauty, and quite suddenly, I felt a hand grip my cock which had naturally sprung to attention in all this excitement. It seemed that the links of the circle were formed of a sort of human flesh chain, with the links of this fence of passion being each man who held a cock in hand. Being caught up in the fancy of this playful celebration of life, I reached next to me and found to my astonished delight, Sir Henry!
I wordlessly reached down between his legs for his cock. I saw that Sir Henry indeed had a Prince Albert ring pierced through the head of his penis, and my body thrilled with eagerness to stroke this man and give him pleasure. We began a rhythmic ritual, in which each man stroked his neighbor's cock in a mutual frenzy of delight.
My cock had been slowly on the rise since we entered the meeting place of Society X, and now in the able hands of Sir Henry, I felt as though I would positively burst with pleasure. I looked about me at this astonishing scene, and noted that many other members of Society X also had golden cock rings. From that day on, I was determined to wear one, a fantasy that eventually came to pass, but that was much later. For now I was happy to simply imagine it, and take pleasure in lightly fingering the one which ran through Sir Henry's magnificent prick. Soon enough, under Sir Henry's titillations, I felt my body growing hotter and hotter, and my muscles contracting in climactic excitement. I thrust my hips forward and just as I was about to come, a page silently appeared from seemingly nowhere and placed a chalice beneath Sir Henry's hand which still held my cock.