Freniere

By MOM

"And just where do you think you're going?" his mother grunted at him, disapproval dripping from her words.

"I'm going with Freniere, were going to shoot some billiards. I already told you that," Louis smiled at his mother, amused at the scowl on her plump face.

"Honestly, Louis. I thought Gerald warned you about him. Are you living in another world? You know the unsavoury rumours about him. His gambling. His dissipated life. He's ruining his sugar plantation with his utter lack of interest in running it. His plantation is heavy in to debt thanks to his gambling. Oh, did I mention he was a drunk?" His mother said triumphant in her list of all she knew about Freniere's failings.

"Mother," Louis said, turning from the mirror, giving her his nicest smile, "He does have a sister you know."

"Babette?" his mother said somewhat hopefully, "Ah, Louis. Can it be that you are thinking of Babette?"

"She is a lovely girl, very intelligent," Louis said, putting his frock coat over his shoulders. He had on a tan pair of breeches, a white cotton shirt, and embroidered vest.

"You look very handsome tonight, Louis," his mother said, grudgingly. Almost too handsome, she worried, his lashes and green eyes were, well, beautiful, she shook her head, and his mouth, thank God he wasn't a girl.

"Louis, I'm glad you're interested in Babette, but for heaven's sake not really. Marry her and you'll end up marrying him and his failing plantation. How about Gerald's sister, Marie?"

"Marie," Louis said, "Doesn't fancy me." He pasted a sad look on his face to fake a sadness he didn't feel.

"That's not what Gerald told me. Marie is a lovely girl. Such pleasant manners. She has a lovely singing voice. Wouldn't you like to be related to Gerald? He's so successful."

Sighing, Louis felt the unwelcome memory of Marie drift into his mind. Yes, she was pretty, rippling black hair; heart shaped little face, a buxom, fine figure, and a bow of a mouth.

Yet, she didn't move him. Didn't affect him with her songs, or her fine playing of the spinet. He knew Gerald and his mother pinned high hopes on his marrying Marie. Gerald had just married his own cousin, Suellen a month ago. He no longer went to the saloon to kill some time playing cards with Louis, discussing matters that interested them both. Gerald wanted to see Louis married and part of his family. He had a great fondness for Louis.

"What about Marie?" Louis' mother insisted.

"What about Babette?" Louis said, "She's beautiful, talented, she'd suit me. She's very good at managing her family's plantation since her parents died of fever."

"She can't manage that no good brother of hers," his mother scoffed, "So, she can't manage her plantation."

"Mother, I have to go now," Louis said, kissing her cheek.

He teased, "You keep putting Babette down and I'll end up marrying no one."

Now that was food for thought! She followed Louis out the door, and stood on the porch, watching him mount his bay.

"I never said she was the worse you could do, Louis," his mother said grumpily.

"Louis going out?" Louis' sister joined their mother on the porch. Her raven hair was rolled up. She had a fetching calico dress on. Her face with its pointy chin had an envious look on it. If only I was born a man, she thought wistfully to herself. Instead I'm stuck here at home. Most every night. She envied her older brother's freedom, terribly.

Louis waved good bye to the thus far the only women in his life that meant anything to him. He pondered over what Gerald had said about Freniere. That he wasn't quality. That there was something under handed about him. He warned Louis that he should keep his association with Freniere as formal as possible. Louis smiled, and shook his head at Gerald's over protectiveness of him. Even through Gerald was just a year older, he acted like a total older brother to Louis. Giving him advice and direction, which Louis followed according to his whim.

Louis guided his bay through the forest. In the clearing he could see Freniere waiting for him.

Freniere's lightly handsome face beamed at Louis. His face would have been clearly handsome if there hadn't been a smear of dissoluteness about it. He had sandy blond, casually unkempt hair. A pencil thin moustache. And a lively look in his eyes. He cantered his horse to met Louis, a grin all over his face.

"Ready to have some fun Louis?" he teased, reining his horse up.

"Yes," blushed Louis. Sometimes Freniere almost seemed too overly familiar towards him. Like the admiring look he was giving Louis now. It was a troubling look for Louis. It almost seemed like Freniere had a plan hatching that involved him.

Louis shook his head, feeling foolish and awkward suddenly. "Oui," he smiled shyly. He suddenly wished he had stayed home, but he went on to politely say,

"I'm ready. Where are we headed for?"

"Aunt Prissy's," Freniere laughed at the excited look on Louis' face.

"The whore house?" All doubts of the evening immediately vanished from Louis' mind.

"Are you sure? I've never been." Louis blushed again at this admission of unsophistication on his part.

"It's the perfect place to play cards," drawled Freniere. "You do like playing cards? Don't you Louis?"

Louis had in his wallet a prescribed amount of gambling money he felt he could spare.

"Yes," he grinned excitedly, thinking of the women at Aunt Prissy's. What did they look like? He wondered. Were they naked, lolling about on couches? Just for the taking? Louis felt dizzy; he had never seen a white woman naked before. Blond with big blue eyes he promised himself. He dug into his bay's ribs causing his horse to quicken its gait.

Freniere laughed at Louis' eagerness. He was feeling rather eager himself. He looked out of the corner of his eye at Louis' lithe figure. Very eager indeed.

The two of them tied their horses to the stand near Aunt Prissy's. They entered the house, greeted by Aunt Prissy herself.

She was dressed in a robe, which covered a negligee of black silk, lace, and ribbons. Her face was coolly made up to give her an appearance of youthful freshness. He paints failed her. Her face was old, harsh, and waspish. Her dyed red hair teased to girlish waves mocked her age, rather than softened it. She gave Freniere a familiar nod. "Thanks honey," she said sweetly," for introducing me to such a nice mannered young man." She gave Louis a cold look. "You're almost too mighty good looking for a man."

Louis was taken aback at her bold stare of him. "Madam," he said gallantly, giving her a courtly bow.

Louis and Freniere found empty places at the card table. They dealt themselves into the poker game. Louis could barely look at his cards. He was too busy gawking at the expensive crystal chandeliers. The glass crystals pieces blazed and sparkled from the light from many oil lamps. Smoke fogged the room, every breath he took, took in smoke. Music was playing from a darkie pounding cheerful tunes from a piano. The carpet was a lush red, matching the luxury of the red drapes. He felt this place was made especially to entertain him personally, especially when he looked the whores over.

Blond, brunette, black haired pretties. He was disappointed that they were dressed in garish, bright silks. Everything was covered except her bosoms were more exposed than what was normal for an every day woman.

Most of the older men were getting quietly drunk. Their behaviour was of exaggerated gallantry to the whores, who flirted and frisked about the patrons. Paint laid heavily on the ladies' faces making them seem strange and surreal.

The younger men teased and handled the girls, laughing with them, exchanging off colour jokes. Louis tried to concentrate on his cards, but his head was swimming with indecision. He wanted to make an assignation with one of the girls, but he was too shy and embarrassed to. He decided to keep with his cards. He had a natural aptitude for math, which helped him play cautiously and well. Still dreaming of shapely calves, and sturdy thighs, Louis returned his gaze to the table.

"Louis," Freniere said, mildly amused at Louis' gaucheness. "Your play."

Freniere poured Louis a more than healthy serving of champagne.

"It's on the house Louis," he grinned, "Drink up."

"Thanks," Louis grinned sipping it down. Later in the evening, Louis was drunkenly amazed at the amount of money Freniere lost. He himself lost a very little. Freniere almost seemed to lose money deliberately as if it was a point of honour with his to lose. The more intoxicated Louis became, the more surprisingly amusing Freniere seemed to become. He felt attracted to Freniere in a way he never felt towards a man before. His eyes never left Freniere's laughing, smoking mouth.

Freniere took in Louis' admiring eyes. He made a decision. "Louis," he offered, "Do you want a whore?"

"A whore?" Louis said agog.

"Yes, Louis. A real live whore." He gestured to a pleasant, jolly looking red headed young lady, with an hour glass figure grasped in her black satin gown. "Do you like her Louis? I'll buy her for you."

"For me?" Louis said in awe, dropping his cards to the table.

Freniere ran his hand over her giggling body. "All for you, Louis. Take her upstairs. Give her a try." He winked at Molly, the whore he picked out for Louis.

"Come on handsome," Molly said gaily, taking Louis by the hand, leading him up the stairs.

She took him into the bedroom, snickering as she pulled off his calf length boots. "Oh Cherie," Louis said, happily, as she tugged him out of his trousers. He sat up, and threw off his frock coat.

She ordered sweetly, "Lay back, little one," as she stripped him from his shirt and vest. She shimmied him out of his briefs. "Ah, monsieur, not so little," she giggled, hiking up her skirt, sliding herself on top of Louis' engorged pole. "Ah, mademoiselle," Louis gasped, as she bobbed and slid up and down on Louis' member, squatting on it. Her face was contorted with the work she was doing. Clenching her muscles hard upon Louis. She worked him frantically as Louis moaned and gasped in the headiness of being pleasured. Finally he squirmed, and jerked inside her. His semen being absorbed by the sponge inside her. He lay relaxed and pleased, the room spinning about him. Molly pulled her skirt down, pulled out a towel from under the bed, and wiped herself down. "Want a drink, love?" she offered, filling a glass with amber, fizzy champagne. She then sipped a drop of something into the drink, giving it Louis.

"Your health, mademoiselle," Louis said, downing it quickly.

All of a sudden, Louis saw two mollies. He couldn't focus. His stomach was curling in on itself.

"Mademoiselle," he gasped, "I feel poorly."

"Oh, you'll do just fine," Molly said coldly, slipping from the room, taking the money from Freniere, allowing him in as she left.

Freniere dressed in a silk robe, smiled at Louis as a groom smiles at his timid bride. Louis lay on the red silk bed sheets, his beautiful flesh warmly tinted by the redness of the sheets and the oil lamp. His nipples shown rosily against the paleness of his flesh. His body defined by his slender frame and wiry muscles. His shoulder length hair gleamed an impossible darkness against the red sheets. Freniere parted his robe revealing his engorged, hungry, cock.

"Freniere," Louis said softly, suddenly feeling more strongly aroused then he had felt with the whore, "I, I don't feel too well."

"It's the opium, Louis," Freniere said softly, "You may get to enjoy it later. Another time with me, perhaps?"

He ran his hands on Louis' tight thighs.

"I want to taste you, I want to see how you would taste on my tongue Louis," Freniere said, lustfully.

He held Louis' member in his hand, lowering his mouth upon it. Louis felt like he had been hit by electricity at the urgency and play of Freniere's mouth upon him. "Yes," he whispered, thrusting himself deeper down Freniere's throat. Freniere cupped Louis' taunt buttocks in his hands aiding Louis in the violence of his thrusts.

Louis moaned, as he creamed in Freniere. Freniere swiped his mouth, and put Louis on his stomach, drawing Louis' knees up.

"Relax Louis," Freniere demanded, coolly. "You have the prettiest little ass I ever seen." He poked his finger inside Louis, pleased at Louis' tightness, he fondled Louis' balls, tickling and stroking. He opened Louis wide and pushed himself in.

Louis grunted, and tears fell from his eyes, the huge member inside him, tore at him leaving him aroused and so conquered. As the room dipped and waved, Louis thought, Why is this happening to me?

Finally he was released; Freniere lay heavily on top of him. "Tonight Louis. We are one together," he whispered in Louis' ear. Aching, Louis felt himself falling asleep.

Week's later Louis found himself going to the Freniere's plantation frequently, mostly to see Babette, somewhat to see Freniere.

Freniere was rapidly becoming dull to Louis. His hawing laughter, and his nonchalant, indifference to life cooled Louis. At first he thought Freniere would figure significantly in his life. He would close his eyes remembering that night at Miss Prissy's. How disturbingly excited he felt to be dominated and claimed by another man. But, Freniere whittled those feelings away from Louis with his loutish drunkenness and stupidity. Louis decided to do his best to care for him as a friend, feeling sorry for the loneliness Freniere felt. But, other than that he steadily avoided being intimate with him.

Babette was another consideration. He genuinely liked her. She was clear headed, full hearted, full of dreams and aspirations, her hands full of busy little handy tasks. While her brother, he was empty. He liked watching her crisp, cool, going about. But, despite his best efforts to kindle passion for her, he couldn't, for her, her conversation, yes, but for her.

"Yes, Louis, I do see a time when women will be emancipated and have the right to vote and own property," Babbette said, busily doing repair work to one of Freniere's shirts. "Some day a woman will even be governor of this state," Babette promised herself.

"I believe it could be so. But we're still in our infancy of governing. Some day, when we have worn off our rustic roots, and no longer need to forcefully subdue the land, I believe women will take their place in government," Louis said, smilingly, "Look at the eminent examples we have before us in history, Queen Victoria and Queen Elizabeth. I think the mark of a civilisation being truly civil is the ability to share power with all its people."

Babette fixed a calculated smile at Louis. She drew her needle into Freniere's shirt.

"Did you hear what Louis said?" she said warmly to her brother.

She devoured her brother with the heat of her eyes. His weakness was sponge to her, absorbing her every emotion. She shut her eyes with a strange look on her face, anxious for the evening to draw itself near dawn, when in the solitude of that hour she would go into Freniere's room exchanging her caresses with his.

"Yes, I heard what he said," Freniere said, already drunk off his gin. He gave Louis a fixed stare.

"Louis would you like to retire outside with me? I have a fine pair of Cuban cigars. I'd like to offer you one. Babette won't hear of my smoking in the house."

"No, I won't hear of your smoking in the house," Babette said lovingly, patting Freniere's knee with a lingering touch.

"Louis, please take my brother out," she gave Louis a direct order, "He could use some air."

Louis complied, always the gentleman. Once outside with Freniere, he had to avert his face, sickened by the drunken wetness of Freniere's teary face upon his. He willed himself not to push Freniere away, taking a step backwards instead. He grasped Freniere's limp arm to lead him back indoors. Freniere broke away.

"I have to talk to you, Louis. It is off the most up most importance."

"There's nothing that can be said between us that can be important," Louis said, sad for him.

"There is," Freniere insisted, "Aren't you lonely Louis? Don't you want to have someone to hold you? Someone who knows what you like? Someone who knows who you are?"

Freniere ran his trembling fingers along Louis' vest.

"I'm more than that," Louis breathed, "You have no understanding of what I'm about."

He brushed Freniere's fingers off his chest.

"You're about to drive me insane," Freniere said, throwing his arms around Louis, almost causing Louis to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

"Please just come to the shed. Just for a moment of you precious time Louis."

Louis felt Freniere's clothed arousal against his thigh. He felt his resolve weakening. Both arousal and pity for Freniere over took his judgement.

"For a moment," he said, following Freniere into the shed.

He leaned against the wall allowing Freniere to slide his breeches down. He felt unsettled at the loose, slack, wetness of Freniere's trembling mouth on his member. Freniere tightened his hold on him, trailing his hands against his balls. Louis closed his eyes feeling his member enlarging in Freniere's hollow mouth. He opened them with a start, when he heard a voice emerge from the darkness.

"Enjoying yourself, Louis?" said Babette.

A triumphant, sly look on her creamy ivory of face.

"Babette," Louis cried, pulling away from Freniere. He was at a loss for explanation. He pulled up his breeches. "I'm so sorry," was all he could dream of saying.

"I'm sorry I interrupted you, brother," Babette said in a business like tone, "You can finish with him later, if Louis would like. But for now brother dear, Louis and I must discuss business."

"Of course, sister. Louis," he said formally to Louis. He gave Louis a quick dismissive nod, then strode out of the shed.

"Do you love him Louis?" Babette propositioned.

"No, of course not," Louis said shamefacedly.

"Too bad. He says he has feelings for you. This would be easier if you loved him. Read this Louis," she offered him a letter.

It was a letter to a young boy of thirteen. A son of a tradesman. The language in it was obscene. It was a letter apparently signed and written by Louis.

"I discovered this," she coldly taunted Louis, "actually I forged it. I forged many letters Louis. All to young boys. Some of them are prostitutes. I'm very talented you know. I have a knack for it."

"No one will believe it," gasped Louis, letting the letter in his hand fall to the ground.

"Enough will believe it if only for a reason to gossip about your family. Tell me Louis what kind of family would want to marry into a family of a known sodomite? That is paramount to having insanity or a suicide in the family. Your sister's prospects will die Louis. She'll end up a bitter old maid hating you for it. You'll no longer be received in any decent home. Your family will be outcasts from our society."

"What do you want of me?" Louis said, knowing the truth of her words. Scandal of this kind would ruin his family.

"Marry me Louis," she pronounced.

"Marry you? Babette, I would make you no husband," Louis said flustered, "Marry you?" Louis wanted to erupt in a volley of denouncements against her, but he held his tongue, keeping his feelings in check to see if he could find an escape clause to her trap. "I can't marry you. I don't love you."

"Then marry Freniere. He'd love that. We'd both love that. He's so lonely Louis," Babette said, suddenly womanly, "He's so lonely, Louis. I try to be a companion to him, but I know," she said cleanly, crisply, "That he's attracted to you. He has deep feelings for you Louis. Perhaps you could be the reform of him. He needs someone in his life he can centre himself upon."

"You would sacrifice your own happiness for your brother?" Louis said.

"Not entirely. I would travel, Louis. See the world as a married woman. The world would not dominate me, for you Louis, as my husband would not dominate me. I will be free from the role of being wife and mother, for you will be a straw man to me. Nothing but a husband for show."

"How can you say that," Louis gasped.

"I'll own both your plantation and Freniere's. The two of our combined plantations will be enough to support Freniere's habits. The two of us will take care of him. You have no choice," warned Babette.

Louis shook his head. The trap on him seemed firmly shut. He dared not risk having scandal hurt his family. Not a scandal likes this.

"Tell your family tonight about out impending marriage, Louis," Babette said calmly, "Before these letters get spread about. Would you like for me to send in Freniere so the two of you can finish what you started? You more than welcome to use one of the main bedrooms. A shed does have its inconveniences." She sniffed at Louis, feeling secure in her hold of him.

"No, Babette, there's no need for Freniere. Your brother's company has no charm in it." Louis said coldly.

"As you wish," she said briskly, "Then have a safe journey home, Louis. I expect to hear news of our marriage shortly."