Date: Thu, 15 Jul 1999 12:01:09 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Snot-boy-05

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SNOT BOY
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1999
written on May 1st 1990
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by
J.O. Dickingson (authorsix@hotmail.com)

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"SNOT BOY" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of
sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so
on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story.
But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think
you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.

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Chapter 5 - The Assault

Snot continued to work at the inn during the day and to sleep in
Roubeau's bed at night. One evening, while he was waiting for the man to
pass by and take him as always, there entered a middle class man who,
from the cockade he had on his collar, he recognized to be a Girondist.
>From the inn keeper's bows he also realized that he had to be an
important man. Snot enquired and learned that he was a deputy of the
Third Estate appointed as a member of the National Constituent Assembly.

When he was sent to serve him, Snot could observe him from near - he had
a hard face, almost roughhewn, and eyes cold like ice blades.

After serving him, Snot was going away when the man seized him at his
wrist holding him back and said, "Sit here, boy, with me. What is your
name and family name?"

"Jaquot Chambord, sir."

"Here there are no sirs, call me citizen. I am the citizen Roland
Duquesne. Where are you from?"

"Jambville, citizen."

"For long in Paris?"

"About one month."

"Where do you live?"

"At a certain Roubeau's place."

Questions followed closely, dry, short, straight like in a police
interrogation. Snot, even though somewhat nervous, was not intimidated
and answered. Finally the man made him a dismissing gesture. The boy
resumed his work and asked himself the reason of all those questions,
but was not able to understand.

When Roubeau came to take him, he told him of the encounter. The man
seemed alarmed and only when Snot assured him that he was not asked even
just one question about him, the man seemed to relax.

"He is an important person, that one. He is one of the leaders of the
opposition and he has several followers. Nowadays just one word of one
of those citizens has more value than ten edicts of the King. And he has
money - his father was a famous banker. You see him always going on
foot, dressed in a modest fashion, but he is more powerful than the
Prime Minister of the King."

Roubeau continued to extol his praises in a mix of dread and respect,
but was not able to suggest any reason for the interest shown toward
Snot.

Two or three evenings later, the citizen Roland went back to the inn.
That evening he didn't talk to Snot, but his eyes didn't lose sight of
him a single moment. The boy was slightly annoyed by that staring,
mainly because he was not able to read in those eyes any emotion, any
thoughts, any sentiment, even if they were alive and vigilant.

Then the man stood up, went to talk with the inn keeper and began asking
him questions. Snot, from the fast and nervous glances of the inn keeper
toward him, understood they were talking about him. Then, the citizen
Roland left the inn.

A full week elapsed and the boy had forgotten the mysterious man when he
appeared again. This was different from the other two times in that it
was not yet evening. As soon as he entered, he went at a determined pace
toward the inn keeper and said something to him. The keeper nodded
several times.

Then the man made a sign to Snot to approach, and told him, "I chose you
to offer you work. Come with me."

"But I, citizen, am already working here, and I'm well, here..."

"You don't work here anymore."

"And anyway I have to inform Roubeau, to ask him..."

"He was informed. He agrees."

"So... I have just to obey..." Snot concluded frowning.

"No. You are a free citizen. But I'm offering you a pleasurable work, a
good wage, a decent lodging and two meals a day. And dignified clothes.
If you want you can refuse all that, but it would be a pity."

"Why favour me, citizen?"

"And why not you? Why another? You are fit. What do you decide to do?"

"What work is it?"

"You will like it, I am certain. Do you accept?"

"I do."

Citizen Roland lived in a small but elegant house, not far from the
Benedictine enclosed nunnery. It was a three-floored building where the
first two were used by the citizen Roland, who lived here alone, and the
third by his servants, composed of a cook, a waiter, a secretary and now
him, Snot. The secretary acted also as the servants' chief. Snot was
assigned a small room in the attic. His task was to clean all the rooms
of the house. There, the servants didn't wear a real livery, but all
wore a simple jacket and trousers, all of the same color, black, and a
white shirt without the jabot and with a collar cut differently from
usual.

Winter was coming and it started to be cold. The two lower floors were
warmed by fireplaces lit almost all day long. The rooms upstairs
received warmth from the flues, but were rather cold. Snot, feeling that
the wall where the flue from the study downstairs passed was really
warm, put his bed against the wall to be warmer in the night.

So, one evening when citizen Roland had a meeting in his study with
other members of the Assembly, Snot became aware that just putting his
ear on the flue wall, he could hear almost any word that was said in the
study downstairs. This fact at first made him somewhat curious, like a
game, but soon he stopped eavesdropping because all these political
speeches were absolutely not interesting to him.

He worked in that house for a few days, when citizen Roland, one
evening, summoned him.

"Citizen Chambord, do you get on well, working here for me?"

"Yes, citizen, a lot better than in the inn."

"Therefore, you are in debt to me for a good job. But this doesn't
matter. I know that you, before, had regular sexual intercourse with
citizen Rou... what was his name."

Snot looked at him astounded and asked, "Did he tell you?"

"Certainly. Is it not true, perhaps?"

"It is true, yes...," Snot hesitantly answered.

"I would like you to have sex with me."

This sentence said so, without sentiment or passion, the eyes always
cold and hard, without that special light that had to shine in them,
left the boy perplexed. To feel the other's desire, until then, had
almost always woken up his own desire. But here he didn't see or feel
anything, just cold determination.

The man, perceiving Snot's hesitation, added, always with the same tone,
"I am not asking that to you for my pleasure, but for France."

This last sentence left the boy even more dumbfounded but, collecting
himself, he hesitantly answered, "As you desire, citizen..."

"Come to my bedroom, then, after supper."

Snot went. They undressed and a strange rite begun. The man asked him to
perform the acts that normally two male lovers perform in their
intimacy. However, all had the same taste as the questions he had asked
him in the inn. It seemed more a test or an experiment than the sexual
union between two beings desiring each other. At the end Snot understood
that his sensation was not wrong.

In fact, after having reached his orgasm, the man said, "You must have
noticed that all the staff of this house, citizen Chambord, is like you:
youths of uncommon beauty, even if so physically different from each
other. And they too love sex amongst men.  Like you and me, however. And
we all are working for the good of our unhappy Country. Nobility and
Clergy for too long a time have oppressed us. It is time to change
things."

Snot was hardly able to follow that speech mixed with sex and politics
and he could not understand what relation there could be but, still
naked on the man's bed, he listened.

Roland continued, "Well then, several aristocrats and also some
important members of the Clergy, willingly indulge in these pleasures
that could be given amongst men. Therefore, together with citizen
Melies, I organized a service for these lords. We arrange that they
always have a handsome boy ready to go in their bed. One of our youths,
of course. This young man or boy, this man of ours, can spy on them and
report to us precious information. By one side they pretend to be lovers
of the people we assign them, to be their "mignon", on the other side
they are our precious informers and faithful allies. This is the reason
why I hired you, why you now are here. If you accept, we will finely
reward you."

"And if I don't accept?" Snot on instinct asked.

"You will go back to the slums where I found you, and will be treated as
an enemy of the cause."

"Why did you choose me? Why do you trust me?"

"To the first point I answer - because you are really beautiful, because
you like lying with men, because in bed you are skilled. To the second I
say - because you have all to gain being with us and all to lose not to
be, because I inquired about you and know you are trustworthy. So, do
you accept?"

Snot shook his head almost amused, then said, "To me it is all right.
Just, please, not with men too old or too fat..."

"We will consider that, in the limits that are possible."

So the boy started his new work. Contrary to Roland, Melies was not
interested in men. Before having him meet one of the designated victims,
the man gave him some instructions and provided him the right clothing.
At times Snot had to go straight to the mansion of his victim, at times
the meetings happened in one of the three special apartments that the
group had prepared in town. In a short time, as he later discovered
happened also to the other boys, he had a certain number of steady
relationships and some others occasional. At times he had nothing to
report, at times he had. Anyway after each of his meetings he had to
undergo a substantial set of questions by one of the two men that
organized that special group, and who, with his amazement, from details
that he judged insignificant, drew useful information.

Months elapsed and he passed from bed to bed. At times the relationship
he had to maintain was pleasant, at times less. He knew, in the most
intimate meaning of the word, people of remarkable importance, and
amongst them one of the Private Councillors of the King. It was exactly
thanks to his relationship with this important personage that, around
the end of the month of June 1791, the patriots had the suspicion that
the King was planning his flight.

When the King was stopped and brought back to Paris, Snot became aware
he had become an important pawn in that strange game that was taking
place in the country. He, a boy just eighteen years old, a bastard born
amidst dregs of society...

Snot was now a well-off citizen, thanks to the rewards he received from
the patriots and to the presents from the lords with whom he had sex. On
advise of Etienne, the waiter, one of his other colleagues and with whom
at times he made love, he decided to buy a small house, just outside the
town, at the edges of the Bois de Boulogne. This he accomplished with
the savings of just one year. He used very seldom that refuge, because
almost always he slept at Roland's house or in the bed of one of his
noble lovers. However, the rare times he could spend some hours there in
solitude, he felt happy - that house was his own, his first, real home.

In April 1792, the Girondists forced the King to declare war on Austria.
Several youths were recruited, but Snot and his colleagues were not
enlisted - they were too precious for the internal cause of the
Girondists to uselessly risk them at the front. The war was not going so
well, because several of the aristocrats, and the same King, were more
pro-Austrian than pro-Girondist. The situation became more and more
tense. At the Assembly were raised grave accusations of high treason
toward some aristocrats. There were arrests, processes and also death
sentences.

It was at this point that Snot began to become aware that he was the
cause, and not even involuntarily, of part of these events. He never
worried about it, until then. He carried out a task he was payed for, he
didn't do politics. But when he became aware that the count d'Orgel, one
of his lovers, had been arrested just thanks to the information he had
given, he pitied him and felt almost a sense of shame. It was not
because he particularly liked the Count, who rather was one of those
with whom he less willingly had sex, but because Snot deeply disliked
harming anybody. He tried to mention that to Etienne, but his colleague
was a great patriot devoted to the cause, and therefore didn't partake
of the scruples or the sentiments of his companion.

During the month of May, one night while he was staying in his small
room on the third floor in the house of citizen Roland, while he was
falling asleep, somebody knocked at the entrance gate on the street. He
heard Luc, the secretary, hurriedly going downstairs, then voices of
people coming upstairs. One of the not rare, sudden night meetings, Snot
thought. He was trying to sleep, when, mechanically, he leaned his ear
to the wall of the flue near his bed and he heard some words. He was not
really listening, but something attracted his attention. He leaned
closer to the wall and listened. It seemed a rather lively discussion.
He recognized Melies, then Roland's voice. Then known voices and others
he didn't recognize.

They were discussing the necessity to act soon to take full power: "...
it is not good to touch the King, while there are still some aristocrats
around. We must first neutralize them, then we can do with the King all
we want."

"All of them? We have not the means nor the strength."

"It will be enough to get the most influential and powerful out of our
way. The others will not move."

"The list?"

"Sure!"

"It is dangerous. What way can we have to reduce to silence all of them
at the same time? For two or three of them, murder, some three or four
more we can have them arrested with some pretext. But all the others?"

"We have just to make the peasant rebellions against the castles burst
out again and so we can eliminate several of them in just one stroke. It
will be the peasants who arrest the nobles and who kill them under the
pretext they made resistance or tried to flee... And where it will be
necessary, we will punish the peasants who killed without reason nobles
who surrendered... But anyway, we will so eliminate many aristocrats,
and we will not be involved."

Snot listened, at first just out of curiosity, then disturbed by their
bloody projects, then a thought struck him with such violence that he
sat up on his bed - but then, also Jambville castle will be assaulted,
they will kill also Julien! He immediately adhered again to the wall so
as not to lose a single word, so he could listen to the conclusion of
the debate. All during the following month there would be arranged a set
of assaults against the castles of the most powerful aristocrats still
residing in their castles, in an apparently unorganized way, to
neutralize the greatest possible of them in the shortest time. Who
accepted the protection of the National Guard, which was in the
Girondists hands, would be kept under guard in their residences and,
with the pretext to protect them, they would practically become
prisoners. Then rebellions against the other castles, killing the lesser
aristocrats who could try to help their majors... If all went on
smoothly, in a few weeks they could even arrest the King, accusing him
of high treason, as it was from the beginning of time in Danton's plans,
and nobody would have the strength to rise to his defense.

Snot, after decisions had been made and the meeting had broken up,
abandoned himself on his bed, his ear numb from the force he had pressed
it against the flue wall. He didn't care so much about the King or the
aristocrats, but he did care about his Julien. Nothing evil had to
happen to him. He had to rescue him. His first temptation was to
immediately leave to go to Jambville but he knew that his sudden
departure could make them suspicious. Besides, he did not even know if,
before the peasants' revolts really started, Julien would believe him.
He thought all the night long, doing plans and undoing them, gradually
tuning his project...

At the first glimmering of dawn, tiredness, until then held back by his
emotion, overcame his will and he plunged into a deep sleep, short and
restless. After a few hours Luc went to wake him up, telling him that
the citizen Roland was waiting for him in his study. Snot rapidly got
out of his bed, washed himself with cold water, dressed and went
downstairs.

"Citizen Chambord, your work is requested with a new subject. Go
immediately to see citizen Melies who will explain all to you. As I will
not see you for some days, here is the money due you."

Snot nodded and pocketed the money bag. He then went downstairs to the
kitchen, ate his breakfast and went to Melies's place. The man explained
to him his new mission, made him wear the uniform of a cadet and
dismissed him. He had to go to an inn at the gates of the town where the
lackey of an aristocrat, a man who was an ally of the patriots and who
from time to time came to Paris on his master's order to find him an
available boy, would be waiting for him to accompany him by coach to his
master's castle. Snot was happy as his destination would bring him
nearer Jambville.

Walking at a fast pace, he reached the inn in a couple of hours. Here,
thanks to his cadet clothes and to the detailed description of the
lackey livery, they recognized each other. The lackey was a middle-aged
man, with vulgar traits. Snot introduced himself with the requested
password.

The lackey answered with the right words while he uttered in a lustful
smile, "This time I'll bring to my master a really fine morsel! But you
are possibly somewhat too old... how old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"I see. But to my master you will say you are seventeen, understood?
And, tell me, are you good in bed?"

"Sure."

"Very good. Here, out there is the coach. It's a pity I have to drive. I
would like to taste you. You must have a delicious little ass."

"Yes, and a big cock too!" Snot brusquely answered, and at once he
disliked the man.

Mounting the coachman seat, the man coarsely laughed while Snot entered
the coach. The journey took a little more than half an hour. Reaching
the castle, Snot was immediately guided by the lackey through halls and
service corridors, to the master's room. The aristocrat was waiting for
him wearing just a long nightshirt, sitting at a little writing desk,
reading a book.

When he was alone with Snot, the man made him draw nearer with a finger
gesture and looked at him from head to toe. "How old are you, nice
little male?"

"Seventeen, my Lord."

"Good, the right age. Let me feel how you are endowed... MMMhhh, good...
and it is still quiet... You promise well. Is it a uniform, what you are
wearing?"

"Yes, sir. I am a cadet of the Saint Germain's Academy, sir," Snot lied
as he had been instructed.

"Very good, very good... I heard that at night, amongst cadets... real
orgies..."

"Quite often, sir. And at times even with some of the superiors, in
private..." Snot said with a cunning air, acting his part.

The man was getting aroused. "And... what do you do, eh? Tell me,
cadet..."

"We suck each other, sir. And then we also bugger..."

"I bet you like to bugger, don't you?"

"Very much, sir..."

"Undress, boy," the man asked with hoarse voice.

Snot complied. The man knelt in front of him and took in his mouth the
boy's member, sucking it until it was erect and hard.

"Good. Come in my bed and bugger me, cadet. But you are not to come
soon, understood? You have to make it so I enjoy for a good while this
nice sausage of yours."

He remained in the aristocrat's room almost all day long. Between one
coupling and the next, the man rung a bell and the lackey, always the
same repelling man with his lustful smile on his lips, brought them
something to eat and to drink. That man seemed insatiable. When at last
he let the boy go, telling him not to leave the castle enceinte, they
both had four orgasms each. Snot felt somewhat tired. He dressed and
went to the garden, wandering here and there. When he reached the
stables, he had a sudden inspiration - if possibly, at night, he stole a
horse, he could in a few hours reach Jambville. He studied the
surroundings to imagine from where he could leave the enceinte of the
castle. Then he thought that, in order not to make the horses neigh and
in doing so announce his presence, he had to be known, accepted by them.
So he entered the stable and started to slowly go toward the horses,
talking to them as he was able to do, and when he was near, he started
to caress them. At first the animals seemed to be nervous at the
presence of that stranger but then, little by little they calmed down.
He was caressing a beautiful roan on his muzzle when a voice at his back
made him have a start. He turned in a burst and found himself in front
of a young, elegantly dressed aristocrat.

"Ah, so you must be the last mignon of the sir, my father! Do you like
horses?"

"Yes, sir, very much."

"The one you are caressing belongs to my brother. It is a frisky horse,
at times dangerous, but fast like wind. His name is Jaquot."

"My same name, sir."

"Well, you too are mounted by my father, after all, Jaquot," the young
man answered, laughing with amusement, and left the stable.

Snot nodded and asked himself what would have thought the son of his
father, if he knew that really it was his mignon that mounted him...
then he resumed caressing the horse, calling him now by his name. The
animal brushed his muzzle on his chest - they were friends, at this
point. The same night he would take him and run to Jambville.

But that evening the old satyr looked for him and he had to spend all
night in the lord's bed. Snot was impatient, he felt time flowing and,
even though it was still May, he knew that time was running short. His
plans were frustrated also the two following nights. However finally, on
the fourth night, he was not summoned by the old man, so he could by
stealth reach the stable.

Taking Jaquot by his halter, they silently left the stable, and then the
enclosure. When they finally reached the road, Snot mounted the horse
and spurred him. The horse immediately sprang in an unrestrained gallop.
Just then Snot became aware he didn't know the road to Jambville. He had
gone along it just once, on foot, in the opposite direction and two
years before...

After about an hour of galloping he saw a small group of peasants'
houses. He stopped and knocked on several doors until someone opened. He
asked for information and getting it, resumed on his way. With this
method, after several hours and curses of the awakened people, at the
first light of dawn, he finally recognized in the distance the
unmistakable outline of Jambville Castle.

Happily he approached, thinking that soon he could see again Julien.
However, while distance decreased, and he was anxiously asking himself
how his master would receive him, he started to notice something wrong,
and soon he understood - the assault on the castle had begun!

He felt an ice-like vice grip at his stomach. At first he spurred the
horse, prey of haste, then he realized that, well dressed as he was, he
had little chance to steal through the assailing horde.

While his horse continued to run, he reached a latecomer who was
running, hotheadedly yelling, and shaking a craggy club, toward the
castle. When he reached him, the boy jumped from the horse landing on
the man.  They fell on the ground and after a short struggle the boy
stunned the peasant with his club. The horse continued his run, but
turned round going back to the direction they came, possibly to go back
to his stable.

Snot shouted him: "Go, Jaquot, you are free!"

Then with feverish moves he undressed the man, undressed himself, and
put on the clothes of the unlucky peasant. With his clothes he tied up
the arms and legs of the man, seized his craggy club and went running
toward the castle. Just before reaching the enclosure, he reached
another man yelling and disheveled. From his back he dealt a big blow
and stunned this man also. He was about to continue when a new idea made
its way inside him. He undressed also his second victim, while inside
himself he hoped he didn't kill him, put on his clothes over the ones he
was wearing, and then, his heart in his mouth, outflanking the castle,
he snuck inside from a narrow side passage that he knew.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 6

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