Chapter 1

 

My name is Adrian Quirk and I am a professor of physics at the University of Cambridge. I am also the man who discovered the science behind matter transference and its corollary, time travel. As I patented the resulting inventions that allowed things including living matter to be transported from one place to another in a fraction of a second (at least on Earth) and the later addition of time travel, I quickly became a very wealthy man and was able to pursue my own courses of study without having to rely on the University for approval.

During the early part of these investigations I had a much younger associate as my assistant. His name is John Selkirk and we eventually parted company because he increasingly demanded recognition for matters and ideas that were certainly not his.

I believe myself to be a fair man and have always recognised legitimate input from those who have worked with me, but in his case that recognition was definitely not deserved and he was, at best, a mediocre assistant.

On the night it happened, I went to bed with my wife at around ten o'clock as usual but when I woke up it was in a very different place, and as it happened, a very different time.

For a start, I was naked and that is very definitely not the way I sleep. Secondly, I was suspended upside down from the stone roof of what appeared to be a dungeon in an ancient castle. And thirdly, seated directly in front of me on a throne-like chair on a small dais, sat John Selkirk, now dressed in mediaeval clothing. Here I should pause and explain that the moment I had perfected the means of time travel, which I had been doing under the cloak of top-level security, I advised the minister of science of the breakthrough so that government could consider the ramifications, which as I'm sure you will understand, are enormous.

The result was that all publication on the matter was to be immediately suppressed and I have to say that I heartily approved of this decision. The very idea that a person could go back in time and tamper with events boggles the mind. For example, what if the murder of the Archduke Franz-Ferdinand, heir to the throne of Austria-Hungary on 28th June, 1914, had been prevented. World War I would never have eventuated and consequently, neither would World War II. It is very hard to imagine what the world of today would have been like without those two catastrophes.

My wealth had come from royalties from the patents for the matter transference machines and I was very content with that. But of course, Selkirk was intensely jealous. He believed his input had been crucial to its development which was very definitely not the case. I knew at the time I appointed him as my research assistant that he lacked a fine mind but I was doing a favour for a friend, one I have now come to bitterly regret.

At that time in my life, I was aged fifty-three years and Selkirk, twenty years younger. I am tall and slim and have always exercised daily to the limit of my strength and stamina because I believe that a healthy body nurtures a healthy mind.

As he noticed me awakening from what I now know was a drugged sleep following my kidnap (during which my wife, Mary, was also drugged) he rose languidly from his 'throne' and stepped down from the dais to stare triumphantly down at my face now half a metre below his from my inverted position.

"Not the high and mighty Professor now, are you, scum?" He then reached out and began to fondle my body. I stared up at him in confusion, never having suspected that he had homosexual tendencies but then I reacted in anger and foolishly demanded that he cease his so unwelcome pawing of my body at which he just laughed and then even began to toy with my penis and testicles, moving around my body and playing with my buttocks in a way that really enraged me and I twisted and turned and tried to prevent him with my hands at which he laughed hilariously and darted around redoubling his so lewd fingering of my most private parts.

I have nothing against homosexuals of either sex but I am not one myself and found his fingers on my body totally repugnant and so I kept up my rather useless resistance of his actions until he became angry and picked up a length of cane that he had been idly swishing through the air but now applied to various parts of my body.

He began with my chest but then moved around to attack my buttocks and the backs of my thighs, followed by their frontal portions and my belly but then lastly he used that vicious instrument on my genital organs which had me screaming in utter agony and to my eternal shame, begging him to stop.

He just laughed at me and continued on until there were livid marks all over my body, still of course, hanging naked and upside down from the roof of that chamber which I took to be a torture chamber in some ancient castle from the various implements dotted around it.

At that time of course, apart from his attire, I had no idea that we had moved back in time but eventually discovered we were now in the reign of King John, or to be precise, 1202, some eight hundred years ago. In those days, torture and corporal punishments were very common and so the clearly working nature of this room is understandable.

As to how John Selkirk had come to be its owner or at least its feudal lord, I had no idea but later discovered he had used his secretly constructed Time machine to move back and forth in time using foreknowledge to create a huge fortune which he then converted to gold and so acquired this castle. I never did discover its name and all efforts to identify it once I returned home to my own time have proved unavailing and I can only presume that it has long disappeared. In fact I don't even know where it was located other than somewhere in southern England.

Eventually he tired of caning me and strolled back up to his chair whereupon a naked young man who I can only describe as beautiful, scampered in with a silver goblet and a jug of wine. That he was clearly scared stiff of his master was obvious and as I hung there, still upside down I noticed the marks of that horrible cane across his so youthful buttocks.

His name was apparently Peter and I quickly gathered that he was Selkirk's personal slave and I also presumed what I have now learned is called a bed-buck, or in other words his sex-slave.

As these ideas presented themselves to me I felt only sorrow for this so handsome young man and a total repugnance and an ever-growing dislike of my former assistant.

Having accepted the goblet without a word of thanks, he now ordered him to step down and to suck my penis. As I heard him utter these words, I felt two things: a deep sorrow for the boy who looked both ashamed and horrified at the order (but scurried down towards me without a word, clearly in near terror of his master), and secondly, disgusted at what the slave (for I now assumed that was exactly what he was) was about to do to me.

To that point in my life, sex had always been a little petting, a little more kissing and then thrusting it in and going hell for leather until my wife seemed content and then allowing myself to climax after which we both settled down and went to sleep.

I had no knowledge of technique or that there were countless ways in which I could give her intense pleasure whilst enjoying the same for myself. The one thing I gained from that terrible year in mediaeval England is an understanding that there was a great deal more to good sex than what I've described above.

But to return to Peter's performing fellatio on me, I was absolutely horrified but then as he approached and reached out to me with his fingers, what I then felt was the complete opposite to when scumbag Selkirk had done the same thing to me. Why this should be I had no idea but I allowed my mind to ponder on the question as I hung there and accepted his clearly forced administrations to my body. And then when having fondled my penis to an erection, he took it into his mouth and worked his lips back and forth along its length but concentrating on the so sensitive crown I wondered at the enormity of the pleasure he was generating in me.

Yes of course in my youth I had engaged in masturbation. I doubt there is a young man anywhere in the world who hasn't experimented with this so pleasurable pastime. But as I had met and dated girls, I had graduated to making love with them and then ceased the former teenage practice entirely. And later still when I met Mary, she became my one and only sexual partner. I've never been unfaithful to her but I have to say that until I experienced that terrible year in the past, my sex life was vanilla, to say the most of it. Not that I'm blaming her. The fault was definitely mine as a little research on the subject might have enlightened me to the wonders that I could have been enjoying with her. As it is, now that I have returned and have begun to show her such things, our love life has blossomed even in that later part of our lives.

I suspect it must have been Selkirk who taught Peter these arts. I have no means (or wish) to research sexual practices in mediaeval England but I am fairly certain that whatever they did would have been pretty basic.

What Peter was now doing to me made me realise in a split second that all my conceptions and disapproval of homosexuality and particularly the acts that men may perform with one another were ill-founded and more importantly that they are natural acts for those who find the company of men more comfortable than with women.

While his mouth worked on my penis, his fingers continued to rove over parts of my body that I quickly realised were its erogenous zones. I had often heard of these in passing but had never thought to investigate them as a means of improving sex for myself and Mary and realised even in those first few hours in Selkirk's hands that I was learning new things about this subject that I had hardly dreamt existed.

I don't want to give the impression that I'd suddenly turned into a homosexual or that I was any the less frightened of Selkirk and what he had planned for me but I was slowly coming to the realisation that the man was insane and that his resentment of me had now grown into a paranoia and that my future, if I had one, that is, was not going to be very bright at all.

In fact I think my mind then compartmentalised into two parts: the one delighting in what this so handsome young man was doing to me with his mouth and fingers, and on the other hand, my dread of what Selkirk might have planned for me. That it would include a great deal of physical punishment - let's face it and call it what it is: torture, and I then realised that together with his hatred for me, he had now developed into a true sadist and he was going to combine both those elements into giving me a great deal of grief.

I also realised that Peter was stringing out his twin actions (with his fingers and his mouth) to satisfy his master's sadistic pleasure at what he presumed was a total anathema to me and the moment I realised this, I played up to it, wrinkling my face into disgust and horror rather than any sign of pleasure.

Of course, Peter could not see my face as his head was in the region of my loins and in any case, his efforts to bob up and down on my penis placed his face in between my thighs so it was doubly invisible to him. Similarly I could not see him but I could certainly watch my now hated ex-assistant and the pleasure he was deriving from my perceived shame and humiliation at being forcibly sucked by his personal slave.

He always referred to the young man as his slave but slavery was not at all common in England around that time as serfdom had replaced it over most of the country. The difference between the two is somewhat vague although I am fairly sure that the sexual use of serfs was rather rare, whereas a slave's body seems to have been commonly used at the whim of his owner.

Be that as it may, he spent very little time mixing with his neighbours or even the serfs he inherited from whomever it was that he had acquired the castle and its lands. I later discovered that Peter was also from our time and that Selkirk had blackmailed him into serving him from his knowledge of the boy's indecent activities with his girlfriend which would have landed him in jail for a long time if discovered.

At the time Selkirk virtually enslaved him, Peter had been totally heterosexual and his master had delighted in forcing him to take part in what he would have thought absolutely disgusting acts with his body. But in real time, that is, time elapsed, Peter had now been in his 'service' for the best part of the year and in that time had become a highly adept if not willing practitioner in the arts of homosexual sex, although I often saw small signs that he still hated it. He was careful never to let Selkirk see these mini-rebellions but he didn't hide them from me and we formed a sort of alliance with one another that lasted the whole period of my slavery to that monster.

As I say, on that first occasion, Peter strung it out and as he did, so I allowed my mind and my body to sink into the pleasure he was generating in me and cast aside all of my old prejudices about homosexuals and what they did to and with one another. And I have to say that what he was generating in my loins and spreading all over my body was an absolute marvel, far better than what Mary and I had ever been able to achieve together.

But of course I also quickly realised that I must never allow Selkirk to appreciate that I was actually enjoying what his slave was doing with me for that would have brought his insane wrath down on both our heads.

I was learning on the hop so many things at once and all while I hung there, stark naked, my legs spread wide apart and my penis being very adeptly sucked off by this so handsome young man while his fingers continued to excite my erogenous zones, bringing me to a near frenzy of sexual pleasure.

As he continued to work on me, I realised that Peter was a highly intelligent young man and although I had no idea then who he was, where he had come from or even if he was from our times or the thirteenth century, I decided to cultivate him so that together we might survive whatever indignities his master had planned for me, not to mention him.

Eventually, Selkirk tired of the entertainment, although as the pair of us continued to register disgust and shame at what we were doing one to the other, I think we might have put on a rather splendid display, he gestured to the boy to cease which he did although pretending to do so reluctantly.

From that I gathered even more that he was very much in abject fear of this dreadful man and as I hung there, my body still smarting from his attacks on it with his cane, but rather soothed by Peter's so wonderful caressing of my flesh and his exciting of my libido which of course tended to put the other pain rather on the back burner, I resolved to join the boy in pandering to whatever he desired of me.

I wasn't at all sure that he wouldn't simply torment me for a while until he tired of the sport and then would have me put down in some horrible execution such as boiling alive or having my body slowly dismembered such as in the old penalty of 'hanging, drawing and quartering' that was fortunately finally abolished in 1870 although it hadn't been enforced for many years prior to that.

Self-preservation is one of the most powerful instincts in any animal and particularly human beings. As many thoughts tumbled through my mind as I hung there under Peter's ministrations, I came to a number of conclusions and decisions that I believed would help both Peter and I last the distance.

Of course, at that time I was still unclear where we were and at what time period nor did I understand the situation as between Selkirk, this castle and its inhabitants, and the surrounding district. As time passed and I was able to have discussions with Peter, I learned that he was also from my time, that Selkirk had brought him here when he had acquired the castle and that he was kept here during Selkirk's absences under the control of a particularly nasty man I had not yet met who was Selkirk's bailiff or head servant and in his absence, had total control over everyone in the castle and on the estate.

This man, name of Rufus, was a brute of the first order. He was not present in the torture chamber during that first episode but when I first saw him towards its end my first instinct was that he radiated evil, and when later he took me to be incarcerated in a tiny cell in these dungeons, I quickly realised that he was equally as evil as his boss and that if I valued my hide, I would obey every order with alacrity, if not servility.

I first observed him when he arrived a few minutes after Peter had completed what was intended to be my total humiliation at being sucked off by another male. He had in tow with him a man that I can only describe as the most splendid and handsome male I have ever seen.

He was black and I later discovered that Selkirk had acquired him during a sale of slaves in Alabama in the eighteenth century using more of the gold he had so nefariously acquired from his illegal trading. The slave's name was Jason and he was at least two metres tall and his body resembled that of a true Adonis: boulder-like, broad shoulders and matching chest, carved as if like butter with a knife; a startling array of an eight-pack of prominent, rippling abdominal muscles; a slim waist and hips, from which powerful, well formed thighs descended; small, narrow and sharply defined buttocks; and of course beautifully-formed biceps and triceps muscles in his arms; and lastly a truly magnificent set of male genitals comprising a penis that was easily twenty-five centimetres long and sixteen or seventeen centimetres in circumference and dangling from its root was a huge set of testicles that looked to me to be as big as duck eggs.

He also had a very pleasant demeanour. His face was handsome and his closely-curled hair cropped very short. His brown eyes radiated real compassion and my first impression of this young man (I guessed he was perhaps in his early twenties) was that of a good person.

His captor, Rufus, was the absolute antithesis of this fine young man. As I said earlier, he was a brute of the first-order, tall and powerfully built but not at all handsome or well-made. He was aptly named with a red face and skin and when I later saw him stripped, he was horribly hairy all over. He was the perfect sidekick to Selkirk.

With their arrival, Selkirk had me lowered from my long upside-down suspension and brought to stand in front of the enthroned despot next to this huge young man who now smiled down at me. Selkirk noticed the smile and observed to me, "I think he likes you, scum. Well let's see how you like him. Prepare this slave for his initiation into male sex, please, Rufus..."

At that, my heart sank to my very boots as I glanced down at the absolutely enormous weapon poking out from his so smooth groin. But I didn't have much time to ponder the issue as Rufus now moved to me and dragged me over to an apparatus clearly designed for this variety of punishment of male slaves.