Love Over A Trimmed Bush.

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

As the man placed the tray on the ground, he also offered his right hand. "Thank you, my lord," the footman said as he straightened up and wiped his brow with his sleeve. "What can I get you this morning?A cup of tea perhaps?"

"No, thank you, my lord," the footman repeated as he handed the tray to Bob. "But if you don't mind, I'll take a cup of tea myself. I'm parched after all."

A chuckle rippled through the group and they sat in silence, each contemplating their own thoughts.The footman pared away his trunks and displayed a neatly groomed cock, large and impressive. "Do you think I could get that down my throat, my lord?" Bob asked, his voice cracking as he swallowed hard. "I think I could manage it with a little effort.I'd like to see you try."

Colin chuckled again and shook his head. "You really are a sight for sore eyes, my dearboy. I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you've put on a bit of weight since we last met. Tis the season, I suppose." Bob smiled despite himself and cupped his chin in his hand, gazing up at the ceiling like a child. "And how is my little Hazel today?" he purred, stroking his beard again."Oh, she's doing well, thank you, my lord," the footman said again. "Though she's a bit distracted by all the guests. They keep asking her to dance which is making her late for her luncheon, you know how she hates being late."

"Distracted by all the guests?Surely not! I don't allow any of them to distract me, my lord. Tis my job to keep you focused on what is to be done. Your Majesty has commanded it, and I will not let you deviate from the plan we have set.Not on my watch, my friend." Bob smiled again, his teeth flashing against his tanned complexion. "So, you've got my attention back n'all. What is it you want me to do this morning?"

"Well, there is the matter of the garden. I need you to tend it, my love.I've put some flowers in for you, and some herbs to make your tea. Please, my darling, tend the garden. I need it looking good for the Queen's visit this afternoon."

"Of course, my lord. I would never refuse your commands. You know I love working in the garden. It gives me peace of mind.And I know how much you value good gardening." Bob leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms, his smile exposing straight teeth. "So, tis a win win situation. I get to tend the garden, you get to relax in your armchair and watch me do it, and in the evening I get to entertain you with my dancing."

"Dancing?You're going to dance for me, my darling boy? I don't like dancing myself, but I know you love it. Tis the way of the world, my love. One must dance if one wishes to live. It is the basis of all social interaction. Without dancing, we are nothing. Nothing at all.Do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord. I understand." Bob smiled again and crossed his arms, his chest puffed like a lion roaring from a high cliff. "And as for the rest of the household, they are all in the same boat as I. None of them have any desire to dance either. No one needs to dance to prove they are worthy of being here.Everyone is equal, my love." Bob leaned forward again, his eyes twinkling with joy. "So, I will be dancing for you this morning, my lord, and in the evening I will be dancing for you as well. Is that what you wish?"

"That is exactly what I wish, my dearest boy.Now, go tend the garden. I need not see you until dinner time."

"But, my lord, I thought you said you wanted me to tend the garden. How can I do that without seeing you? What if I make a mistake? What if I plant the wrong flowers, or forget to water them when I should have done so?"

"Mistake?You mean like the time you spent hours trying to convince me to get a dog because you thought it would improve my health, only to discover I was nt interested in the first place? Or how you insisted on mending my shirts even though I told you I didn't need them mended, and ended up making me look like a beggar with rips and holes all over my coat?Or how you insisted on walking my dog even though I told you I didn't have time, and ended up making me late for my appointments? "No, my lord. That was a misunderstanding. I meant to say I wanted a dog for my health, not yours.And I did want to mend your shirts. I just didn't want to do it while you were watching. That would be like me forcing you to run a marathon when you hate running. Or forcing you to eat my beefsteak when you hate it. It just wouldn’t be right.I’d end up giving it back to you anyway. I couldn’t keep it. So, please, my darling, tend the garden. I need not see you until dinner time at the earliest. After all, you are the one who has to tend it. I am but a servant of the king, and have no say in his matters.Go now. My carriage waits for me outside."

The footman bowed again and left, muttering to himself as he went, "My lord is a title I am not used to. I am used to being addressed as Your Majesty, or Your Graciousness, or even my own name, but 'My Lord' is a different matter.I will have to get used to it. After all, I am but a lowly footman, and have little to no say in anything. My Lord' is the title given to me by my master, the Marquess of Dorset. He is the one who appoints my hours, and gives me my food.He is the one who tells me what to do, and what not to do.He is the one who gives me my pay. He is the Marquess of Dorset, and I am but his servant. That is all I am, and all I have ever been. I am not fit to be anything else, and I have no wish to be anything else.So, 'My Lord' is all I have to call him, and all he has to call me. Tis a strange thing, being a man of few words, yet needing so many words to describe his feelings. Yet, that is the way of the world, and I must abide by it.’ The footman stood up revealing his penis again. Sir Colin’s eyes lit up like two massive fires, burning bright like fires.He smiled, and rubbed his hands together, his penis becoming erect once more. Oh, my sweet Prince of Wales. How I long for you. How I long for your cock in my mouth, and your cum in my mouth, and your body on mine. But I must wait.We must wait for it to ripen. And ripen it will. Because we are meant to be. You are my destiny, my love. I must wait until you tell me I may suck your cock, and even then I must wait until you tell me I may fuck you, and even then I must wait until you tell me I may cum, and even then I must wait until you tell me I may swallow your cum.I have been trained well. I know how to wait."Oh, my sweet Prince of Wales," Sir Colin murmured, stroking his erection once more. "How I long for you."

You will have to wait, my love," Bob said with a smile. "But not for long. Soon you will be my husband, and I will be your wife.Then we will both be able to enjoy each other's company. Until then, I will just have to make do with what little time we have together He patted his lap, and gestured for Colin to sit with him. "Come and sit with me, my love. I have something for you.