Squidboy Part Three

Part Two

I heard the deep baritone of Sir Victor's voice as he settled into a chair in the lounge. I'd never heard him speak before, only watched him from afar, but his low, gravelly voice delighted me in a way I could never have anticipated. I took a step down from the landing, just low enough down the steps that I could see him. He was every bit as dashing as I remembered. Dark, striking features, rugged facial hair, and deep piercing eyes.

The paragon of masculinity, broad-shouldered, muscular, a roguish smile playing upon his lips as cast his eyes about the lounge and delighted in the depraved boys of the Yellow Tiger Club.

His gaze flickered up and down the body of the boy with the long tongue, before moving on to behold the giant and the dwarf. Recognition seemed to register in his eyes, and I knew then that he'd been with some of these boys before, most of them perhaps. The rumor my brother had whispered to me proved true. Sir Victor did indeed have a preference for freaks.

"Anything catch your interest, Sir Victor?" asked Edmund de Versailles.

Sir Victor smiled. "All your boys interest me, Edmund," he replied, before continuing his examination of his options. The conjoined twins were a rare attraction, and the bearded woman—woman in all regards save her bushy beard and her huge cock—held his interest for a moment, but these were but sideshow attractions as far as I was concerned. He was bound to pass on them, bound to request something off the menu, so to speak. Edmund de Versailles had assured me that was the way things went with men like Sir Victor Tyrell. Edmund always liked to keep something special hidden away, just in case his customers grew tired of his usual offerings.

"I think," Sir Victor began, "perhaps..."

What if Edmund was wrong? What if Sir Victor was about to settle for something ordinary, relatively speaking. James, the boy with two cocks; or Alfie, the boy with the long tongue; or maybe William, the giant; or Emmet, the dwarf.

Before I could stop myself, I coughed. Not loudly, but loud enough that it interrupted Sir Victor's sentence. I felt his eyes upon me and shrunk back, suddenly nervous.

"Who's that?" he demanded. "Edmund, you haven't been holding out on me, have you?"

"Ah, my latest arrival," Edmund replied with a shrug that caused my tentacles to twitch irritably. "You wouldn't be interested. He's unpracticed, utterly inexperienced. Truth be told, the lad's a virgin."

Sir Victor held up a hand to cut off Edmund's speech, and turned his attention to me. He leaned forward in his seat to try to get a better look at me, but the staircase was dimly lit. I watched him squint as he tried to look at me. "Come down," he said, "let me see you."

I did as I was bidden, taking my first few steps down the stairs carefully so as not to expose my tentacles, but the writhing beasts within my coat seemed to have ideas of their own. They tore away at the fabric of my jacket and managed to prize it from my body. I discarded the garment and continued down the stairs dressed only in my shirt and trousers. I watched Sir Victor's jaw fall open as he caught sight of my deformity, but it was not disgust that was written on his face. I could see the tent forming in his trousers from across the room, see the beads of sweat forming on his brow.

"What's your name?" he asked me.

"Ethan," I told him.

"Ethan," he repeated. "My name is Sir Victor Tyrell."

"Pleased to meet you," I said.

He climbed out of his seat and with a single gesture bade the master of the house offer him the privacy of an empty room. Only when we were alone did he put his hands upon me. It sent a thrill of pleasure through my spine, and my tentacles curled excitedly. They wrapped themselves around his body, and pulled him close.