Despoiling David

By Shabbu

For two generations of men, the Summerhill Reach rubber plantation in Malaya is a place of unbridled lust and the source of power. Finally, four men are locked in a struggle for control of each other and the wealth and power the plantation offers. As they seduce, mesmerize, and take their conquests, they are seduced in turn, against the background of the steamy Malayan jungle and the strange ceremonial rites of the full moon practiced by the dangerous Farhan. Will the one man among them who has sought love more than power finally triumph in this four-way struggle?

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Dinner that night was tense and silent, the only sound being the clinking of silver on china and the slapping of Farhan’s bare feet as he moved back and forth between kitchen and table. The table sat twelve, and I was at one end and Bill was at the other, as far away as we could get from each other.

Immediately after dinner, I went directly to my room. Farhan appeared shortly thereafter and told me that Bill wanted to see me in his study.

He was there, sitting in a leather wing chair, smoking a cigar, with a book open on his lap. The scent of the tobacco brought back memories of my childhood, sitting on his lap with Edith at his feet, telling us stories of his many international adventures—or at least the ones he could tell children.

“Yes, what do you want?” he asked gruffly when I entered the room. A flash of lightning lit up the room through the open doors out onto the encircling veranda. Rain was in the air. It would be storming within minutes.

“Farhan said you wanted to see me,” I answered.

Bill looked surprised, but then he looked up and saw Farhan standing in the doorway behind me.

“It is time,” was all that Farhan said.

Bill sighed and said, “Come here, boy. Come closer.”

I walked to within a hand’s length of his chair and stood there, trembling a little, having a bit of trouble breathing. Tension was in the air. Tension and sex. Yes, sex was in the air. I was wound up so tight that I could hardly breathe.

“You know why we took you out of Hatterfield, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Now I do. I didn’t then.”

“And do you know why I pulled you away from that sailor on the ship?”

“Yes,” I said.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BarbarianSpy
• Release date: Jul 30, 2010
• ISBN: 9781921879289

Shabbu

Shabbu is the combined pen name for two established authors, one on the East Coast of the United States and one previously on the East Coast of Australia, but now inSpaijn, who spin erotica together in cyber space.habu, a bisexual former supersonic spy jet pilot, intelligence agent, and diplomat, is a published mainstream novelist and short story writer under another name and in another dimension of his life.Sabb, once an accountant and sometime property developer, is a wild barbarian at heart and knows that love is out there of you’re lucky enough to find it.Visit our blog and get a free story. We always appreciate ratings and reviews of our books.

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Despoiling David

by Shabbu

Table of Contents

Tablo of Contents

Chapter One: Hatterfield School, England

Chapter Two: Thomas, Summerhill Reach, Malaya

Chapter Three: David, On the Sea Off the West African Coast

Chapter Four: David, Arrival at Summerhill Reach, Malaya

Chapter Five: David, Summerhill Reach, Malaya

Chapter Six: William, Summerhill Reach, Malaya

Chapter Seven: David, Summerhill Reach, Malaya

Chapter Eight: William, the Pavilion at Summerhill Reach, Malaya

Chapter Nine: David, Summerhill Reach, Malaya

Chapter Ten: Thomas, Summerhill Reach, Malaya

Chapter Eleven: William, on the Road to George Town

Chapter Twelve: David, Thomas’s Bungalow, Summerhill Reach, Malaya

Chapter Thirteen: Thomas, Summerhill Reach, Malaya

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Chapter One: Hatterfield School, England

I don’t quite know what to say, Headmaster, Edith Summerhill said. David has always been such a quiet, polite, docile boy.

Well, of course he’s no longer a boy, the headmaster said in a gentle voice. Your brother has reached his eighteenth birthday now. And it isn’t that he’s a bad lad at all. It’s rather than he perhaps is too polite and docile—too willing to follow and be influenced by others—for a young man his age, and perhaps too young and, shall we say pretty looking. I fear he is too trusting and ready to accommodate. He really needs some toughening up; he needs to get out of an environment like Hatterfield School. He is, I think, too vulnerable to, you know, certain, shall we say . . . sins . . . here.

The headmaster pursed his lips and looked beseechingly at the handsome man sitting beside the young Miss Summerhill across his desk. The Summerhills had been sending their young men to Hatterfield for centuries, and the family had been a backbone for the finances of the school. He really was acting in the interests of her brother, young David. He only wished the parents were still alive. He knew they would have understood and acted immediately.

Edith Summerhill looked quite confused, and then her expression changed and she blushed. But there aren’t that many young women around, are there? This is a boys’ school.

Quite, the headmaster answered.

Edith’s expression returned to the confused.

The headmaster may have looked calm and fatherly, but he was completely out of his depth in discussing anything like this with a refined young woman like Edith Summerhill. He thus looked once more to the other man in the room, the somewhat older, more mature solicitor for the Summerhill family estates, William Stewart.

William Stewart delicately cleared his throat and put a calming hand on Edith’s forearm. Edith indeed did look like she was about to have a case of the vapors. What Headmasters is trying to tell us, Edith dear, is that it’s time that David start taking up a life. You know that as comely and shy a lad as he is, he could do with a bit more worldliness before he goes on to university. The Summerhills are active merchants and stewards of the land. What Headmaster is saying is that we need to take David out of Hatterfield and start him onto the road to taking his place at the head of the Summerhill holdings and enterprises. I’m sure it’s what your parents would have wanted.

But he’s always been so different—so gentle and sensitive, Edith said. Papa, I think, saw that. I don’t think he expected David—

Oh, of course I know how special David is, Stewart said to her gently. I’ve been your family solicitor and friend for years. I’ve dawdled David on my knee. I’ve dawdled you on my knee.

Edith blushed and looked down at the hand that now, somewhat ironically, was on her knee.

And, as the family solicitor, I spoke to your father many times about the future of the Summerhills. You know that, I’m sure. And we’ve spoken of it too, you and I. We have been discussing what we should do. Perhaps it’s time to go out to the colonies, to check on the family’s Malay rubber plantations—maybe take up residence there for a few years. It would be a perfect thing for David to do know, if I understand Headmaster correctly.

Both Edith and Stewart looked up at the headmaster, who nodded his head vigorously. Malaya was, in fact, far enough away to defuse his problem of the older boys at the school sniffing around the very, very ripe—and overly willing—young Mr. David Summerhill and threatening catastrophe for Hatterfield.

Still turned facing the headmaster and now taking one of Edith’s delicate hands in both of his, Stewart beamed and said, As you perhaps do not know yet, Headmaster, Edith has consented to marry me in two months time, and I will be helping the family more closely with the running of the Summerhill affairs. We had discussed the need to survey the family’s holdings. We hadn’t decided where to begin, but your call to us is perhaps fortuitous and a sign. We can start in Malaya. And David can start with us there. We can be a family complete.

Both the headmaster and Stewart beamed even if Edith still looked a little dubious and befuddled.

My, my, a wedding in just two month’s time, the headmaster said. My congratulations. And that will mean I’m sure, that you will need David with you in anticipation of the festivities. I will see to having his trunks packed immediately.

Edith thanked the headmaster profusely, both grateful and impressed by his eagerness to serve her family. William Stewart was equally quick to thank the headmaster for his quick service—while understanding fully the source of the man’s hurry to pack the young man out. All in all, Stewart was quite pleased with this turn of events. He was even far from displeased at what the headmaster was trying to convey, without saying, about the character and vulnerability of the young David.

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Chapter Two: Thomas, Summerhill Reach, Malaya

I was shocked when I heard that Edith had married the family solicitor, William Stewart. She was now bound to