CHAPTER 7
Beau Interviews Chevalle Jean-Luc Champney
~ Beau interviews Chevalle to make sure he is a good fit for his friend as an assistant and more. The darker side of the reasoning behind the testing of the assistant starts to unfold. ~
The following day before I was ready to close my shop for the day, a young fellow came in to look for me. He told me that Fabian had sent him. How quick he is to find an assistant for Archie. As if he had this in mind from the start and was waiting for me to approach him about the matter.
He looked very young and quite handsome. Yet he seems some what timid and did not know what to say.
"Good day to you. I am Beau Ashdown-Poynter."
"I am Chevalle. He told me I should meet you first and that you will introduce me to someone hiring."
"Yes. How old are you?"
"I will be 23 in a few weeks, Sir."
"What are you looking to do, Chevalle?"
"I would like to do something in design and art, Sir. My experience is minimal, but I am willing to start from the bottom. Please help me, Sir."
"How about you come to my place, Chevalle?
We can discuss more over dinner."
"Yes. Yes, Sir. I would love that."
I had told him to meet me in the back as I close the shop. Then we were on our way to my place. Did not have anything in mind, but hopefully there is something to make a meal for two.
"Come on in, Chevalle. Welcome to my home."
"Thank you, Sir. It is a cozy place."
"Sit down. Can I get you a glass of wine?"
"That would be nice, but I do not want to impose, Sir."
"You are a guest. Relax. You can hang your coat on that rack over to the corner. Let me find something in the kitchen."
As I was pouring a glass of wine for the young lad, I would look around wondering what to make for dinner. At least I had plenty of cheese. I had him sit at the dining table as I set the wine out and started to build a cheese plate.
"Tell me a little bit about yourself, Chevalle."
"Well I grew up in a town near Paris. The past few years, I had been traveling back and forth from home to the London area. A few odd jobs to get an idea of what I want to do. My family is not wealthy so I do not have a formal education. But I am willing to learn everything I can to do my work properly."
"That is good to know. How eager are you to work for my friend, Chevalle?"
"Very eager, Sir. I will do anything to show that I can do the work. I want him to be happy and his clients too."
"Where are you staying at currently?"
"I am staying with a friend. Hopefully it will not be long before I move out. I want to have my own place."
Through out dinner, we would share our stories and background. I had a good idea that he was decent enough and will work out for Archie. But there is one more test I need to perform on him to make sure he is suitable.
"Chevalle, my boy, you sound quite suitable for my friend. But I wonder how much you are willing to please my friend."
"Very much, Sir. I want to make him happy."
"Do you want to make me happy?"
"Yes, Sir. I do."
I then unbuckle myself and pulled out my softness and told him to savor me. He was quick to get on his knees and had his warm mouth around my manhood. Oh how great it felt as I was sipping on my glass of wine.
"Ooooohhh... You like what you see, Chevalle?"
"Yes, Sir. Mmm... Mmmm..."
"What am I to do with all this stiffness?"
"Let me kiss you till you are happy, Sir."
I let him continue until I had reached my peak and let my juices burst all inside of his mouth. Then I had him follow me to the bathroom.
"I want you to clean my body well, Chevalle."
"Yes, Sir. It will be my pleasure to clean you, Sir."
If I was not looking for an assistant for Archie, I would be keeping this beauty to myself. The lovely, French accent is exotic and so is his body. The boy was well shaven and slender, but fit. He was tall, but shorter than Archie and I. Perhaps Archie will allow me to visit him often or we can share this French stallion.
After the shower, I had him get on the bed and tied him in place. I had the rings in the proper place, his wrists were cuffed, a slender tool into his back door and rubbed a touch of honey on his softness that I will make as stiff as can be.
Then I would rub a little honey onto my softness as well and told him to have some dessert. His mouth was full and I was enjoying every second of it.
"I want to see how stiff you can be by yourself, Chevalle. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, Sir. I will try my best. Mmmm... Mmmm..."
"Good boy. I would think that Fabian had told you what was required of you to do other than office work."
"Mmmm... Yes, Sir. I will be happy to do more than office work, Sir. Mmm... I love to be around older gentleman. They make me feel secure and warm inside. Mmm... I want to make you happy, Sir. Mmmm..."
"You think that you can handle the test, boy?"
"Yes, Sir. I will do my best. Please test me any way you like, Sir. I am yours to do as you please, Sir. Mmmm..."
"Your French accent will be to his liking as it is to mine. Mmm... Ooooohhh... Now lets find out how stiff you are, boy. Oh... Look at that. It does not look stiff enough. Let me make it stiffer."
"Oooooohhh... Sir... Ooooohhh... Mmmm... Mmmm... Ooooohh... Aaahhh... Mmmm... Aaaahhh... Mmmm..."
I must have been making him moan for a good few minutes before he was asking for relief.
"Not so fast, boy. You will get your relief."