Holy Orders 2
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com
After dinner, Hugh took me to the Spring Temple. It was summer so it wasn't dark yet. Emile was there with several of the men who worked for Sir Giles. Gilbert Du Mont was the Head groom and horse master. Eric Longshank was the head shepherd. Andrew Smith was the blacksmith and armorer. There were six of us. These men had different accents, so they came from far away, and they weren't common men.
We stripped and went in the pool. The men were polite and pleasant. When they saw me naked, they seemed to be more interested in me. We paddled in the warm water and several men played or touched my privates.
"Bryn is a new member of our group. Father Rolf and Sir Giles have welcomed him. Both men have explored his secret place. Both said he warmly welcomed them and were inspired to fill him with their seed. Bryn accepted it with enthusiasm," Hugh said. "It is our turn to welcome him. He is young, but Emile and I have entered him, and he responded with not just acceptance, but with eagerness. Father Rolf told me felt other worldly blessings coursing through him and into Bryn's quivering body."
Gilbert Du Mont was the first slide his long, thin tool into me. He was sitting on the stone edge of the pool.
"Sit on it facing me," he said. "The men like to watch it as it enters you. I shoot lots of seed. The other men have thicker tools. This will ease the way for them.
I moaned as he entered. There were murmurs of approval. I began bouncing of his cock. The men seemed to like that. When Gilbert shot off, he bellowed. Apparently, the men could see his cock twitch for each spurt.
Andrew the Smith lifted me off Gilbert's cock, turned me around and slipped his cock into me from the rear. The men watching loved that. They could see his cock slipping into me and watch my cock reacting. Getting rock hard seem to impress the men. They cheered when they saw Andrew's cock twitch as he filled me. Since Hugh and Emile had made their deposits earlier, I was a full member of the order. I thought my ass was close to being over full.
Hugh later told me I had been the most generous new member and that impressed the men. I could leave my own deposits in the members' behinds. "I would like to take your cock in my hole," he said. Hugh got on his knees and spread his ass open. He winked his ass at me. I was unsure, but my cock made a decision. As I pushed into him, he moaned in pleasure.
"Stay in him until he as a vision of heaven!" Gilbert cried. "Pump your seed into him. Send him to heaven on earth!"
I did what I could. I couldn't hold back, and I moaned as I shot my seed into him. He began to twitch. Gilbert dropped to his knees so he could take Hugh's load. I felt Hugh shiver as he squirted his load into Gilbert's mouth.
I didn't know the meaning of what happened, but I knew it was good and pleasurable. From the men's reaction I knew it was good for them too. A little later Andrew was licking my ass trying taste the seed load in my ass. Will was sucking my cock. He said he wanted to know what salvation tasted like. I had no idea what he was talking about. I slept well that night.
The next day was quiet. We got world that Sir Giles would return the next day and he was bringing a guest. Hugh told me of the things that need to be done for a guest. When there was an announcement of a guest it meant the guest was high ranking.
Andrew came to me with a man of about thirty years, Mathew. He looked like Andrew and was a nephew. We talked and Mathew felt my privates while his uncle was looking elsewhere. I smiled and Mathew smiled. They went on their way, but Mathew asked if I would like to see the rest of the property. I said yes.
After working all day, I had the house ready for a guest in the afternoon. I went for a walk in the garden. and Mathew was walking there too.
"Uncle Andrew told me you cock casts a magic spell," he said.
"I never thought it was magic," I said.
"If I could sit on it, I could tell you," he said. "Andrew's cock is good, but he has told me you should always be looking for better." He paused. "I like big ones."
I felt virtuous and agreed. Mathew had a nice cock, but he had a better ass. He was ready for me. He was not in a rush, so he gently bounced on my cock. Mathew liked to talk, and he told me about the order.
They were the third or fourth sons of noblemen. Sir Giles told him they were the fifth wheel on four-wheel cart. They were noble, but useless. Sir Giles thought they should avoid women and not have children. They would slip even further down in status. Mathew thought it was lucky that they liked entertaining themselves.
Sir Giles thought they should lead simple lives and help people in need. The attack on Lady Elizabeth was the first time they had a chance to act. Of course, my father, brothers and sister were the people who saved Lady Elizabeth.
I suspected I was there because of my oversized cock and willingness to use it. Mathew shivered and shook when he felt my seed spurting into him. It was a beautiful way to start the night.
The guests and Sir Giles arrived late the next morning, Sir Rollo and Lord Herring came with servants, Otto and Hendrick. Emile had made a simple but impressive meal for them. The gentlemen seemed pleased. Otto served Sir Rollo, but he referred to his master as his Grace. Will told me that was used for a duke or Bishop. Sir Giles showed them around the estate. They spent most of the time with Gilbert and the horses.
I knew nothing about horses, but Sir Giles' horses were of great interest. I noticed that Sir Rollo treated Gilbert Du Mont almost as an equal. Will told me that for the nobility fine horses were important. Will had been talking with Otto. Will told me that Otto was a solid man. Will winked at me as he said that. I didn't know what that meant, but I had a suspicion. Will used winks and gestures often, since if we were overheard, a wink could not be heard or reported.
Emile prepared a fine meal that was all but a banquet. The conversation was mostly about horses and the sheep. I knew nothing about animals except for my father's dog and the house cats. The dog and cats were great hunters.
The guests were greatly impressed by the horses and the sheep. Sir Rollo wanted to improve his stable. Wool was the gold of our age, and Sir Giles' sheep impressed Lord Herring.
Later Sir Rollo spent the night in Sir Giles's bedroom. Lord Herring was in another bedroom with his servant. I was in a small room under the stairs with Otto. The stairs were wooden, and Otto could hear anyone his master's bedroom. Otto was a big man. I am small but the room was stuffy. I slept naked.
Will had told him about my cock. Otto liked what he saw.
"I thought you were a boy. Will told me you were all man. I like man play, boys cry too much," he said.
"Are you so big boys cry?" I asked. Otto took off his dress shirt and dropped his leggings. I knew that there is a big difference between a soft and a hard cock. It might be bigger than it looked.
"I was playing in the spring house," he said.
"I like the taste of spring water," I said as I leaned over to lick his privates. I sucked his ample skin into my mouth and then my tongue went searching for his knob. I later was told that Otto's experience with men was crude. He and his men would wrestle, and the winner would force his privates into the loser's ass. This was painful until the men learned to coat themselves in oil.
My efforts were delicate but they excited Otto greatly. They were also quiet. Otto was a bodyguard, so he was always alert to possible danger.
I held his balls as I took more and more of his cock in my mouth. Everything was simple, and quiet. The new sensations coming from his cock were pleasurable but did not keep him from his duties. He was contented.
A little later I coated his cock with oil and then skewered myself on his organ. It was large, but not too large. He moaned in pleasure. I bounced on his organ and increased his pleasure.
"I fall asleep after I shoot. Please stop, I need to be alert," he whispered.
"Don't worry. At home I could hear the slightest sounds. My father said I was a better ratter than the cat. He chuckled. A little later I felt his seed spurting into me. It was warm and plentiful. He fell asleep and I a kept an ear open for rats of the animal or humankind.
Otto woke early, went up to the upper chamber and Sir Rollo and Sir Giles were sleeping in each other's arms. When the sun rose, it was a sunny, beautiful day. Sir Rollo, Lord Herring, and Giles went hunting with several of Giles' men. Hendrick went with them. Otto was a poor horseman.
Hugh, Will, Emile and I remained at the manor with some of the younger or much older farm hands. Many masters sent old men away once their working day were over. Sir Giles gave them light tasks and kept them in the manor. He told me that old men have ears too.
I saw Otto in deep conversation with Hugh, Emile and Will. They cast quick glances at me. I had a feeling I was the subject of their conversation.
In the middle of the day, Father Rolf arrived with a younger monk, Brother Ambrose. Brother Ambrose was thin, and about my age. He seemed quite timid. Father Rolf wanted to make Ambrose Sir Giles' personal chaplain. I hadn't thought he needed one. I wondered if Father Rolf had other plans for Ambrose. An hour later a messenger arrived telling us the hunting party was spending the night at a neighboring estate. The hunting had been bad, and they hoped it would be better the next morning.
This would normally been a problem for Emile, but the nights banquet was to have used the meat from the days hunting. Emile was relived.
Father Rolf came to me. "Bryn, Brother Ambrose was ill treated at his monastery. He shares an interest with us, and he needs gentler treatment. I hope you could help him."
"I am always willing to help a person in need," I replied.
At the evening meal, he ate all that was given to him. Emile gave him additional food. He told Ambrose there was extra food, Ambrose ate it all. Emile thought Ambrose was too thin to be healthy.
After we ate, I took Ambrose to the Temple Spring. He enjoyed the warm water. He was too thin, but his private parts were oversized. His tool and balls hung low. As he relaxed, we talked. Eventually he told me he had offended the Prior and he was punished. I told him that I served the kindest of masters, in a prosperous house.
"The men here are good men and true. It is a good place," I said. I then told him of how I came here including the story of my sister-in-law unmanning a rapist.
Ambrose laughed at that, and added, "Should I avoided meeting your sister-in-law?"
She is a sweet and kind woman," I said. "She is virtuous and not tolerant of sin." Ambrose laughed again. It was dark by the time I took his cock into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue. He moaned as I tasted his cock juice.
"We might be caught," he whispered.
"The men here know about manly pleasures," I said and then continued sucking.
He squirted once. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that," he cried.
"It was good. Give me the rest of it," I said. A little later he drained his huge balls into my mouth.
"That was beautiful," I said.
"You're not mad?" he asked.
"Ambrose, you gave me your man seed. It's the best gift you could give me," I said.
"Do I need to suck you now?" he asked.
"You just shot off. I assume you want a rest," I said.
"I want to do it," he said as he leaned over to suck me.
Ambrose didn't just suck my cock. His tongue caressed my tool, and he savored every inch of it. It was as if my cock was a rare delicacy, one of Emil's finest creations. Eventually he took my load. We returned to the house and shared room with Otto.
It was no surprise that Otto sucked Ambrose. I suspected Otto had talked with Father Rolf. Otto asked if Ambrose could shoot his load into his ass. Otto got on his hands and knees. As Ambrose pushed his tool into Otto, I slipped under Otto and sucked his cock as Otto sucked me. Ambrose shot off first, moments later I took Otto's load as he took mine.
I discovered taking a load in my mouth as I delivered a load into another man's mouth was a sleeping potion. We had all slept well.
Two men brought meat from the hunting party at mid-day. The hunters woke before dawn and had a good morning. Emile was happy because he could start preparing the banquet earlier than he thought. Ambrose had worked in the monastery kitchen, so he helped Emile. That pleased Emile and Will.
I went to collect flowers from the garden to ornament the table. My father told me that my grandmother could use four dandelions and an old sock to make a thing of beauty. I seemed to have inherited that skill, and the men were most impressed.
I was surprised at that. Will told me that the banquets were to impress the guest. Beautiful decorations were needed. I used flowers from the meadows. Will said that was even better. To make something clever and beautiful out of common flowers was interesting and unexpected. Beautiful was one thing. Beautiful and clever was better.
When I was at home, I was accustomed to help whenever I could. I always wanted to be useful. Emile and Hugh greatly admired that. Some men sit and wait for orders. I helped where help was needed. Ambrose was a monk, and he was expected to watch. He was helpful too. Sir Giles did not need a full-time priest. Ambrose was helpful in many ways unlike most monks.
The hunters returned in the late afternoon. The went to the Spring Temple and bathed. I attended them. They saw me as a man disguised as a boy. They noted my privates were manly, not boyish.
Lord Herring played with my privates under water. "I hope you are not the kind of boy who cries when a man gets too close?" he asked.
I smiled. "I don't think anyone has been too close," I said. "Some men have shared intimate places in my body."
"Sometimes I have itches in hard-to-reach places," he remarked.
"I have a tool that can massage dark places," I said, "Sometimes a bad itch needs a rare healing salve."
Lord Herring smiled. "What if the itch is deep?" I smiled too. He was stroking my cock under the water.
"Do you think it's long enough?" I asked.
He nodded.
"I can promise you will not get with child and have my baby," I said.
Lord Herring was still laughing when we got to his chamber. I think that Herring was uneasy about being with a low born carpenter's son. He liked boys, but he didn't want to hurt them. I later found out he lost his erection when a boy cried.
I looked like a boy but was a man. He also enjoyed large cocks. It was odd, but a well hung, small man was good for him.
We dressed and returned to the manor. He joined the gentlemen talking about the hunt. I went to help Emile. The banquet was a great success. Emile was a good cook, and he was at his best. My rustic wildflower displays were admired, and they thought were prefect for a celebration of a hunt. There was a lot to drink and many of the men needed to be carried to the bed chambers.
I spent the night with Otto under the stairs to Sir Giles' bedroom. It was a relaxing night combining sleep and sex. Otto found my ass was both excited him and relaxed him. The guests returned home the next morning as did Father Rolf. They brought several fine horses and twenty sheep.
Life was quiet. Brother Ambrose remained with us. Emile's cooking transformed Ambrose. He soon gained weight and looked healthy. He was a good-looking man. He liked to talk and had a sense of humor. Ambrose liked being with the men, especially in the Spring Temple. He discovered sex with me. At the monastery a cock in the ass was punishment for a bad deed.
I assumed a bad deed was discovered every time a bother wanted to drain his balls. Often the Abbott made his own contribution to the punishment.
I had never seen a bible. It was too precious for ordinary folk. I couldn't read anyway, so that wasn't a problem. I wondered why shoving a cock up the ass had never been mentioned in our own priest's homilies. He priest had come to our house when my father was on the edge of death. He told my grandmother and brothers not to worry. Should the worst happen, because of his bravery, my Father would be directly translated to heaven to live with the saints. My Grandmother had other plans, and my father survived.
Ambrose couldn't read either, so he didn't know either. He had one friend there, Guillaume, an herbalist. He taught Ambrose the secrets of herbs. He also told Ambrose no one in the bible shoved his cock in a man's behind.