This is the fourth part of a series about a teenager named Roan who lived in the Middle Ages. It contains sex between teenagers, between men and teenagers and incest.
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John awoke with a start. For the third time in one week he had had the same dream. In the dream he was walking along a deserted road on the edge of a mountain peak. As he came around a sharp bend in the road he saw William, with his back to him, standing on the edge of a precipice. He ran toward him with the intent of pushing him over but just as he reached out to shove him someone yelled to William, who stepped aside, causing John to fall over. As he fell through space he saw Roan and Father Stephen looking down at him, laughing.
Even though it was September and rather warm outside, he woke up in a cold sweat. He was scared and he felt threatened by William. He decided he would have to speak to Father Walter in the morning. Then he remembered it was Sunday, the Lord's Day, and Father Walter would be inaccessible until late in the day.
Father Stephen, Roan and William had made their plans. They needed Bruce so he was let in on the plan and agreed to help. The plan, which centered around Roan and Father Walter, was to be launched on Sunday at High Mass. William lent Roan some of his clothes. Roan, who was quite handsome in whatever he wore, was absolutely stunning in these princely garments. There was no doubt in anyone's mind he would be the perfect bait for the plan they had hatched.
At the time for High Mass Roan, along with William and Bruce entered the castle chapel. They timed their entrance so that they would be the last ones in before Mass began. All eyes turned toward the trio, but Roan was really the center of attraction. The chapel was crowded with many who had come to offer sympathy on the death of the Duke and they were all entranced by the vision of beauty that Roan provided. Women as well as men gaped at him as he took a seat near the front in the special box provided for the Ducal family. John was already there and he, too, was captivated by Roan. He had remembered him from his tryst with William in the small room and he wondered if he had been sharing William's bed since.
Father Walter, who was celebrating the Mass, could hardly take his eyes off Roan. When it came time to serve him communion his hand trembled slightly as he offered him the elements. Even during the homily he kept his eyes on the Ducal box moving from John to Roan in quick succession. It was an ordeal for him to stay focused with Roan sitting before him. It would not have been so bad if it wasn't for his conversation with Father Stephen. He was sure that this gorgeous youth was sharing his bed and he was jealous.
Immediately after service the trio left through a private entrance the Duke used when he didn't want to engage in conversation. They hurried away to await word from Father Stephen. It wasn't long before he burst into the room beaming.
"It worked. He wants me to bring Roan to him this afternoon and just as I thought, he didn't want him to come to his room, he's superstitious. He wants to meet him in the little room above the stables, a place that I suggested. Roan, can you handle this?"
"Yes, I can, for you and William I can do this. Remember our agreement, Will, if this works, and it will, you promised to free my parents, my brother and myself."
"Roan, you are free already. The rest will be freed from all taxes, burdens and encumbrances by decree on Friday next. My word, my friend." William leaned forward and kissed Roan lightly on the cheek. Bruce looked at him and smiled. William had told him about his relationship with Roan and he welcomed it. He knew that William was his and that no one would be able to change that. He also knew that Roan was very desirable and he had already made plans to have the handsome one share he and William's bed.
"Good, let's go." Father Stephen led the way. "Bruce, you go get John, remember our story. William, you wait here."
Father Stephen led Roan to the stables behind the main castle building. He pointed out the room in which he was to meet Father Walter and then moved back into the recesses of the stables to wait. Roan mounted the steps and entered the room. The room was quite small. It had been used as housing for one of the stable grooms, but now it was empty. There was an opening for a window, although there was no glass, only a piece of cloth covering it. Roan heard footsteps and moved back into the corner of the room.
"My child, you are waiting for me. How nice!" Father Walter stepped in and moved toward Roan, beaming at the prospect of taking this handsome youth.
"Yes, I am here at your request, Father, what do you desire?"
"You, I desire you!" With that, Father Walter pulled Roan out of the corner and embraced him. He planted a clumsy kiss on his lips and then began to undress him. Roan was disgusted with his inept approach but he surrendered himself to his hands. Roan had changed back into his peasant garments and the priest lifted his smock, pulled it off and then removed his breeches, Roan was naked. Father Walter kissed him again, this time he sought his lips and pushed his tongue into Roan's mouth. He took him into his hands and held him tightly, letting his hands caress the teenager's back. Roan responded by putting his arms around the priest and squeezing him. He pushed his body up against Father Walter and felt his hardening cock through his priestly garments. Father Walter's kisses moved to Roan's cheeks, his neck, his shoulders and then to his chest. He started sucking Roan's nipples, taking time to chew each one and run his tongue back and forth across the sensitive nubs.
John was startled by Bruce's sudden entrance into the main hall. He turned toward him, wondering what had prompted this sudden intrusion.
"Sir, in the stables, come quickly." Bruce was panting as if he had run from afar.
"What in the stables, Bruce."
"I went to look after my horse and I saw two men entering the room upstairs, then I heard sounds, sounds of sex."
"Who are these men." John began to move toward the door.
"I don't know, sir. I recognized one as the handsome youth, Roan, but the other I couldn't see."
"Sodomites, filthy perverts, I'll take care of such and teach them a lesson everyone will remember." John started out the door, but then came back, looked around, and grabbed a mace that his father had left.
He ran toward the stables with Bruce behind him. Bruce had not expected John to react with a weapon. He was anxious about the outcome and followed closely in case he would have to intercept to save Roan.
Roan was leaning against a wall, his hands caressing Father Walter's head as he sucked his long dick. The priest was using techniques that indicated he was no novice when it came to sucking cock. His mouth moved up and down the shaft, sucking eagerly, engulfing the entire rod and caressing it with his tongue. Roan was sensuously humping into his mouth reaching toward the cavernous-like throat that was eager for his liquid offering. Roan's fucking movements increased as he felt himself about to release his seed into the waiting mouth.
"What, in the name of God, is this? What is this! Perverts, filthy sodomites."
John burst into the room screaming and raging, his face red and his voice trembling with anger. Roan saw the mace and fell back against the wall, paralyzed with fear as he realized that the door was blocked and there was no way of escape.
"How could you, priest! You, you vile dog!"
Father Walter said nothing. He was still in a kneeling position but he had turned to face John. Roan saw him reach into his vestments and struggle with something as John raised the mace in the air. Father Walter rose up on his feet, pulled his hand out of his vestment in a sweeping upward arc, revealing a dagger. John was moving forward quickly, too quickly to see the knife in the priest's hand. His uplifted arm came crashing down with all the power of his muscled might behind it. The impetus of his movement caused him to run into the knife which the priest was wielding. The knife entered his stomach just as the mace crashed onto Father Walter's head, crushing it and splattering blood all over the room. As Father Walter fell backward, his hand, which still gripped the knife, was pulled up, causing the blade to rip up John's stomach and out of his chest, leaving a ghastly opening through which poured his entrails. John stood, wide-eyed, and unbelieving. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out except a trickle of blood.
Roan ran around the fallen body of the priest, through the door and collapsed into Bruce's arms. They reached the bottom of the stairs just as the others ran up.
"What happened? Is he all right? What happened, Bruce!" William screamed as he saw Bruce carrying Roan.
"My God, what happened. Roan, Roan!" Father Stephen ran to Roan and caressed his face. He realized he was still alive, but he was anxious for him.
"Don't go upstairs, it's awful. Both are dead." Bruce looked at William and felt for him. First his father and now his brother.
"Both! How could that be. What happened? What?" William was crying as he pulled at Bruce. Bruce handed Roan to Father Stephen and took William in his arms.
"I don't know what happened, exactly. I did as we planned. I got John to come to the stables. The only thing was, he brought a mace with him. By the time I got upstairs I saw the mace land on the priest's head. It as awful. I have seen many men die in battle, but this was awful. I don't know what happened to John. His back was to me, but Father Walter had a knife. There's blood everywhere. Roan fainted. He was standing there as it all happened."
By now many other people had gathered around the little group. William sent some men upstairs but they all came back, frightened because a priest had been killed. The superstitious peasants kept crossing themselves as they walked away from the scene of carnage.
Father Stephen carried Roan to his room, lay him on the bed and began washing his face. Roan responded to his ministrations and awoke with a start. He sat up in the bed, looked around the room and began crying. Father Stephen took him in his arms and held him tightly.
"It's over, Roan, it's all over. We're all safe, now."
"It was so terrible. Oh, Stephen, my God!" Roan put his head on the priest's shoulder and just lay there. In spite of himself, Stephen felt his body responding to Roan's closeness. He knew this wasn't the time, but his body acted as though it had a mind of it's own. But when he looked at Roan he realized his body also had a mind of its own. His cock was lengthening even as he snuggled into Stephen for comfort.
"Stephen, take me, now."
"Are you sure, Roan. After what you've been through...."
"No, I need you, I need to feel you in me." Roan looked up into Stephen's eyes and then kissed him. He pushed his tongue into his mouth and felt the heat from his body as he squeezed himself into his embrace. It did not take anytime for Stephen to take off his vestments, lay Roan down on the bed and ease his big dick into Roan's tight ass. He started off gently, just pulling out slowly and easing back in. He let his passion build as he ministered to the teenager with his huge cock. At Roan's urging he began slamming harder and harder assaulting the shapely ass with his engorged rod. Each stroke seemed to bring a healing to Roan as he lifted himself to receive and to offer even more. Stephen held him tightly in his arms and fucked him for a long time because he knew how much Roan needed this. They both came in a powerful orgasm that seemed to bring relief and healing to them.
They continued to cling together as they fell asleep in the after- noon heat only to be awakend late in the day by an insistent knock on the door. Stephen jumped up to answer it and found himself facing a young man he had not seen before.
"Yes?"
"My name is Caxton and I have come for Roan. His father sent me to bring him back, his sister-in-law has died. Father Stephen's heart sank. He wondered how much more pain this day was going to bring for Roan. He turned and look at the handsome teenager.
"My sister-in-law, Mary? I hardly knew her." He rose from the bed and looked around for his clothes. It was then they both realized that his clothes had been left at the death scene and he had nothing to wear. They just stood there contemplating their dilemma.
"Here, I brought you these." Bruce was standing at the door holding a pile of clothes. "William sent them, he thought you might need them. He also has a horse waiting for you. Don't worry about anything, he will take care of everything."
Roan looked at Father Stephen and smiled. His eyes filled with tears, but he held them back as he took the clothes and started dressing. In no time he was dressed, not in his usual peasant clothes, but in the everyday finery of a prince of the realm. He and Caxton went into the courtyard where a horse was waiting. He mounted, reached down for Caxton, waved to Stephen and Bruce and rode off.
"How did you get here, Caxton?" Roan had spurred tht horse to gallop. Caxton was riding in front of him and he could feel the pressure of Roan's body again his.
"I ran and I walked, I'm glad you got a horse, Roan."
Caxton was fourteen, he lived down the road from Roan and knew him from the village gatherings. He had mop of blonde hair that had no definite style or order. He generally looked like he had just gotten out of bed. His youthful body was slender, but wiry with long legs and a developing chest. Like many boys of his age and time he worked hard in the fields and at home and his body showed the evidence of his hard work. He was cute with a small button nose, thick eyebrows and a smiling face.
In spite of the time he had spent with Stephen Roan felt himself becoming aroused as he and Caxton rode together. The galloping motion of the horse caused his body to bounce into Caxton and his dick responded by hardening. It was now pressing into his asscrack and Roan wondered whether Caxton was purposefully pushing back harder and harder or if it was just due to the horse's motion. He decided to try something else, he reached around and pulled Caxton back against him, holding him tightly. Sure enough, Caxton responded by turning his head, leaning back and planting a kiss on Roan. He slipped his tongue into Roan's mouth and Roan knew that he was not dealing with a novice. He pushed up harder against the boy and sucked on his tongue. Caxton moaned and nestled deeper into Roan's arms. Suddenly Roan stopped the horse and looked at Caxton.
"You like this don't you?"
"Oh yes, why'd you stop, Roan?"
"We don't have time to finish, Caxton, we'll be at my house in no time." Caxton gave him a look of disappointment and then kissed him again. Roan laughed. Here was a kid who was just as horny as he was and he liked it. He thought about his first encounter with William and decided he could take the time.
Roan steered the horse off the road and into the woods searching for an isolated spot. He and Caxton dismounted and he explained to Caxton what they were going to do, then they both undressed. When Roan looked at Caxton he sighed. He was glad he had decided to take time with this cute boy. His body was bronzed by the sun and he had an ample shapely ass that was made for invading. Roan knew he was going to have to spend some time with Caxton to do all the things he really wanted to, but this ride would have to suffice for now. He pulled Caxton to him, kissed him and let his hands cup his ample booty. He liked the feel of the firm mounds and he allowed his hands to etch their shapeliness over and over. Caxton cooed in his ears as he surrendered to the touch of Roan's body against his.
"Caxton, you been fucked before?"
"Yes, Roan, I have." Roan didn't bother to ask who or when. He was glad he wouldn't have to break him in this quick encounter. They remounted, Roan spit in his hand, lubricated his hard rod, and positioned the boy over his dick. He pulled him down onto his stiff prong and he eased up to enter. He watched as his thick dick pushed into the dark crevice and began easing up into the boy. Caxton moaned at the entry but kept lowering himself on the shaft, trying to take it all. When he got it all in, Roan put his arms around Caxton, kissed him gently on the ear and then spurred the horse. Neither boy had to do anything but ride as the motion of the horse caused them both to rise and fall in a way that pushed Roan's dick in and pulled it out. Caxton felt the huge rod massage his prostate and he moaned in a continuous hum as the pleasure waves flowed through his body. His dick, which was hard, was dripping precum and hardening with each stab of his prostate. They rode for about a half hour enjoying the intensity of their coupling. When they came, they howled with their heads thrown back, released their teenaged juices and hugged each other tightly.
Then they went back, got their clothes and resumed their original journey. It didn't take them long to reach Roan's house. Caxton agreed to walk on to his house so that Roan could spend time with his family.
"I'm glad I came and got you, Roan, will I see you again? Please?"
"Caxton, I'm coming after you, you'll see me a lot more. We got unfinished business." He smiled as he gave Caxton a gentle push. He watched Caxton walk away, turning to smile at him every few steps until he got around the bend and disappeared. Then Roan turned and went inside.
Father Stephen sat down at the table next to Bruce. Bruce had his arm around William who was leaning on his shoulder.
"I don't understand, how could this have happened?"
"It happened so quickly, I didn't get a chance to see anything." Bruce tightened his hold on William and kissed his forehead gently.
"What did Roan say, Father Stephen?"
The priest recounted Roan's story. When he finished the three men sat in silence, lost in their individual thoughts.
"It's for the best, William, it really is. It's from a wise providence." Father Stephen looked at William and smiled.
"How can you say that, Father, first my father, then my brother. What I am to do? How can I be lord of such a domain?" William turned to Bruce with tears in his eyes.
"Listen, William, it is from a wise providence. John would have killed you sooner or later. He was afraid of you and he loved you at the same time. He couldn't resist his love for you, yet he had been taught that it was wrong. Father Walter had turned him against you and it would be only a matter of time before he got rid of you." Bruce had lifted William's head so he could look in his eyes as he talked to him.
"That's right, William. Even if John had survived his encounter in the stables he would have eventually killed you. If Father Walter had survived he would have been a constant hindrance in your assumption and maintainance of power. It's for the good, believe me. None of us could have foreseen what happened, we didn't want it, but now that it's happened we need to recognize it as the best and move on. Certainly, we are not the blame for what happened." Father Stephen spoke with a serious tone, he knew his words were important.
"But, how can I rule this domain? I can manage, I can administrate, but I'm not a warrior. What I can do when I face an uprising?" William stared straight ahead, not looking at either man.
"That's why that same wise providence sent me here, I'm the warrior you need, William. I will lead your army and fight your battles while you make this the greatest realm in England." Bruce stood up as if to show his strength, looked at William and grinned.
"You, Bruce, you're in the King's bodyguard, you can't stay here."
"Yes, he owes me something and this will be it. Don't worry about that, my love, I will be your general. I had thought about it before this happened but didn't know how it would be implemented, now I know. I will gather a group of men like ourselves, men who are committed to each other by bonds of love and faithfulness. We will be the Knights of the Rod." Bruce walked across the room and grabbed a lance, holding it high. With the other hand he grabbed his crotch and jutted his hips forward. "This rod and this rod." He laughed as he said it, but the others knew he was serious.
"Yes, a band of warriors who will be invincible because they fight united in love for one another. I will be your chaplain." Father Stephen rose to stand with Bruce, touching the lance and his crotch.
William rose, walked to them and smiled. He grabbed his crotch as they had done. "I don't know about that rod, but I do know about this one. I, too, will join this band."
The three men joined arms, pushed their crotches together and kissed one another. They drank from a silver goblet and pledged themselves to stand with each other until the end. Then they sat at the table and began making plans.
"William, the coronation will proceed as planned only now the King will place the Ducal crown on your head, as the next of kin. We will explain everything." Bruce knew he could sway the king.
"Then we must begin gathering our band of knights, as you begin putting the domain in order." Father Stephen was excited by the prospects of this rule.
"Yes, I know some who can be part of this band. Roan has the potential to become a knight. There are others who will come. Once our plans become known men will come from all over the realm to be a part of the Knights of the Rod. Men who are dispised because of their love will be welcome here." William had joined them in their excitement. His losses were being overshadowed by the prospects that were opening before him.
He walked to Bruce, put his arms around him and kissed him on the lips, letting his tongue ease into his mouth as Bruce squeezed him tightly. They looked at Father Stephen and laughed, a little embarassed at their show of affection.
"Don't mind me. I only wish Roan were here so he could be a part of this joining together."
"He'll be back, Father Stephen, I know he will." William smiled and then his expression turned serious. "Tell me, Father Stephen, how did you know about Father Walter."
"When I first came here he was unusually friendly toward me. He would come to my room often and he was always hugging me and putting his hands on me. I knew what his intentions were, but I didn't trust him. But, I was lonely with no one to share my bed and I succumbed to his advances one night. It was interesting, he kissed me very passionately, undressed me, and held me closely. Yet, he would not allow me to do anything but kiss him. He would always lean me against a wall and suck my cock. He never undressed, nor did he ever seek his own pleasure. I do not know if he took care of himself later or not. I knew he was interested in Roan because of a conversation I had with him a few days ago. Then again, everyone is interested in Roan." Father Stephen laughed as he thought about his remarks. The others laughed also.
"Yes, I am definitely interested. My friend here was so interested he made love to him on a horse in the woods." William blushed as Bruce revealed his first encounter with Roan. He pushed Bruce gently and put his finger to his lips as if to silence him.
"Oh yes, I know his charms. The past week has been the most pleasurable time of my life because of Roan. I fear I have lost my mind over that kid, I'm glad he is so innocent and loving." Father Stephen rose to go. "Remember, we are the Knights of the Rod." He smiled as he walked away.
Bruce looked at William and smiled. "Speaking of the rod, this rod is due for a little exercise." He grinned as his patted his dick. William put his hand on top of his and rubbed it.
"Come, upstairs my warrior, we must put this rod in it's holder." The two men walked out of the Great Hall arm in arm on their way to a love encounter that was a seal of their partnership.