This is the sixth in a series of stories about Roan, a teenager who lived in the Middle Ages. It contains sex between teenagers, between men and teenagers and incest.
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The King arrived with much pomp and splendor. People came from every surrounding village and manor to see him and his retinue. The knights came behind the king, lances at ease, armor shining in the blazing sun, banners flowing in the gentle breeze as they rode up to the castle, across the drawbridge and into the courtyard.
William was standing in the courtyard to welcome the king. Bruce was behind him, followed by Father Stephen, and other dignitaries. Roan followed behind the initial group with Richard and Caxton, all dressed in finery that William had provided.
William led the king into the Great Hall and sat him on the dais. The others moved to their assigned seats and formal introductions were made. Everyone was presented in the order of their importance. Obviously, Roan, Richard and Caxton were just given a nod, they had no titles or position of importance. Nevertheless, everyone turned to gaze at Roan, who was splendid in one of William's favorite frocks. William had deliberately wanted Roan to wear the outfit, because he knew what a stir it would cause and he was right. Everyone, from the king down, wanted to know who was this handsome young man, but Roan smiled and kept his distance. He was with Richard and Caxton, the two most important people in his life and he felt he didn't need anyone else.
After a light breakfast the entourage proceeded to the cathedral where a memorial service was held for the Duke. The circumstances of John's death made it necessary for his service to be held on a smaller scale without the king in attendance. After the service the king went back to the royal apartments to rest while the others went to the field for the jousting tournament. Everyone watched as the knights sparred against each other with their lances. It was a thrilling sight to see the armored knights riding their horses, with their banners flying, trying to unseat their rivals. Bruce was the clear favorite and he came out unscathed, winning the king's reward. During the tournament a light lunch was provided on the great field. After the tournament everyone went to their quarters to clean up for dinner which was held in the Great Hall. The courses of food were tremendous. Dozens of cows and pigs had been slaughtered for the occasion along with multitudes of fowls and of all kinds of fish. These were served with diverse vegetables, legumes and breads. The wine and the beer flowed and everyone had a merry time. After the dinner there were various entertainments and singers and it was very late before the crowd began dispersing. Torches were provided for those who had to walk through the fields to the tents.
Edward had come up for the festivities. Because of his friendship with Roan he had been allowed to enter the Great Hall. He had even been able to eat after the others had eaten. Then he stood in the back with Roan, Richard & Caxton and watched the jesters, the jugglers and the trained animals. He had never seen a pageant so great and he enjoyed every moment. As he watched he was aware of a knight who kept looking at him. He remembered him from the tournament as one who had unseated quite a few opponents before being unseated himself. He had long brown hair and liquid brown eyes. His thick eyebrows and matching mustache contributed to his attractive appearance and he smiled easily and often. Everytime Edward looked across the room he noted that this knight was smiling directly at him. At first Edward was uneasy and kept turning away, but after awhile he began returning the looks and the smile. When it came time to go he decided to walk toward the knight, but after pushing his way through the crowd he couldn't find him.
It was late so Edward started toward home, he was glad it was a full moon because no one had provided torches for those who lived in the village. He walked with the crowd out of the courtyard and across the drawbridge, but just as he got across the bridge someone stepped out from behind a tree and grabbed his arm.
"Need protection on your way home." Edward looked up and recognized the knight who had stared at him in the Great Hall.
"Not protection, company." Edward grinned at him.
"What's your name, mine's Timothy." Timothy reached out his hand and shook Edward's.
"I'm Edward, son of Wulstan, Timothy."
"You live in the village?"
"Yes, why were you staring at me in the Great Hall?"
"I was staring at you at the tournament,too, but you didn't notice me. You're handsome, Edward, and I wanted to meet you, that's why I waited for you here."
"How did you know I was coming this way?"
"Oh, I asked about you. I knew you were Edward, son of Wulstan before I asked you, I had been told."
"Oh." Edward did not know what to say. He was attracted to this handsome knight, but he was unsure of himself, it was a new situation for him.
"Would you like to visit my tent?"
"I dunno, Timothy, I mean, I would, but my father expects me."
"I sent someone to tell him you would be staying at the castle. They were instructed to say you were with Roan."
"How could you do that? I mean, you didn't know if I wanted to stay with you."
"Do you?"
Edward looked down at the ground, he was blushing. His face had turned a fiery red, matching the red of his hair. Even in the moonlight Timothy could see him blushing.
"I didn't mean to embarass you, Edward. If you don't want to stay I can walk you home and everything is fine."
"I do, Timothy, it's just that I never expected anything like this to happen."
Timothy led Edward to his tent on the edge of the field. Edward liked the fact that it was down by the river where he and Roan used to play. It was near another tent that was already occupied - Nicolas' tent. Richard had come out to spend another night with him.
"Whose tent is that?" Edward pointed to Nicolas' tent
"My comrade-in-arms, Richard, son of John."
"Why are these two tents off be themselves?"
"Oh, we like our privacy. Lots of questions, huh?" Timothy smiled at Edward and ushered him into his tent.
Once in the tent Timothy wasted no time or words getting Edward undressed and into his arms. Then they stood, nude, kissing, caressing and exploring one another's body. Timothy's hair was brown, long and straight, falling almost to his shoulders. His broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist. His stomach was flat and he had pecs that stood out almost an inch above it. Muscled arms and legs gave the appearance of awesome strength. Timothy had no body hair, but he did have thick brown eyebrows that complimented his deep brown eyes.
Timothy pulled Edward down onto the pallet on top of him and began cupping his asscheeks. He liked the feel of Edward's melon buns and cooed into his ears as he grasped them, caressing him with his rough hands.
"I want to fuck you, Edward, I want to plant my seed in you."
"Take me, Timothy. I want you in me."
Timothy eased out from under Edward and lay him on his back. He watched as Edward lifted his legs, pulled his knees back to his chest and presented his little hole to him. Timothy had a vial of unguent which he used to lubricate himself. Just before he put his cock at Edward's manhole he bent over and kissed him, letting his tongue run across the hole. Edward moaned and Timothy kept up the attack on his slimy hole, licking and tasting with abandonment. Edward lifted his ass to give him greater access and Timothy pushed his head into the crevice as far as he could go. His tongue kept moving across the hole, back and forth, stopping to push in, taste and then return to slurping. Edward moaned over and over, alerting anyone who was around that something sensuous was occuring in this tent.
Timothy raised up, took his lubricated dick in his hand and placed it on the manhole. He pushed in, spearing Edward with one thrust of his fleshly lance. Edward cried out at the haste of the invasion, but began to relax as Timothy lay still on top of him. Timothy waited until Edward stopped wimpering and then he pulled out. Edward used his ass muscles in the way Roan had taught him and squeezed Timothy's thick staff. Now it was Timothy's turn to moan and he did.
"Oh, yes, Edward, squeeze me, yes!"
Edward began tightening and releasing the big dick that pushed in and pulled out of his narrow channel. He realized that being fucked was the thing he liked most and this big dick was causing waves of sensations to flow through his body. He held Timothy tightly and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me, harder, Timothy, harder."
Timothy responded by increasing his pace and slamming harder against the rounded ass that encased his nine inch lance. He began pulling all the way out, looking at the hole, and then slamming back in. He did this over and over and listened to Edward moan at each stroke. Suddenly he put his hand over Edward's mouth.
"Listen, shush!" Edward strained his ears and heard someone moaning as he had been. He listened carefully and knew it was a man who must have been experiencing what he was experiencing. He didn't know it then, but he was listening to Nicholas moan as Richard's hard rod was being furiously pushed into his tight ass.
Timothy resumed his slamming. He pushed against Edward's prostate, noticed his reaction and then began a series of short jabbing thrusts against the sensitive organ. Edward screamed out in his passion as the huge rod assaulted his pleasure button over and over. Timothy kept at it until Edward's cock stiffened and then began erupting with powerful blasts of semen. Timothy pulled out and made Edward turn over on all fours. He knelt behind him, pushed back in, put his hands on his shoulders to get leverage and began to plow harder and deeper. Each stroke went to the depths of the teenager's being, causing him to continually moan. In the next tent, Nicolas and Richard were now listening to them.
It went on like this in both tents for most of the night. Timothy was lost in the pleasure of Edward's hot tight ass. He fucked him on and on without let up, emptying his jism into Edward's melon shaped ass and then starting all over again. Richard humped Nicholas, then turned over and took Nicholas' thick tool and afterward, took him again. There was a bonding taking place between both couples that was to be significant in time to come
In the morning Timothy was awakened by voices outside his tent. He sat up, disturbing Edward who was asleep with his head on his chest, and listened.
"Come out, Sir Timothy, come out and reveal yourself." Timothy knew that voice so he rose up and went to the tent opening. Looking out he saw Nicholas and a young man who he remembered had been with Edward in the Great Hall.
"We want to see who shared you tent and gave you so much pleasure. You kept us up most of the night with your sounds of love." Nicholas was grinning broadly. He stare as Edward put his head in the opening.
"Oh, another handsome one from the castle." Richard smiled when he saw Edward. Roan had told him about his times with Edward at the river so he knew Timothy must have had a great time.
"Sir Nicholas, I think you owe us an apology, sir. It was you and your friend here that kept us up. We were unable to concentrate on our duties because of your noise making." Nicholas laughed and pulled Timothy out into the opening. He was naked and his cock had started to rise. Edward followed him in the same state. Both Richard and Nicholas laughed as they stared at the two who were trying to cover themselves.
"C'mon, let's go down to the river and clean off the night's grime." Nicholas led the way, taking off his garments as he went. By the time they got to the river bank all four young men were naked. They plunged into the river and swam around, playing and washing at the same time. After awhile they came up and sat on the bank, drying in the early morning sun.
"Hey, look at that!" Nicholas jumped up and pointed toward the woods. As everyone turned they saw two young men on a horse ride out of the woods and turn in their direction. The interesting thing was that the two young men were naked. When they saw the little group by the river they tried to turn back into the woods, but it was too late.
"Roan, Roan, come here." Richard and Edward both called out together.
Roan spurred his horse and rode up to the little group that had been watching he and Caxton so intently. Roan jumped down and hugged his brother and then Edward. He looked at the other two and smiled.
"Do you always ride naked, my friend." Timothy smiled at Roan.
"Only in the mornings when we ride for exercise." Roan giggled as he looked at his brother and his friends.
"Who's exercise, the horses?" Nicholas laughed as he thought about what had taken place between these two in the woods.
"One thing is certain, the reports of your beauty were not exaggerated. My, you are handsome!" Timothy looked admiringly at Roan. "And you, my young friend, are lucky to share his bed and his horse." He patted Caxton on the shoulder and laughed. Turning to Edward he looked at him and said, "You, too, have been very fortunate." Edward had told him about his experiences with Roan at the river. Roan looked at Edward and winked. Edward blushed and then smiled back.
"I think I have been the fortunate one." Roan smiled as he looked at Richard. None of them knew about his love for Richard and their times together. "Listen, it will soon be time for the ceremony making William the duke. We must be there for he will make an announcement about his realm and its rule and I think he has plans for us. Let's go, we can meet in my rooms after the ceremony to hash out who is really lucky or fortunate or what." Roan smiled as he thought about the prospects of six hot men in one room for a night, the others giggled as the thought sunk in.
"Let's go and get this over. I'm more interested in the activities in this young man's room." Nicholas turned and started back to the tent to get dressed. The little group dispersed, all going to get ready, all thinking about the evening's plans.
Father Stephen missed Roan, but he realized that his time with him was over. He had seen Roan and Caxton together and knew as he watched them looking at each other during the festivities in the Great Hall that there was a special feeling between them. He was wise enough to know that his time with Roan was a special time to prepare him for what was to come and that time was over. He was glad that he had been able to have the handsome youth share his bed and his body. He was ready to move on, but he didn't know who he was going to move with. Because he was one of the rare individuals of his time who could read and write, William had come to rely on him for help with the administrative duties of the domain. Even before the king was ready to leave Father Stephen found himself being called on to help with the various business aspects of the castle and the realm. He stayed up late and woke up early to help William have everything in order for the King's departure. On the evening before the ceremony of investiture he stayed with William long into the night. After finishing his work he took a torch and walked back to his quarters. He had moved from his little room to the more spacious quarters that had belong to Father Walter. Like Roan, he had three rooms in his quarters and he was justly proud of his ascent. As he got back to his room and fell across the bed, he heard a knock on the door. When he opened it he saw Clement, one of the cook's helpers standing with a tray of food.
"Sir, Sir William asked me to bring this to you, he says you haven't eaten this evening." Clement smiled as Stephen waved him into the room.
"That was thoughtful of him, although I'm not really hungry for food." Stephen looked at the handsome young man and smiled.
"You are hungry, though?" Clement put the tray down and turned to him. "I was told to serve you, sir."
"I'm hungry, Clement, hungry for a strong body such as yours. Can you serve me?"
"Yes, I will be honored, sir." Clement looked at Father Stephen, waiting for his next move. Stephen looked at him and took in his handsome face. He was,like Stephen, tall and thin. Instead of black hair like the priest's, his was blonde and profuse. He seemed to have hair everywhere, thick eyebrows, mustache, arms - everywhere. His face was handsome, although he had traces of smallpock scars on his cheeks. His eyes, which were a pale blue, seemed to sparkle as he laughed, which was often.
"Take off your garments, Clement, let me see you." Clement hurriedly removed his smock, his breeches and his undergarments. Stephen noted the thick mat of hair on his chest, his hairy legs and the big bush of hair surrounding his now lengthening cock. He smiled as he thought about making love to this handsome youth.
"How old are you, Clement."
"Nineteen, sir."
"Have you ever been with another man?"
"Many times, sir, it is the only love I have known."
Father Stephen smiled and wondered 'who else he had been with' but decided not to ask, at least not now. He removed his clerical vestments and walked toward Clement who opened his arms to him. Clement took Stephen's kiss and stuck his tongue into his mouth to enflame his passions. Stephen realized he was an aggressive lover and surrenedered himself to him. Clement's hands were touching Stephen in all the right places as he kissed and fondled him. Without warning, Clement released him, turned him around, pushed him against a wall, kneeling behind him. He reached up and with both hands he spread Stephen's asscheeks, looking into the hairy valley at the little hole that was hidden there. He leaned forward, stuck his tongue against the hole and began seriously washing it with his pink appendage. Stephen felt the tongue bathing his hole and moaned. He leaned his upper body against the wall and stuck his ass out further to get more of the insistent tongue. He liked the feel of Clement's hands on each of his asscheeks, holding them apart and caressing them as his tongue continued to wipe back and forth across the slimy portal. He looked around and saw Clement's head, stuck in his crevice, concentrating on the task before him. The feeling was fantastic! He cooed like a satisfied baby as Clement's tongue reached into his hot hole and wet his inner anus. After a long time, Clement stood up and leaned against Father Stephen, letting his hard cock push into the crevice his tongue had just vacated.
"Can I fuck you?" Clement whispered into Stephen's ear and then began chewing his earlobe.
"Yes, please, I want you in me." Stephen realized this kid was very hot and he wanted him very badly.
Clement spit into his hand and used his saliva to lubricate his long cock. He reached into the crevice and put his finger into the hole, opening it for the real digit. He pressed his cock against the hole and began easing it in, moving slowly because he was big and didn't want to hurt the priest. Stephen was still leaning against the wall, his head on the wall and his ass stuck out. He felt the huge cock slowly moving into his ass channel and moaned as it reached deeper and deeper. He knew that Clement was bigger than Roan but he welcomed the invasion as the huge cock finally touched bottom. He realized Clement was fully in when he leaned against him and began sucking on his earlobe again.
"I'm in, are you OK?"
"Yes, Clement, I'm fine." To show him he was fine he squeezed ass muscles, grasping the hard cock that filled his rectum.
Clement moaned and then began the rhythmic plowing that he knew would bring them both to a plateau of pleasure. His long cock moved into the slimy tunnel and pulled back out in strokes that were calculated to give Stephen the ultimate pleasure. His thrusts were repeated over and over as he humped into the tight hole. Because of their standing position and Father Stephen's height, he pumped up into him in a continuous sensuous pattern. Every so often he would pull all the way out and then plow back in, slamming his pubes against Stephen's rounded ass. He held him tightly with one arm as he chewed on his earlobes and used the other hand to stroke the priest's fleshly rod. Stephen was moving with Clement, pushing and pulling against his taut body as the big cock entered and exited his grinding ass. Clement pushed in, held his cock in place and began stirring it like a spoon. Stephen moaned at the sensation of the big dick stirring within him and used his hand to pull the young man in tighter. He loved what he was doing to him and wanted it to last as long as it could.
"Clement, fuck me, fuck me! Yeah!"
"This is just for you, Stephen, just for you! Tell me when you've had enough."
No one had ever said that to Stephen before. The way he felt at that moment he didn't know if he would ever have enough. But he also knew that the pressure of Clement's big dick and his hand stroking his hard cock was bringing him to an serious climax.
"Cummmmmmmmmmmming, Clemmmmmmmmmmmmm, yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Father Stephen shot his load against the wall in spurt after spurt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yesssssssssssss!" Clement shot his deep inside Stephen. His load was so profuse it oozed out of Stephen's tight ass and ran down his legs.
"Oh God, Clement, that was great!"
"All for you, Father Stephen, all for you. I just wanted to please you. Did I do all right?" Clement looked into Stephen's eyes waiting for his response.
"All right? You were better than all right, Clement. You were awesome!" Stephen pulled him to him and kissed him gently on the cheek. "You will stay with me tonight, yes?"
"Oh, yes, sir, I would love that."
Clement stayed that night. Stephen ate the food that he brought and then lay down on his back, with his long legs draped over Clement's shoulders and took his big dick again. Clement leaned on him and fucked him until they both came with cries of joys. After that night Clement left the kitchen and became Father Stephen's personal assistant.
The ceremony of investiture took place at the cathedral. The Bishop, assisted by Father Stephen, led the mass of celebration. Then, the King read a proclamation recognizing William's hereditary right to the domain of Farnham. After that he took the ducal crown and placed it on William's head declaring him to the eighth duke of Farnham, Earl of Cheshire, etc. At that the assembled gathering broke into sustained applause as William rose to face them, blushing at the attention and trying to look very serious. Bruce was given the place of honor and behind him sat the six: Roan, Caxton, Richard, Nicholas, Timothy and Edward. They had been given a place of honor by William in recognition of his special plans for them. All except Nicholas and Timothy, were overawed at the attention they received and the honor that was given them. They realized they were just peasant lads who had no claim to any honor or position of importance; but they also realized that William had plans for them.
After the cathedral ceremony everyone marched back to the castle and assembled in the Great Hall for a royal feast. As before, the food was prepared and served in heaps. There were meats of all kinds, sauces, vegetables, grains, and many different kinds of sweets. There was an ample supply of beer and wine which servants kept pouring as soon as they saw an empty goblet. At the height of the meal William stood on the dais and called for everyone's attention.
"To his royal highness, Henry, King of England, to the Bishop and all the invited guests. I am honored that you have come to my investiture. I will be short. As the Duke of Farnham, Earl of Cheshire I will rule this domain as a fief from God and the King. I will serve my ruler and be his knight whenever he needs me. As the Duke I appoint Bruce as my captain. He will establish in my name a band of knights who will serve me and thus our King. This band of Knights, some of whom you see here, will be the Knights of the Rod. We pledge ourselves to protect the honor and realm of the king, the honor and realm of this domain and all who need our relief. We pledge ourselves to love each other and support each other to the limit of our being. I also invite all young men everywhere to join this band of men who have pledged themselves to support, honor and love each other under the banner of the Rod. All of this has been spoken of to the King and he supports us in this endeavor."
William bowed and sat down. The assembled crowd broke into applause and many came to congratulate him on his accession to the throne. The festivities lasted far into the night as many came and went, enjoying the food and the drink.
Sometime in the evening, soon after William's speech, Roan and Caxton left the feast and went to their chambers. Shortly afterward, Richard and Nicholas also left, followed by Edward and Timothy. All six reassembled in Roan's suite of rooms. For a while they lounged around, talking, playing and making merry. No one remembers who started it but soon they were touching, pulling and grappling with each other. That turned to kissing and caressing and then undressing. In no time, six young horny men were standing together, naked, dicks hard and dripping and passions enflamed.
The floor, the bed, the tables, the anteroom, the guest room, the bedroom - every part of the Roan's suite was used by these six young men as they tasted the joys of mansex throughout the night. In other parts of the castle and in the tents in the fields similar activities were taking place, but none as sensuous or as hot as what took place in that room that night.
Nicholas lay Roan on his back across a table and plowed his shapely ass until he filled it with his hot white jism. As Roan looked around he saw Richard standing behind Edward, humping him while stroking his long cock at the same time. When he looked the other way he saw Timothy laying on his back on the bed with fourteen year old Caxton thrusting into him. Then Roan plowed Nicholas as Edward stuffed his tool into Caxton while Richard was concentrating on invading Timothy's hungry hole. Finally the four watched as Richard made passionate love to his brother, Roan. The sight of the two brothers making love was so hot and erotic it turned the others on and Caxton and Timothy got into a 69 position while Nicholas and Edward did the same. All of them came for a third time in a swirl of moans, cries and spent jism.
The King left the next day at noon after a farewell mass in the castle chapel and another feast in the Great Hall. His entire retinue lined up in the courtyard, bade farewell to the new Duke and his retainers and began their journey back to London. All of the castle inhabitants watched until they disappeared over the hill and could not be seen any longer. Then the clean up began. Many of the peasants came up from the villages to help put everything back in place. It took three days to take down the tents, clean up the courtyard and the Great Hall, and to return everything to normalcy. William fed the workers from the food that was left over from the King's visit and gave each worker a sovereign for their help.
Among his initial duties were to sign the papers freeing Roan and his family, as well as Edward and Caxton. He released them to Bruce who began the serious training for knighthood. For the six, but especially for Roan, Caxton and Edward, it was a period of strenuous work and development. They were introduced to the art of medieval war and knighthood. They learned to use various weapons: lance, axe, mace, hatchet, sword and dagger. They became accomplished riders and jousters; fierce fighters who could hold their own against any soldiers. It took Bruce almost two years but in the end they became Knights of the Rod and were ready to defend their Duke in any encounter.
Other young men came to join this band of warriors so that Bruce soon had a small army of tough, capable men. They were also trained in the art of war and taught to support each other fiercely and faithfully. At the end of the training there was a solemn ceremony of knighthood and bonding that took place in the Great Hall. Each young man was given a sword, a page and a horse. Then they recited the oath of allegiance that Father Stephen had written especially for them. Each soldier held his two rods: his lance and his hard cock and pledged fealty to the King, to William and to each other. They were now bound together for life and pledged to support and love each other as only Knights of the Rod can do.