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Squires of Telisan Keep - 4
RYNIL
Rynil took off his tunic and stepped into the fighting circle when the Page announced his name. He looked over at Mikel as the peasant boy was announced. Rynil could not get the image from the dream of Mikel's limp body out of his head. As he watched the boy enter an idea came to him, perhaps if he could show the boy that he was unworthy of being a Squire, it would prevent the vision of the dream from coming true.
When the Lord's Champion gave the signal to begin Rynil went right after the weaker boy. He threw a few punches which Mikel blocked with his arms. Seeing that the untrained Mikel was simply reacting to his first move, he started making fakes and then landing some solid blows. One of those blows to the head staggered Mikel and Rynil pressed the advantage, instinct taking over. He rained blows down on the smaller boy. When he sent Mikel sprawling to the ground he noticed how badly he had beaten the boy. Regret at what he had done and hope that it might convince the boy to not be a Squire mixed in his mind, he shouted at him, "Concede you coward! You shouldn't be a Squire."
Mikel got angry and yelled back, "I'm not a coward!" The bloodied boy got to his feet and rushed at him. Rynil was caught off guard for a second by the boy's reaction and stepped back. But Mikel was too slow to land a blow and Rynil sent him back to the ground with a quick hook to the side of the head. Over and over again he knocked the boy down hoping he would stay down. Finally as he waited for Mikel to regain his feet, he turned to look at the Lord's Champion, to see if he was signaling for the fight to end since it was obvious that Mikel was in no condition to continue.
What he saw appalled him. Rather than stopping the fight the Lord's Champion was laughing, clearly enjoying seeing the peasant boy get beaten to within an inch of his life. The sight of the man, whose responsibility it was to make sure none of the boys let their pride or honor result injury, laughing at Mikel's misery infuriated Rynil. He forgot his place and screamed at the Knight, "If you won't end this I will!" He turned back towards Mikel and saw that the boy had regained his feet. The look on Mikel's face as he braced for another blow was like a dagger to Rynil's heart, his previous hope that Mikel would give up and not wish to be a Knight forgotten. "I wish to declare our match a draw, will you agree?" he asked. He could see from Mikel's reaction that the boy had not understood what he said, so he repeated himself until a bit of comprehension returned to Mikel's face. The peasant boy croaked out a "yes" as he started to topple to the ground. Rynil reached out and caught him before he hit the ground yet again.
One of the guardsmen rushed over and offered to take the unconscious boy from him. "No, I've got him," said Rynil as he carried Mikel from the field. When he got to the healing tent a young priest to The Warrior waved him inside and had him lay Mikel down on a straw pad. The priest said a few prayers over the boy's injured body and Rynil saw the flow of blood from Mikel's nose stop and his cuts mend.
"Do not worry young warrior, he will live and make a full recovery. He needs a few hours rest. If you wish you can stay," said the priest as he started cleaning Mikel's wounds and checking his limbs for injuries. Rynil looked down at the boy lying unconscious at his feet and the world around him disappeared into darkness. He could feel the glowing sword in his hand. He shook his head to clear the vision from his mind and fled from the tent.
For Rynil, the rest of the day passed in a blur as he spent the time before the choosing ceremony back at the castle preparing Sir Alred's room for his departure and the arrival of a new Page. Fortunately the elderly Knight was sleeping so he did not force Rynil to tell him what was troubling him.
In the afternoon, at the choosing ceremony, Rynil was selected by Sir Luken, a tough strong Knight with a reputation as one of the best warriors at the castle. For a moment Rynil thought that perhaps his nightmare would come to an end as no Knight came forward to chose Mikel. When the wizard stepped forward and picked Mikel as his Squire, guilt swept over Rynil, he had beaten the boy so severely and it had all been for nothing.
That evening as the Pages, Squires, and Knights feasted in celebration, honoring the King and the Gods, Rynil grabbed a plate of food and retreated to the castle. He made his way to Sir Alred's room and spent his last evening with the man that had been his mentor for four years. While many of the other Pages would have considered him a burden, to Rynil it had always been an honor to serve a Knight who had given so much for the Kingdom. He eating quietly for a few minutes before he told Sir Alred of the day's events, leaving nothing out.
"Do not be so hard on yourself Rynil, a dream like the one you have been having will do things to a man's mind, even to the best of men. If I could take this burden from you I would. You only did what you did because you were trying to protect the boy and yourself. I cannot say I would have done it any different," said Sir Alred, trying to provide what comfort he could.
The words of the elderly Knight helped Rynil but he could sense that there was more that he was not telling him. Just as he was about to question the Knight about it, Sir Alred cut him off, "Now your service to me is over. You are a Squire, and not even my Squire at that. You must look to your new duties and your new Knight. Go find Sir Luken's old Squire, by now he should be in the Great Hall with the other new Knights, ask him if he can give you any advice in tending to Sir Luken." It was clearly a dismissal so Rynil leaned down and hugged Sir Alred saying goodbye and went to do as the Knight suggested.
Rynil found Sir Alek in the great hall drinking and laughing with several other of the freshly Knighted young men, just as Sir Alred had predicted. Sir Alek had turned sixteen a couple months before King's Day but was only a couple inches taller than Rynil. He probably outweighed him by a good twenty pounds of muscle though. The young man, while not pretty had handsome features that were marred only by a nose that had been broken too many times for even the priests to realign perfectly. He wore his brown hair in the shoulder length style common of the noble youths and had the beginnings of a beard sprouting from his chin and upper lip but it had yet to spread to his cheeks. Rynil raised his hand in greeting, "Sir Alek, congratulations on your Knighthood, if you don't mind could I talk with you for a bit?"
"Rynil! Good to see you," responded the slightly intoxicated Knightling. He pulled Rynil into a hug and waved over one of the serving wenches so that Rynil could get a mug of beer. "That was some fight today! I'd avoid Sir Galreth for a few days if I were you, I don't think he took kindly to being shown up by a Squire like that. That took guts but you did the right thing, I think even he will realize that soon so it probably won't harm you much in the long run. What brings you here?"
"Um, Sir Alred said that I should ask if you had any advice for working for Sir Luken. He chose me as his Squire, although after what happened I almost feared that no one would pick me."
The young Knight laughed, "no worries there, your father and Sir Luken met last month when Sir Luken was up north dealing with some bandits. Your father was at Lord Petris' estate which was a day's travel away, so Sir Luken stopped by after killing the bandits. Your father fears that your time caring for Sir Alred has made you soft and your martial training might be lacking. He asked Sir Luken to take you as a Squire. In exchange your younger brother is going to marry Sir Luken's daughter when they are of age. Pretty standard arrangement, most choosings are decided well in advance. I think my father gave Sir Luken a score of cattle in order to chose me." Rynil was a bit shocked at all this, not having realized that the choosings were pre-determined.
"But you want to know about Sir Luken right? He is one of the strongest and toughest son of bitches at the castle. Great fighter, take advantage of any weapons and fighting training he provides, there is none better. As a teacher he is great, as a person, well he is lacking. Mean bastard, especially if he has been drinking. Best to make yourself scarce when he's had too much."
Rynil frowned and couldn't hide his trepidation from Sir Alek. "What about the special duties?"
Alek smiled, put his arm around the boy and pulled him close so he could whisper in his ear, "You'll be spared that for the most part, Sir Luken is usually busy getting his relief from the maids and other available girls around the castle. But again, when he's had too much most of them know to avoid him so he if finds you in that state he'll want...release. Problem is he usually has had too much to perform well and if he can't get off, he'll blame you. But in my time with him I learned how best to service him when he's like that so that he can get off without me getting a beating, at least for that. If you would like I could show you?" Rynil blushed at the Knight's invitation but nodded in the affirmative.
Moments later the two were in Alek's small room. It was obvious that the young Knight had just moved in for his bags were lying on the floor still packed and a suit of armor piled haphazardly in the corner. Alek saw Rynil's quizzical look at the state of the room, "I just chose a Page today, Telgan's his name I think, he won't start till tomorrow, figure I might as well have something for him to do. Now about your 'duties'." Alek pushed Rynil towards the bed and sent the younger boy sprawling onto his back. "If Sir Luken is drunk and hasn't gotten with one of the maids, he will want you to suck him off, he won't ask for it, he will just grab your head and shove it into his crotch. He likes to be rough. That is what will get him hard, if you whimper a bit and look scared, so much the better. The problem is that the drink interferes with his ability to finish. But after a few minutes if he is hard you can get him there if you pull on his sack and squeeze it. Start slow and let it build." While describing how to service Sir Luken, Alek was standing at the side of the bed, disrobing as he looked down at Rynil. Once he was naked he crawled onto the bed next to Rynil and started stripping the docile blonde boy. "I imagine Sir Alred didn't require much in the way of 'special duties', let me show you what you've missed."
After pulling Rynil's tunic off over his head, Alek grabbed the boy's head in his hands and kissed him passionately, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Rynil could feel the Knight's hard cock pressing against his hip and reached down with his hand to stroke it as their tongues dueled. Alek broke off the kiss, "Sir Luken won't be interested in the kissing, so go straight for his manhood."
Alek put the words into action moving down Rynil's body and pulling his hose and undergarment down freeing the boys hard cock. "Um, you have a nice one Rynil." Alek took Rynil into his mouth and started licking and running his tongue all around the head. He wrapped his had around the base and started jacking the shaft as he suckled the top.
In just a few moments he could feel Rynil's balls tightening and hear the boy's breath quickening, so he pulled off, "Obviously you don't share Sir Luken's troubles. But here is the trick to getting him to this point." Alek took his other hand and wrapped it around Rynil's balls. He pulled gently on them and gave a soft squeeze, "like this only harder." The Knight then resumed sucking on the head of the boy's cock and running his tongue between the tip and the foreskin while gently squeezing and tugging on his balls. Soon Rynil groaned and shot a small amount of watery boy cum into Alek's eager mouth. As Rynil recovered from his orgasm, Alek climbed back up the bed to lie next to him. He grabbed Rynil's head and brought the boy into a kiss.
Alek broke off the kiss and said with a smile, "Okay, now your turn to practice." Rynil eagerly crawled down and took Alek's thick cock into his mouth. Rynil had played around with several of the other Pages before so he was not unfamiliar with sucking a cock, although he had never sucked one as big before. Its girth stretched his mouth and his jaw was soon aching. The whole time Alek was giving him directions, "Use your hand more on the shaft", "get it wetter". Then after enjoying the boy's mouth for a bit he moved on to the important part. "Okay now grab my balls, pull and squeeze," Rynil did as instructed but did not squeeze hard, fearing to hurt the young Knight. But Alek was interested in more than just his own enjoyment and pushed the boy onward, "no harder, squeeze harder."
Rynil obeyed even though it was obvious that Alek was in some pain and starting to lose his erection. "There, that's about how hard you need to do it." Alek instructed. His lesson over, Rynil resumed tenderly caressing and sucking on Alek's cock, softly kissing and stroking it as if to apologize. Soon it was back to full hardness and it did not take much longer for Alek to pump a half dozen thick shots of cum down Rynil's throat.