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Squires of Telisan Keep - 6
RYNIL
Rynil woke shortly after dawn with Sir Alek spooned against his back. Doing his best not to wake the Knight, he slid quietly out of bed and started collecting his clothes from where they had been discarded. As he finished dressing and was heading for the door, Alek called from the bed, "Rynil, I don't plan on choosing my own Squire until the summer after next, when Karl comes of age, so if you ever need any more `instruction' or want to practice what you've learned, I'm at your disposal. Also if you can ever help Karl get some free time to visit me, I would really appreciate it." Rynil thanked Sir Alek, gave a small bow and headed to find Sir Luken's suite.
Sir Luken's suite was in the western wing of the `new' addition to the original keep. One of the castle servants was able to give Rynil directions. He soon found the door and quietly entered. As one of the more senior ranking Knights, Sir Luken had one of the larger living quarters. It consisted of three rooms, a parlor and two bedrooms off the parlor, one for Sir Luken and another for his charges. Rynil entered the parlor and got his bearings. There was a small table with two chairs in one corner, a fireplace opposite the door to the hall, a small couch and a large padded chair facing the fire, and a door on each of the other two walls. He could hear snoring coming from a room on the right and assumed that must be Sir Luken, so he went to the room on the left. Inside was a medium sized bed, big for one person but a little small for two, several chests, a small armoire, and a small bedside table with a pitcher and a night basin on it. Sitting on the floor by one of the chests was Karl, Sir Luken's Page. He had Rynil's bags next to him and he was unpacking them and transferring their contents into one of the chests.
Karl was ten years old and been Sir Lucen's Page for the past two years. He noticed Rynil in the doorway after a moment and leapt to his feet to stand at attention. "Greetings Squire Rynil. Sir Alred had your bags sent over. I've unpacked most of your things and put them in your chest. I also had a couple new pairs of hose sent up for you as well as your new squire tunics," said the Page, searching Rynil's face for any sign of approval or disapproval.
Rynil kept his face neutral so as to keep the boy in suspense. He walked in and made a show of inspecting the room and then looked over the Page he would be working with for the next couple of years. He was an inch or so shorter than average for his age and still had a small layer of baby fat. His features were typical for a noble boy from the Telisan region, light brown hair and brown eyes. He was already dressed in his Page's uniform, light blue hose, a dark green tunic embroidered with Sir Lucen's coat of arms, and soft leather boots. His hair was cut short and he appeared to have made some effort this morning to wet it down and neaten it up. "Thank you Page Karl. You have done well. When does Sir Luken usually wake?"
"He would usually be waking up about now but he did not get in till late, since he did not wake when the wench left a few minutes ago, I think he will sleep for another hour or two," replied Karl.
"Perfect, I am going to go visit the baths, finish unpacking my things then bring one of my squire outfits down to the baths, and fetch back these clothes," said Rynil.
After his bath, Rynil returned to the room and the two boys readied the suite for Sir Luken. While they waited for him to wake up, Karl filled Rynil in how things generally operated and what tasks Rynil would be expected to do and the ones that would be taken care of by him. Sir Luken awoke about a half hour later. Sir Luken then gave them their orders for the day and what tasks that they were to do in addition to their regular training and work duties. As he dismissed them he told Rynil to stay behind for a moment.
Once Karl had left Sir Luken walked over and stood in front of Rynil, scowling at him. Sir Luken towered over his twelve year old squire. Sir Luken was 6'2", barrel-chested with thick muscular arms and legs. He had dark brown hair and a full beard that was streaked with grey. "Your little stunt at the tournament yesterday has not wise. Sir Galreth was not pleased with you questioning his authority like that. I suggest you not do anything else to anger him and go out of your way to try to make amends for your insolence."
"Sir, there was no reason to continue beating on the peasant boy. I couldn't keep hurting him for Sir Galreth's and the crowd's amusement. If he was not going to fulfill his duty as Lord's Champion to stop the fight, I had to take the honorable course of action and offer a draw," said Rynil, defending his actions during the prior day's events.
"IT IS NOT YOUR PLACE TO QUESTION YOUR SUPERIORS!" shouted Sir Luken at his squire. "Sir Alred in his weakened state has obviously failed to instill the proper respect for authority in you. You will obey and not question a Knight; do you understand me, boy?"
"Sir, yes Sir!" replied Rynil doing his best to not let his anger rise to match Sir Luken's.
"That's better, now get yourself down to the yard for your training," commanded Sir Luken.
The first few days as a Squire were tough on Rynil, as well as the other new squires. The Knights responsible for their training worked them extra hard, to set the tone of what was expected of them. No longer were they considered little boys like they had been when they were Pages. They had taken their next step towards being Knights and there was no doubt about the physical demands that would be required of them. Lots of drills in heavy armor, riding drills, weapons practice, and when they were not in martial training they were required to do physical labor around the castle.
The tasks they were assigned depended on their rank. Their rank was determined by how many years they had been a squire, then by where they had finished at the last tournament compared to their age mates. Sir Galreth, the Lord's Champion, had decided that Rynil would be ranked second to lowest amongst his class, with the lowest ranked Squire being Mikel. Traditionally the two lowest ranked squires had the task of cleaning the latrines throughout the keep. When Rynil reported to the Chamberlin's office to be assigned his castle duty, the Chamberlin had informed him that he would be cleaning the latrines by himself since no one had yet seen Sir Valen to inform him that Squire Mikel needed to report to the Chamberlin's office for his work assignment. So Rynil would have to do the work of two.
Fortunately after his initial dressing down of Rynil, Sir Luken had largely left him alone. He would review Rynil's weapon training with him in the evening, adding anything felt necessary, but other than that had little need for his Squire or Page. This left Rynil spending most of his evening hours in his room with Karl. Both the pages and the squires were given books on various subjects, primarily histories of the Kingdom of Selarn, the surrounding kingdoms, military strategy, and geography, to study. From the very first night, Rynil discovered that Karl was very affectionate and preferred to fall asleep with Rynil's arms wrapped around him spooning. Rynil chuckled quietly to himself when he realized it was exactly the position he had awoken in when he had spent the night with Sir Alek, who had until recently shared this very same bed with Karl for two years.
The first few nights the increased physical effort required of Rynil as a Squire compared to his duties caring for Sir Alred left Rynil so exhausted that he was asleep almost immediately after getting into bed and cuddling up against Karl. But after starting to get used to his new schedule, his body was adapting. So on the fourth night as he was lying next to Karl he did not immediately fall asleep, in fact the arm that was underneath the smaller boy was starting to hurt, and he wondered how he could have possibly fallen asleep in this position previously. As he was trying to determine how he should extricate his arm from its predicament, he felt Karl start to wiggle his butt up against him. Within a couple seconds Rynil's cock hardened, pressing up against Karl's gyrating ass.
Feeling Rynil finally harden from his not so subtle hint, Karl wasted no time in reach down between his legs and pulling Rynil's now hard cock through his legs, trapping it between his thighs. Instinct took over and Rynil began thrusting his uncut cock between the page's smooth legs, rubbing against the base of boy's crotch. Wanting to make everything just right, Karl next reached back and grabbed Rynil's hand and placed it on his hard boy cocklet. Rynil explored the boy's hairless cock and balls with his hand for a moment before gripping the small cock between two fingers and his thumb. Then he proceeded to jack the now moaning boy in time with his own thrusting.
After just a few minutes of this, Rynil's breath quickened and his balls tightened as he was getting close to coming. Karl recognized the signs of his approaching orgasm, quickly rolled over and crawled under the thin summer blanket so he could take Rynil into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the head of older boys cock and ran the fingers of his small hand through the light dusting of blonde pubic hear at its base. Rynil, his eyes tightly shut, thrust quickly in and out of Karl's mouth. As he reached orgasm and shot into the Page's mouth, the imagine in his mind was of Mikel with his lips wrapped around him.
Karl sucked down the small amount of cum and gently cleaned the boy's cock in his mouth. As the older boy recovered from his orgasm, Karl crawled back up and snuggled against him. "Did you like that?' he asked naively.
Rynil had to struggle from laughing so loud that he woke the castle at the boy's question. "Yes, I liked that a lot. Here let me show you my appreciation." With that he rolled Karl over on to his back and proceeded to lick, suck and jack the boy's cock until Karl thrashed violently on the bed in an intense dry orgasm. Afterwards the two embraced and kissed.
"Rynil, I'm glad you are Sir Luken's new Squire, I like you," declared Karl as the two boys resumed their original position, finally ready to go to sleep.