==please go if you are under 18. Please go if you are part of the blue nose morality. Please stay and tarry with these knights of old and bold.
Sir John, of impressive name (youngest son of the Duke of Glenery) is still young, being only 22 years of age. Companion to his great ancestry is his own presence. John is tall for this age, being five feet seven inches tall, while his fellow knights average 5' 4". Not only is his stature important, but also his appearance...and redolence are powerful, beautiful, and compelling.
John possesses a naturally tan complexion, partly aided by his out door life of constantly gaining new skills in joisting, dagger thrust, fencing all performed in full armour when required. His noble face, graced by a natural beard of soft black hairs, outlines his sensuous mouth. When his curing and plumb lips break into a smile, he exhibits large, straight, gleaming white teeth. His smell, ah yes, no one mentions it, but all are in swoon over it. It is compounded of raw iron and field herbs. So compelling is it that when he passes some ladies they swoon, and some men feel an embarrassing pressure in their codpieces.
Sir John has had an equerry for three years, since the beginning of his training, a servant lent by his father. Sadly, this venerable valet died this Friday, a week. John has had to wash himself and prepare his clothes for the day; worse, his supply of clean attire is fast disappearing in a heap of soiled clothes. Training produces heavy sweat, and John is the best of sweaters, his muscular frame drips with his own water.
John was accustomed to bathing on the first Saturday of the month. His fellows in arms scoffed at his ritual that appeared to them as unnecessary and cause fevers and sneezes, but John persisted. No bath last Saturday. He decided to post a message in the town center.
Noble knight requires a body servant
Enquire to the Royal Field house.
There were several men who appeared to seek the employment. None were suitable as they were either too rough or not of good health. John wanted no toothless, pimply plague-like men to touch him. But then, Tobias timidly walked up to John's room early one morning. John was deeply asleep, but he his warrior's caution woke him up with a start to see a boy gazing down on him, his lips slightly parted and his face flushed with apparent childish lust.
Tobias seeing the sleeping god was immediately struck with his manliness and power. John's celebrated fragrance wafted to Tobias' nose and he felt his head swimming in a near faint.
John leapt up and stood naked beside his bed, and grabbed a nearby saber. "Assassin, stand away before I slice you into seven pieces."
Tobias trembled, fearing for his life. "Sir, I am here to plead for the privilege of serving you body. I mean, being your body servant."
John relaxed, scratched his generous ball sac and laughed long and hard. "I am truly a fool. How could such a pretty fellow be an assassin? Are you one of those girlish boys?" John regarded the singular beauty of the boy with golden curls and turquoise colored eyes. His alabaster skin glowed with health. At the questi0n, his puffy lips pouted and his face clouded.
"I am innocent of love or lust with either girl or boy, so I know not how to respond. But I have nowhere to go as my grandfather died and our house has been burned and I am strong and can do whatever you require."
"Slower boy, your words come to fast. How old are you?"
"I believe I have been on Earth for seventeen summers."
"And winters?"
The boy looked confused and John laughed a long and loud bleat. Then John's sweet nature rose. "Are you hungry lad?"
"Yes, I haven't eaten for two days."
"Then look in the corner, there's still some ale and the remains of a good joint of beef. Eat and then, you are just in time to aid my Saturday bath.
Tobias tried to eat daintily the way his mum had taught him, but his ravenous hunger made him forget, and he quaffed the ale and munched the meat with gusto. Poor Tobias had never drank spirits before and he found that he was light headed and a little giddy, but happy that his lord was going to hire him.
John was back asleep, the front of his make body exposed to Tobias. The knight's prong was in a state of excitement, standing up like a lance and jumping with the beat of his heart. Tobias's hand trembled as he longed to grasp the weapon of flesh, but the knight awoke, smiled, shook his cock into quietude. "'Tis time for the bath. Mind you miss nothing."
Tobias took a pale and filled the marble tub. He was about to add perfumed oils. "No, no, me own perfume is all I need. Perfumes are for ladies and girlish men." He sank slowly into the tepid water. The glorious man was so dirty that immediately dusty rime rose to the surface. Tobias figured that he would need to change the water several times to produce a really clean master. He got aloe leaves wet and began on the knight's study, hairy, muscular legs. They were like tree trunks to Tobias. He scrubbed the dirty ankles and each toe separate. He noted that he would have to reduce the length of the long to nails. Next he washed the heavy dark straight hair. He also thought that the hair must be cut into a better style afterward. The noble face came next. He noticed that the man's teeth needed attention, although they were of excellent shape and he had all of his teeth. Tobias rubbed a wet bark over them and they began to shine. While doing that, he noticed the large shiny pink tongue. Just seeing it made his cocklet rise with lust.
"Sir, may you lift your arm?"
Immediately the boy was overcome with the strength of the odor, but he thrilled to the copious and riotous hair that grew in the secret place in the armpit. It's vigor matched the black hair that grew above the nobles dark pink sex organ and spread like a river across his belly all the way to his thighs. He bathed the might chest. The knight breathed aloud as the dainty boy passed over the brown/pink tits and the areola crinkled up and the nub pushed out into an erection. The old man was just perfunctory, never as diligent or gentle and caring, yet thorough. "May you sit on your knees, sir as I wash your hind parts?"
John rose up and knelt, his prong still standing out. Tobias parted the muscular arse cheeks and washed them, then between them, and finally back and forth across the crinkly hole circled with crisp hair swirling about it. John moaned slightly. Tobias noted that his lord liked that portion of his body to have attention. Finally, the cock and balls were bathed and soaked, the foreskin retracted and the underside of the balls cleansed. John, without realizing it, was thrusting his body, perhaps to get more feeling from the boy's hands.
"Tobias, may I call you Toby?" The boy answered in the affirmative. "Toby my prick is very stiff and needy. I have no lady on hand to relieve me so you must. Now begin a lively polishing of my flesh lance."
Toby grasped the fine tool and began a soft, gentle stroking. The knight called out in annoyance. "No you fool, grasp it tighter and stroke it harder."
Toby obeyed gladly. In a moment the proud, dignified, young fighter was reduced to a mewing needy lustful state. He cried out in passion and his mighty hips thrust back and forth. Suddenly he bellowed, "The milk is coming," and the hole in front parted and streams of milky cum jetted out, some landing on Toby's chest. He rubbed it reverently. At last the knight quieted down, a little surprised by his own loss of control. "Get me out and into clothes."
Toby helped him into his rich velvet weekend attire. He fastened the crotch and laced the leather thongs around the hair calves. Finally John regarded himself in a polished disk. "I hope I am not too clean and therefore rejected by the ladies. You may have been too thorough."
Toby remained mute, thinking it best not to reply. At that moment, Sir John took hold of Toby's shoulder and held him away from him to observe him. "No, no, that won't do for the squire of Sir John to be dressed in such peasant clothes. We must immediately go to my tailor and have a suitable costume made.
Now Sir John's tailor, Bumberby had sewn the clothes for his father as well as John. Tad Bumberly was about forty years old, fat and jolly and given to young boys. Of course, John was ignorant of such caprices, being an aggressive lover whenever he felt the when the gay tailor took one look at the charming and beautiful Toby, his mouth watered, dreaming of stripping the boy naked and measuring him carefully. Besides that, the creation of a superb Squires outfit challenged his creativity. "Sir John, might you wait in the library. There is a cold tankard of ale and ground savory meat there. I will hastily measure the boy and do some quick drawings on slate and obtain your opinion.
When Sir John left the room, Bumberly's manner changed. "Lad," coaxed and minced, "Do remove those very ordinary handmade sacks you are wearing."
"Me Mum made them."
"I can tell. Oh my, you have an excellent body. So sleek, so smooth, may I touch your breast, I mean chest."
Toby shrugged. This was an odd gentleman, but he was pleased to be receiving new clothes. The fat man stroked Toby"s chest, Toby murmured in approval. "Yes you varlet, you kitten, you like that. All the precious boys like Mr. B's talented hand. Now you are wearing some sort of rag or swaddling around your bottom. I don't know why, but remove it immediately.
The swaddling was slightly wet. Apparently Toby had pissed it. Then Bumberby, with his years of experience with all sorts of boys, realized it The dear Toby was a swaddling pisser. This aberration caused, no doubt, to the early loss of his mother to coddle him. He yearned for attention, and cleaning up of his swaddle. This was a turn of events. Our loud he exclaimed, "No worry boy, your secret is safe with me. I will make you a dozen of the softest swaddles for you to use. Perhaps you can inveigle His lordship to aid you. If not, come to me any time of day or night, even if your swaddle is full of shit."
Sir John was very anxious to have the squires clothes ready quickly and he doubled the usual price. Finally the day came. Bumberly begged John to wait so the boy could be fully dressed in the new garments. At last Bumberly threw open the hanging and out stepped Toby resplendent in Mr. B's creation. He was wearing a skirt of turquoise cotton, each panel edged with gold threads, his handsome legs left care except for the straps of leather thongs with golden buckles. He was shirtless, but Mr. B had fashioned a large square of white silk, edged in turquoise and gold that partially covered his boyish chest. He had left sufficient room in the skirt to cover and hide the new swaddlings. Tube purred with pleasure.
Sir John gasped.when the boy was revealed. "He looks, looks, looks admirable. Very nice Mr. B. send the bill to the Duke, my father."
Bumberly bowed them out all the way to the door. This was going to be a nice sale.
As the two young men walked along the Rialto, the crowd separated to let them through, some gasping in admiration of the tall warrior and the handsome, breathtaking boy.
They both swelled with pleasure at the reception they received. When they got back to John's luxurious quarters, John tenderly slipped the boy's new clothes off and embraced him. "What's this? He asked, seeing the wrapped clothes around his bum and up around his penis and then tied at the waist.
"Your honor, I wear them to avoid staining my new clothes."
"Why, can't you control your piss and your shittin'?"
"I can, but I find pleasure in not controlling it."
There was a long pause, then John's face lit up. "Ah, now I know. I have heard of your type. You want to visit your babyhood, to get cleaned up and swaddled. It is sex to you. Am I correct?"
Toby answered in a small voice. "Yes your honor, that is true and at this moment I am, ugh...um...um, pissing in my cloths."
John put his hand on the boy's warm face, "Yes sweet, have your piss, then I will clean you up."
Toby continued to wet the cloths until he grunted that he was done. John took the swaddlings off and threw them aside and proceeded to wipe the boys pubic area and bum dry and clean. He signed when he saw the perfect mounts of the arse, so pure and unblemished. "I think you have hind quarters to rival any painting in the palace. I long to enter you pink hole and slide my prong in and out for my pleasure...yours too I wager. Shall I begin?"
He petted the smooth cheeks of the boy's arse over and over and soon Toby began to breathe heavily. John slid his hand into the hairless crack and stroked the pink hole. Soon Toby was moaning softly. "Me thinks the young boy is waiting for my sex to enter him."
Suddenly Toby began to cry, long sobs, his eyes almost squirted tears. "What's wrong my honey boy? Tell me."
Between sobs Toby explained, "I am so afraid. I have never done anything like that. I don't see, sir, how your big prick can enter me."
"I assure you I have fucked many a lad, and damsel as well and I always get it in."
"Could I just try inserting my small cock in your hole just to find out if it can be done?"
"What!" he shouted, a noble is never fucked. You are risking death by merely making such a suggestion." He quieted down, then thought it over. He also thought of that arse, an arse more beautiful than any lass he had seen. He had to have it, even if he must take this momentary side road.
"All right, I'll get on my elbows and push my arse into the air and you may just enter for a moment and with only the very tip of your pretty rod."
Toby grinned in satisfaction as the handsome knight assumed the position to be fucked, his muscular hairy ass in the air. Toby put his hands on the waist of the compliant noble and squeezed. A long sigh escaped John's lips without his realizing it. Toby stroked the crinkled flesh around the noble asshole. John moaned louder. "I hope your lordship enjoys my little stimulation."
John's ass was wiggling in pleasure and Toby could see that the ring around his hole was pulsing, almost kissing the air in anticipation of being impaled. Toby put the smooth, now leaking head of his penis inside the welcoming arse hole. He kept still. To his amusement the big heavy ass moved back toward him. "Oh sir, I am having difficulty keeping only the head in if you move back like that. Oh, I am entering you deeper. Please forgive my impertinence."
Now young Sir John had never been fucked himself. Secretly he had thought about it and some nights he had made his cock to shoot sticky milk whilst conjuring up images of himself in the position he now found himself. His resolve and self control were fast fading away as his brain began to whirl and complex thought were pushed away toward base animal pleasure. He now grunted out to Toby, "Do not ask questions. Push your delicious prong deeper into my fundamentals. Now, or I will rise up and kill you."
Toby laughed merrily at the change in his master. He pushed his prick all the way into the steaming hole until his blond curly pubes were mingled with John's black hairy ass. "John let out a long bleating note of pleasure . "Now boy, fuck me with all your strength, bring me to heaven."
Toby stopped smiling, the power of the moment was fast enveloping him in a sexual hazy. His young loins pistoned forward and backward with great speed. His cock rubbed against Sir John's hot button inside his arse and the noble crowed with excitement and mad pleasure. Sweat poured down his back and his personal odor overcame the fucking boy. He newled and crooned like a baby at the breast.
Meanwhile John knew that the inevitable was going to happen as he sped toward his manly release. "Oh you evil vassal, you shit head squire, you have turned the tables on me and you are the master. Oh, how I have fallen under my servant's spell. I am going to fire a lake of white stuff. You are making me."
Meanwhile, Toby's balls well pulling up along side the shaft of his penis. His upper legs were losing sensation. His own orgasm was about to capture him. His lifted his head and stretched his neck up and howled as the spell hit him. His youthful cock began a dance of heavenly spewing. The hot stuff entered the nobles dark insides and he it pushed his final mighty release. His copious fluids drenched the bed as he shot streams of live essence. Finally Toby slid out of the lord's hole and John fell to his side.
When he was able to speak he said, "You are no longer my squire. I will offer you to Sir Ian. He is young and handsome and likes pretty boys to fuck him. I cannot have my servant as my fucker. It's against my creed. I will have to bid you goodbye."
Toby began quietly weeping. "Oh Sir John, I love you. I will promise never to do this again, but don't send me away."
"It is final, just a kiss before you go."
The two pushed out their lips. It was to be a quick but warm kiss. It began to last longer and become more passionate. Soon their tongues came out to play and they were breathing in heavy sighs against each other's lips. Finally Sir John backed away. "You must go beautiful boy, but first one more fuck. What say you?"
Toby rose up and turned Sir John on his back and lifted his strong legs up and placed them on his hips. He locked eyes with the noble and slowly entered his needy hole. In a few moments they were lost in rapture again.
Though Toby was enjoying the fuck, his mind went to his future. He thought, 'Oh yes, Sir Ian. I have seen him. He is tall and comly, blond of hair and wide of shoulders. I shall like fucking him."
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