THE HISTORY OF CHAKI THE MOOR by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2009 written on on June 21, 2002 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Derek
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"THE HISTORY OF CHAKI THE MOOR" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
Chapter 6 - THE KING'S GREAT ALMONER
Stanislaw Podebrady, the great almoner of King Ludwik was a thirty-two year old man. He had been married for five years and had two little children. The young man however had unwelcome desires, which he tried hard to suppress, but, in spite of his efforts, at times he felt them resurface.
When he was just a seventeen-year-old boy, he had a short but intense relationship with a soldier just a little older than himself. With the foolhardiness typical of boys, on the one hand there was enthusiasm for discoveries especially in the sexual field, and on the other a feeling of invincibility due to their growing roaring energies. The two were meeting at night for their love encounters in a concealed part of the royal palace gardens.
Unfortunately, a few months after their passionate relationship had blossomed, one night Stanislaw's father, who was unable to sleep, decided to have a stroll in the garden. To be certain of being alone with his thoughts, the man went down the paths, crossed the lawn which had just been cut and decorated with flowers, and went to sit on a stone bench just in front of the bush behind which the two youths were heatedly showing to each other their mutual desire.
Stanislaw was behind the soldier, who had bared the middle part of his body, and was bending over him and mounting him with youthful vigour. As the moment of the utmost pleasure was gradually approaching, both of them were unconsciously starting to moan slightly. In fact they believed themselves to be alone, since they hadn't heard Stanislaw's father, the master of the palace, approach.
Thus the man, at a certain point, heard those subdued moans coming from beyond the thick bush at the back of the bench where he was sitting. He guessed at once what was happening. At first he thought that it was one of the maidservants with her paramour and he smiled in amusement. He asked himself what he ought to do - perhaps just withdraw as silently as he had arrived, and leave to the excited lovers to finish what they were doing.
He stood up determined to leave, but almost at once he stopped, feeling a strong tickling at the roots of his quite thin hair. He clearly heard two male voices and recognized at least one of them. As if this weren't enough, he could also make out the words they were saying to each other.
"Do you like taking me so?"
"Goodness, you have a fabulous arse, Premysl, so tight and hot."
"And you a fabulous cock, Stanislaw, so strong and hard, and about the right size for me."
Disbelieving, aghast, scandalised, offended, the man walked round the bush. The two youths saw him appear suddenly, wrapped in his rich blue brocade dressing gown, tall, imperious and with a terrible expression on his face. They stood still, like statues, then the soldier fell on his knees on the grass, hurriedly trying to arrange his clothes while Stanislaw let fall the hem of the rich tunic he wore in order to cover his rapidly softening member.
For some time none of them uttered a word, no one moved.
Then the father asked, his voice low and trembling with indignation, "For how long has this obscenity been going on, Stanislaw?"
The boy didn't answer, trying to guess what could happen and foreseeing the worst consequences. He began to visibly tremble. The soldier, on the ground, didn't dare to move and looked with terror at the master of the palace.
"Did you pay this wretch to submit to your lust?" the man asked again, while his thoughts were piling up in his mind and greatly upset by the scene he had witnessed.
Again neither of the two youths caught red-handed dared to answer.
"All this has to cease at once! I don't want scandals, I couldn't stand the disgusted glances of the court members if the perversity you lowered yourself to commit came to be known." He said trying to control the shaking in his voice. "Have you done, or do you usually do these things with other men too?" he asked his son.
Finally the boy managed to find his voice, "No, never, only with him"
"Do others know about this, about your activities, about your encounters?"
"No, nobody" the boy stammered.
"And you, did you ever talk about this with anybody?" the man severely asked to the soldier.
"No, my lord, never with anybody."
"So much the better. Now you, soldier, disappear and never dare come near my son ever again, never talk to him, communicate with him, or do anything involving him, is that clear?"
"Certainly, my lord."
"Get up and go away and take care, for if there were to be a second time, you would pay dearly!"
"Yes, my lord." The soldier muttered, stood up and ran away fast as a hare pursued by a hunter's dogs, without ever turning to look back.
"And now you Stanislaw. I was certainly not expecting such indecency from you. Aren't you aware that since I was able to catch you, it could have been somebody else who caught you? Aren't you aware that you risked ending your life at the stake, or at least in jail for the rest of your life? Aren't you aware that what you were doing, besides being a filthy thing, is a terrible sin that both the church and the law condemns?"
Stanislaw didn't know what to say.
His father persisted, trying to restrain the anger that was growing in him. "What have you got to say for yourself? Did that wretched soldier seduce you?"
"No, father it was me who seduced him"
"But why? Why, good Lord, why?"
"Because I - I am attracted to boys and not to girls"
"Come on, don't talk nonsense! Nature leads the male towards the female; it is a well-known fact. Yours is just a bad fall in the walk of life. But you can stand up again, and I intend to help you to get back on the right track. First of all you will have to leave court and go to a place where you can be helped to find your true self again" the man said, determinedly.
So, in the next few days, while he was keeping his son shut up at home under the pretext that he was ill, the master of palace went to ask for advice from the court chaplain, asking him to keep his problem secret.
The prelate then advised Wladimir Podebrady to send his son to study at the Dominican monastery, explaining to the father superior what his son's problem was so that on the one hand they could keep watch on him and on the other hand help him with wise spiritual and moral advice to get back on the straight and narrow.
So Stanislaw was sent to live in the Dominican monastery. Here the good fathers did their best to re-educate the boy, making him study, whilst keeping him under observation every single moment. Gradually the boy felt convinced of what the fathers were trying to instil in his mind, he became persuaded that it had just been a bad youthful mistake, he made penitence and prayed with sincere intensity to the Lord, the Holy Virgin and all the saints to help him to become a man "worthy of this name".
He took minor orders, wore the black and white habit, and applied himself with stubbornness to his studies becoming one of the best students. At times, when he met some pleasant and attractive, gentle and handsome young man, something resurfaced in him, but Stanislaw steadfastly repressed it and everything seemed to proceed in the best of ways.
When he was twenty-two years old his father decided that his son was cured, he didn't want him to take major orders as he didn't want his first born son to become a priest or a friar, so he took Stanislaw out of the convent and back home. As the old king's almoner had just passed away, he asked for, and got, the position given to his son.
At first it seemed that the young man really had overcome his problem, but life at court, amongst the handsome and refined young people, pages, soldiers, servants and noble youths, was awakening his buried desires more and more. Stanislaw reaction was to assiduously court the damsels that were circulating at court, to the great satisfaction of his father.
It happened therefore that, when he was twenty-seven years old, Stanislaw got married to one of the daughters of one of the ladies in waiting to the queen, a twenty-one year old sweet and pretty girl with a skinny body, almost like that of an adolescent boy. At first their marriage seemed to soothe the secret instincts of the young man, possibly also because the sex he had with his legitimate spouse gave him some physical satisfaction and relief.
But his nature, so long repressed, gradually, and in an almost imperceptible way began to gain the upper hand. When his father made him hire RhŽmy de Bayeux as his secretary, the young man suddenly and strongly felt the flame of desire towards the beautiful blond, blue-eyed boy, who was so refined yet, possessed such virile features, rekindle inside him.
Despite his inner struggle, the "sound principles" that the Dominican fathers and his own father had instilled in him, gave way. More and more often Stanislaw started to dream of being able to have RhŽmy in his bed instead of his wife, towards whom he was feeling less and less desire.
What was still holding him back was the fear that RhŽmy was not like him, and that he wouldn't be able to respond to his increasingly burning desire. He also feared a scandal in case the young Frenchman, besides refusing his advances, would in one way or another unmask him.
But by then the young RhŽmy had become for Stanislaw a real obsession. He started to spy on his secretary, observing all that he did, all that he said, his expressions, hoping to decide whether he dared to try and approach him and how to go about it. The young almoner gradually got the impression, increasingly clear and precise, that possibly something was binding his secretary to his black servant, something special. So he began to look for proof and finally, thanks to his heightened sensitivity, he got it. One morning, Chaki left the residence to do some errands, and while RhŽmy was busy transcribing some documents, Stanislaw stealthily went into the two boys quarters. He saw that the servant's bed was intact and that his secretary's bed was in a mess. He pulled back the bedcovers and noticed on the sheet some greyish stains. He rubbed them with his fingers and some were still wet. He put the fingers to his nose and, as he guessed, he recognised the musky smell of semen.
It didn't even occur to him, as possibly it would have dome another person in his place, that it could just be the result of a night pollution or of solitary pleasure from his young secretary. He at once jumped to the conclusion, rushed but right, that the two youths were lovers, shared one only bed, and made love on it rather often. They apparently had done it that same morning.
Triumphant, Stanislaw left the two boys' rooms. He went quickly, excitedly, to the room where RhŽmy was working, he shut and locked the door and, with the key behind his back, went straight in front of the boy's table. RhŽmy looked up from the papers and looked at him with a questioning glance, surprised, both from the fact that Stanislaw had shut and locked the door and from his odd, pleased smile.
"RhŽmy, you and your black servant are having sex together!" he said in a low but assured voice to the young man, looking him straight in the eye.
The boy almost jumped up, turning pale, "What - what are you saying? How can you say such an absurd thing!" he said trying to keep control of his voice.
"Don't deny it, it's absolutely useless. I saw you while you were doing it." the young man lied, "Even this morning, before you left your alcove you had sex together again!"
RhŽmy felt lost and, believing the lie his master was telling him, didn't have the courage to go on denying it.
"You know that the laws of the church, as well as those of the kingdom, punish very, very severely whoever does such things?"
"Do you intend to report us?" the boy asked in a hoarse voice, feeling quite faint.
"I still don't know. It depends entirely on you."
"On me, my lord? What do you mean?"
Stanislaw looked at him from head to toe and felt terribly aroused. His virile member strongly poked out of his satin breeches flap and only the long hem of his brocade waistcoat hid its sudden erection.
"I could keep silent about your relationship, but you would have to repay me for my silence."
"Repay you my lord? I am not rich, as you well know. The little savings I have are only from what you pay me for my services".
"But you have hidden riches with which you can reward me... and you can reward me richly".
"Hidden riches? You are wrong, my lord. I don't own any valuable objects, I am not hiding anything from you... you can have my rooms thoroughly searched if you wish my lord."
"It's you who are wrong and your hidden treasures aren't hidden in your rooms, but under your clothes."
RhŽmy still didn't understand what the young almoner was aiming at, therefore, becoming more and more confused, he answered, "You can frisk me and you will see that nothing valuable is hidden on my person"
"I don't believe you. Come here, stand in front of me, I want to really frisk you!" the young man said, amused, as he understood that RhŽmy didn't still get what he was meaning.
When RhŽmy was in front of him, Stanislaw at first pretended to really search him, groping his body here and there, but at a certain point, placing a hand on the boy's arse and the other between his legs, he fondled him in a provocative way and said, "Here are your hidden treasures with which you will repay my silence!"
Suddenly RhŽmy understood and instinctively he tried to get away from the man's hands, but the other one didn't release his hold but rather pulled the youth towards him.
Then RhŽmy said, in a low voice, "My lord, I pray you don't ask me to do this."
"Why not? I like you and I want you. If you can do it with that nigger servant, why can't you do it with me? Give me one good reason, as I certainly can't think of one."
"My lord, the fact is that Chaki and I... we are not just having sex, but we love each other, we are really in love with each other and neither of us desires to have a relationship with any other person."
"But this is the price I demand for my silence. Anyway I am not asking that much of you. You can go on amusing yourself with your servant, provided you also come to bed with me. If you refuse, according to our laws, you will be sentenced to life in jail and your paramour will be beheaded. Do you want this to be your end? It would be a pity, just because you refuse to come to bed with me."
RhŽmy tried again to dissuade the man, who was still groping him in an increasingly intimate and provocative way, "My lord, Chaki and I have been through the worst possible hardships in order to be able to live and love each other in peace, we risked our lives, we were thrown into a dungeon and we had to undergo the worst tortures and humiliations. We believed finally that we had found some peace in which to exchange our love. If you too, like us, are more attracted by the manly graces than by the womanly ones, you ought to be able to understand our situation."
"I repeat, provided you come into my bed without raising any objection whenever I ask you, you and your servant can go on fucking how and when you like."
"We two aren't fucking, my lord, we two are making love!" the boy protested.
"All right, don't fuck then, make love but only, if you come and please me." The young man insisted, trying to kiss RhŽmy.
The boy moved back almost abruptly, looking at him with fire in his eyes, "You will have what you demand, my lord. You may have my body wherever and whenever you want it and you may amuse yourself with it as you please. But my lips, my kisses, leave them for the one I am in love with."
The man looked at him with a rather amused expression then said, "All right, I concede you that. But now undress - I want to see the treasure on which today I can finally put my hands. I want you naked. Take off everything, I want you totally naked."
"Here? Now?"
"I locked the door with the key so nobody can disturb us. Come on, stop playing the reluctant, don't play the shy boy, accept as a man your new role between these walls."
RhŽmy started to undress, under the watchful eyes of the man, which were increasingly filled with lust as he finally had within reach what he had, what unconsciously desired for many years.
When the boy no longer had anything on, the man walked around him admiring his beautiful virile and yet gentle shapes, his perfectly hairless body, slender and elegant, and started to caress him first with light fingers, then in an increasingly excited and ardent way.
"You are beautiful, yes, you are really beautiful. You really are a desirable boy; your body is born to give pleasure, pleasure to my hands, to my eyes, to my body. I will have a couch placed here, instead of that console under the window. Yes, and once in a while we will shut ourselves in here and you will give yourself to me, for my pleasure. You have a delightful small arse. Do you take it there also from your nigger?"
RhŽmy didn't answer. He stood still, not looking at the man who was still slowly moving around him, touching him, looking at him like a bird of prey or an hungry animal looks at its prey. The boy could feel the man's excitement increasing and he felt annoyed, because, in spite of the man's touch, his member refused to raise its head and remained soft. But the man didn't seem to care.
Then Stanislaw stopped in front of RhŽmy and said, "Now undress me, I want to start tasting you. Hurry up!"
The boy obeyed and started to untie, one after another his master's elegant and precious clothes and take them off. Soon the man was also naked, his firm erection emerging from the bush of hair adorning his pubis. The sack of his testicles, slightly hairy, was hanging full and conspicuous under the erect member.
When Stanislaw was also totally naked, he made the boy turn, bend over into the same position he used to take his soldier friend many years before, went on to him and penetrated him fully with only one vigorous push, emitting a low moan of pleasure as he did so.
"Yes, it's clear that you take it in your arse from your nigger. I entered you without any difficulty. How many cocks did you take in your arse?" he asked when he was completely inside him.
He seized him firmly by the waist and began to hammer him with increasing gusto. RhŽmy shut his eyes, and would have liked to be able to shut his ears as well so as not to hear the pleasure moans and the words whispered in a hoarse voice by the man in rut.
"Oh, yes, there is nothing better than to fuck a handsome boy, there is nothing better than sink one's hard cock in a hot, soft and welcoming arse like yours. You are a nice colt to tame and to ride you is sheer pleasure."
The man was pounding him with clear pleasure, moaning and alternating his excited moans with a river of words.
"You like being mounted by me, don't you? Tell me how much you like it, how much you enjoy taking cocks in your arse, go on, admit it. You can admit it to me, I could give you absolution, you know? Yes, you will get my absolution and in a while also my blessing, with the sperm I put inside you!"
RhŽmy didn't answer, didn't talk, he just hoped that the forceful fuck could end as soon as possible. He was lucky, at least that time, as the man was way too excited for it to last too long since he was not yet master of his own desires. After a few minutes Stanislaw pushed it all inside with savage strength, and RhŽmy felt the fierce spear of flesh throb each time it spurted a strong jet of sperm into his intestines.
Stanislaw was letting out low hoarse sounds, almost like those of a man seized by a shooting pain, and violently pulled the boy's pelvis against himself, trying to push himself even deeper than was physically possible.
Then the man stopped, his panting gradually calmed down and he let out a deep sigh.
Without pulling out of the warm deepness of the boy, he said in a low and hoarse voice, "Yes, I really needed that. What did I foolishly give up for all these years! But now, finally, I can recover all that lost time, I can make it up with you."
He then slowly withdrew from the boy and RhŽmy barely held back a sigh of relief. One of the man's hands rested on his buttocks and caressed them.
"You really have a nice little golden arse! You see, you did have hidden treasure to reward me for not betraying your secret. Tell me, who fucks better, I or your nigger?"
RhŽmy didn't answer and kept still, his back still turned to the man. He didn't feel like looking at him, seeing him. He heard him moving about, heard the clothes swish and gathered that the man was getting dressed.
"Now you too can get dressed. Then, after I leave here, you can resume your work. Hurry up, don't waste your time, golden arse!"
The boy felt annoyed being called so, but once again he didn't utter a single word. He bent down to pick up his clothes and quickly put them on. When he had finished dressing himself, Stanislaw went to the door, silently turned the key and opened the door.
"Do good work, my dear secretary!" he said in a slightly ironic tone, and went out.
RhŽmy sat down at the table again, took up his quill pen, dipped it in the inkpot and stopped. He was unable to focus on the papers on which he had been working; he couldn't even remember what he was doing before that unexpected and unpleasant interruption.
He remained quite still in that position for several minutes, unable to put his thoughts in order. He then stood up, put down his pen, went to the console where there was an opaque glass bottle half full of brandy and gulped down a big mouthful, without even pouring it into a glass. The brandy went down his throat, burning it, making him cough and his eyes fill with tears. He put the bottle down and opened the window wide, breathing deeply. He then went back to the table and finally was able to resume his work.
The next time he met Chaki, RhŽmy didn't tell him anything and he rather hoped he would be able to assume his usual expression so that his lover wouldn't suspect that that day he had had something disagreeable happen to him. But while they were eating their lunch, Chaki was watching him carefully. To a lover, to a loving eye, nothing that passes over the face, in the eyes, and in the voice of the one he loves, can escape his attention.
"What has happened, RhŽmy?" he asked somewhat worried.
"Nothing, Chaki. Really nothing." The boy answered trying to smile and hoping he could have a persuasive smile.
"No, don't tell me there is nothing. I can feel that there is something wrong."
"Well yes, just a light headache, because of the work I'm doing and that absorbs me too much. But it's nothing to worry about. It will pass, you'll see."
"Are you doing something difficult?" Chaki then asked him, satisfied by that explanation.
"Yes, something very difficult that is demanding all my attention" RhŽmy nodded, grateful that his lover accepted, or rather suggested that explanation to him.
But Chaki, thanks to his sensitivity and his love, saw that the more the days went by, the weirder RhŽmy became. And the boy's explanations, be they tiredness, or a migraine, insufficient sleep, or bad digestion, were convincing him less and less.
Another thing that made him suspicious was that, after they made love, RhŽmy seemed to get back his serenity but then, when he had to go back to work for the almoner, he seemed to fall again in a state of tension and sadness. Chaki was a sensitive boy, and his sensitivity was sharpened by the love he had for his RhŽmy, therefore he came to the conclusion that there was something peculiar in the relationship between the master and his lover. He wasn't able to understand what it could be, he thought that possibly the master demanded too much from RhŽmy, or that perhaps he was unhappy with his work.
He decided he had to get his lover to open his heart to him, as seeing him grow sad in this way was painful to him and making him increasingly worried.
So one night, after they had made love, holding him in his arms and tenderly cuddling him, Chaki asked sweetly but determinedly, "Now, RhŽmy, you will tell me what's happening between the master and you that makes you so tense and so sad!"
RhŽmy felt his heart skip a beat then beat wildly. He didn't answer and Chaki again insisted. RhŽmy started to tremble slightly and his boy felt it.
"So, I'm right, there is something wrong? Tell me, my love. If you don't open your heart to me, with whom you can do it? Didn't you and I decide we would share everything?"
"Chaki, I don't want to talk about it." the boy complained.
"But you should, you owe it to me my love. Whatever it may be, I want to be part of it too."
"No, please."
"The more you tell me no, the more you make me worry, and feel bad. Do you want me to feel bad, then?" he gently reproached him, stroking his cheek and looking into his eyes.
RhŽmy lowered his eyes and started to tremble more strongly.
"Is it so difficult? Does it concern us? Are you getting tired of me?" Chaki asked, knowing well that this was not the problem, but to force him to open up.
"No! No, my love, I will never get tired of you! I will never love anybody as I love you." RhŽmy protested in a sorrowful tone.
"So, then? Don't make me worry so much."
"It's not easy, it's an ugly thing."
"But if you share it with me it will become less ugly, you know that. Together it's easier to withstand life's ugly things, you know. Come on please. Whatever it may be, share it with me, if you really love me."
Then RhŽmy started to tell his lover all that happened and was going to carry on happening with Stanislaw. Chaki embraced him more tightly, with more warmth and tenderness.
"And you, my love, you underwent all that for me, for us? No, I can't accept that that man takes advantage of you in this way, destroys you in this way!"
"But what can I do? Don't you understand that I am in his hands?"
"We can run away."
"He would report us, have us pursued, find us, and he would have us sentenced, you to death and I to life prison, don't you understand?"
"We have just to plan everything well. If we can get beyond the kingdom's boundaries, we shall be safe. Why don't we ask for help from Matyas? He has been good with us once, he can possibly help us again. I am sure he will, if he can."
They talked for a long time but Chaki managed to convince him, and without too much difficulty. They had to try at least.
To RhŽmy, the simple fact that he could finally open his heart to his Chaki and the hope that he could finally put an end to that situation, made the unwelcome attentions of the man less heavy to bear.
Chaki went to talk with Matyas telling him about the problem, and the man told him he was ready to help them. The most important thing was for them to leave the kingdom without being recognized, in case Stanislaw Podebrady reported them for sodomy. Matyas also pointed out that the King's great almoner could simply accuse them of theft once he was aware that they had run away. It was, in any case, important to carefully plan their escape.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7
In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is
http://andrejkoymasky.com
If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English translations, so that I can put on-line more of my stories in English please e-mail at
andrej@andrejkoymasky.com