THE IRON CROWN by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2009 written on on May 28, 2002 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Randhir
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"THE IRON CROWN" 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 2 - JENS AND ALTMA
Altma was sitting on the floor, in the lower room of his knight's house, carefully cleaning the knight's suit of armour for the coming joust.
The armour had to be shining and he did not want the knight to strike a poor form at the tournament.
Altma mixed into the oil some obsidian dust, finely ground, so that when the oil was totally absorbed, a thin layer of sparkling dust would remain scattering sunlight and making the knight blaze in the daylight, a true knight in shining armour. This was Altma's trade secret and it's not without reason that he was known as Altma the Astute.
A shadow fell upon Altma and he quickly raised his eyes, in front of him was the towering form his knight, Jens who was totally naked with his beautiful member totally erect jutting out from the curly blond bush. Altma raised his gaze further and saw that well-known smile.
He smiled cheekly in response, put down the armour, and kneeled in front of that fleshly sceptre. The knight, remaining still, arched forward his pelvis, toward his squire, until his rod brushed against the youth's lips. Altma parted them.
"Do you want it?"
"With pleasure, my knight."
"Are you always ready?"
"Always!"
"You like it, don't you?"
"I like it..." the squire answered, putting his hands on the strong thighs of the man and leaning forward until the entire quivering column slipped between his lips.
Jens was always amazed at seeing how this boy was able to let his powerful hose slip down into his throat, without any problem. The boy was fantastic. He had been right to keep him as his squire even after uncovering his subterfuge.
It was now five years they were together. At that time Jens was just nineteen years old and he had just been knighted. In fact, as Jens' father died, the king anticipated the ceremony. So Jens sent out word that he was looking for his squire, and said that the following morning, at the sunrise, he would wait for all the candidate boys in front of his house. He would inspect them one by one, put them to test, and then select the very best to be his squire.
He had clear ideas - he wanted a clever, nimble, handsome boy fully available to his every need; in fact he was not interested in women; therefore he wanted a bed companion able to give him the utmost pleasure. Give it to him in all the ways a male can give pleasure another male. Jens already had his experiences with any pubescent boy who was just a little appealing - the farmer boys and girls, according to the custom, had to sexually serve their aristocrats and the knights. Some of them did it passively, as a duty, yet others actively enjoyed this service. Jens of course preferred the latter ones. He had always felt attracted to boys of his own age or younger provided they had already hit puberty. His first time happened when he was thirteen. His father noticed a nice farmers' girl and stopped his horse. He dismounted and Jens followed suit. While they were approaching the girl, Jens noticed her to be pretty, and then his attention was drawn to the incredibly beautiful dark haired boy with wide eyed beside her.
His father asked the girl, "Are you ready, girl?"
"Yes, sir..." she answered, blushing.
"Let's start, then." the father said raising his tunic and showing his already erect and firm tool.
The girl kneeled on the ground and at once stated to lick the man's tool.
The knight then asked to the boy, who was looking in silence, "Are you her brother?"
"Y-y-yes... s-s-sir."
"Good. So, take example by your sister and busy yourself with my son - it's time he becomes a real man!" he said and raised Jens' tunic - he chuckled when he noticed that also his son was hoisting a nice erection.
The boy kneeled in front of Jens and, looking from time to time what his sister was doing, took care of the knight son's member. Jens had a start at the intensity of the sensations the boy's tongue made on his aroused member. It was the first time any one did this to him.
Then the father had the girl stand up, took away her tunic and took her with sexual abandon. "You aren't any more a virgin, I see!"
"No more, sir." the girl answered, blushing.
"Who deflowered you?" the man asked, going on to screw her.
"A...a boy in my village."
"Do you like each other?"
"Yes, sir."
"Are you going to marry?"
"Yes, sir..."
"Good, well done. Hey, Jens, screw that boy, go on! What are you waiting for?"
"But... father, he... he doesn't have the slit in front!" the boy said, while fingering the little farm-boy wee-wee.
His father laughed, amused, "A boy is to be taken by his back, silly boy!" he explained in a friendly tone.
Jens understood, had the boy turn around and went on him. He tried to penetrate him.
"Father... I am not able." he complained after some failed attempts.
"Push stronger."
"It hurts me, and it can't enter..."
The man asked the girl, "Is that boy still a virgin?"
"I think so, sir."
"Ah, good... a first for my son and for your brother. A lucky coincidence, praised be the goddess Frei! Jens, put some spit there... and you, boy, push like if you had to empty your bowels..."
"Wuuuh!" Jens exclaimed when he felt he was finally starting to penetrate the unexplored channel of the little country boy.
"Ooohhh!" the boy groaned and grimaced for a mixture of pain and pleasure.
And so the knight's son was finally able to perform his first sexual ride with clear pleasure.
When both of them had taken their fill, the father looked at his son proudly, and Jens at his father with a dreamy expression.
The knight rummaged in his moneybag and took out a couple of copper coins; he gave them to the girl, "Take 'em, one for you, for your marriage, and the other for your brother, for his lost virginity."
"Oh, thank you sir! You are good-hearted..." the farm girl said, swiftly taking the two coins and kissed the man's hand.
The knight circled with an arm his son's shoulders and they went, satisfied, back to their horses.
Afterwards, Jens tried it also with a girl, but he soon understood that he definitely preferred a boys just like this Altma. Altma who, as soon as he became his squire, kneeled in front of him, raised his tunic, and started to give him pleasure with a passion that after five years didn't lessen even one bit.
Altma had been able to find in a short time all the most sensitive points of his knight's body, so that he was able either to protract Jen's pleasure for an entire night, or else to bring him to an orgasm in a few minutes, but always giving him the utmost pleasure. Altma, always ready and happy to please him with all his body.
Altma the Astute, indeed! While the little squire, by now totally naked, was brushing himself against the knight, suckling on his nipples, slowly but relentlessly bringing him to the highest peaks of pleasure, Jens recalled with amusement how the boy managed to be "chosen" as his squire.
Altma was also the son of a knight who had heard that Jens required a young squire. The young man, as soon as he was knighted, spread the notice that, the day after at dusk, he would examine all the applicants for becoming his squire. Altma liked Jens a lot - the new knight was tall, sound, had a bright smile, he was self-assure, always merry and, above all, young... yes, he liked him with a vigorous passion. Altma thought that he had good chances to be chosen, but he wanted to be sure. Thinking it over and over... at least he found the solution. He stole a couple of copper coins from his father's bag and toured the castle premises, until he found a servant who had his same stature. He gave him the two coins for his short servant's tunic. At night, hiding his embroidered tunic, he wore that of the servant and, as soon as the lantern in Jens' house was shut off, he lied to sleep in front of his door threshold.
It was still dark when the first boy came.
Altma, waking up, said, "My master, the knight Jens, told me to inform everybody that he already made his choice. So you can go back to your home."
The boy, rather disappointed, did an about-turn and disappeared in the darkness. If Altma were dressed as a freeman, having the same age, that boy would not believe him. But as he was dressed as a servant, he was believable, as Altma foresaw. In the same manner, he sent away boy after boy. Just a big boy in his fifteens was a little harder to persuade to quit.
Altma so asked him, "But do you like doing it with men?"
"Of course, men or women, no problem!" the other answered, determined.
"Therefore, I presume, you are no more a virgin."
The boy laughed, "Of course I'm not!"
"Not even in your back door?" Altma asked, pretending to be astounded.
"Of course not!" the big boy proudly repeated.
Altma let out a deep sigh, "So then, anyway, you will not have any chance. The first thing my knight would do is to slip a finger in your back hole to check... and he would at once reject you..."
So that boy too, shrugging his shoulders, went away, frowning, and muttering, "Who knows why so many knights like to screw my ass, but none wants me as his squire..."
At daybreak, Altma rapidly changed his clothes wearing again his freeman tunic. He well knew that, when an appointment was fixed at the daybreak, all the candidates would arrive well before the sun rising, to be found ready when the knight would open his door. Therefore Altma was nor reasonably sure that no more boys would arrive.
Jens opened his door. "You are the only one?"
"Yes, knight. I spent here all this night."
"That's weird. I thought I would find at least half a dozen boys ready to become my squire... Well, all right, come in." he said and preceded him in the wide kitchen.
He sat down, and Altma at once kneeled in front of him.
"What are you doing? Why are you kneeling?"
"Wouldn't you check if I'm able to give you pleasure?" the boy asked him with a mischievous glance.
"Well, that also, but not only... Are you able to clean a suit of armour?"
"Yes, and also to keep well sharp a weapon - I'm knight Brutch's son."
"Ah, therefore you know also..."
"Everything and anything a good squire has to be able to do. But I'm also ready to learn anything you want from me." the boy answered slipping between the spread legs of the young man who, mechanically, spread them some more to give him room.
Altma felt encouraged, put his hands on the strong thighs of the new-knight and started to lightly caress their inner part, slowly moving up towards the young man's member. Soon his tunic tented up, to Altma's great pleasure.
"Take off your tunic, brave knight, put yourself at your ease..." the boy seductively suggested while his fingertips brushed against the heavy sack of the knight's testicles, so doing giving the young man shudder of intense pleasure.
Jens smiled, stood up and took off his tunic and presented his erect and pulsating member to the kneeling boy.
"Wow! You are such a beautiful man, knight" Altma said and started to tickle it with his tongue, while his fingers brushed the most sensitive points of the young man's body, at the same time mentally taking note the pleasure points were.
Jens was starting to appreciate that boy - he was well built and also skilled, but above all it was clear he loved sex.
"Did you ever do it with a girl?" he asked while the boy suckled on his member. Altma shook his head in a "no", and went on to make the member slip between his lips, with his tongue he teasing its lower part, the most sensitive one.
"You like cock, don't you?" Jens said in an amused but pleased tone.
Altma nodded, making the rod, at this point iron-hard, reach his throat.
Jens caressed his hair, and pulled his head to him until the boy's nose was well pressed against his pubes, "Hey, you took it all! You're really skilled." he said and started to fuck his mouth with slow back and forts.
Altma could feel the young man excitement slowly increase and was extremely excited he too. But after a while Jens slipped out of the boy's mouth. Altma looked at him in surprise, almost pained.
Jens smiled, "Come upstairs, I want you in my bed, I want to thoroughly enjoy you, my boy!"
Naked as they were, they climbed upstairs; Altma was feeling really happy.
When they were about entering Jens' room, the knight's mother came out from her room. She looked from head to toe the boy and asked, "Is he your new squire?"
"I think so, mother; but I've to put him at test."
"He seems a good boy... aren't you knight Brutch's son?"
"Yes, madam." Altma answered, feeling slightly embarrassed, not so much for his nudity, but for his relentless erection.
"Be a good squire, boy, as my Jens will be a good knight."
"Yes, madam, for sure, madam." a radiant Altma answered.
"Good." the woman said, smiling to her son. "I leave you to your... test." and she quickly went downstairs.
Jens circled the boy's shoulders, moved aside the curtain and they went in his room.
He went on his bed and lied down, his legs spread, his member straight up towards the ceiling. "So, Altma, let's see what you're able to do for me..." he said making a sign with his hand, inviting the boy to reach him on the bed.
Altma wanted to rush toward the knight, but instead he reached the young knight slowly, with sensual moves...
When they finally went downstairs, they both smelt an inviting aroma from the kitchen.
The mother welcomed them with a "Hey, the test took a long time! Was it satisfying?"
Altma felt he was again blushing.
Jens answered, "Yes, mother, satisfying. Altma will be my squire. He knows how to care for weapons and armour..."
"Specially some weapons, he know how to make them shine, isn't it so?" she said with a sly look at her son's member, now soft but still shining with saliva.
This time Altma didn't blush.
"I've put your clothes on that stool. In a short while lunch will ready. I prepared for three."
"Altma eats here with us..." Jens, slightly hesitant, said.
"I know. Your sisters went to see the aunt." the mother quietly answered, going back to bustle at the cookers.
Altma was at Jens' service for three months, when the knight discovered his subterfuge. He found it by chance, when the young squire of another knight, asked him how it came that Jens choose a servant as his squire.
"He's not a servant, he's the son of a knight." Jens said, surprised for that question.
So that squire told him how Altma disguised like a servant had sent him away.
Jens was really furious. Back home, he summoned Altma and beat him, while telling him what he had just discovered - it was the first time that Jens beat Altma. Then he told him to go back at his father's house, as he didn't want of him any more.
Altma kneeled in front of him, "Don't send me away, please... wasn't I a good squire for you, up to now?"
Jens was tempted to answer with a "no", but he honestly couldn't. "Yes, and even a very good one. But how can I trust you, after you lied me?"
"I lied? I never lied to you, sir, never to you... just to the other boys, but never to you. Don't send me away, I beseech you! I don't usually tell lies, and I'll never again tell a lie, at any cost... but I... I-had-to-enter at your service, knight Jens. And I didn't have any other means..."
"I could have chosen you all the same..." the knight said, slightly placated.
"You could... but it was not sure, and I wanted to be sure... It is since I was just eleven years old that I dreamed of you, I dreamed to become your thing. Also when I was having sex with other boys, before becoming your squire, I just shut my eyes and dreamed it was you making love to me. And when your father reached your ancestors, I at once busied myself to learn to be a good squire and... aren't you happy with my service?"
"But not with this subterfuge." the young man dryly answered.
"Don't send me away, I beseech you!" the boy repeated, prostrating himself on the floor, in tears.
Jeans seemed to think for a while, then said, "All right, I'll keep you... But as a punishment..."
"Yes?" Altma asked, with a hint of joy barely hidden in his voice.
"As a punishment... no sex for three moons!"
"Ooohhh..." the boy said, disappointed, but happy to be allowed to remain near the man he adored.
The three moons didn't elapse, and not even just one. Just five days and five nights later Jens' desire was so strong that, with magnanimity, announced to his squire that he had forgiven him, and re-admitted him in his bed. They didn't close an eye for all that night - Jens had to recover for the lost days. In the near room his two sisters were giggling hearing the longs pleasure moaning - for real their brother was a stallion in rut. They too hoped to find, in a not too far day, such a fiery man! Of course one who liked women.
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ZEDEE THE WITCH
In the High-city there is an old and wide house that everybody knows very well - it is the house of the witch Zedee.
In older times this woman would live at court, as sorceress and priestess of the Goddess Mother. It was up to her to carry out the beautiful rites of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. She was respected. Her downfall was her unrestrained sexual desire, because of that she tried with all means to unite with women or men, if they were even just slightly attractive. It was not difficult at all in those times, when sex was still a free activity, to enjoy in any kind, and for her who was able to be fascinating.
So once, she managed to have sex also with the king, Waltha's father.
When she discovered she was made pregnant by the king, she at once understood that her careless foolhardy lust had come to an end - the fruit of that unsanctioned union, the bastard son of the king, would be killed, and she didn't want that. At first she managed to hide her pregnancy, but she knew it would not be possible for much time. So she announced she had to leave for a pilgrimage. She abandoned everything, left the capital and, to be sure, also the kingdom. She wandered until she gained hospitality at a weaver's house. Here, at last, her son was born, a boy, whom she called Atlah.
As soon as the boy was able to walk, Zedee quit the weaver and slowly made her way back. Along the way she made her living practicing magic and teaching her son to recognize and find the sacred plants and the medicinal herbs, both the positive and the negative ones.
When she reached the capital city, the child was six years old - the king had just died and his son Waltha had been crowned king. Nobody seemed to remember or recognize the priestess Zedee or, if some did, they didn't show it. Zedee started selling her magic abilities, living at fist in a tent near the door between the High and the Low-city. She was paid with coins or with goods by the ones whom she did not find appealing and with sex by the ones she felt attracted to, be that men or women.
The child was growing up - physically he resembled his mother, from his father he only took the coppery hair and the size of the member. Also for his character he was like his mother - already when he was just nine, he was hunting for sexual adventures, with boys and girls - he too seemed insatiable. His mother found him dancing on the lap of a young soldier lying on the ground, impaling himself on his hard member, the child's eyes glossy for a wild pleasure. The soldier excused himself saying that it had been the child who wanted that, and the woman was not at all astounded and believed him - she just, looking at the young man's beautiful body, told him that as soon as he had satisfied her son, he had to satisfy her too... Quite often mother and son swapped their conquests, when both desired the same person. But they never had sex in front of each other, besides that first time when the mother caught him with the handsome young soldier - each of them had their own room.
The boy liked very much both roles, active with women and passive with men. But after he had explored all the possibilities with a bed mate he would tire of them and start the hunt for a new companion. And after each adventure he carved with the tip of his knife, on his leather belt, an arrow for each male that had fucked him and a circle for each female that he had fucked. He would soon have to buy a new belt...
Atlah soon developed his personal trademark style of sex - he loved to take the women with rude fury, making them yell with a mix of pleasure and pain, and he loved to be fucked by men with the same wild fury, and it made him scream like a woman, prey to pain and pleasure. The boy was seeping luxury from all his pores. Very few were able to resist his advances - he had a tenebrous and sensual fascination that made quiver everybody he cast his eyes on.
The witch discovered upon a time that, when she was having sex with a man, she was able to read his thoughts. She also discovered, later, that in the moment of the man's orgasm, she was also able to condition the man's thoughts. She thus started her social climbing - she didn't ask too much to her willing victims, because she was shrewd and she didn't want to make her victims suspicious. But she asked enough to get a life more and more well off. It was so that she succeeded to have as a gift the house where at present she lived form one of her most assiduous clients, both for her magical services than for her sex. It was a beautiful ancient two floors house in the High-city, with a small garden and, the only one amongst all the nearby houses, with a straw roof. The merchant who gave it to her was very rich and owned several houses and that one wasn't even the most luxurious one. But to Zedee, it was the perfect house. She was an ambitious woman, but she had the sense of the limits. Beside for the sex, of course...
When she was young, she had been a very good priestess, now she was a good witch. In the capital almost everybody sooner or later turned to her for her services - love filters, amulets against the evil-eye, or to know if and when to start an enterprise, to know to whom and when to marry a daughter, to heal diseases, to forecast the future for a new-born child, to find back vigour, or just to sleep well in the night and so on. She always had something for everybody.
She was very proud of her Atlah, who was growing up as straight as a ramrod, slender, proud and clever, and she was preparing him to become a good sorcerer. She was proud of him also because she knew that in his veins was running the blood of a king. This was a secret she never unveiled to anybody, not even to her son, fearing for the consequences. The ancient law was still in force, even after so many years.
Zedee came to know about the jousts and the tests. She too knew about the existence of the iron crown, and when she heard that the three knights would start the quest for it, she decided she had to seize it for her son. At any cost. But she too didn't know where the crown was hidden, so she decided that she had to let the knights search for it and upon their return she would seek a way for them to give it to her and not to the king.
It would not be difficult to persuade them, it was enough she had sex with them and during their orgasm, she would condition them. She had only to wait to know who the three chosen knights were, and then...
Also about this project she said nothing to Atlah... she would do him a wonderful surprise, the day when she could offer him the crown and tell him he was the son of a king... and so king Waltha would became a simple subject of her son... This thought made her smile, she really liked this idea.
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HARTI AND KIMON
Harti was looking at his squire Kimon - now eighteen years old, he was a handsome big boy. Just two more years, and he would be knighted. So he would have to look for a new squire. He was not pleased to lose the boy.
Kimon felt he was observed and turned his head - he saw the absorbing look of his knight and smiled - when they smiled to each other, the nine years of age that parted them seemed to be suddenly cancelled. He adored his knight, loved him with a sincere love, but Harti, although very fond of him, didn't feel like to bind himself to somebody - he liked to enjoy his life and all that it offered him, including the handsome ripe boys full of yen for good sex, that abounded both in the castle and in the countryside, that peopled all the kingdom. It wasn't difficult for Harti to conquer a boy - he was really a handsome man, in the flower of his vigour. Kimon was secretly jealous, but he accepted, for love, that his knight at time took some amusement with a nice farmyard cockerel...
Both Harti and Kimon were not at all interested in women. They had never been interested in them. Even though for Kimon his knight was enough, while the knight was not able to content himself with his squire, their physical and spiritual mutual understanding was perfect. It had been perfect since the first time they met, when Kimon was thirteen and Harti twenty-two years old.
It was night; Harti went to the well to wash himself. Naked, his beautiful body wet, caressed by the almost full moon, Harti was vigorously brushing his wide chest and sound thighs, careless of the early spring cool night. Kimon, who wasn't able to fall asleep, left his house - hearing the water noise, he went towards the well and saw him - he felt like having the vision of a god that came down to Earth.
Fascinated, the boy drew nearer; his bare feet didn't raise any noise on the paving of the wide yard. The knight's body seemed made of liquid silver, his hair were like a bush of fine gold. Kimon got aroused just thinking of touching that body. He took off his tunic and, totally naked, went nearer to the young man, who finally saw him.
"Do you want me to wash your back, knight?" the boy asked, his voice almost trembling with the emotion, feeling a knot in his throat.
"You too came to wash yourself?" the knight asked him, looking at him while the boy was moving nearer.
"Yes..." the boy answered, enchanted by the low and virile voice.
"Very good, boy; so, wash my back and then I'll wash yours. Come here."
"Is not here, your squire?" the boy, quivering, asked, stopping just at a span from the beautiful, muscled body of the young man.
"No, he is doing his vigil of arms, as the day of the full moon he will be knighted."
"Ah... and... did you chose your new squire?" Kimon asked, while starting to brush his wide and straight back.
"Not yet. I can do it only after Thul will be knighted."
"Three more nights, then... Do you already have somebody in mind, knight?" the boy asked, hesitantly.
"Would you like becoming my squire?" the young man asked, amused, turning so abruptly that the boy's hands, that were brushing his buttocks, were at once on the erect member of the knight.
Kimon trembled, excited and embarrassed, and took away his hands as if a red-hot iron rod had scorched him. Harti lightly caressed his hair and repeated his question. The boy was unable to move away his eyes from the erect member pointing at his chest.
"Hey, did you lose your tongue?" the knight asked, amused, going on to caress the boy's head.
Kimon mistook these words meaning, and the young man's hand on his head, so he bent down and started to lick the pole of that beautiful man.
"No..." Harti sighed with pleasure, aware of the happy mistake of the boy, "you didn't lose you tongue, it seems..."
The boy kneeled down and, while gently kneading with both hands the big and swollen balls, started to suck with greedy pleasure the man's pole.
"Are you still virgin, boy?" the knight asked, caressing his nape and neck.
Kimon left just for a moment his pleasant task, looked up and said, "Not in my mouth, I sucked many, but I'm so in my back..."
"And... would you offer me your virginity?"
"If you want, you can take it... but I confess you that I'm somewhat afraid..."
"Afraid? And for what?"
"You are so big, here... wouldn't it hurt me?"
"I'll do my best not to... What do you want in exchange for your virginity?"
"In exchange?" the boy asked, surprised, going on to gently caress the beautiful member still turgid.
"Aren't you going to ask me to take you as my squire, in exchange?"
"Oh!" the boy exclaimed, then added, "Of course I would like it, but... You really want me to be your squire?"
"Why not?"
"I know nothing about a squire duty."
"Aren't you the son of a knight?"
"Yes, but I'm only the fourth of his four sons, so my father didn't waste his time to teach me about the martial arts or the knight's life... or just about being a squire... I'm doomed to go and work down in the city, as many of the younger children."
"But would you like to become my squire?"
"Yes... oh yes, I would like it."
"And you offered me to take your virginity without thinking to get something in exchange for it?"
"It's right."
"And why?"
"Because you are the most beautiful man I ever saw."
"Oh, and how many did you see?" the young man asked with a light laughter, feeling more and more attracted to that boy.
"Not a few... and even naked... especially when they asked me to enjoy themselves between my lips."
"Nobody of them asked you to let them enjoy also in your back?"
"Yes, it happened..."
"And you have always refused?"
"Yes..."
"And why?"
"Somewhat because of fear and somewhat because... I don't know, really... possibly I didn't yet feel ready."
"And now are you feeling ready to take the big step?" the young knight asked him, amused.
"I really think so, at least since I saw you so, all naked, a few moments ago."
Harti had already decided to take him as his squire, but didn't tell him yet. "Why don't you come in my house, in my bed, so that I can take profit of your offer?"
The boy at once stood up, a serious expression on his face, and Harti thought he wanted to withdraw. Instead Kimon said, "Yes, let's go." And, bending to pick up his short tunic, without wearing it, took a hand of the young man and followed him in silence.
Harti felt his heart race in his chest with vigour. He was about deflowering a boy, this was a rare privilege. A boy who had completely entrusted himself to him, and this was an honour. A shy but determined boy, really handsome, and this was a pleasure. Harti never felt so much excited in all his life.
He raised him in his arms - how light he was! He squeezed him against his chest - how hot he was! He looked straight in his eyes - how pure they were! Yes, he wanted him, he wanted to make him his own boy.
Climbing to the first floor, he laid down the boy on his bed and went on top of him, totally covering him with all his body. He looked seriously in the boy's eyes, "You really, my boy, are ready for me to take your virginity?"
"Yes..." Kimon whispered in a quiver.
"What if I hurt you?"
"Very much?" the boy asked, without showing any fear.
"I will try not to give you pain, but the first time... and my tool is not a little one..."
"No, it's not a little one. But take me."
"All right. If I hurt you, if you want me to stop, just tell me... I'll try to stop, I promise."
"You'll try?" the boy asked, while Harti was rising the boy's legs and folding them against his chest.
"Yes, if the excitement is not going to make me lose my control... because you are exciting me beyond all limits..."
"I? Who knows how many boys you took, and even more handsome than me..."
"Yes. I took plenty of boys, but never any of them offered himself to me as you did. Body and soul."
"Yes, body and soul..." Kimon answered in a dreamy voice - he felt he did the right choice offering himself to that young knight. "Take me, please..." he repeated, determinedly.
Harti lowered his head between the small buttocks now fully exposed; he spread them with his big hands and started to lick the hidden small hole. He felt the boy shudder, emit a long sigh, and relax. He wet him carefully with his saliva, for a long time, pushing from time to time the tip of his tongue to force open the secret door. Kimon pushed himself against him, with soft moans. After a while the young man, wetting with saliva the middle finger of his left hand, started to penetrate him.
"At first it can be somewhat painful, I think... but if you relax you will feel almost no pain. Then, little by little, you too will start to feel pleasure. I remember that for my, the first time, it had been aching for a few days, but each time I did it again, the pleasure was increasing and the pain lessening..."
"With whom you did it, with your knight?"
"No, I was just eleven, and did it with my father's squire. Are you ready, Kimon?" he asked putting at the place of his finger his tool that he had carefully lubricated using for that a piece of fine slice of lard.
"Yes, push..."
Harti started to push, while with a hand he caressed the boy's small but hard member and with the other he teased his nipples. Kimon shuddered and shut his eyes. The tip of the massive member was relentlessly pushing on the tight, inviolate opening.
"Relax, my boy, relax... let me in... I want you!"
"Yes... I'm trying..." Kimon moaned, starting to sweat.
"Relax, for all the gods, relax!" the knight repeated with a somewhat troubled voice, pushing with increasing strength.
He wanted him, he wanted him, and he wanted that handsome boy even at cost of hurting him... No! Not that, he at once said to himself, almost ashamed of his instinct. Exerting violence on himself, he stopped pushing. He bent on the boy and gently bit his nipple. Then, taking again the piece of lard, he lubricated his finger and again the small hole, and then pushed again inside it his finger.
"Oh, Kimon, Kimon... I want you!" he moaned, prey to a terrible desire.
"Yes, I too want you inside me."
"Relax, please, let me enter inside you..."
"Yes, take me! Even if I yell, even if I beg you to stop, take me! Even if you hurt me, make me yours!" the boy whispered.
With both hands, Kimon gently seized the man's member and drove it again between his small, firm, spread buttocks, aiming at the small hole palpitating in wait.
Harti pushed and this time felt he was slipping inside the sweet goal that was gradually opening for him, trembling, under his vigorous pushes.
"Aaaahahhhaaaaaaaa!" the boy yelled, prey to pain, shutting tight his eyes, but at the same time pushing himself with force against the flesh pole that was starting to invade him.
"Nnnhhgghhh!" moaned Kimon when finally his gland, winning the initial resistance of the still inviolate sphincter, was fully inside him.
All of a sudden the boy relaxed completely and Harti started to sink inside him almost without needing to push. "I'm feeling it... ooohhh... push..." Kimon muttered, feeling the sweat trickle from his body in rivulets.
When, after several minutes of sex, finally sated, the young knight lied down on top of him, panting, he thought that he didn't want anybody else as his squire. But, when he resumed his normal breath, just to put at test the boy, he said, "It has been good. Thank you, Kimon. We will do it again, you and I, some times in future, wouldn't we?"
"Each time you want, I will be yours, knight."
"But I can't take you as my squire. If you were just a couple years older, who knows..."
"I understand. But will you invite again me in your bed?"
"I really think so, I'll come and look for you once in a while."
"That's good for me. Thank you." the boy said with a light smile.
"At each full moon?" the young man asked, amused.
"As you like, knight, will be good for me."
"But you... what do you desire?"
"I? My greatest desire have been fulfilled - being yours, and not just for a single time."
"Did I hurt you?"
"Rather, but not too much."
"And you want to do it again with me?"
"Of course."
"Aren't you afraid of pain?"
"No, if there is a good reason."
"You would become a good knight..."
"Thank you. But I will never be a knight. I hope only to be able to become a skilled craftsman."
The boy asked him if he could dress and go back home. Harti desired to keep him there, but gave him his assent. He looked at him go away. At once he missed him - he was way too fond of that boy.
The following morning he went at the boy's house and asked his father to let Kimon be his squire. The father was surprised, but had no reason to deny his assent.
So he called Kimon and said, "The knight Harti asked of you as his squire and I gave him mu assent. Prepare yourself, as in two days you will have to move in his house."
The boy's eyes showed a moment of disbelief, a flash of surprise, then shone, "Thank you, father... Thank you, knight. I will try to be the best squire to be found, I promise!"
"I don't doubt of it, Kimon." Harti answered with a smile and. Said good-bye to everybody, vent back to his house, feeling satisfied.
"What are you thinking about, Kimon?" the knight asked him.
"That you will for sure be one of the three chosen knights for the quest."
"Oh, really? And what makes you so sure about it?" Harti asked, amused.
"Because you're the best one."
"Every squire thinks so about his knight."
"No, not every squire. Moreover... I don't know why, but I feel you will be one of the chosen trio."
"The same as you felt I would have taken you as my squire?" the young man asked, teasing him.
"No, that I really didn't think it would happen. But I felt that you were the man to whom it was worth to give myself, and about that I was totally right, I think..."
"Yes, you were undoubtedly right..." Harti answered him, going nearer and gave him a light caress on the cheek.
When they were alone, at times, the handsome knight let himself go to those light tenderness gesture, that Kimon deeply savoured.
Harti left the house, and while he was going out he asked himself why he wasn't able to fall in love with the boy as he for sure deserved, why he always felt the spur to look for new sex adventures, even though he was fond of Kimon more than of a brother, more than of a son, more than of a friend? Kimon deserved love more than just affection, but he, honestly, was not able to give him anything more than affection... By the way, Kimon would be knighted soon, and their relationship was anyway doomed to end...
Will he ever find another squire perfect as Kimon was?
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3
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