Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2011 16:39:38 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Once a Knight. Part Two

  Part Two

     It was during this two year servitude to Sir Gregory that I noticed
that about half of the people in the castle were wearing red tunics, this
being the main colour of the de Fontaine family and their retinues. The one
who sat at the head table two places along from Sir Gregory was Sir William
de Fontaine who looked to be about a year older than me. Well he was almost
that I found out later when I asked him about his family. By now I was
fluent enough in French to be able to speak to other people and also found
out that many of the pages were glad it was me and not them who had to
service their Lord, de Marchand.

     Sir William was the son of Sir Fitzroy de Fontaine who had been slain
in the forest by bandits when in the company of Sir Gregory. They had been
attacked and had fought them off as the wounds to Sir Gregory had shown,
but Sir Fitzroy had been killed in the fighting. William was then entitled
to become a Sir as being the eldest, nay, the only son, but was too young
to take on the responsibility of the castle and fiefdom and so Sir Gregory
had taken over until William reached the age of twenty one.

     Now I had taken notice of Sir William because I saw certain
similarities between the two of us, both of us were blond in our hair
colouring and our eyes being blue. It was only these two facts that struck
me as odd for there were not many fair haired people in the castle that
also had blue eyes.

                                                            *

     It was the day of Sir William's thirteenth birthday that changed my
life. This was also the day that he would begin his training to be a real
knight and learn all about combat in the lists and all that it entailed. He
sat in the place of honour at the dining table in the great hall for dinner
and during the course of the meal, Sir Gregory, after praising the boy,
declared that he would like to present him with a gift of his choice in
honour of the day.

     Now, I'd scarcely said more than a few words with the boy in my two
years there, but I saw him look round the gathering there and his eyes
settled on me. Now I'd had my series of fights with other pages whilst
living there and could hold my own with the best of them and so was not
frightened to hold his stare with my own eyes. They did not hold hate or
subservience but I think it was more of a defiant gaze as if to say, pick
on me and you'll have a fight on your hands. It was a challenge I realised
later that I was sending out to him as our eyes locked and we stared at
each other. I don't think that anyone present saw the look that passed
between us as he broke eye contact first and turned to his uncle. For that
was what Sir Gregory was in relation to William. He had married Sir
Fitzroy's sister Annette, a long time back which was how he was now the
lord of the castle.

     `I thank you Sir Gregory for your kind offer and I would like to
accept, if you would grant this boon on my birthday which may displease
you,' Sir William said.

     `Name it and it is yours,' Sir Gregory boomed out.

     `Then I would like your page Martin to become my squire,' he said, now
looking at me to try and gauge my reaction. I learned this much in the
castle that you must never ever reveal by look or manner whatever you are
truly thinking to those that are above you. It could be quite disastrous to
do so, so I kept my face impassive at his request.

     `Him?' Sir Gregory replied, an astounded look on his face. `A mere
page when you could have much more?'

     `No. I want him. I like his looks and if you've felt him to be
attractive enough, then maybe I will be able to find out what it is that
has pleased you for him to be so long in your service.'

     It was a sly dig at Sir Gregory's preference to boys and the fact that
I had been with him for two years whereas earlier pages had only lasted a
couple of months or so. He must have fucked the whole contingent of pages
before I had turned up.

     `Well he's not much of a cocksucker, I can tell you that,' Sir Gregory
laughed.

     `Then maybe a smaller weapon than you possess may be more to his
taste,' William replied, laughing also at the joke between them. It was
then that I detected a streak of femininity about William and I knew that I
would be humiliated by him as I had by Sir Gregory.

     `So be it,' Sir Gregory cried. `I was getting rather tired of
him. Steward! Bring us out a tunic of Sir William for this unworthy page to
change his allegiance.' I was beckoned out from behind the chairs and
directed to stand in front of both of them and I stood there, holding the
gaze of William as the steward of William's house brought out a red tunic.

     `Strip him,' Sir Gregory ordered, `and place on him Sir William's
colours.' This was his last humiliation of me by having my old tunic taken
off so that I was standing there fully naked for all to see before the red
tunic was placed over my head to cover me. `Martin. You are now the
property of Sir William. Serve him well. Serve him as you served me,' he
sniggered and I couldn't help myself from going red in the face, more at
his dirty laugh than at what the words implied.

     `Martin. Come and stand by me,' William said as he rose up from his
seat. `You are to be my squire and help me fight against tyranny and cruel
injustice.' I caught the sideways look he gave his uncle as I moved round
to kneel down by his side and kiss the extended hand.

     `That I will do sire,' I replied.

     So I was now in the care of another I thought as I stood behind his
chair and saw that his wine cup was kept full for the rest of the meal. It
didn't take long to find out that though he was only thirteen, he liked to
fuck with boys as well as Sir Gregory though the approach was different I
must admit when it came for him to retire for the night.

     `I want you to grow with me, to gird my loins with my armour when I
enter the lists and aid me to remove them when we've defeated all the
opposition,' he declared as I helped him undress for his bed.

     `What a load of crap,' I said which took him aback.

     `What did you say?' he asked, astounded at my coming back at him like
I did.

     `I said crap! A lot of horseshit! Yes I'll help you to become a good
knight, but don't think you're going to win every fight because you're
not. You've got to learn how to lose first before you can even start
thinking of winning.'

     `Why you fucking churl,' he shouted and took a swing at me which I
ducked underneath and gave him a good belt in the solar plexus. This
doubled him up and I let him regain his breath and then he came at me again
and caught me with a good right hook. That was it. My blood was up now and
as he was naked, I pulled off my tunic so that he didn't have the advantage
of catching a hold of it and throwing me.

     We went at it hammer and tongs, punching and wrestling each other from
the bed to the floor as we fought and grappled with each other.

     `What do you think you're doing?' he gasped when we were in a clinch.

     `Fighting with a big headed boy of around the same age,' I panted as
we continued to wrestle. It was then that I noticed that we both had
erections and they kept clashing as we got into clinches and it wasn't
until we came to a stop that it was really noticed by him too. Our chests
were heaving as I finished up on top, both of us sweating a flood, gasping
for breath as our eyes became fixed upon one another. But it was the fact
of our engorged cocks that were squashed between us that stopped us from
going any further with our fight. I could feel his heart thumping inside
his chest almost matching mine, and could also feel the same beat in his
cock pressed up tight to my stomach.

     `Martin,' he said in a low voice. `You're the first one to beat me. To
the victor goes the spoils. Fuck me Martin, fuck me.' His eyes were alight
and I saw the anguish and longing in them and he obviously knew what he was
letting himself in for. I could feel that he was trembling as I slowly got
up off of him and helped him from the floor, trembling myself for this
would be the first time I was actually getting to use my cock by fucking
somebody else instead of only masturbating. We got onto the bed together
and I was surprised when he held and kissed me before he grasped me hard
with his hand.

     `You're the master tonight,' he said, his voice still held low as he
gave my erection a few rubs before he let go and rolled over onto his front
and raised up his bare arse to me. I didn't need telling what to do and
quickly got between his legs and shoved my cock straight up inside him.

     I didn't need goose grease as all of me was covered in sweat which was
good enough to help me slide into his body and so I held him tight under my
hands and fucked my titular master on our first night together as well as
it being my first time in fucking anybody.

     What a pleasure it was to come into a hot body instead of spending
myself onto the floor. I loved that tightness that surrounded my cock as I
slid back and forth inside, ploughing as deep a furrow as I could, now
understanding why Sir Gregory loved fucking me. I wished I could have gone
on longer but with the excitement of this being my first time in fucking a
body beneath me, I came much too soon but it was long enough for a first
time.

     He gave out a cry as I pulled myself out of him and lay my sweaty body
down over his back for a moment before rolling off onto the bed.

     `That was good Martin. The best I've had for a long time. Now it's my
turn,' he said as he rolled me over and I knew what to do and raised myself
up onto my knees and had him push his throbbing piece up into me. I was
grateful he was a boy like me and so he wasn't as big as his uncle and I
took him in without any pain at all.

     In fact I liked it when he fucked me and I used my inner muscle to
give him pleasure at the same time as what I was getting. Though I had
begun to like having Sir Gregory fuck me, this was much better as he seemed
to have more feeling for me as he pushed himself in and out. With a
tightening of his grip on my hips I knew he was going to spill his seed and
I wiggled my bum to give him an extra thrill as he came in fast stabbing
movements.

     `By all the Gods, that was great,' he said when he pulled out and fell
onto his back, still panting and covered in another layer of sweat. But I
knew my place and so got off the bed and went and brought a bowl of water,
cold, and a piece of cloth to wash him first before myself from both of us
having stuck our prick's up each other's backside. I dried us both with
another piece of cloth and then went and emptied the bowl out of the window
which was the normal practice, not giving a hoot if anyone was below or
not. William was already getting under the bed covers when I joined him.

     `That was lovely Martin,' he said when we snuggled down in the bed
together, `but remember that while we might be equals in bed, during the
day you must know your place.'

     `I understand perfectly Sir William,' I replied, and after taking a
deep breath, continued. `As long as you acknowledge that in the bedchamber
I am the master.' I gave him a kiss and held my breath for his answer as it
was a make or break situation for me.

     `Yes Martin,' he finally breathed out and kissed me again. `Now fuck
me again and show me.' So I did.

     The covers were thrown back and he went up onto his knees again but I
took my time now, savouring the sight of the bare cheeks of his bum before
me. The crease hiding the hole that my own prick now up and as hard as iron
was longing to find and fill. I spat into the palm of my hand as a
lubricant and parted those pale white cheeks to see my goal and without
using my hand to guide myself, placed the head of my now almost purple
coloured head to the orifice and pushed forward. I watched as his hole
widened and the head of my cock slowly start to disappear from sight, to
feel the warmth that began to surround me as I slowly moved in closer,
seeing the length of my prick move out of sight and my thighs came up tight
to his bum.

     It was a lovely slow fuck that I gave him, taking my time in my moving
in and out of him, feeling that all encompassing heat as I pulsated inside
him. He finally begged me to fuck him harder so that he could really feel
me both inside and out. I did as he asked and began to ram myself into him,
my thighs and balls slapping up against the cheeks of his bum as I fucked
him and held him as tight as I could as I came in many spurts to which he
cried out at every one swearing he could feel them all.

     He cried again at the loss when I pulled out, seeing that brown hole
pucker back to its original size before getting off the bed to go and wash
my prick. He was smiling at me as I got back onto the bed and after a kiss
he pushed my head down and I knew what he wanted and so I slid down and
took his throbbing organ into my mouth and sucked and used my hand until he
came shooting his load into my waiting throat. I swallowed it all and then
licked him clean before going back up into his arms to receive more kisses
than I'd ever been given before.

     Once the rules were set, we got on like a house on fire. During the
day I was his most trusted servant, seeing to all his needs and soon learnt
to anticipate them. But at night, he became my slave and did as I wanted
and so it wasn't long before we would be sucking on each other's cock as we
were both at that time of life when we could manufacture more sperm than
the greatest of bulls and needed to release it quite often.

     But apart from having each other every night in the privacy of his bed
chamber, I got to practice with him in all matters of fighting out in the
courtyard at the rear of the castle. This area was off limits to the
townsfolk and was really a training ground for knights and the men at arms.

     He, or I should say we, were under the tutelage of the captain of the
guard, to be trained in the use of all hand weapons. It was wooden swords
to begin with, to fight each other as he watched and kept pointing out the
faults, though these were directed more to William than to me. We broke
many of those wooden swords as we clashed together and it was then that I
determined to strengthen not just my right arm but the left as well and so
I began to find heavy objects to lift. First with both hands and then one
at a time to try and build up my strength. Though we were then using these
wooden swords, I would, when not fighting, pick up the heaviest of swords
and keep raising it up as my muscles firmed and my shoulders grew broader.

     The food we got in the castle was far better than what I'd ever got at
home and so I began to eat as much of this good food and then work off the
excess by practising with sword, axe, mace and then the lance. I also
needed the food to keep up my stamina when in bed at night with William. We
both believed in the fallacy that to take in the strength of another man,
read that as his sperm, it would double our own strength. So for many
nights we would have oral sex on each other at the same time but it wasn't
until later that I realised that we were only taking the strength from each
other at one end and then giving it back via the other, but it was still
good fun in the process. If we weren't having oral sex, we would use our
cocks as battering rams as we tried to get the most of our lengths into the
backside of the one being fucked. We both loved it, and would stay awake
half the night fucking each other.

     Then we would get a bollocking from the captain under whose
supervision we were the following morning by fighting like two tired
whores, which I suppose that was about the right thing to come up with. It
spite of this, we were getting better all the time in the various aspects
of our combat together. But at night when we wrestled, I soon caught onto
his ploy of letting me win so that he could become my slave in bed and let
me dictate the terms of how we had sex together.

     We sucked and fucked every night and would even kiss each other during
the day when we found ourselves alone in a castle room. Though I was master
of the bed chamber, we still did to each other mostly what he
desired. During the day, I was the most humble of servants and quite often
a wink would pass between us and though we carried on this charade, it
became apparent that I was slowly becoming the master in everything that
required any decisions that had to be made.

     As we practiced in our hand to hand combat, we began to be loaded, at
intervals, with armour as well as now handling metal swords. First it was
the helmet until we got used to only having the vision through the slits to
see our opponent. Then came the arm guards before we started wearing
breastplates and it became bad having to sweat inside that oven of
iron. I'm pleased to say that they had to make me three different top parts
of the suit as I grew. Not only was I growing taller but wider too,
especially across the shoulders through my weight lifting. There was one
secret to this that I held back from both William and the captain, and that
I was also teaching myself to use a sword in my left hand as well as my
right.

     William was also growing at the same time as I was but not as broad in
the chest and arms as myself, though the one place we both grew at an even
pace was with our dicks. Not only was our age anything to do with it, it
was our constant use of them that made them bigger, thicker and heavier and
a much better tool for the fucking of each other.

     We weren't very far apart in the matter of our height though I think I
outweighed him when he became sixteen whilst I was still only fifteen. I
was now more than ever convinced as I lay on top of William after having a
lovely fucking session between us, that he was in fact my half brother. I
was now seeing myself, well almost, in his face as I kissed him and we
melded our tongues together as our mouths met in the kissing.

                                                           *

     With him now sixteen, we began to learn about horses, the caring of
them and the eventual riding of them. First without armour and then
with. Without lance and then with. Hoops, shields and straw figures we ran
at with our lances for nearly four months before the captain would let us
have at each other.

     Then came the further lessons of handling the horse and lance at the
same time. Where to strike the other man for the best effect and last but
not least, to study the opponent to find out his style of riding up to the
point of the strike. To watch and see if we could find where his weakness
lay. Did he lift his head up at the last moment before impact or did it go
down? Was his visor wide enough to see your arm movements if you adjusted
your lance during the flight towards each other? There were many other
small things that we had to learn about jousting in the lists.

     That was just using the lance while on horseback. There was still the
sword, axe and mace to contend with and this relied on us being able to
control the horse to move in the way we wanted by just the use of our knees
and thighs. When to tell it to turn, either left or right. Stop or move
faster in the turn to enable you to come up behind your opponent by being
quicker in that turn. The training and learning never seemed to end.

     The biggest advantage Sir William had as he was now being constantly
referred to by everybody, was that his squire, me, had trained with him as
well. This meant that I knew all there was to know and could possibly see
something in an opponent that the other knight's squire might not see in
Sir William. It was during this period that I found out we had an opponent
that we wouldn't see in the lists.

                                                           *