Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2012 11:08:40 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Once a Knight. Part Three
Part Three
Now William had two sets of armour whereas I only had one and because
I had damaged my helmet one day, I went and took the spare one of
William's. This was a grand thing that was highly polished and had a high
red crest running across the top, and I was wearing this when I went into
the stables.
Christ! The blow I took to the head nearly took it off my shoulders
and it knocked down the visor as I staggered enough to one side to miss the
next blow. My assailant was in armour and his face was obscured by the down
visor on his helmet so I couldn't say who it was that was attacking me.
Even with the blow to the head and my staggering off to one side, I
was still clear of mind to draw my sword in time to parry the next blow. I
was able to fight a retreating battle back towards the tack room but took a
blow to my right arm that cut me and I dropped my sword.
I ducked beneath his swing and picked up my sword with my left
hand. I then made some amateur style parries with my left handed wielded
sword and my attacker thought that he now had the upper hand in this
clashing of swords. He came in at me with the wrong attack that left him
wide open and I then struck his sword aside with strength and pierced him
up through the gap underneath his right arm, the blade going in deep and up
into his neck.
He was dead before he hit the ground and I had killed my first man. My
right arm was hurting me but I was still able to use it to get his helmet
off but didn't recognise the face of the man that had tried to kill me. It
wasn't until I took off the helmet I was wearing did I realise that it
wasn't me he was trying to kill, but William. As our horses were closest to
the tack room where the dead man now lay, I dragged the body of my
assailant into the horse box and into a corner where I covered him up with
straw for the time being. Let whoever sent him out to kill William wonder
where his man had got to.
William himself dressed my arm wound that night as I didn't want
anybody to know of how I came to be wounded like that, and because of this,
we didn't have one of our usual wrestling matches but just made slow love
to each other. He was most solicitous in his tending of me and quickly
roused me up and took me into his mouth to my groans of utter pleasure. But
before I came I got him to turn round on the bed so that I could lay on my
left side and see to him at the same time.
I now loved this form of sex, slowly taking the head of a throbbing
penis into my mouth to feel the heat from it and to feel it quiver when I
tongued the eye. To hold that hard shaft near the base and move the silken
skin up and down the hard solid muscle beneath as I could feel the foreskin
stretch in my mouth exposing more of the head for me to rake with my
teeth. As I was seeing to William, he was mirroring what I was doing to him
and so it gave one the impression that I was sucking and chewing on my own
rampant cock. Then came the surge as the point of no return was reached
when nothing on earth can stop that emission when it starts to come boiling
up the whole tube that could be felt, to erupt into my mouth.
My top blew at the same time and we both savoured the spurting spray
into our waiting mouths and throats, to hold until the outpourings finished
to then swill it round the mouth and tongue like an oyster. They say it's
only a small amount of seed that comes out but when it's in the mouth, it
feels like a tankard full. Then you get to taste the flavour of a previous
meal, whether too much salt or herbs was taken in before swallowing the lot
before beginning the process of cleaning that now shiny head clean of any
residue, not forgetting to work the tongue under the foreskin.
It was only after we had finished did I tell him that he, or both of
us were in mortal danger and explained exactly what had happened down at
the stables which I had refused to talk about earlier. I needed the sexual
relief from the massive erection I had acquired from actually killing a
man.
`Who would want to kill me in my own castle?' he asked and I shook my
head at his naivety.
`Who's been running your castle for nearly ten years now as though
it's his?
`Sir Gregory?' he asked in disbelief.
`Well that's who I think it is though I can't prove it. Come, while
it's still dark, help me get rid of the body of that man. Maybe you will
recognise him.' So after a quick kiss, we got dressed in dark clothing and
made our way down to the stables. The body was still there in the corner
and with a shaded lantern, William looked at the dead man and shook his
head, not knowing who the man had been. So we dragged the body out to the
cess pit in the yard where the latrines ran to and I removed the wooden
cover and held my breath at the stench that came up from the black pit. We
rolled the body over the edge into it and heard the squelch as he hit the
surface about fifteen foot down.
`He'll sink with all that armour on and nobody's going to want to try
and look in here for him,' I said as we pulled the cover back over the
hole.
We went back to our chamber and got back into bed and I found that the
little adventure had roused William, for his cock was as hard as a pike
staff. At his entreaty to relieve him, I went up onto my knees and had him
slide up into me and give me a good fucking to release the tension that was
inside him. I liked this young body behind and on top fucking me instead of
that ogre Sir Gregory with his big fat prick.
With having William fucking me and feeling him throbbing inside,
roused me too and so when he'd finished with me, I ordered him to suck me
off which he liked doing. His mouth was hot and he also liked to play with
my balls as he did so. It didn't take me long to come and fill his mouth
and watch him smile as he swallowed it all in one go before coming up and
kissing me.
*
I studied Sir Gregory the next day but didn't see any signs of alarm
or worry at William's appearance at breakfast and I later told William that
the best thing for us was to leave the castle for awhile. And as he was by
now a fully trained knight, wouldn't it be a good idea to travel around the
country and gain some practical experience in the lists?
Sir Gregory was all for this idea though I think he secretly hoped
that William would be killed whilst jousting, so he saw to it that we had
enough funds to keep us going for some time until we could win a few
purses. We took three horses and a cart drawn by another and driven by a
page who was a de Fontaine retainer by the name of Maurice. We also took
along a herald called Frank though his name really was François. It was his
job to go ahead of us just before we arrived at an event where jousting was
part of the programme and announce Sir William de Fontaine as wishing to
enter the lists. He also announced the name every time that William took to
horse when the time came for him to joust with an opponent.
A big party was held before our departure and I had all of William's
food and drink tasted before I would let him eat or drink while at the
banquet. We planned to be away for two years until William was twenty one
and would come back to take his rightful place as Lord of Fontaine
Castle. This was a subtle threat to Sir Gregory that seemed to wash over
him as he bade us farewell and many victories in the lists.
*
By starting at the smaller tournaments, we were more than well
trained to win either the jousting or foot combat and so gain the
experience needed to move on to bigger and more profitable tours. In our
travelling cart we carried two tents as well as utensils for eating. One
tent was for William and myself and the other for Maurice and Frank, and at
every night's stop we made and while the other two were setting up the
tents and seeing to the evening meal, William and I would practice. At
these night stops I would put out snares after checking the area for rabbit
runs and in the morning would often find them with a dead rabbit which
became the main ingredient in our stews. We heard on our journey of a
tourney further south and Frank went on ahead to put down William's name to
enter and we arrived there the day before it began.
With the tents up and us having eaten, we retired early and I had a
hard job of settling William down he was such a bag of nerves on the eve of
his first real test in the lists. I sucked on his cock and made him fuck me
to make him feel at ease and finally finished up by fucking him three times
during the night to exhaust him enough to get some sleep.
I let him sleep on the next morning for as long as I could before
waking him up for some food and drink. After which, I gave him a strip
wash, covering his naked body with cold water as I washed him down and
helped him dress in his finest, well second best finery before helping him
on with his armour. With him clean, dressed and ready, except for the
helmet which he would only put on when he mounted his horse, we held each
other and had a long kiss before walking out of our tent. These tents were
large enough for us to walk out instead of having to bend down though he
would have had to if he'd worn his helmet.
While William watched the first of the jousts start, I wandered along
to some of the other tents to talk to other squires to ask about William's
opponent, one Sir Bryan of Townley. I found out that he was fat and nearly
forty and very slow in getting his horse up to full speed in the lists. It
was enough for me to wander back and advise William to go out at full speed
at the outset before Sir Bryan was settled in his saddle.
Our turn came up and Frank was out there in the middle of the field
with another herald to announce the names of the next combatants. While
this was going on, I helped William settle his helmet on his head and
helped him up onto the mounting block to get astride his horse. The horse
skittered a little as the full weight of William settled down on its back
though Maurice held tight onto the reins until William was ready to take
them. I then carried the lance and led the horse to our end of the lists
and on the order to prepare, handed up the lance to William and told him to
go straight off at the start.
When the white flag halfway down by the stands was dropped, William
dug his heels into the side of the horse. The heels of his boots were, like
mine, studded with fairly sharp studs that was a real incentive for the
horse to move off fast. William was halfway down his side of the list and
lowered his lance before his opponent had reached only a quarter of the
length on his side. He was also slow in bringing down his lance and
therefore was caught unprepared as the blunted end of William's lance
struck squarely in the middle of the other man's chest, unseating him
without his lance ever being down at the ready.
William cantered back as Sir Bryan was helped up off the turf and he
threw me the lance as he came up to the block to dismount.
`Did you see that?' he enthused as soon as he took off his
helmet. `Caught him dead centre and he never even touched me!' His eyes
were alight and dancing about in his head, his face was flushed and covered
in sweat as he strode off to our tent and had me quickly get the armour off
as well as his tunic for he was that excited at his first win, he had a
raging hard on and there was only one way of getting rid of it and showing
his exuberance was for him to fuck me.
In this I was more than happy to oblige and by God, he was like a
bull. Hard and the biggest I'd ever seen him and quickly lifted my tunic
and bent over our bed and let him enter me. He roughly pushed himself in
and savagely fucked me so much so that I even drooled at this lovely
reaming of my backside. Such was his happiness at this first win that when
he pulled out, quickly bent over for me to do the same to him. I took him
the same way as he had me and I think he enjoyed it as much as I did.
We were both covered in sweat as we kissed after pulling out of him,
leaving the washing of ourselves for a little while longer as we clung to
each other and hugged at the victory. There was little time left for much
more as we had had to get him washed and dressed for his next bout.
I didn't have time to check out the opponent this time but William
triumphed by unseating this rider too and so I was fucked again for the
second time within an hour, mind you, he was too. Both Maurice and Frank
were jubilant at our success and the latter couldn't wait to go to the
assessor at the end of the day's tourney to find out how much we had
won. This was worked out by the man assessing the value of the horse and
armour of the man defeated who either had to give this up or buy it back
from the victor. The loser generally paid up in silver rather that lose the
means of fighting in another tournament. Of this, about fifteen per cent
went to the organisers of the event with the winner getting the balance.
Frank came back with a purse full of silver and he and Maurice were
happy to receive one piece of silver each to spend or save. This one coin
amounted to at least six months pay if they worked at the castle so they
were quite happy with what they got. William wanted to give me half of what
was left but I refused saying that we should save what we had just won in
case we lost at the next jousting. It wasn't much to begin with but it was
much better than losing the equivalent amount.
Our loving in the tent that night was all the much sweeter having had
our first two fights a victory and we saluted each other with our erect
pricks before paying homage to the other as we bent our heads and sucked on
them.
Frank, while we'd been at this place had also found out another two
venues that we could appear at, and so the next morning after breakfast,
the tents were struck and stowed away and off we went. We travelled for
three days to the next fighting place and had another two victories to add
to our now growing hoard of silver.
*
I think it was at our tenth tournament that William badly scalded his
right hand. We'd had pitched the tents early and a stew was cooking on the
fire when he thought he was helping by adding an extra log to the fire. His
action dislodged the pot and it tipped towards him and he tried to prevent
it going over but failed as the stew spilled out over the rim onto his
upturned right palm. He screamed out at the pain and of course let go of
the hot pot and had the rest of the contents flow out catching him more
so. By the time Maurice had got some cold water, blisters had already
started to appear. These were burst to let out the fluid and Maurice found
some soothing unguent which was put on some cloth and wrapped round his
hand.
The downside of this apart from his hurting hand was that Frank had
already entered William's name in two jousts and one foot combat for the
next day. Also, William was down for two jousts and two foot combats on the
following day, this being a two day tourney. The scald was bad enough for
him to be unable to hold either sword or lance properly and if we
forfeited, we would lose the equivalent of four horses and five sets of
armour. That was the penalty for defaulting or losing. Of course, these
things were always sold back to the original owner so what you really lost
was quite a bit of money.
It was another two hours and now getting dark when we got round to
eating the second stew that Maurice and Frank had made and we discussed
what we should do to avert this calamity. It was Frank who came up with the
idea of a switch.
`I've seen the pair of you practising out on this trip and in the
castle. You're evenly matched.'
`Don't be stupid Frank,' William said. `Martin would be hung if it was
found out he was impersonating a knight in the lists and you and Maurice
too for aiding and abetting him.'
`Who would know?' he countered. `Nobody here knows what you look like
sir.'
`That's a good point sir,' put in Maurice.
`I can't put the two of you at risk,' William said. `Or that of
Martin,' he added, putting his good hand on my arm. The gesture was noted
by the pair of them but didn't raise any eyebrows for both of them knew
that William and I were lovers as they were too. William and I had both
recognised the sounds that sometimes came from their tent in the middle of
a quiet night.
`Isn't it for Martin to say one way or another?' Frank asked, and all
eyes turned towards me and I got this sudden urge to want to fight and
uphold the honour of the de Fontaine name in the lists.
`If Frank and Maurice are willing to risk their necks on me not being
found out, I'll risk mine too,' I said. I got claps on the back from the
other two while William looked at me in amazement for agreeing to this.
`Are you sure Martin?' William asked his hand still on my arm, his
eyes had an alarmed look in them which I saw soften and change to what I
like to think was love when I nodded yes.
`It looks like I'm to be a squire for the next two days then,' said
William as he looked round at our grinning faces.
`I'm sure that Martin will acquit himself sir, but it's up to you not
to let something slip out when you meet other squires, for they might say
some bad things, so don't take umbrage and get on your high horse, if
you'll excuse me for talking this way,' Frank said.
`No Frank. You're quite right. If you're all risking your necks, I'll
watch my tongue.'
So with that settled, we turned in to our respective tents and William
took me straight into his arms and kissed me and I saw tears in his eyes.
`Don't get hurt Martin,' he whispered into my ear. `I couldn't bear to
lose you.' If this wasn't a declaration of love, well. Thankfully his hand
didn't stop us from fucking each other before we kissed and said goodnight
before going to sleep.
*
The day dawned on this my first time at fighting in a tournament. It
was exhilarating to put on William's plumed helmet though I wore my own
armour as I was now much broader in the shoulder than him. Then to climb
onto my charger and be led to the end of the run where our shield was up on
display and be handed my lance and see my opponent down at the other end
ready to do battle.
I didn't have time to feel any fear and concentrated on watching the
other man as the flag went down and we charged off towards each other,
lances coming down so that the blunted end was aimed directly at the centre
of the chest.
The shock as we met was felt in many places all at once as our lances
struck and were splintered. The first was to my right arm and shoulder as
my lance hit him square in the chest. The next, just a fraction of a second
later was the blow to the left side of my chest as his lance struck
me. This was followed instantly to the jarring of my spine and my thighs as
I was forced back in the saddle by the blow and then the pressure I had to
exert on my legs to retain my seat on the horse.
I got a cheer from my "squire" and claps and shouts from the other two
as I turned my horse at the far end and they came running up to see if I
was alright and give me a fresh lance.
`His head came up just before impact,' William called up to me. `His
head is just high enough for you to unseat him if you hit him high up on
the chest.' I hadn't noticed this in my charge as there is very little you
can see through that narrow slit in the helmet and so I took his advice.
Our horses were skittering about as we held up our lances to show that
we were ready at both ends and the flag went down again. We raced off
towards each other and as the lances came down, aimed at the other
horseman, I kept my head steady and concentrated on both the end of my
lance and my opponents head.
I felt the shock of his lance on my chest again but had the
satisfaction of seeing my lance catch him just under the chin and take him
right out of the saddle to disappear from my sight and by the cheers from
the crowd, knew he was down on the ground.
I was flushed with the excitement of my first win and I knew now how
William had felt, and like him, had got a massive erection. We couldn't
wait to get my armour off in our tent for he knew exactly what I was
feeling and wanted. When it was revealed at just how big and hard I was, he
quickly stripped of his tunic. God, that was a lovely fuck, having him
bending over and seeing his white bum ready to take my throbbing organ and
the seed that was in my fired up balls beneath it. I plunged straight into
him to his cry of delight and really reamed him as I slapped my thighs up
against the cheeks of his bum. I shouted out as I came, holding him tight
to me as my hips of their own volition jerked hard up inside him to send
the stream of sperm in deep. He too cried out with joy at the same time and
I'm sure the other two heard our cries as we had sometimes heard theirs at
the peak of their coming together.
On my second joust I unseated the rider on the first pass much to the
joy of William and the others which then took care of the morning for it
was the hand to hand combat in the afternoon. That lasted just seven
minutes of two handed swinging of the sword to beat my opponent back in a
ferocious attack that had him back treading all the time until he lost his
sword and admitted defeat. God, did I sweat in those seven minutes. I must
have lost half a stone in that time and I'm glad it finished early for I
don't know if I could have kept up that onslaught for much longer.
I was heartily congratulated by the others at my three wins which made
it a profitable day for us. Tired and exhausted as I was, I was still able
to see to William well enough and then have the pleasure of having him
enter me and then of my lying flat down on our bed with him tight up inside
me to fuck me whilst in this position. With his weight lying on my back he
said that he had felt more pressure around his cock and that it made for a
wonderful fuck and I was pleased that he had enjoyed it, but the tiredness
overtook me and I couldn't reciprocate.
I was out there again the next day for one joust and one hand to hand
in the morning and won both and had the same again in the afternoon and
acquitted myself that the others had been right in me taking William's
place for it was a complete victory and they were all ecstatic at the
purse's we received.
We moved on through two other tournaments and with me acting as Sir
William de Fontaine, beat my opponents with both lance and sword, and it
was at the third one, which was about three weeks after the scalding that
William felt fit enough to take up the reins again. But to be on the safe
side, we only entered him into one of the lists for there was another
tourney scheduled only a day's journey away for which we wanted to enter.
So William took his rightful place but it took three passes before he
was able to be declared the winner. I checked his right hand afterwards and
wasn't happy about it but he said it was okay and so we travelled on to the
next tourney where he lost. Okay, we paid up but it was still a blow to us
that William had lost his first fight and I stifled the urge to remind him
of that first night we came together when I told him that he had to learn
how to lose first before concentrating on the winning.
But it wasn't only his hand that had let him down, it was also
tiredness with only having one day between the fights and that day spent
travelling. They were too close together and so it was decided that because
I had shown that I was more than capable in handling the lance and sword
that we would switch places between events. This agreement we adhered to
even though sometimes there could be a whole week between tournaments.
We arrived at one tournament that was to be a two day event and we
pitched out tent the day before it began and after supper, William and I
went to our bed. This bed I call it was really just a good solid flat frame
that had strips of leather interwoven across and down it and sewn together
like thongs. Being flat it was easy to lay in the bottom of the cart. When
the tent was erected, four chests would be placed on the ground and this
frame laid on them and on top of this would be a big linen bag that was
stuffed with hay. We each had a pillow made of the same and to cover the
bed we had several large quilts though in the summer we didn't use them but
needed them for the winter nights. The bedding for the other two was of a
coarse sacking stuffed with straw, much the same as I'd had at my home when
I was a boy, rather a nuisance for the straw kept coming through the
sacking and scratching your body.
We went to bed this night, William and I, naked, for it was summertime
and we again explored each other's body. I loved taking hold of his
erection, feeling the softness of the outer skin that sheathed the hard
muscle underneath. Pulling down on it to make the foreskin slide back to
expose the head that when erect was a fiery red from the blood pulsing
round it. This pulse I could also feel in my hand and I would lean over and
make him squirm by gently blowing into the eye of his cock.
Then to take the head into my mouth and suck and run my tongue round
it which sent him all of aquiver. Sometimes we did it together at the same
time lying head to tail as it were, but tonight we were having each other
separately. I loved to feel the heat from his cock throbbing in my mouth as
I slowly worked my hand up and down on him, sometimes raking the exposed
head with my teeth to make him shudder. It never took long before he began
to squirm and I would begin to move my head faster and then feel the surge
of sperm start to come up through his cock as his body would go almost
rigid and his hips would start to move up to my downward head movements.
Then the head of his cock would expand even more as his seed burst out
of the eye for me to catch and move to the side of my cheeks as more than
one eruption would come to fill my mouth and I would hold him fast as he
bucked and face fucked me and it was only when he slumped back down on the
bed would I roll his sperm round in my mouth, coating the cock head with it
before I swallowed the lot. The other nice part was the licking and sucking
of him to clean up the residue of his coming.
By the time I'd finished working on him like this, my own piece would
be throbbing so much that it hurt. He wanted me to fuck him instead of
sucking on me and so he went up onto his knees as I rose up behind him and
got between his legs. I spat onto my hand and rubbed it over the head of my
throbbing cock and parted the cheeks of his pale white bum to see in the
dim light, his puckered ring piece that was my target.
Putting the head of my cock there, I would use my body to hold it in
position for me to then grasp his hips with both hands and then slowly push
myself forward to have the pleasure of feeling his sphincter muscle strain
and widen as my cock entered him, the tightness of him surrounded my cock
as I slid further in till my thighs met his body and I was fully embedded
inside him. Then by just moving my hips while holding him firm, I would
fuck him, feeling the constant pressure all round my cock as I moved back
and forth inside. It was lovely and I would keep up this movement till I
felt my own seed start to boil up in my balls.
Sometimes we would ram into each other as though trying to get our
pricks up out of the others' mouth but tonight, I just gave him short sharp
jabs with my short blunt sword and had the release flow up out of my cock
as I filled his backside with my sperm. I finished off by grinding my hips
hard to his bum as I held him tight up against me before finally releasing
him and pulling out, with him giving out a whimper at this loss of flesh.
I got off the bed and washed myself from the bowl of water we had in
the tent for this purpose and after drying myself got back onto the bed and
into his arms.
`That was lovely Martin,' he said as he kissed me, holding me tight
and hugging me. `Tell me, have you ever had a woman?'
`No. Have you?'
`Yes, twice. That was before we got together,' he replied.
`What was it like?' I asked.
`Softer, wetter and though I felt more muscles inside, it wasn't as
tight and strong as you,' he said as he ran his hand lightly down over my
bicep. `Would you like to try one? To find out the difference. I'm sure we
could get one at this tournament. There's always some women who would like
to be fucked by a knight, though this one could have two for the price of
one,' he chuckled. I felt a stirring in my loins for I'd often thought
about this and wondered what it would be like and here William was giving
me the chance to find out the difference for myself.
`Well if you can get one to come to our tent, yes, I would,' I
said. So with the thought of fucking a woman for the first time, drifted
off to sleep in the arms of the man I now loved as I knew he loved me.
*