Date: Sun, 21 Sep 2008 05:46:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Soldiers and Boys in Wartime - Part 2"

Soldiers and Boys in Wartime - Part 2
By Bill

Story 2: The Knight Takes a New Page
Date: 1190 AD, at the beginning of the Third Crusade
Army: The gathering forces of King Richard I of England
Location: An encampment outside the port of Dover, in southeastern England


"... et lux perpetua luceat eis."  Sir Gualter of Hexham
closed the small prayer book from which he had been reading
aloud, and he watched as two of his vassal yeomen shoveled
dirt into Toby's grave.  Death was all too familiar to any
man who had seen war, and a quick end to young lives came
as often from disease in the encampment as from encounters
with the enemy on the battlefield.  Gualter's page had been
a healthy 14-year-old lad one day, had sniffles and a fever
the next, was on his deathbed struggling for breath the day
after, and in his grave the day after that.

The knight hadn't grieved over Toby's death, nor would he.
His thoughts were instead focused on the need to find a
suitable replacement, as it was almost time for the
assembling army to set sail for France... and from there
journey to the Holy Land to fight against the Mohammedans.
Toby hadn't been much to look at, but he'd been a good
page... diligent in carrying out his official functions,
and discrete (so far as Gualter was aware) regarding the
unofficial personal duties that the knight required of him.

There was no time to send for a boy from one of the vassal
families on Gualter's manor in far-off Northumberland, so
he was greatly relieved when the local baron generously
agreed to let him have his pick of the local boys for the
duration of the crusade.  It would be a peasant boy, of
course. Sir Gualter was too low in the feudal hierarchy to
have a noble-born lad as his page... and his status and
wealth were insufficient to take on a squire (a wellborn
older youth, age 15 to 20, apprenticed to become a knight).
But Toby had been a peasant too, as were the four other
pages who had served Gualter in the dozen years since he
had simultaneously come of age at 21, attained knighthood,
and gained the inheritance left by his deceased father.

The word spread quickly in the town of Dover and the nearby
villages, that Gualter would pay 10 shillings up front to
the parents of the boy chosen.  The page would be returned
after the military campaign was over – perhaps as short a
time as a single year.  Ten shillings was quite a
substantial amount for a peasant family in 12th century
England, but Gualter figured it would bring him the best of
the lot from which to choose.  And judging from the crowd
of boys and parents who gathered the next morning outside
the knight's tent in the encampment, the offer had
succeeded all too well.  The knight sent for Old Jim, the
most sensible of the five yeomen he'd been required to
bring from his manor to provide manpower for the crusading
army, and gave him instructions to reduce the number of
candidates.

"Send away any boy who is too young or too old.  I'll take
one old enough to be a squire, but I'll not have a page
with whiskers sprouting on his chin or upper lip.  And I
need a boy who's strong enough, so turn away any younger
than 13 years... no; make it 12.  Talk to each of them
briefly, and send away any dolts.  Those who are left,
send them for a run around the perimeter of the encampment.
I'm not necessarily looking for the swiftest, but rather
those who do it in good time, but without ending up
exhausted.  And it wouldn't hurt to have a page who is
comely in appearance," he added.  "Use your judgment, and
send them in to me one at a time, the best of them first."

Old Jim seemed to favor brawn over cleverness and looks in
his selections.  After rejecting the first four boys sent
in, Gualter was despairing of getting a page with the right
combination of qualities.  He might have to settle for one
who met all of his needs... but not all of his desires.

As one boy left the tent and the next boy entered, the
knight's eyebrows lifted.  The new boy was comely indeed!
Not very tall.  But his face... there was no other word for
it than "beautiful".

"Come here, boy, and stand in front of me."  Gualter was
seated in a sturdy armchair and spoke in the Saxon dialect.
He was almost as conversant in the peasants' tongue as in
the Norman French dialect that all of England's aristocracy
still spoke.

"Yes sir!" replied the boy, as he walked forward with a
self-assured manner.

"What do they call you?"

"Tom, son of Ned, sir."

The boy's voice was just beginning its change... wavering
erratically between the sweet treble tones of boyhood and
the lower range of a mature youth.  But Sir Gualter was
entranced by the sound, thinking to himself that it sounded
perfect in its imperfection.

"Alright then, Tom.  I'll start off with some questions to
test your knowledge and cleverness.  Tell me the months of
the year."  For an illiterate peasant boy, it wasn't an
easy question, but Tom rattled off the months correctly.

"Can you name for me the books of the New Testament?"

"Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, Acts of the Apostles...."  The
boy recited them all flawlessly, even doing a reasonable
job of pronouncing the difficult Greek-derived names.

"Now let's see if you have a head for numbers.  If you were
tending 18 cows and you were given 13 more to tend, how
many would be in the whole herd.  Answer quickly, and don't
use your fingers."

"That's a lot of cows for one boy to tend, sir!" said Tom
with a cheerful smile.  He looked up at the tent's ceiling
for a few seconds and scrunched his face.  "I think it's
31, sir."

"Exactly so," said the knight.  "Tell me what tasks you are
good at.  What do you do in a day?"

"Well, sir; I gather firewood from the forest, and tend the
family garden, and I'm right good at setting snares to
catch food.  I go down to the sea to get mussels off the
rocks.  I know how to swim too, and go into the ocean every
day that the air's warm.  And I serve 2 days a week on the
work crews to tend his lordship's fields and castle."

"Have you ever worked with horses?"

"Why yes, sir!  I've worked many a day in his lordship's
stables... shoveling out the stalls, brushing the beasts.
The head groom even let me walk his lordship's best steed
a few times!"

So far so good, thought Gualter to himself.  "Now take off
your tunic, and let me see how sturdy you are in your chest
and arms."

The barefoot boy began untying the rope that cinched the
waist of his simple knee-length garment, and then paused.
"I haven't any britches underneath, sir," said.  "Is that
alright?"

The man made a bored-looking expression and gestured with
his hand to wordlessly convey:  "Just hurry up and do what
you're told."

"Yes, sir.  Sorry, sir."  The tunic slipped over his head,
and Tom stood completely nude, his body surprisingly clean
for a peasant boy.

Gualter kept his face impassive as he stood up to inspect
the boy, but his heart began to beat faster in his chest,
and he felt his cock twitch.  Though he was short in
stature - 3 handbreadths shorter than the knight - Tom had
sturdy shoulders, a healthy-looking chest, and a tight
belly.  What especially interested Gualter, however, were
the boy's shapely buttocks and beguiling genitals.  His
penis was very pleasing in form and more mature than the
man had anticipated, with the suggestion of a handsome
cock-head beneath its sheath of foreskin.  And his plump
balls, over half-way to maturity in size, dangled in a
soft sack. Though there was no public hair other than the
softest blond fuzz, Tom's sexual parts had clearly started
their adolescent growth spurt ahead of the rest of his
body.

The man stood directly in front of the boy, looking down on
him.  "Flex the muscle of your right arm," he instructed.
The boy flexed his bicep, and Sir Gualter felt it with his
hand.  There wasn't much bulk to it, but he could feel its
wiry strength.  The man then ran his hands across Tom's
chest, along his shoulders, and down his back... stopping
just before he reached the firm butt.  "You seem to be
reasonably fit.  Tell me Tom... do you truly wish to be my
page, or was it your parents' choice for you to come here
this morning?"

"Oh, I do sir!  It was me that heard the news yesterday,
and I ran to ask them if I could do it.  I'd very much like
to be your page, sir, and go off on an adventure!"

"Adventure there will be, but there will also be danger,
and more often days of drudgery.  My page is my personal
servant, tending to all my needs, including dressing me in
the morning, and undressing me at night.  Could you do
everything I require of you and not waver or complain?"

"Yes, sir!" said Tom proudly, feeling for the first time
that he might actually get selected.  "I will do whatever
I'm told and never complain."

"Very good.  Now... do you know what chain-mail is, boy?"

"I think so, sir."

"That bundle in the corner there holds my suit of mail.  It
is a coat and hood made entirely of small metal rings, and
it's heavier than it looks.  I'll be wearing it whenever
there is even the slightest chance of conflict.  Go over
and pick up the bundle and bring it back here."

As the boy walked to the other side of the large tent,
Gualter studied the enticing manner with which his slender
rounded butt moved.  The man's attention turned to the
swaying of Tom's downward-pointing penis as the boy
returned carrying the 45-pound bundle of chain-mail wrapped
in canvass and tied with a cord.

"As a test of your strength and endurance," said the
knight, "hold it over your head – arms straight up – as we
continue to talk."

"Yes, sir."

As the lad hoisted the bundle above his head, wobbling only
a bit to balance it, Gualter's hands returned to the boy's
lean body. "I am pleased with you, Tom," he said, as his
left hand slid down the boy's straining arm, across his
hairless armpit, down his back, and cupped the curve of his
smooth butt cheek.  The right hand went directly to the
boy's crotch, cupping Tom's balls as if weighing them, and
then rolling them in his hand.

"How old are you, boy?"

Tom flinched slightly at the intimate touch, and his voice
caught for a moment as he tried to speak, cracking as he
said "I'm 13, sir."

"Your eggs have dropped down nicely, and you're well on
your way to becoming a man.  Yes; I think you have the
potential to be my page."   The knight's fingers moved up
to toy briefly with the end of the foreskin, pulling it
forward and rolling the soft warm flesh with his
fingertips.

Tom's sharp inhalation of breath made a soft gasp, and his
face flushed, but he didn't waver from his task of holding
up the bundled suit of mail.

Then Gualter's hand wrapped around the boy's penis, which
had already begun pulsing itself erect with the urgency
typical of boys in early puberty.  As casually as if
examining livestock, Gualter retracted the foreskin.  The
sheath rolled back smoothly and fully to reveal a rosy
cock-head, its ridge slightly broader than the cock-shaft.
When the man let go, the boy's cock was completely stiff,
pointing straight up; and it looked... exquisite!  Shaped
like a smaller version of an older youth's cock, its
foreskin staying back to proudly display the handsome
glans, it was almost 5 inches [12 cm] in length and nicely
filled out in girth.

Now Tom's face was blushing a deep red from embarrassment.
"I'm sorry sir!  I didn't mean to get the horn like that!"

"You needn't be concerned. It shows you're a good healthy
lad – just the kind I'm looking for," said Gualter calmly.
"I'm going to ask you some personal questions now, and you
must answer truthfully and completely.  I can tell when
someone is lying or holding back information.  Do you
understand?"

"Yes, sir," said Tom nervously, his muscles trembling
slightly from holding the weight above his head.

Gualter did indeed have a knack for reading people's faces,
and he believed that peasants were particularly incompetent
when it came to disguising their lies... all the more so
when under stress.

"Do you wank your cock, boy?"

"Why sir!  I would never...."

The man put his index finger against the boy's lips,
cutting short the denial.  "Remember.  I can tell if you
are lying."  His voice was calm and kind... but firm.
Sir Gualter's hand returned to the lad's rigid erection,
squeezing it rhythmically with his fingers as his thumb
glided delicately across the exposed cock-head.   The man
noted with satisfaction that a small bead of fluid was
forming in the slit, and he rubbed it around with his
thumb.

"Y-yes, sir.  I-I-I s-sometimes w-wank it, sir."  Tom was
struggling with the triple ordeals of his embarrassment,
the growing strain of holding up the heavy bundle, and
the intense sexual stimulation of the man's fondling hand.
Sweat was beading on his forehead.

"Does your cock spurt seed when you wank?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"Do you wank in the company of other boys?"

Tom had a pained expression on his face as he nodded his
head up and down.

"Tell me what you and your friends do when you are naked
and randy together."  Gualter was smiling warmly and
knowingly as he asked this, and that seemed to ease some of
the boy's embarrassment.

"We... we sometimes feel each other's stiff parts, sir."
He paused to see if the knight's face would express
disapproval.  It didn't.  "And wank off all together-like.
Me and my best mate, Bob... we sometimes trade off wanking
each other's cocks til they spurt off."

"You're doing very well, Tom.  Just a few more questions
and then you can let the bundle down.  Have you ever taken
a stiff cock in your mouth, or had it done to you?"

Tom looked at the knight with honest confusion.  "In my
mouth, sir?  Why, no sir!"  Gaulther could tell he'd
honestly never heard of such a thing.

"Have you ever been buggered... or done it to another boy?"

"Oh, no sir!" said Tom emphatically.

Too bad, thought Gualter.  He would just as soon take a boy
who was not a total virgin with his mouth and ass.  But in
all other respects, Young Master Tom Ned-son was ideal.  At
least he knew what "bugger" meant.  That was something.

"Alright.  You can put the bundle down now."  The knight
released his hand from the boy's erection and settled back
into his chair.

Tom was breathing heavily and sweating profusely as he let
the chain mail down onto the ground, but he felt
exhilarated.  He looked at Gualter expectantly, awaiting
his next instruction.

"Get dressed," said the man.  "You'll start your service as
my page this evening, after you've had a chance to say your
farewells.  Go find your parents and bring them to me.
Quickly now!"


That evening, well after darkness had fallen...

The knight and his new page-boy made their way back to the
tent after feasting at the castle of the local baron.  The
assemblage of knights, each with a page or squire, had been
too great for the banquet hall, so tables had been set up
outside, lit by torches, in the warmth of the mid-summer
evening.

Tom now wore a tunic of fine cloth, held at the waist with
a belt of well-crafted leather, which had belonged to his
predecessor, Toby.  Earlier in the day, before Tom returned
to the encampment, the knight had seen to it that a
competent tailor altered the garment to make it smaller.

The boy had heard about the feasts at the castle, but had
never been assigned to serve at one.  And now, as a guest,
he had eaten better than at any time of his life.  Sir
Gualter had urged him to drink the French wine being
poured... with a much stronger kick than the thin ale to
which the boy was accustomed... and it made him pleasantly
tipsy.   As they listened to the music and watched the
jugglers and jesters, Gualter's hand had slid up along
Tom's inner thigh, under the table, to play with the boy's
balls and feel his penis as it pulsed to an instant
erection.  Prior to this day, Tom had never had his cock
fondled by anyone but his young friends.  But the good
feelings produced by the manipulations of nobleman's hand
made it quite easy to grow accustomed to the experience.

Once they were back inside Gualter's tent, the knight's
interest was single-minded.  "Undress me, boy."

"Yes, my lord."  Tom carefully removed Gualter's surcoat,
ankle-length tunic, and under-britches, as the man stood
passively.  Though he tried to politely avert his eyes from
the man's naked body, Tom couldn't help but admire the
knight's broad shoulders, his powerful arms and hairy
muscular chest... and the large flaccid cock nesting in
thick, dark pubic hair.

"Shall I get you a nightshirt, my lord?"

"No.  I'll be naked on a warm night like this."

"Will I go to the yeomen's tent now to sleep, my lord?"

Gualter laughed.  "No, Young Tom!  There is still plenty of
service that I need you to provide tonight, and your
sleeping place will be in my bed tonight... and every
night, unless I tell you otherwise."  He reached out and
took the boy's hand, simultaneously pulling the boy closer
to him and drawing the hand to his crotch.  "Feel my cock,
boy.  Make it stiff."

Tom hesitantly brought his hand around the man's organ,
giving it a few tentative strokes, and looked up into
Gualter's face as if to ask if he was doing it right.

"Keep going, boy.  That's it.  Make the horn of it."

Tom's hand moved faster, jacking the skin back and forth
over the cock-head, pretending he was stroking his friend
Bob's much-smaller dick.  In a minute, the man's erection
stood up almost 7 inches [17cm]... thick, dark, and veined.

"Ahhh... that's good!  Now you'll get on your knees and
learn how to suck a man's cock... and then how to take it
in your bum."

Gualther unbuckled the boy's belt and let it drop to the
floor.  "Raise your arms up," he said, and he pulled the
boy's tunic off, leaving him naked.  Taking both of Tom's
wrists in his hands, the man backed up a few steps, pulling
the boy with him.  He sat on the edge of his bed and
pressed down on Tom's shoulders.  "On your knees, page, and
serve me with your mouth."

Tom had a worried look on his face.  He truly had no idea
what he was supposed to do as he stared at the manly
erection that was now inches from his face.  The knight's
hand went behind Tom's head and pulled it closer, pressing
his mouth against the hot, musky shaft.

"Suck it," he ordered in a soft but deeply resonant voice.

It was an order that Tom dared not refuse.  He opened his
mouth wide and took in the exposed cock-head, sealing his
lips behind the broad ridge.  Not knowing better, he
suctioned his mouth, like a calf feeding at an udder.
Additionally, he rested his teeth on the sensitive flesh as
he sucked even harder.

Gualter grabbed a handful of the boy's shaggy light-brown
hair at the back of his head and pulled.  The cock-head
popped out of Tom's mouth.

"You're doing it all wrong, boy!" said the knight in an
irritated voice.  "Why couldn't you have learned the skill
with your little friends first?" he mumbled, almost to
himself.  "Alright then; get up and we'll switch places.
It's easer to show you than to tell you."

Tom didn't quite know what was happening, his senses still
clouded from the wine.  But he quickly found himself seated
on the bed, with the 33-year-old knight kneeling on the
ground between the boy's splayed legs.

"The first thing to remember is never to use your teeth, at
least until you are far more skilled."  The man's fingers
lifted the boy's soft penis up, and his face came down to
it.  It smelled delightfully of the sea and of boy-musk.

Tom gasped as the entire shaft was enfolded in wet warmth.
As Gualter's lips pressed against the base of Tom's penis,
his tongue danced over the stalk, tasting the sea salt.
Sliding his lips slowly back up, lapping aggressively as he
went, the man felt the wonderful sensation of a boy's cock
pulsing to erection inside his mouth.  After running his
tongue around Tom's shapely cock-head, Gualter slid his
lips up and down the shaft several times in quick
succession.

"Oh!" moaned the boy.  "My lord... it's so... it's so...
aaahhh...." His voice trailed off in a groan of pleasure.

The man's mouth slid off the boy's penis, now completely
stiff and glistening with saliva.

"I won't be demonstrating this again for your education
after tonight, boy," said Gualter, looking into Tom's eyes;
"so learn well this time."  He ran his fingers over the
handsome boy-boner as his other hand fondled the lad's sexy
ball-sack.  "You can pleasure me nicely by using your lips
and tongue on just the crown of my cock... like this."  The
knight's pursed lips began a rapid assault on the top third
of the boy's erection, his lips concentrating on the ridge
of the glans, while his tongue stimulated the tip and
probed into the slit.

Tom fell back on the bed, clutching at the bedcovers,
arching his back, and thrusting up his hips.

"But it will please me more," said Gualter, after lifting
his face up again from his sucking, "if you can take it
deep."  He took several deep sucks, pressing his lips each
time to the base of the cock and feeling the tip of the
glans at the entrance to his throat.  Then he took several
more long plunges along the entire shaft in quick
succession, not pulling off until Tom's body was so tense
with building pleasure that it was almost levitating off
the bed.

"Oh yes!  Keep sucking me!" the boy pleaded.  Then he
instantly realized the impertinence of his demand and added
"That is, if it pleases you, my lord."

"It will please me, boy, for you to learn the proper way to
suck my cock.  Don't expect me to be taking it in my mouth
again after this.  It's your job to pleasure me, not the
other way round."

"Yes, my lord," said Tom, still lying on his back and
panting.  "I'll try my best."

"Since I've gone this far, boy, I might as well finish what
I started.  Pay attention to what I do, and then you'll use
the knowledge to pleasure my cock."

"Yes, my lord."

As Gualter let the rigid boner slide back between his lips,
he knew that he'd be doing it again, notwithstanding what
he'd just said.  It was such a visceral thrill to suck off
a boy!  But he needed to trust the boy more before he'd do
it regularly.  Page-boys could be terrible gossips when in
each other's company, and Gualter's reputation might
suffer.  A knight who was away from his wife was almost
expected to take his pleasure by fucking his page or
squire, or having the boy suck him.  But a man who enjoyed
giving blow-jobs to boys... that was a serious negative
reflection on his masculinity.

He couldn't help it, though... couldn't help the ecstasy he
felt as his mouth worked methodically on the perfect-sized
young boner... couldn't help that being on his knees for a
boy brought him nearly as much pleasure as he was giving
the boy.

Sir Gualter knew the boy was close to orgasm, but he was
determined to slow things down and make it last.  As his
ears delighted to the sounds of coos and moans emanating
from the boy's throat, Gualter's mind drifted back to his
own youth.  He'd been sent off to Bamburgh Castle at age
11, after the death of his father, to be page to a knight
in the retinue of the Duke of Northumberland.  He thought
of how he'd been instructed in the ways of sexual pleasure
that very first day at the castle by the same knight's
15-year-old squire, a "late-bloomer" whose cock that was
no larger than Tom's here... how the knight had enjoyed
bedding both his page and squire, often at the same time,
when the three of them traveled across the Channel to
fight the nearly continuous on-and-off war between
England and France... and then of being assigned to teach
the new 10-year-old page in the ways of pleasing men,
when Gualter himself had graduated to the rank of squire.

"My lord!  It's coming!  I'm near to making the spurts!"

As the man's concentration snapped back to the present, he
reached up his arms to feel the boy's body... his belly,
his hips, his shapely butt... feeling the muscles tensing
and straining.  There was no holding it back, thought
Gualter, so he decided to finish him off with quickly.
He combined bobbing sucks and maximum stimulation by his
tongue, letting the boy's cock-head graze along the
roof of the man's mouth.

Then the first spurt... the taste of sweet boy-cum... and
several more, as his tongue felt the little convulsions
within the stiff penis.  How he loved this!  And how
infrequently he allowed himself to do it!

There wasn't all that much spunk, as to be expected with a
13-year-old, but Gualter happily swallowed it all, stroking
his own cock to supplement the psychic pleasure of bringing
off a beautiful young boy with his mouth.

"Oh, thank you, my lord!  Thank you!" gushed Tom as the two
switched places.  The man's erection was even stiffer than
before, as Tom lowered his mouth over the glans, licking at
it and moving his lips up and down over the ridge. He added
the additional touch of twisting his mouth back and forth,
swirling around the cock-head as his lips and tongue worked
feverishly to pleasure his new master.

"That's it, boy.  Polish my knob!  But not so fast.  Slow
it down and make it last."  Gualter's hands went to the
boy's head and pulled his mouth down onto the cock more;
then brought it up; then down again, a little deeper.
"Yes; that's better.  Up and down... and keep going with
your tongue... mind your teeth, now!  Yes... good!"

The boy was a fast learner, and eager to please, doing
everything the man suggested, and understanding the message
of the hands holding his head, as they guided the pace and
penetration.  But when Gualter's cock penetrated to Tom's
throat, the boy gagged.

"Try again, boy.  Take it slowly this time."

"Yes, my lord."  His mouth went down again.  Again he
gagged, to the point of retching, but he kept trying, over
and over, to take the thick phallus into his throat.

Gualter finally pulled back on the boy's head.  "That's
enough for now."

"I'm sorry, my lord!"  Tom looked ill from fighting to hold
down his dinner and ashamed that he had failed at his duty.

"You have many a night to perfect your skill, and it will
become easier much sooner than you imagine.  And now for
another duty that is difficult at first, but quickly
becomes easy.  Get up on the bed, face down.  Put that
pillow beneath your hips to raise up your back-side for me
to bugger."

Gualter got into position behind the boy, spit on two
fingers, and rubbed them around the tender flesh of Tom's
virgin anus.  Then he pushed them in, a bit too
impatiently, and the boy yelped softly.

"Relax lad.  My cock will hurt going it, but then you'll be
fine."

Spitting again, he added it to the saliva already on his
cock-head, mixing it with the fluid seeping from the slit.
Positioning it, he thrust, trying to enter quickly and get
it over with.  The boy's hole clamped down tight, and he
cried out like cat in heat.  Gualter thrust again, and
again failed to penetrate, eliciting by an even louder
wail.

"Won't be any secret what's going on in my tent, will it?"
said the knight sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, my lord!  I couldn't help it!"

Gualter reached down and picked up the boy's thick leather
belt from the floor.  Some masters in his situation might
use it to beat a boy who was resisting his duty.  But
Gualter doubled it over, with the rough unfinished side
out, and held it in front of Tom's face.  "Bite down on
this when it hurts.  And by God, try to keep from
screaming so bloody loud!"

"I'll try, my lord.  Thank you!"

The knight added more spit to his fingers, probed with them
into the boy's hole some more, and then tried again.  With
Tom far-better muffled this time, the man persisted in his
assault until his thick cock-head popped through the boy's
tight circle of muscle.

"Ahhh; nice!" moaned the man, as he began rocking his hips,
pushing deeper into the wonderfully tight passage.  If only
his wife's cunt could be as tight as a page's ass, he
thought to himself... maybe he wouldn't be so eager to go
off to war.  He was intentionally oblivious to the pain of
the boy beneath him.  Peasants are a hearty breed.

Tom was trying his utmost to do his duty.  His teeth were
clamped tight on the leather belt, and he gripped his fists
so tightly that his fingernails dug into his palms.  It
hurt so much!  Like a red-hot iron searing his guts!  Tears
streamed down his cheeks, but he was determined not to
cry out

And then the thrusting stopped.  The knight paused
motionless above Tom's prone body, and the burning pain
dissipated slightly into a intense throbbing ache.

"I'm all the way in you, Young Tom.  It gets easier for you
from here on.  And tomorrow night, when I bugger you again,
the entry will be easier too... and easier yet the next
night."  Gualter's hands massaged the boy's shoulders as he
spoke.  "All of my pages found that they enjoyed this duty,
and you will too.  Here we go now."

Gualter began to move his hips in a slow rhythm, making
short strokes at first, and gradually lengthening them
until he was fucking in an easy rhythm of long wonderful
thrusts of his cock.  Yes; the new lad is a good one, he
thought to himself... a smooth pleasing ride, hot and
tight... and he's so damned pretty besides!

As the man fucked him, Tom was finding it increasingly
tolerable.  The belt slipped from his mouth, and his fists
unclenched.  His lordship was right!  It WAS becoming
easier!

As his hips pumped energetically into the boy's ass,
Gualter decided to slow things down and make it last.
Without a word, he rolled them both onto their sides and
bent Tom's upper leg toward his chest.  Yes; that was
better, thought the man as he resumed fucking.  He could go
a nice long time in this position without tiring.  And
there was another advantage too.  His hand went to Tom's
crotch, fondling the boy's balls and flaccid penis.  Tom's
cock began to rise up in erection as the knight's fingers
slid the boy's foreskin up and down in the same easy rhythm
as the fuck-strokes in his ass.

Tom sighed, and his body trembled slightly.  He was
actually feeling some pleasure!  And the man's stiff cock
inside his rectum was no longer an implement of burning
torture.  Now he was experiencing a new combination of
sensations that felt surprisingly good.

"You're liking it now; eh, boy?"

"Why, yes!" Tom said enthusiastically.  "Yes, my lord!"

Gualter's senses glowed with satisfaction as his rigid cock
stroked easily inside the tight asshole and he spooned the
boy's smooth back.  Then an even more pleasurable thought
flashed through his mind.  During the coming military
campaign (the fifth of his long career as a page, a squire,
and a knight) his beautiful and compliant page-boy
could be a valuable asset, well beyond the pleasures of
their nightly coupling.  Gualter could use the boy to
ingratiate himself to more influential knights... to
barons... and even to powerful courtiers of King Richard.
It was no secret that as an assembled army slowly traveled,
and during the long waits between battles when it arrived,
many of the noblemen sought the sexual variety of bedding
fresh boys.  He already knew several high-ranking nobles
and clerics who particularly appreciated the beauty of boys
and he supposed there were many more.  The trading of pages
for an evening's fun was common.  And among those craved
more intense stimulation, there were discrete gatherings of
a dozen or more men and their boys, late at night and
fueled by wine, to indulge in an orgy of naked debauchery
worthy of the emperors of ancient Rome.  Working his way
into such circles, with Tom's beauty as his ticket, would
help him rise in status, and therefore in wealth.  And
beyond that, it would be such wonderfully damned-good fun!


End of Part 2.

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