Date: Mon, 15 Feb 1999 12:27:14 PST
From: eagleman_50@hotmail.com
Subject: KNIGHTS OF THE ROD - II

   This is the second in a series about a teenager named Roan who lived 
in the Middle Ages.  This series contains sex between teenagers, between 
men and teenagers and incest.
   Comments welcomed: Eagleman_50@Hotmail.com


   John slammed William against the wall and watched him as he slumped 
to the floor.  He lifted his foot to kick him but William adroitly 
grabbed it and twisted him so that he fell on the hard stone pavement.  
In a flash William was on him, pummelling him with his fists as the 
tears flowed down his face.  John used his hands to shield himself but 
he ceased to struggle against his younger brother. He just lay on the 
floor taking the punches that kept coming at him.
   "I hate you! I hate you! You filthy hypocrite! You lying bastard!"  
William's anger was mounting as he shouted at his brother.  John reached 
up, grabbed his hands and held them so that he could not punch him any 
longer.  William looked down at John and then collapsed on top of him.  
John released his hands, locked his arms around his brother and squeezed 
him tightly.
   "I'm sorry, Will. I love you so much. I just don't know...."  John 
began to cry.  Great sobs erupted from him as his chest heaved with the 
intensity of his emotions.  William looked down at his brother and 
kissed him gently on the forehead.  He reached up and began wiping the 
tears that flowed down his cheeks.  
   "Why, John?  Why?  Why can't you leave me alone?"
   "I want you, but I know it's wrong. Oh, God, help me!"  John lifted 
William's head so that he could look into his eyes.  "Can you forgive 
me?"
   "John, how many times will I have to do this? You asked me that 
before? When does it end?  Why can't you accept this, I am who I am and 
you are who you are.  We've done this thing.  You loved it while we did 
it, but now?  Father Walter has turned you against who you are and who I 
am. Why, John?"
   "Please, William. I'm afraid."
   "You, afraid?"  William laughed.  "You the strong mighty warrior? 
Father says you are the one who will save the kingdom. Everyone fears 
you, no one has bested you, ever."
   "I'm not afraid of any man when it comes to battle, William, I'm 
afraid of my feelings.  My love for you is so strong, and yet, I'm so 
confused. How can we love like we do?  And then, you want more than me, 
that boy, that beautiful one. Must I share you?"
   "John, you started a fire in me and then you walked away.  What am I 
to do, you want me to be a priest or something? What am I supposed to 
do?"
   "You're supposed to do this, Will."  John squeezed Will tightly and 
pushed up against him.  He lifted his head and planted a kiss on Will's 
lips, slyly easing his tongue into his mouth, poking around to find his 
pink appendage. He felt Will's naked body push down against his as he 
began to respond to his caresses.  Will broke free from the brother's 
arms, reached down to grab his shirt and lifted it off.  He pulled it up 
over his arms and discarded it, looking down at his brother's massive 
chest.
   "I could never resist this."  Will began nibbling on John's nipples 
moving from one to the other.  He bit them, twisted them in his teeth 
and sucked on them until they stood at attention like two soldiers.  
William knew that John loved this and he kept at until John was moaning 
and thrashing around on the stone floor.
   Finally John pushed William off him, took off the rest of his clothes 
and pulled him onto the bed.  Both brothers rolled around on the bed 
changing positions several times as they kissed, sucked, bit and enjoyed 
each other's body.  John was twenty, with long black hair that seemed to 
cover his entire body.  He was massive: muscled arms and legs that made 
him look like he had done much hard work.  His massiveness was apparent 
in every part of his body - his pecs stood out almost an inch over his 
flat stomach, his thick legs were matted with curly black hair and his 
asscheeks were like two rounded globes which were parted by a hairy 
crevice.  His long dick matched his massive body - it was nine inches 
and thick.
   John rolled over onto his stomach showing his brother his beefy 
asscheeks.  William got between his legs and placed one hand on each 
cheek.  He looked at the hairy crevice and then began parting the 
cheeks.  Deep inside the cleft he saw the tiny hole which invited him. 
William bent over and put his tongue against his brother's hole. He ran 
his tongue back and forth across the hole and then began pushing it in 
reaching up into the slimy recesses of his brother's body.  John arched 
his ass so that William would have better access to his secret place.  
He sighed deeply as William's tongue kept up its relentless probing.
   "I'm gonna fuck you, John. I'm gonna fuck you long and hard, the way 
you taught me to."
   "I want that, Will. Please, now."
   William used his saliva to lubricate his eight inch cock and then he 
pushed it into his brother's wet hole.  He thrust his hard rod all the 
way in with one push and lay down on his brother's body, feeling the 
heat of his brother's tunnel as it gripped his thick dick.  He also felt 
John squeeze his dick signalling he was ready for the pummeling that was 
to come.
   It wasn't long before the brothers were moaning in the throes of 
their passion as William fucked his brother's hot, massive ass.  John 
and William flowed together as their bodies danced in the rhythm of 
humping.  The in and out motion of William's dick was matched by the 
rising and falling of John's ass working with his brother.  Over and 
over again his prostate was assaulted by the huge cock that invaded his 
tight butt.  He sighed, moaned and cried as his brother continued to 
fuck him without respite. William pulled out, motioned to his brother 
and watched him as he turned over, lifting his legs so that the large 
dick could enter him again.  In one sweep William was in and pumping.  
John's massive legs arched around his brother's body and gripped him 
tightly.  He used them to help Will as he pumped into him over and over. 
As he promised, William fucked his older brother long and hard.  
   "Will, fuck me, oh yeah, fuck me!"
   "Yeah, take this dick. Take it!"
   John knew, as he always did, that he was going to come without 
touching his dick.  Will always did this to him when he fucked him. It 
was something he couldn't believe and he looked forward to it everytime 
they came together. 
   "Oh God, I'm cumming, yeah, yeahhhhhhhhh, Willllllllllll!"
   "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh, Johnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, Oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
   Both cocks began spurting at the same time and both cocks continued 
to pour forth load after load of jism as their bodies rocked with the 
intensity of their orgams.
   Afterward William lay with his head on John's chest, enjoying the 
feel of his brother's body against his.  
   "We shouldn't have done this, Will."  John rolled over on the bed and 
faced the wall. "You shouldn't have made me do it."
   "John, how could you say that? I didn't make you do anything. You 
begged me to fuck you, begged me, John."
   "It was wrong, wrong! You're a pervert, you enticed me, Will."  
John's voice was rising in anger even though he was yelling at the wall.  
   "Look at me and say that, John.  Whatever I am, you made me. I din't 
rape you, you wanted it, you always have. You want my big dick in your 
ass, you begged me.  What does that make you."  William wasn't shouting, 
but his tone indicated his anger.
   "You don't understand, it's you, Will.  I even caught you with that 
kid, a kid, Will."
   "I was a kid when you crept into my bed and did things that our 
father would kill you for. You're disgusting, John, I will never touch 
you again!"  William rose from the bed, grabbed his clothes and ran out 
of the room.  He dressed as he ran down the stairs reaching the bottom 
landing fully clothed. He started to get his horse and ride, but then he 
decided to go to his room and wait until his anger subsided.
   John, laying across the bed, sobbed into the pillow. He raised his 
hand and pounded the bed in his frustration.
   "Never again, never, never!"

   Roan and his father rose up later than usual because of their 
passionate love making.  Roan hurried out to do his chores as his father 
left to visit his oldest son.  It was almost noon when Roan started back 
to the house, exhausted from the chores but smiling in contentment at 
the thought of last night with his father. He felt his cock stir in his 
breeches as he remembered all that they had done. He started wishing his 
father were home now so that he could lay in his arms and tell him how 
much he loved him. As he came around to the front of the house he heard 
a horse coming down the road. He could tell the rider was pushing the 
horse at a fast gallop and he wondered who could be moving along this 
seldom travelled road at such a hurried pace.  He decided to hid behind 
the bushes so that he wouldn't be seen.  Just as Roan got behind the 
bush he saw William come riding around the corner and stop his horse 
beside the house.
   "Roan, Roan."  William's voice sounded strained and desperate.
   "Yes, Will."  Roan stepped out from behind the bush and looked up at 
William.
   "I need you, my brother, yesterday...."  William jumped down from the 
horse and ran to Roan, grabbing him and holding him.  He put his head on 
his shoulder and began crying softly.
   "What happened?"  William told Roan everything.  He did not 
understand why he felt he had to share his life with this teenager whom 
he hardly knew, but somehow he felt that Roan was the only one who could 
help him.
   "We must go to Father Stephen, Will. We must tell him and get him to 
help us."
   "Father Stephen?  What can he do? He doesn't have any power at the 
castle, he can't do anything.  It's Father Walter..."
   "No, Will. Trust me.  I don't know how, but it's Father Stephen who 
holds the answer to this.  Let's go."
   Roan and William rode back to the castle, reaching it just as a tall 
soldier rode into the courtyard commanding the attention of everyone who 
was there.  John had just strode out into the yard and each of them 
stood before the mounted soldier at the same time.
   "I have come with a urgent message for John and William of Farnham. 
Your father, the Duke of Farnham, first Earl of Chatham, and brother of 
the Queen and has been killed in battle against the rebels from the 
Scottish Highlands.  He died an honorable soldier's death.  His majesty 
informs you, John, that you are now Duke of Farnham, Earl of Chatham. I 
have brought his body back with me for proper burial in the family 
vault."  The soldier bowed to John and handed him a parchment.  John 
took it, looked at his brother and then both brothers burst into tears 
as the soldier's news began to sink in. William went to John and put his 
arms around him, but John pushed him away, strode to the middle of the 
courtyard and turned to face the crowd.
   "I am now Lord of this domain and I decree that from henceforth, 
anyone caught engaging in the loathsome sin of sodomy will be 
castrated."
    William could not believe he had heard his brother's words.  He 
turned toward him, blinking through his tears and shaking with anger.
   "And you will be the first, chief of sodomites!"  He spit out the 
words as he glared in his brother's face.  The two brothers stood in the 
courtyard, staring at each other, neither saying a word as their anger 
mounted.  William knew he was no match for John, but he wasn't afraid 
afriad of him, he was ready for whatever happened. 
   "I am Bruce, a knight to the King.  He has delegated me to stay until 
he arrives with the Bishop to anoint the Duke."  His words caused a stir 
among the crowd.  The brothers turned toward him as his words took hold, 
realizing their animosity must be hidden for the time being.
   John turned and looked at Roan, he smiled, but it was a smile of 
deceit. "You, handsome one, be careful at this castle.  Be careful what 
rooms you enter and for what purposes."  He smirked at Roan and then 
strode off.
   Roan watched him as he walked away, many conflicting thoughts playing 
in his head.  As he stared at him striding across the castle yard he 
noticed someone waving from a small window on the second floor of the 
massive structure.  He started toward the waving hand as recognized the 
face of Father Stephen. 
   "Come with me, Will, we must speak to Father Stephen."
   "No, I must take care of something else, you go."  William motioned 
to Bruce and the two went off to speak of his father and his death.
   Roan ran across the yard and got to the door just as Father Stephen 
opened it. He greeted the priest and followed him into the stately hall 
of the castle.  He noticed, for the first time, the weapons and 
artifacts hanging from the walls, the huge dining table and the raised 
dais that formed part of the furishings in the room.  He stopped to 
admire the tapestries that hung from the wall showing pictures of 
imaginary beasts and great deeds of long-dead heroes. He was entralled 
by the massive room and its awesome decorations, but Stephen was not 
interested in observing what he had seen many times. He quickly led him 
to a door on the other side of the room.  They went through and Roan 
found himself in the same little chapel he had seen before.  Again, 
Stephen went through a small door and ushered him into what was his 
living chamber.  It was small and quite narrow.  There was one little 
window high up near the ceiling and the light that filtered through it 
was not sufficient to light the room, so there was a candle on the 
table. This time Roan took time to observe the contents of the room. He 
could make out a bed, a chest, two chairs and a table. The size of the 
room and the number of contents made the room seem crowded. Stephen 
waved Roan into a chair and he sat down beside him.
   "We have much to talk about now."
   "Did you hear what the soldier said, the Duke is dead.  John is now 
the Duke."
   "Yes, I heard.  I was expecting it.  The Duke lived to fight, he was 
always going off to war. It was to be expected that he would die in 
battle."
   "What happens now? I mean to William? Did you hear what John said?"
   "No, what?"
   "He said that all sodomites in his domain would be castrated."
   Father Stephen laughed and stood up, looking down at Roan,
   "That means I'm in trouble, Roan. I'm about to go from a bass to a 
soprano."    Roan laughed and looked up at the priest.  He could guess 
what was about to happen and he welcomed it.
   Father Stephen stepped around behind Roan, bent over and kissed him 
on the neck. His hands eased down under Roan's smock and fondled his 
nipples. Roan reached up, put his lips to Stephen's and took his tongue 
into his mouth.  The priest was bent over Roan kissing him and touching 
him with an urgency that spoke of a deep need.  Their tongues were 
locked together in Roan's mouth as each pushed the other's passion 
button.  Stephen broke the kiss and in one move divested himself of his 
clerical vestment.  He stood naked before Roan.  Roan looked at the tall 
slender man and admired his wiry body. Patches of blonde hair covered 
his chest and surrounded his hard cock. Roan reached up and caressed his 
nipples, letting his hand run down toward his dripping cock. He turned 
in the chair, kissed the head of Stephen's dick and then began licking 
the tip, tasting the precum that kept oozing out.  He moved his tongue 
down the shaft taking time to lick each part as he smelled the pungent 
odor that arose from the clerics crotch, intoxicating him. He took the 
long cock into his mouth and began sucking it as his hands reached 
around and pulled Stephen's tight asscheeks apart.  Although Stephen was 
tall and slender he was not skinny.  His ample ass was rounded and 
shapely and Roan liked the feel of his orbed mounds. Stephen was bent 
over Roan, kissing his hair, his cheeks, wherever his mouth could reach.  
He began humping in and out of Roan's mouth, fucking him with his long 
dick as Roan eagerly sucked him with his talented mouth.  It wasn't long 
before Stephen cried out and began bucking forcefully against Roan.  His 
dick spewed forth its white lave bursting into Roan with a powerful 
force that caused him to gag before he adjusted and let it run down his 
throat.
   Father Stephen reached down and picked Roan up, carrying him to his 
bed.  He lay him down and looked at him.
   "Such loveliness! A picture of beauty!"  He smiled at the teenager 
and then grasped his hard cock and began stroking it.  He wanted to do 
so much to Roan, he hardly knew where to start. He knelt by the side of 
the bed and took Roan's prong into his mouth.  Stephen sucked with the 
passion of a man who is anxious to receive his lover's seed. Roan helped 
him by rising to meet him in rhythm with his sucking. As he sucked, 
Father Stephen reached between Roan's legs and started feeling for his 
tiny hole.  His finger reached up as Roan spread his legs to give him 
access to the place he was searching for. He found it, wet his finger 
and pushed in deep. The combination of his finger and his mouth proved 
to be too much for Roan.  He began thrashing on the bed as he fucked 
into Stephen's mouth and then he raised up and held himself in place as 
his dick erupted with streams of lava. Father Stephen took each stream 
as it flowed into his mouth, tasting and savoring Roan's juice as he 
swallowed hard.
   Still kneeling by the bed, Father Stephen lay his head on the 
teenager's stomach and reached up to caress his face.  Roan took the 
priest's fingers in his mouth and sucked on each digit.  Stephen's other 
hand was between Roan's outstretched legs again seeking for the little 
hole that was so desirable. Roan lifted his legs and pulled his knees 
back to his chest so that the long digit could reach in further. 
Stephen's fingers, like his cock, were long enough to invade Roan's 
tight ass until he reached his joy button. When his finger brushed 
against his prostate Roan cried out.  Father Stephen kept prodding it, 
causing Roan to moan with each jolt of pleasure that coursed through his 
body.
   "Please, please, fuck me."  Roan moaned softly.  Stephen rose from 
the floor and lay between Roan's legs.  He reached under the bed, found 
some grease and lubricated himself and the ardent teenager. Putting his 
long cock against the tiny hole, he eased it in without pause and filled 
him with his hard member.  Roan raised up to receive the steel-like rod 
and impaled himself on it. Stephen wasted no time as he fucked the 
handsome teenager.  He pounded his rounded ass with each lunge of his 
long dick.  He stretched himself out so that his long legs were at the 
edge of the bed and he was raised up on his toes. He spread Roan's legs 
out and began a sustained power fuck, humping in a furious rhythm that 
drove his cock in deep and pulled it out far. Roan's ass rose and fell 
with the plowing of the thick fleshly tube that was slamming into him.  
His ass muscles tightened around the pole-like invader and then released 
it in sync with the plowing he was receiving. His cock, which was 
dripping massively, hardened with each stroke against his prostate.  
   "I'm cumming, Stephen, I'm cumming. Oh God, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck 
meeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Roan's dick sent copious waves of 
jism straight into his face. He took shot after shot from his 
cannon-like cock, tasting it as it flowed down his face.
   "Yesssssssssssssss, Roannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, my Goddddddddddd!" Father 
Stephen pulled his dick out and let his cum splatter into Roan's stomach 
and his pubic hairs.  He shook with the power of his orgasm and then 
fell on the handsome teenager.
   "Oh, God, that was good."  Roan grinned as Stephen licked his cum off 
his body.  Then Stephen went to a basin, got some water and began 
washing the teenager.  Roan lay on the bed enjoying the attention of 
this man that he was so powerfully drawn to.  
   "You are special, Roan. Very special.  You bring joy to many, you 
have brought special joy to me."  Father Stephen lay down beside Roan 
and hugged him.  They lay in each other's arms for a long time before 
the priest started talking.
   "There are things you must know.  William needs someone to help him, 
someone besides me.  Father Walter is an evil man and he has an evil 
influence over John.  He has convinced John that William is his enemy. 
He learned about John's love for William and is using it to control him.  
Their father trusted Walter too much.  He was away so often he had to 
have someone to run the domain and it fell to Walter.  The boys were too 
young, although, the Duke recognized that William was a talented 
administrator.  He knew that John was a warrior, but he also knew he 
could not manage a domain as large as this one.  He wanted the boys to 
rule together, one a warrior and the other a manager, and he had spoken 
to them about it.  At first, John was willing, but after Walter got to 
him, he spoke against it and began turning against his brother."
   "What did you mean when you said, 'he hates what he has created'?"
   "It was John who seduced William.  He crawled into William's bed when 
he was only twelve and introduced him to the joys of male love.  He 
probably would have found it anyway, but John was the first to savior 
his body.  William and John loved each other with a passion that is hard 
to describe, but Father Walter turned the brothers against each other. 
He has convinced John that this love is evil and that he must 
exterminate his brother to save his soul.  Once that happens Walter will 
be able to rule the domain because of the power he has over John."
   "What can we do, Father Stephen?  How can I help William? I'm not 
anybody."
   "Oh yes, my son, you are somebody.  You see, I know something about 
Father Walter that nobody else knows.  We will use that knowledge to our 
advantage.  Stay here with me tonight and we will make our plans in the 
morning.  Lay here while I go get us something to eat."
   Father Stephen rose, got dressed and went to the castle kitchen. On 
his way he passed through the chapel and saw John entering through a 
side door. John did not see Father Stephen as he slipped into a 
confessional booth.  Stephen smiled and kept walking.  He could imagine 
what was being confessed and what the penance was.
   "Bless me Father, for I have sinned."  John turned toward the curtain 
and waited.
   "What is is, my son?"
   "I have sinned, Father.  My brother has touched me and I have 
sinned."
   "My son, our Lord said, 'if thy right eye offends thee, pluck it out, 
and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for thee that one of thy 
members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into 
hell.' Do you understand, my son?"
   "Yes, Father, I do.  Pray that I have the strength to do what I must 
do."
   "I will, my Son. Go in peace."
   John left the confessional booth in turmoil.  He loved his brother, 
how could he kill him. Is that really what Jesus meant?  His mind was 
wrestling with the implications of what he had just been told as he 
crossed the Great Hall and entered the dining hall.  When he looked up 
he saw William and Bruce sitting at the table engaged in serious 
conversation. He smiled at them, but his mind was far away.
   The other door of the confessional opened and Father Walter stepped 
out.  He was a man of average height with black hair which was streaked 
with gray; he was handsome, but his eyes betrayed a cruelty and a 
hardness that made others wary of him. His priestly garments hid his 
body, which was bulky but muscled. As he left the chapel, on his way to 
the dining hall, he was smiling, satisfied with the seed that he had 
planted.  He was sure it would produce the harvest that he expected, a 
harvest that would be his to reap and enjoy.