Date: Sat, 13 Mar 1999 12:10:44 PST
From: eagleman_50@hotmail.com
Subject: KNIGHTS OF THE ROD - IX

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


  As the sun rose the next day the band of knights was saddled and ready
to ride off. Roan, on William's white horse, led the way with the others
following.  It was a large group for the times, fifty men, all wearing
mail armor under their tunics and all carrying swords and axes.  A few,
like Roan, had maces and many had daggers pushed into their belts.
   Roan had promised John, Earl of Claxton, that he would rendevous with
him in two days, so he knew he didn't have time to delay.  They would
have to push themselves and probably sleep out in the fields as no
monastery would want to accomodate so large a group.
   The ride to Lincolnshire was uneventful.  They slept in the open
field on the first night and rose at dawn, hoping to reach their
destination before late afternoon.  They were able to get to Claxton
Castle just before dark and were fed and bedded in the castle environs.
Roan met with John and made preparations for the battle with the
robbers.   Roan formulated the plan and John approved it.  John's men,
who were known to DeQuisbeery's band, would sally out to meet them in a
large field.  Roan his men would come around from the opposite way and
would squeeze the outlaws in a pincer movement. John had thirty men and
Roan had fifty.  It was estimated that DeQuisbeery's outlaw band
numbered about ninety men, but Roan had no doubt that training and
discipline would give his men the advantage.
   Outlaw bands were not unusual in those times.  Brigands made roads
unsafe in every country, but a group as large as DeQuisberry's was
unique.  The entire countryside was endangered by this fierce band of
ruthless men who spared no one and stopped at nothing.
   After making their plans Roan sat and talked with the Earl.  He
enjoyed an easy comaraderie with this man who lived in such a spacious
castle, filled with so many luxurious things.  For his part John liked
Roan and found him a good listener.  They talked long into the night
cementing a relationship that would be important for Roan. Although he
was older, John knew of and appreciated the creed of the Knights of the
Rod.  He explained to Roan that if he had been thirty years younger he
would also be a part of such a group.  After saying that he leaned over,
kissed Roan on the cheek and went off to bed, leaving Roan sitting in
the expansive dining hall amazed at what he had just been told.
   In the morning the men assembled in the courtyard where Roan
explained the plan and then led his men to their assigned places.  He
had to take them through the woods, following Peter's lead, down paths
that were almost invisible. Roan placed them in their positions and then
went to his post.  John's men rode out of the courtyard about an hour
after Roan had left.  They used the main road, hoping that the thieves
would learn of their coming and come out to meet them. Their plan
worked. DeQuisbeery, having heard of their approach, got his men
together and rode to the fateful rendevous. His men were a motley group,
oddly garbed and poorly equipped for such an encounter.  But, they
figured that with their numbers they could easily defeat John's little
group.  Such a defeat would make them rulers of the entire countryside
and would bring about a collapse of any kind of lawful order.
   The rash outlaws rode forth in haste just as John's men came over the
hill onto the field.  John's men spurred their horses to meet them,
pulling their swords to do battle. Just as the two groups met for
combat, Roan waved his lavender banner and his men came out of the woods
behind the robbers, yelling and waving their swords. The robbers were
confused and frightened.  When they heard Roan's men yelling behind them
they turned in fright and tried to ride off the field, but Roan had
prudently spaced his men so that they were encircled.
   He was all over the battlefield, inspiring his men, giving
directions, calling out warnings.  He ran a man through with his sword,
pulled it out and then sliced another man's head off.  He used his mace
to smash another robber in the head and watched him fall off his horse
into a bloody puddle. Caxton rode up to DeQuisbeery and slashed him with
his sword.  His arm fell off and he slumped in his saddle only to be
pierced again by Caxton's blade.  When the robbers saw their leader fall
they knew that all was lost.  Many tried again to ride off the field,
but they were completely surrounded and were pushed back.
   When it was over there was not a robber left standing, it had been a
complete massacre. John lost two men and Roan lost one.  They carried
their men off the field and rode back to Claxton Castle to celebrate
their victory with a huge banquet and a Mass of thanksgiving. Roan was
celebrated as a great leader and warrior.  All attention was on him as
John gave him high honors when he made a victory speech before the
assembled crowd. Everyone knew that because of this victory the
countryside had been made safe once again.
   In the morning Roan rose early, telling no one except John, where he
was going.  He rode in the fog to the monastery on the hill where he had
left Walter, the blind teenager.  The abbot recognized him, let him in
and then sent for Walter, who was led down by another monk.  Roan took
Walter to the room he had shared with Caxton and sat him down.
   "You have heard about the battle?"
   "Yes, I'm glad, you are a great warrior, Roan."  Walter was facing
him.  Although he knew Walter couldn't see Roan felt as though Walter
was looking through him.
   "No, I have great men with me. You spoke of seeing the outlaw's
treasure, where is it?"
   "I will tell you because you have been good to me. It is in a secret
room off his library.  There is a hidden spring that opens a bookcase.
You must find the book by Augustine with the red leather binding. Pull
it out and you will see the spring. The treasure is in the room behind
the bookcase. Take it and use it Roan, you deserve it."
   "Walter, I will take you with me.  If any one deserves some of the
treasure, you do."
   "No, Roan, I'm happy here. I'm blind and the monks will take care of
me, especially Harold."
   "Harold?"
   "Yes, a very special friend.  Roan, would you do me one favor?"
   "Yes, Walter, you need only ask. You saved my life, remember?"
   "Roan, would you hold me in your arms."
   "Most gladly." Roan rose from his seat and lifted Walter.  He pulled
him to him and kissed him on his forehead.  Then he moved down and
kissed him on his blinded eyes. He felt Walter's arms tighten around him
as he pressed his body into his. He looked at him and smiled into his
handsome face, and then realized he couldn't see him. He kissed him
again and pushed his tongue into his mouth, the fires of desire burning
in him.  Walter raised his hand and ran it across Roan's face as though
he was seeing him with his hand. Roan just stood and let the hand
explore the contours of his face. Then he reached around, undid his
clerical garment and let it fall to the floor, revealing Walter's naked
body.  Roan stepped back to look at him and smiled again as he took in
the beauty of this blind youth.  He stood a little over 5'10'', was pale
in complexion, with golden blonde hair and thick blonde eyebrows. He had
a mustache, which was neatly trimmed and dimples in his cheeks.  Roan
looked down at his body and noted his thin but ample build.  His chest
was broad, his stomach flat and his dick was huge.  Roan looked at it
and whistled.
   "Where did you get that pole, Walter?"  Walter laughed.
   "I don't know, Roan, just grew it I guess."
   Roan reached out and grasped the big prick, amazed at its length and
its girth. He stepped back and removed his clothes and then pulled
Walter to him again.  Their lips met and their tongues danced as their
bodies began grinding together.  Roan was on fire with desire for this
blind youth. His hands reached around and grasped Walter's firm buns.
They felt just right in his hands and he fondled them even as Walter's
hands found his and began caressing him.
   "Take me, Walter, take me, please."
   "Yes, I want that."
   Roan was glad he had thought to bring his leather pouch with him when
he left the castle.  He reached for it and pulled out a little vial of
unguent that he carried with him for just such times.  He used it to
generously lubricate the massive prick that he wanted so badly, then he
lay down on his back on the bed, lifted his legs and lubricated his ass.
He reached and pulled Walter down on him and held him tightly. His hand
moved down between their bodies, grasping the long rod, and placing it
against his hole.  When it was in place Walter began pushing.  He knew
he was big and he pushed slowly, letting his cock ease into the tight
passage and move down at a measured pace. Roan's ass channel was widened
by the invading prong and he sighed as he relaxed to accept it.  When he
felt Walter's pubes against his ass he knew he had all of him.
   "Oh God, you're big, Walter, so big."
   "Roan, nobody has ever let me do this before. You're so tight and
hot. Oh God!"
   Roan squeezed his ass muscles and Walter groaned deeply. He pulled
out and then pushed in slowly, afraid to move too quickly or to push too
hard.
   "Walter, fuck me, I can take it. I want this!"  Roan squeezed him
again and lifted his ass.  Walter pulled back and then pushed in much
quicker than before.  He began thrusting in and out at a regular pace,
savoring the heat and the constriction of the muscular sheath. The huge
cock was plowing and filling Roan in a way he had never been filled
before.  Walter was now lifting his hips and slamming them back
fiercely, his cock was touching the inner depths of Roan's being and
giving him an awesome fuck.  Roan's moans filled the little room as the
huge cock brushed past his sex muscle and pushed it over and over.
Walter rose up, pushed Roan's legs far apart and plowed into his widened
hole. He threw back his head and began to emit a low moan that kept
rising in intensity as his dick throbbed in the fleshly tunnel.
   "Oh my God, yesssssssssssssssss! Roannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"
   "Yes, Walterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, shittttttttttttttt!"
   Walter and Roan came together, both crying out in their intense
passion.  Walter's body shook as his dick kept spewing forth its load
into the hot ass.  Roan squeezed Walter tightly and shuddered when his
orgasm came.  Both men gave forth torrents of thick white jism, crying
out as it came.
   "That was the best, Roan, I'll never forget you.  They say you are
handsome, I can't see that, but I know you are a lover beyond all
others."  Walter kissed him and rose from the bed.
   "I will be back to see you again, Walter, you are very special." Roan
kissed him as he helped him dress. Then he found Harold, his special
friend, and left him in his care.
   It was almost midday when Roan got back to Claxton Castle.  It was
very quiet and Roan figured the men were still sleeping off the rigors
of the day before.  He was right, except for Diego, Louis, Caxton and
Peter.  Peter, the teenager who was going to be a monk, was the center
of a orgy that was taking place in a little room right off the kitchen.
The room was usually used as a bathing place and had a huge tub in it.
The tub had been filled with water and the four men were in it, but they
weren't bathing.  As Roan was riding up to the drawbridge, Louis was
pushing his hard cock into Peter's rounded ass while Caxton was
receiving Diego's thick prick.  They had already changed places once and
would probably do so again. The quartet humped and pounded each other
with abandonment, enjoying the thrill of mansex that they knew and loved
so much.  Roan, who went into the kitchen to find some food, heard them
and peeked around the corner at them.  He thought about joining them,
then felt his sore ass and decided to pass this one up. He got a huge
piece of beef, crept upstairs and fell into bed.
   When he awoke an hour later, he immediately sought out John, Earl of
Claxton.  He found him and informed him that he was ready to go to the
robber's lair.  John readily assented and, after stopping to get Caxton
and Peter, they set out.  The four met no one as they approached the
manor house that DeQuisbeery had used as his headquarters. There was no
guard and no one seemed to be about.  They rode up to the front door,
dismounted and entered.  It did not take long for them to find the
library.  Roan looked until he found the volume with the red binding and
removed it from the shelf.  As Walter had said, there was a spring
behind it.  He pulled it and the entire bookcase started to move,
opening as a door.  The four men slipped in behind the case and stood in
astonishment.  The room was large and filled with all kinds of booty -
articles of gold, silver, money in cases, chest, jars and other
containers. It was a veritible treasure trove. No one said anything,
they just looked in awe. Finally Caxton stepped forward and picked up a
gold plate and handed it to Roan.
   "No, my friend, not me."
   "Who, then, Roan?" John looked at him and smiled.
   "Not me, sir, not me."
   "I think the vast majority should go to you, my son. You organized
and carried out this encounter."
   "Yes, it should be you or at least you should get the lion's share."
Peter agreed with the others.
   Roan moved into the center of the room, looked at the other three and
then bowed his head.  They saw a tear fall from his face.
   "I'm just a peasant's son, I never wanted anything, but to be a man
who loved and was loved.  I have that, I don't want anything else."
   "This is just a beginning, Roan, just a beginning." The Earl spoke as
he moved to him, putting his arms around him. "You might as well know
now, I've decided to make you my heir."
   "Oh, God, this can't be, you're heir, sir! Why?"
   "I have no relative, distant or near that I want to leave my estate
to. I like you and I feel that you can handle this estate. You will do
well."
   "So, my lover is to become a peer of the realm, what does that make
me?" Caxton grinned as he thought of the possibilities.
   "A peeress!"  Peter laughed as he playfully shoved Caxton.
   The end result is that the Roan got the lion's share of the booty,
but each of the men who participated got a share so that they all were
rewarded for their part in the liberation of the countryside.

   Roan roused his hearty band the next day and set out for Farnham
Castle.  They were merry and exulting in the happy conclusion of their
excursion.  Only Roan was quiet, brooding over the change in his
fortunes and wondering what was going to happen. This time the band
stopped at a monastery and Roan paid handsomely for everyone's
accomodation. It was an interesting place, large, amply furnished, home
to many studious monks.  At least they seemed studious. That night there
was much going and coming between the cells and the rooms of the
visitors. Roan refrained, but he released Caxton, who went off joyfully
to find some bed to share and some arms to hold him.
   It wasn't difficult.  He had noticed a monk in the hallway staring at
him when he came in.  Although the monk was hooded he got a look at his
green eyes and blonde mustache and knew he could identify him again if
he had to.  He found him coming out of vespers and walked along with
him. The monk said nothing as he went straight to his little cell,
opened the door and waved Caxton in.  Shutting the door, the monk looked
at him, smiled and then removed his vestments. Caxton also removed his
clothes and they stood looking at each other.  The monk, still silent,
stepped forward and took Caxton in his arms, holding him closely.  The
monk's body was slender and wiry.  He was not a worker, but his body was
developed as though he spent time running or swimming. Caxton, through
habit, reached down and felt his ass.  His searching hands were rewarded
with two rounded globes that jutted out like sweet melons.   His hands
ran around the quivering mounds feeling their smooth surface.  He eased
out of the monk's arms, turned him around and pushed him up against the
wall.  The monk spread his arms out as though he were on a cross and
Caxton pushed up against him.  His big cock pushed into the crevice
between the two shapely mounds and he began kissing the monks neck.  The
monk pushed his ass back against the hard dick and moaned.  Without a
word Caxton knelt down, reached up with both hands and palmed the
asscheeks.  He was amazed that such a slender man could have such ample
buns.  He spread the cheeks and looked in at the sweet hole. The monk
was looking down at Caxton, smiling.  He smiled back and then put his
face into the crack, letting his tongue shoot out and lick the hole. The
monk groaned deeply and pushed back. Caxton's tongue moved back and
forth across the hole like a puppy lapping water. He pushed it into the
hole and slurped around. The monk's body was quivering as he surrendered
himself to the pink invader.  He reached down to his cock and began
pulling on it, humping into his hand and back onto Caxton's tongue.
Caxton wet his finger and pushed it into the slimy hole, inching up
further into the monk's secret place, seeking the secret spot that was
the source of such pleasurable feelings. He found it and began pushing
against it in short jabs. The monk, who was furiously jerking his dick,
cried out as his hard cock let out one volley of semen after another.
The white jism hit the wall and ran down to the floor.
   Caxton wasted no time.  He rose up and leaned against the shaking
monk.  Knowing what he wanted, the monk reached around and pulled his
cheeks apart.  Caxton used spit to lubricate his dick and pushed it in
gently.  When his pubes rested against the jutting ass he reached around
to hold the green-eyed monk in his grasp.  He pushed in and the monk
pushed back. In and out, back and forth, Caxton and the monk worked
together to get the most of their short time together.  The monk said
nothing, just moaned deeply and worked his slender body. Caxton kept
pushing his dick into the shapely ass and pulling it out.  The monk was
just the right height for a standing fuck and Caxton pushed up into him
in long stabs that reached the depths of his being. Caxton could tell
from the way the monk responded he was no novice to being fucked. His
beautiful ass was shapely and talented. He worked his muscles in perfect
timing with the hard cock that kept pushing into him.  He leaned back
just right to receive what he was getting. Caxton plowed him long and
hard with powerful thrusts that kept pushing up into the narrow hole and
coming back out. All the while Caxton's hand were running up and down
the monk's chest, grasping his nipples and twisting them.  He was
kissing the monk's neck and nibbling little chunks of flesh as his dick
kept thrusting into the tight place. The two men gave and took, each
intent on satisfying the other.
   "I'm cumming, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
   They both came together, the monk for the second time and Caxton for
the first.
   The monk turned to look at Caxton, smiled and kissed him on the lips.
Caxton returned his kiss and then reached for his clothes, but the monk
pushed his hand away and pulled him back to him. For the first time that
night he spoke, "Don't go, please stay."
   Caxton stayed and enjoyed the monks slender body and shapely ass for
the rest of the night.  The monk amazed him with his power to receive
and his desire to give himself to the large hard dick.
   In the morning Roan gathered all his knights, bade the abbot good by
and left. They arrived at Farnham Castle late in the afternoon. The
welcome was tumultuous, many coming from the surrounding countryside to
welcome back the Knights of the Rod.  William and Bruce were pleased
when they heard the report of the battle.  Roan brought a parchment to
William from the Earl.  In it he told of all that had happened and his
plans for Roan.  William was pleased and immediately began to prepare
Roan for the position he would attain.

   Everyone settled into the routine of the castle.  There was work to
be done, training to be given and various other tasks that had to be
completed.  Roan now had a position of honor.  Although still a young
man he was elevated to higher responsibilities and given greater tasks
to complete.  His relationship with Caxton was solidified, but they both
understood that they belonged to others also.
   So it was that Roan go to know Diego, the knight from Seville. He
was, like many Spaniards, olive in complexion with black curly hair that
always seemed to long.  His body, which was honed by hard work and
strenuous exercise, was covered with the same black curly hair.  He
stood tall, at 6'1'', smiled rarely and talked seldomly. He did not seek
out other men, being content to be with Louis, but with Roan he made an
exception.  Even before Roan was given honors, Diego had watched and
desired him, but did not know how to approach him. He did not know that
Roan was also watching and desiring him, and he would be the one to
initiate their encounter.
   Roan met him one day standing in the courtyard as though he were
waiting for someone.
   "Diego, how are you, my friend? You're waiting for someone?"
   "No, just standing here, thinking."
   "Thinking, about what?"
   "What to do, where to go."  Diego smiled at Roan, taking in his
handsome visage.
   "Well, come with me, my friend, let me show you our countryside."
   Roan and Diego went to the stables, got two horses and rode off. It
was late morning and Roan headed for the river, the place of so many
past encounters.  He led Diego along the banks of the river, speaking to
him of the land and its history.  It was a bright spring day and the
birds were active in the woods.  Every so often they saw a rabbit run
across their path or a fox hiding in the tall grass.  The breeze was
soft and the air fragrant with the flowers that were blooming in
profusion.  The woods almost came down to the banks of the river and
frequently they found themselves among the trees, guiding their horses
between them as they rode. Then Roan began to lead him away from the
river and into the woods to a place that he knew.  He and Richard had
discovered this place sometime ago and they thought of it as their
secret trysting place.  It was a haven, deep in the woods, hidden by the
tall trees. Tall grass surrounded the area, but within the tall grass
there was a mound with soft moss.  No one walking by could see beyond
the tall grass or even imagine that anyone could be inside the area.
Many times he and Richard had come here, on just such a day, to give and
receive the pleasure that meant so much to them. Diego followed Roan's
lead, hoping that this would be his chance, his day to know this
handsome man in the way he wanted to.  His desire was strong and he felt
his cock hardening at the thought of such an encounter.  Even as he rode
behind Roan he kept watching his shapely ass, sheathed in the form
fitting hose, rising and falling with the motion of the horse. He
followed Roan through the woods toward the tall grass and wondered why
he stopped in that hidden place.
   Roan dismounted, tied their horses to two trees and led Diego through
the tall grass.  Diego followed, puzzled at this place until he saw the
tall grass give way to a flat patch of ground, covered with moss-like
grass. He grinned, knowing this was his time.
   "Diego, I want you. I know I should have said more, but my desire for
you is strong and I hope your's for me is also."
   "It is, Roan, I desire this much more than you know."  Diego smiled
and then started disrobing. It did not take long for the two knights to
discard their clothes and to stand naked before each other.
Roan looked at Diego's olive colored skin and admired it. He liked his
deep tone and the curly black hair that covered him like a soft carpet.
Diego's lock cock was standing straight up, pointing toward his chin and
oozing with precum, he was ready.
   He walked to Roan, stood before him and looked into his eyes, smiling
at him.  His hand reached up and ran down Roan's cheek and onto his
chest, spreading across it and touching each nipple. Roan felt his hand
move down to his stomach, play in his navel and then ease down to his
pubes.  Roan reached up and took one of Diego's nipples in his hand,
twisted it and then moved to the other.  He felt the Spaniard's hand
grasp his cock and he sighed, leaning forward to kiss him on his cheek.
With his other hand Roan reached around to cup Diego's ass and felt the
round protruding balls of flesh.  His hand outlined the curvaceousness
of each mound and then it moved toward the valley that separated them.
With a deft movement Roan's finger slipped into the crevice and sought
for the portal that was hidden there. Finding it, he pushed in and
listened as Diego responded with a quiet cry and then pushed his ass
back to receive more of what pleasured him so.  All the while Diego was
stroking Roan's cock with one hand and using the other to play in his
hair as he nibbled his earlobe.
   Roan looked down at Diego's rod and noticed it's dark color, darker
than any dick he had ever seen before.  Roan usually gauged the size of
man's dick by comparing it with his, any man whose dick was bigger than
his was considered really big - Diego's was really big.
   "Diego," Roan whispered in his ear as though he were afraid someone
would hear, "I want to feel you in me."
   "I want that, for you, and then I want you in me."  Diego released
his dick and stepped back.  Roan lay down on the soft grass and looked
up at his friend. He smiled as he raised his legs and brought them back
so that his puckered hole was exposed to the admiring gaze of this
handsome Spanish man.  Diego knelt down between his legs, spit in his
hand, rubbed it on his cock and positioned himself.  He pushed forward
and his cockhead pressed against the little hole, forcing it apart with
its girth.  Roan gasped as the huge cock began its entry into his body.
His slimy hole opened to receive it and took each inch as it came.
Diego was fascinated as he watched his dick disappear into the dark
tunnel that seized him with its tightness and its heat. Roan looked
down, amazed at how much of the big dick was still out, even though he
had taken so much. Inch after inch eased in, filling him with its length
and its girth. Roan lay his head back down on the grass, sighed in
contentment and felt Diego's pubes press against his asscheeks.  Diego
bent over and kissed him, taking Roan's tongue into his mouth and
sucking on it. Roan's hand reached around and cupped Diego's desirable
ass and caressed his cheeks, holding him tightly in his grip.  The
fucking began - thrust followed thrust as the big dick was pulled out
and then pushed in again. Roan ass muscles got into rhythm with the huge
prick as he squeezed and released with each thrust. Diego's body rose
and fell with the motion of his cock as he slammed into the handsome
youth beneath him.  He sucked his tongue, moved to his earlobe and chew
it, kissed him on his face, his neck, everywhere he could reach.   Roan
felt every thrust of the huge cock as it brushed his prostate,
intensifying with each touch and leaving him almost delirious with
passion.  He was rolling his head back and forth as he moaned in
esctasy, his body being pushed to new levels of arousal. The long prick
kept up the pressure, their bodies pushing and pulling against each
other as their cries filled the air. The tall grass witnessed the coming
together of these two virile men, each intent on giving each other an
experience such as they had never had before.  On and on it went.  Diego
fucked Roan with a passion that seemed to have no end.  The huge cock
kept flowing into the narrow passage, filling it and then almost
emptying it as it was pulled back. Time had no meaning and desire seemed
to have no end as Roan received the massive member into his body and
thrilled at its feel and its vigor.
When he could hold it back no longer, Diego's cock exploded in Roan with
a power that was frightening in its intensity.  Wave after wave of jism
bounced onto the walls of the narrow tunnel.  His body shook like a leaf
in the wind as the power of his orgasm gripped it.  Roan came also,
releasing streams of white juice as he cried and shuddered in Diego's
strong arms.
   "I have wanted you for so long. It was worth the wait, my handsome
one."  Diego kissed Roan gently and rolled off his body, laying in the
soft grass.
   "You are awesome, now I know why Louis keeps you to himself." Roan
grinned as he ran a hand across Diego's chest.
   The two just lay there in the afternoon sun, enjoying each other's
presence.  Birds flew overhead, but they were not aware of them as they
fondled and touched each other.  Some touches were erotic, some were
just caring, but they all were part of their bonding as lovers and
friends.  Later, Diego lay on his stomach, letting Roan make love to his
shapely ass with his tongue. Roan licked all around his globe-like
mounds, then he spread them and put his tongue into the little hole.
After tonguing him, he eased his big dick into Diego's tight hole and
fucked him long and hard.  He lay on him and plowed into him with a
passion that was intense. Diego adjusted his body so that he rose and
fell with Roan and they flowed as one in the reality of their joining.
The long cock was the point of union for these two lovers who could not
seem to get enough of each other.
   Roan and Diego rode back to the castle on the same horse, Diego
holding Roan tightly around his waist.  They caused quite a stir as they
rode into the courtyard, everyone stopping to observe this handsome pair
who had not been seen together before. No one said a word, but everyone
gaped. The silence was broken by Louis, who burst out of the castle
door, sword in hand, face red and voice loud,
   "You think you can have everyone, don't you." He ran up to the two
brandishing his sword.
   "I wanted him, Louis, just as I want you."  Diego jumped down from
the horse and interposed himself between Louis and Roan.
   "You cannot have me and him!"  Louis was red with anger and shaking
as he confronted his lover.
   "You have had others, I was with you when you had Caxton and Peter.
How dare you?" Diego was standing close to Louis, their faces only
inches apart.
   "That's different, not him!"
   "What's the difference?  I don't understand. I've never seen you like
this!"
   "I'm sorry, Louis.  I didn't mean to take Diego away from you or
anything.  I just wanted to share myself with him.  That's what I
understood it meant to be a Knight of the Rod, we belong to each other."
Roan had dismounted and was standing next to Louis.
   "We do, but you, you're so handsome and desirable and I feel as
though I can't compete."  Louis' eyes had teared up as he looked at Roan
and then at Diego.
   "Compete?  What are you talking about?  I love you, Louis. Nobody
means as much to me as you do.  Are you crazy? You don't have to compete
with anyone, no one even comes close to you."  Diego stood in front of
Louis.  He put his arms around him and slowly began to walk him toward
the castle.  As he went he turned to Roan, "Never mind, I'll take care
of this."