Date: Tue, 5 Aug 2014 17:53:24 -0700
From: Sean Reid Scott <sean@musclepla.net>
Subject: Sir Nathan, Ch. 1

For publication, perhaps in the "Historical" section. Thank you so much!
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S. R. Scott



Sir Nathan
by Sean Reid Scott



CHAPTER ONE


IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY KNIGHT who sat on his mount, gazing at the
castle. Sir Tanner was a deeply conflicted man, brooding over the scandal
regarding his fair maiden; yet because of their breakup, Sir Tanner now
possessed a new realization of his true self.

He looked at the tall edifice of the keep: large, heavy stones comprised
the imposing tower. It was there he had met the maiden Bertina, and
unbeknownst to him, it would be there he would soon meet his newest love.
He clicked his tongue and gently squeezed his muscular calves around his
steed. The horse began to cross the bridge over the moat. The hooves
clomped softly, slowly.

As he approached the gate it slowly opened, making craping noises as the
heavy timbers moved over the ground. As a knight of the Triangle Table,
Sir Tanner was well known in the kingdom, and as a high-ranking nobleman
he commanded much respect. His horse strode into the courtyard, and Sir
Tan, as he was sometimes called, was greeted with a number of bows and
curtsies. As he dismounted, a young squire approached. "Sir, may I tend to
your steed?" The boy couldn't have been 20 years old.

"Certainly, son," Sir Tan smiled. He handed the eager boy the reigns and
patted him on the head. "Thank you."

The young man watched the back side of the muscular knight as Sir Tan
strode off toward the eating hall.

Inside the hall, the knight was greeted by his peers. His square jaw,
natural blond good looks, and uncommonly muscular physique commanded the
respect of all who laid eyes on him. He hung his chain mail, shield and
other accouterments on a wall. Now, in just his knight's shirt and skirt,
his muscular build was even more evident. Clearly, no man in the realm was
so blessed. But Sir Tan had found a secret that he shared with no one,
that being: No pain, no gain. It took physical resistance to build a body
like his, and Tanner spent ample time in his dungeon-torture
chamber-turned exercise room. Others could only marvel at how developed
his muscles were, not knowing how he did it.

Of course, the supplements also helped. Almost weekly, a page delivered
packages that the knight ordered from a storehouse in neighboring
Southwood Kingdom.

The great hall was full of knights, squires and pages. It buzzed with the
exchange of fork and knife, and the hum of conversation. As Tanner took a
seat at the long table, a hag approached with a large bowl of porridge, a
loaf of bread, and a turkey's thigh. The knight dug right into his meal;
the discussion moved from conquests abroad to the scandal about the King's
cousin's extra-marital affair. Tanner's views were always sought. He was a
man of wisdom and distinction.

At Tanner's left side, his good friend, Sir Joe, sat. "Sorry to hear about
your maiden," Sir Joe said quietly.

Tanner nodded thanks to his friend without speaking. If Joe, or anyone
else, knew the reason for Sir Tan's split with Lady Bertina, the gossip of
the king's cousin would pale in comparison to the whispers and accusations
that would be made concerning Tanner. But his secret was safe, for now.

Eventually, someone at the long table mentioned the visitor.

"Visitor?" Tanner asked. "Who is he? From where?"

"He is Sir Nathan, of Joyous Garde," Joe said.

A few of the men threw glances at each other, and Tanner's curiosity was
piqued. One of the knights across the table looked at Tanner for an
instant, obviously assessing Tanner's size and development—Tanner got that
a lot—then leaned to the man sitting next to him and said softly,
"Methinks the visitor is even more impressive than our Sir Tanner."

Tanner heard, and his curiosity increased even more. "In what respect?" he
asked the knight who had spoken.

"No disrespect, kind Sir," the knight replied, "but in my only encounter
with Sir Nathan, I found him to be even larger and more imposing than your
most-impressive stature." A few others mumbled their agreement.

Even Tan's friend Joe didn't deny the claim.

Tanner's eyebrows rose. "Indeed," he said. "I should like to meet this
visitor from Joyous Garde. And see for myself."

Two hours later, Sir Tanner sat in the King's private chambers. His
Majesty, King Victor IV was a kind, aging man who enjoyed great popularity
with his subjects. He frequently consulted his Knights of the Triangle
Table, and one of his closest advisors was Sir Tanner, who enjoyed an
audience with the King at least once a week.

"I'm sorry to hear about the breakup with Lady Bertina," the king said.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Tanner looked toward the ground, without
offering any more discussion about it.

But the king would have none of that. "Tell me, are you at liberty to
mention any facts about your decision not to marry her?"

The knight looked at his king for a moment. He knows, Tanner thought. He
knows. "Your Majesty," Tanner began, "there are things I could tell The
King. But methinks His Majesty is already aware of the circumstances."

The king stood and slowly walked to a window that looked down onto the
main courtyard. His robes flowed majestically at his sides, but did not
touch the floor. As he stared outside he said slowly, "Sir Tanner, word
has gotten to me. And it isn't pleasant." He turned to the knight and
said, "Indeed, it is scandalous. Repugnant."

Sir Tan's shoulders dropped. He stared at his own feet.

"Something as serious as what I've heard must needs be either verified, or
vehemently and vociferously denied," the king said, casting daggers with
his gaze. "What say you?"

Sir Tanner slowly stood. "Your Majesty," he said, "Tell me what it is that
I am accused of, and I will answer truthfully."

"My royal lips will not say the words!" Victor almost shouted. "But you
have been accused of doing with a man that which should only be done with
one's wife!"

Tanner looked down for a brief moment, then back up. "Your Majesty, the
accusation is... true."

The king leaned against his desk with one hand, his knees almost buckling.
He found the nearest chair and sat. His face was wan. He would not meet
Sir Tanner's eyes. "You force me to make a decision," he said softly. "The
decision to either have you stoned—which would bring disgrace upon not
only the Knights of the Triangle Table, but upon the whole kingdom—or to
cover this up and have you quietly whisked away, perhaps to Southwood
Kingdom." He propped his elbow on his desk and lowered his forehead to his
palm.

"Your Majesty," the knight said in a whisper, "I am at The King's mercy."

Victor looked up at Sir Tanner now. "I am not prepared to endure a scandal
of this nature. Not in my advanced age. If it becomes public knowledge
that one of my knights has engaged in this... this behavior... I don't know
that I would survive. Indeed I don't know that the Monarchy would
survive."

Tanner said nothing.

"You will confine yourself to your apartment in the castle keep while I
consult myself," Victor said. He looked up at the knight and waved his
hand. "Off with you."

Sir Tanner bowed, turned, and left.

Later that evening, Tanner sat in his apartment in the keep. The
accommodations were luxurious for the day, a testament to Sir Tan's high
position in the knighthood. Sir Tan in a chair next to his fireplace,
reading a secret erotic novel, of the homosexual persuasion—something
smuggled in from Southwood Kingdom. Two sconces on a wall and a lamp on
his table provided enough light to read. A small fire crackled in his
fireplace. A knock on his door brought his book to a hasty, snapping
close. He quickly stuffed it under his mattress and moved to the door.

"Excuse me, Sir," a handsome young squire stood in the hallway, holding a
tray of food and drink, "but it's time for your evening meal."

Sir Tanner smiled. "Yes, thank you. Please set it on the table."

The page did as he was told. Tanner admired the young man. In a word, the
lad was cute. He was tall, if a bit lanky. Straight brown hair framed his
blemish-free, handsome face. After he sat the tray down, he stood, still,
waiting for further instructions.

"Thank you," the knight smiled. "Tell me your name."

"Stephen," the squire answered. He stood at attention, looking straight
ahead.

"Stephen," Sir Tanner smiled. "That's a good, strong name." Sir Tan's
voice and demeanor was itself strong, and he made his statement with a
deep, resonant voice.

Stephen blushed at the compliment. "Thank you," he said. "Coming from you,
those are fine felicitations."

"May I ask for information?" Sir Tan asked.

"Certainly, Sir," the young squire answered.

"During dinner, in the great hall, there was talk of a visitor. Do you
know of whom I speak?"

Stephen looked directly at the knight, blushing again. "Yes m' lord. He is
Sir Nathan, of Joyous Garde." Stephen quickly averted his glance in
embarrassment. Just saying the visitor's name seemed to stir an emotional
response in the lad. He had heard stories.

"Is he staying in the keep?"

"Yes, Sir. His Majesty prepared the finest guest quarters for him. His
suite is just next door."

"Well then. Perhaps I shall have to pay my respects to our honored
visitor," Tan said.

"But Sir," Stephen said. "I am under His Majesty's direct order to report
to him if you leave your apartment. I am sorry Sir."

Sir Tanner scratched his chin. "Hmmmm... what to do..." He closed the
distance between himself and Stephen, now standing directly in front of
the squire. "Do you have any suggestions, lad?"

Stephen shied, looking askance.

Tanner stepped uncomfortably closer. "Tell me, boy," he said softly, "what
is it that I sense from you?" A log in the fireplace fell in on itself,
crackling and throwing sparks up the flue.

"I... I wouldn't know, Sir."

Tanner smiled at the squire. The two men were about the same height, but
Stephen was slender compared to Tanner's muscled physique. The older man
was imposing. "Perhaps I sense some kind of... unusual... desire on your
part?" Tanner whispered.

"I... wouldn't know, Sire," Stephen increased the importance of his address.

The knight leaned forward. He placed his left cheek next to Stephen's and
held it there. The three-day scruff from his beard rubbed Stephen's shaved
skin. Squires are supposed to obey a knight's every command, but of course
this behavior was quite unusual. Tanner's warm breath brushed past
Stephen's ear. Then, the large knight pulled back, standing straight, if
not still inside the squire's personal space. "Tell me Stephen. Did my
cheek against yours cause you discomfort? Or... perhaps... arousal?"

"I... I... cannot say, Sire."

Tanner chuckled. "You answer correctly. That kind of arousal cannot be
mentioned. And yet... you've already said it. Your timidity is your answer."
With that, the knight took Stephen's face in his hands and pulled the
young man to himself. He pressed his powerful physique against Stephen's
as he gently began kissing the lad. As Tanner's tongue softly parted
Stephen's lips, Stephen pressed his lower torso into the knight's. Their
cocks pushed together under the fabric of their skirts. When the knight
pulled his face back, he smiled and said, "A squire, who aspires to the
knighthood, would never stand still in the face of my advances, let alone
press his organ against mine as you just did—unless, of course, he shared
my desires."

Stephen blushed.

Sir Tan smiled. "So tell me, squire, what say you? What could be done to
allow me a brief leave of my apartment to meet this Sir Nathan?" With
those words, he brought his right hand to Stephen's crotch. He squeezed
lightly.

Stephen didn't respond, but his eyes were wet.

"Don't be afraid, Stephen," Sir Tan reassured. "The reason I am confined
here is because of the desire that burns in my heart—the same desire that
burns in yours. Your secret is safe with me."

Stephen blinked back the tears.

"Tell me, son, did you know why I am confined? Are there rumors
surrounding me?"

Stephen shook his head. "I have heard nothing as to why... as to your...
disposition."

"Yet, you suspected I might be amenable to your state?"

For the first time, Stephen cracked a anemic smile. He looked into Tan's
tender eyes. "No, Sire. I didn't not suspect. But perhaps... I hoped."

Tanner chuckled. He closed the distance between them once again and the
two men embraced. Between kisses, Tanner whispered, "So, my lad. After I
pay my respects to our visitor, I will wait for you to come to me here,
confident that my brief visit next door will remain a secret, just between
you and me." As Stephen ran his hands over the knight's muscular back
side, Tanner added, "And then, that will become just the first thing that
will remain only between you and me. Yes?"

Stephen smiled broadly now, exposing his beautiful teeth. He nodded.

Sir Tanner took the squire's hand and led him to the door. "Return at two
gongs," Tanner said with a wink.



STEPHEN WALKED DOWN THE HALLWAY to the squire's bunk room. A few other
squires were there, reading as they lay on their beds. One of them was not
familiar to Stephen. Stephen assumed he was from Joyous Garde—the squire
to Sir Nathan, the visitor. He was young, and quite well-built. Quite
handsome.

Stephen passed the squire's bunks and went into the washroom where he
secured the door behind himself. His member was quite prodigious. A few
hours later, when the knight would hold it in his hand, Sir Tan would be
amazed that a lad so gangly could possess an organ so thick and long. For
now, though, the cock was just for Stephen to enjoy. And enjoy it, he did.
Within a minute, as Stephen fantasized about the gorgeous, huge Sir Tan,
he exploded with enthusiastic gushes of his youthful semen.



SIR TANNER'S PROGRESS DOWN THE HALL was somewhat quieter than his usual
powerful gait. His confident stride was replaced with cautious steps. When
he arrived at the prime guest suite, he rapped on the door four times.

The door eventually opened. The rumors of the visitor's over-large build
had been inadequate to convey the man's imposing stature. He took Tanner's
breath. Sir Tan found his eyes at chest-level with the man. He raised his
face and tamped down an audible gasp at the gorgeousness of the man's
countenance. For the first time in his life, Tanner felt small.
Intimidated.

Tanner finally found his voice, but it wasn't without a crack that he
said, "I am Sir Tanner of the King's Triangle Table. Welcome to
Northfield." He extended his hand.

To Sir Tan's relief, the huge man smiled. They shook hands. "Sir Nathan,
of Joyous Garde," the muscular giant said. He took two steps backward and
motioned for Tanner to enter.

Tanner did so, and sealed the door behind himself. He stood there, nearly
dumbfounded, gazing. Sir Nathan's muscles were so much more full than his
own—so much bigger, harder-looking. The man stood head-and-shoulders
taller than Tanner. His flowing, jet-black hair draped down onto his
mounding trapezius muscles. His face was stunningly gorgeous. Thick
eyelashes, radiant brown eyes. The visitor's shoulders were impossibly
wide, and their round shape was overwhelming. Certainly, this man knew of
the "No pain, no gain," secret that Tanner had discovered. His deltoids
were painfully full and heavy. And these cannon balls terminated at the
man's triceps with an insertion that formed a deep chasm between the
muscle groups. Simply astounding muscle development. The sleeves of his
tight-fitting bleached evening shirt stopped midway down the biceps, and
those arms—the size of most men's legs—held freakishly-pronounced cephalic
veins that ran downward to feed his thick, rippling forearms.

Yet, despite the jaw-dropping development of Sir Nathan's shoulders and
arms, it was his massive chest that asserted the core of his power. The
thick plates of muscle housed twin areola—visible under the fabric—which
were capped with peanut-sized nipples. These nipples actually pointed
toward the floor because of the protrusion of the pectorals. Where the
tight white fabric dove under and back, these plates of meat cantilevered
out over the void. The man's back was so wide and thick that it forced his
gigantic arms outward. Arms, back and chest seemed to be in a battle to
occupy the same space.

In contrast to that struggle, Nathan's intercostals and abdominals worked
together, girdling his lower torso to pour the huge man's muscle downward,
into a narrow confluence at his taut waist. Tanner struggled to keep his
eyes from bulging as they took in the sight of Nathan's upper legs,
flaring out from that waist to form columns that rivaled the keep in which
they stood. Just. Phenomenal. Muscle.

"It is very nice of you to greet me," Nathan said, facing Tanner. "It is a
long journey from Joyous Garde, and I was not sure of the welcome I would
receive."

"I trust your welcome has been adequate so far," Tanner said.

"It has," Nathan smiled. "His Majesty Victor is quite accommodating." He
looked up at the high ceiling and the plush furnishings of his suite.
"Your kingdom is obviously full of beautiful riches." He looked back down
at Tanner, who was fighting to maintain composure after watching the huge
man's neck thicken with the upward gaze. Yet although Nathan's physique
was more than imposing, his demeanor was friendly.

"Tell me, kind sir," Tanner said, "what brings you to Northfield?"

"Commerce," Nathan said. He motioned for Tanner to take a seat in one of
the two large, comfortable chairs that flanked the fireplace. He took the
other. "My king wishes to establish trade with Northfield. Joyous Garde
has rich forests, and our craftsmen are talented artisans. We desire to
sell some of our wood workings."

"Yes, I am aware of your craftsmen's reputation for excellence," Tanner
said. His eyes could not be still. They examined and traced every single
bulge of Nathan's muscular torso. God, his arms were amazing. Heavily
muscled, bigger than they should be, yet lean. Rippling with every minute
movement of his fingers.

Tanner's voice softened. "I'm also aware that some of the laws at Joyous
Garde are quite... liberal, compared to ours."

Nathan smiled. "I believe you are correct. There are things that I can do
at home that I would be stoned for, if done in most other kingdoms."

Tanner cleared his throat. "I wonder, though, how a simple stoning would
be able to impact your obviously powerful physique."

Nathan smiled. "Thank you."

"Can you tell me, sir, what kind of things might elicit a stoning here,
that would not, at Joyous Garde?" Tanner asked.

Nathan pressed his lips together, then said, "Well, let me see..." He gazed
up at the ceiling, searching for his words. Then he looked directly into
Sir Tan's eyes. "Well, for example, if you had engaged in your man-to-man
behavior in my kingdom, you would not be confined to your apartment, and
be facing a possible stoning, as you are now."

Tanner's jaw dropped. "You know of this? Of my situation?"

Sir Nathan smiled. "Yes. That is actually the real purpose of my visit.
Not merely commerce."

"I don't understand," Tanner said, his heart beating rapidly.

"I have come here to offer you asylum at Joyous Garde, if you desire it."

"But how did you know of me?" Tanner asked.

"The man whom your maiden discovered you with. His name was Jonathon, yes?"
"Yes," Tanner answered.

"He was an itinerant salesman... from Joyous Garde," Nathan said. "When he
returned home, after being caught with you, he told of the discommodity
you would face. He asked our king to help you. I was chosen."

Tanner said, "I... I don't know how to respond."

"You should consider the offer quickly," Nathan said. "My squire has word
that King Victor is leaning toward a stoning."

"But he told me he couldn't afford the scandal. He wants to keep this
under wraps."

Nathan shook his head. "I'm afraid that is no longer possible. If my
squire has word of your fate, you have to know that your fellow knights
are also aware of your situation. Your king will be forced to take
decisive action. He cannot violate his own laws."

Tanner paused. "Dang. Everyone in Northfield is a gossip."

"I can get you out of Northfield," Nathan said. "But it must be soon. I
plan on staying through the day tomorrow. I will tell your king that I
must depart the following morning for Joyous Garde. But if you want my
help, we will have to leave during the darkness of tomorrow's night
instead."

Tanner was downcast. "I know no one in Joyous Garde. It will difficult to
leave."

Sir Nathan stood. He extended his hand to Sir Tanner, who then stood and
took it. "You know me," Nathan said. "And something tells me, you would
like to get to know me a little... better." He stepped close.

Sir Tan, at Nathan's chest level, let his eyes take in the magnificence of
those pectorals, then slowly lifted his gaze. Nathan's thick neck
supported a square, masculine jaw line, and a tan face that was now
smiling down on him. Tanner opened his mouth to speak, but no noise came
out.

"Are you alright?" Nathan asked.

"Yes... I'm sorry. It's just that I've never been... been the smaller one,"
Tanner said.

Nathan stepped closer, his smile gentle. Tanner's face was nearly touching
the fabric covering Nathan's pectorals, his nose almost buried in the
insane divide. Nathan looked down into Tanner's concupiscent eyes. Then,
the larger man took Tanner's broad shoulders in his hands, slowly leaned
forward, and as Tanner instinctively tipped his head up, their lips met.

Tanner let an audible moan escape into Nathan's mouth. Nathan held still
as Tanner pushed his organ into Nathan's, just as he and Stephan had done.
Tanner found himself standing on his toes to better enjoy the embrace that
both men now fully held. Sir Tan's unbelieving hands moved over Nathan's
wide back, up to his shoulders, and then onto those impossibly big arms.
It just wasn't possible that he was experiencing this dream come true. He
never thought his fantasy of meeting even more muscle than he himself
possessed would come true.

They held the embrace for minutes, each man exploring the other with his
tongue and hands. Eventually, Sir Tan pulled at Nathan's evening shirt, at
the waist. He slowly slipped his fingers under the fabric and moved them
up Nathan's abdominal cobblestones—cobblestones laid with better precision
and craftsmanship than the ones that formed the castle courtyard outside
their window. Nathan stood still for a second, allowing Tanner to feel out
his abs. Then he could hold back no longer, and he leaned forward again to
renew their kiss. As they kissed, Tanner continued to move his hands
upward, until his fingertips hit the overhand of Nathan's chest.

And they kissed some more.

Tanner moved his hands higher, under Nathan's white shirt, onto the twin
continents of the huge man's chest. They continued to kiss, and Tanner's
fingers and palms moved slowly over and around the warm, hard pectorals.
Instinctively, the men pressed themselves into each other, their rods
pushing hard. Nathan's powerful arms held Tanner close and tight. Their
tongues intertwined. Tanner's hands trembled over the wide warmth of
muscles. Occasionally, Sir Nathan rolled his pectoral muscles under
Tanner's palms. A moment later, Tanner's worshipping hands, still
underneath the shirt, moved wide, and he felt the delta-like muscles of
Nathan's lats. Then, farther around, Tanner began experiencing the
vastness of Nathan's back: traps and lats, and the top of his glutes.

The men's breathing was labored now. Suddenly, Tanner felt himself lifted
off the ground. With ease, Sir Nathan picked up Sir Tan—all 250 stones of
him—and carried him to the curtained bed as if he was a small sack of
flour. Nathan placed Tanner inside the enclosure of the high bed, on his
back. Tanner began undressing himself while he watched Nathan lift his
white shirt up and over his head. Sir Nate was now on his knees, looking
down at Tanner who was on his back. Within the minute, both men were
naked, and Sir Nathan was holding Tanner's hands down, above his head, as
he lay on top of the blond giant. And they kissed some more. Passionate
moans alternated with tender kisses. Their hands were continually busy.
Nathan's huge physique overwhelmed Tanner's huge physique.

They continued to force their organs into the others' waistline.
Eventually, Nathan rolled to one side, and then continued to suck, lick
and kiss, until finally, Tanner moved down Sir Nathan's body. He took the
over-large, thick cock of his visitor in one hand and lifted it so he
could lick it. Up and down the big shaft, Sir Tan moved his tongue,
applying a beautiful sheen. He fondled Nathan's balls; he placed his lips
on the tip of the cock and started to go down on it.

Nathan moaned his approval and placed his hands on Tanner's head. Gently.
It was the best blow job the knight from Joyous Garde had ever
experienced. Tanner was obviously well-versed in techniques of
stimulation.

Nate was panting now. He took his hands from Tan's head and hit the bed
with his fists. "I'm going to come!" he groaned.

Tanner pulled off. "No, my giant. Not yet," he smiled. "When you come, it
will be inside me." He gently stroked Nate and said, "I want to feel this
mighty organ inside of me, expanding with its violent explosions as it
fills me." He gently placed the huge cock down, on Nathan's abdominal
mounds. Then Tan lightly stroked it, then Nathan's balls and perineum.
This did nothing to quell the larger man's impending orgasm. Nathan's
fists tightened. His whole body constricted and steeled.

So, Tanner removed his hand. He watched, and Nathan seemed to relax. He
moved up to Sir Nate's face and they kissed again. Once he was confident
the visitor had backed away from ejaculating, Tanner moved his mouth back
to the cock and resumed the job of bringing his guest to the edge once
again.

When it was again evident that Nathan could take no more without blowing,
Tanner pulled off again. He repeated the process four or five more times,
with each successive journey eliciting more colorful vocalizations from
Sir Nathan; each time the huge man came closer and closer to the edge.

Nathan decided it was time to turn the tables. He rolled forward, on top
of a surprised Tanner, then took to his knees so he could minister to Sir
Tan's own prodigious dick. The knight from Joyous Garde was no less
talented than Sir Tan, when it came to giving head.

"Oh my god..." Tanner moaned. He looked down and watched as the muscles
rippled all over Nathan's body, while the giant man moved his lips up and
down Tanner's shaft. He dropped his head back onto his pillow and groaned
some more.

Unfortunately, Tanner's self-control wasn't as strong as Nathan's.

As the castle guard, outside the window on the rampart, called out his
hourly, "All is well!" Tanner's cock exploded inside Sir Nathan's mouth.
Tanner flopped his head from left to right, back and forth, so he wasn't
able to see Nathan's thick neck bulge with striations as he swallowed
Tanner's seed. All of it. Not one drop ended up outside of Nathan's
amazing body.

Wet with passion-driven perspiration, Tanner panted as he recovered.
Nathan rolled to his side, smiling. "You Knights of the Triangle Table
have no self control, no?" he grinned.

"I dare say, sire," Tanner panted, "none of the KTT has ever faced such a
formidable... friend."

Nathan pushed himself toward Sir Tan's face and they kissed. Tanner, once
again, found himself on his back, with the mega-physique on top of him,
kissing him passionately. Sir Nate was getting more and more randy.

Without waiting for Sir Tan to fully recover, Sir Nate pulled up onto his
knees. He smiled as he looked into Tanner's lusting eyes. He pulled
Tanner's legs wide and up. He had to let go of one ankle in order to pull
his mighty cock downward into the correct position for penetration. But
Tanner left his leg raised and splayed wide, just like his other one
was—being held by Nathan's powerful arm. His delicious ass invited Nathan.

Tanner was not used to being in this position. As Northfield's biggest
man—by far—he always chose his position, which was almost always top. And
certainly, if he ever had been on the bottom, he had never faced an organ
as threatening as Nathan's. Regardless, he smiled back, and forced his
sphincter to relax. It wouldn't have mattered whether or not he was
relaxed; Nathan would do what he would do, without consideration of the
resistance.

Nathan pulled his long, thick cock away from his abdominals, rotated his
hips, and placed his dribbling head against Tanner's red cherry. He leaned
forward now, and balanced himself with one mighty arm, using his opposite
hand to steady the aim of his dick. As soon as he breached the opening, he
removed that hand and placed it on the mattress, opposite his other hand.

Tanner's eyes watered; he groaned in pain. He gazed into his conqueror's
eyes and watched while Nathan exercised his dominance. Sir Nathan pushed
in about halfway, and Tanner silently pled with the gods that this was
already the hilt.

But it wasn't.

At this point, Nathan did stop, though, giving Tanner an opportunity to
assimilate the invader—if that was even possible. But then, Nathan, in one
fell swoop, shoved his manhood all the way in, until his pubes rested
against Tanner's ass.

Tanner turned his head and grabbed a pillow, burying his face in it as he
yelled. He nearly hyperventilated. Once he felt that Nathan was rocking
inside him, he pulled his face from the pillow and looked up. Nathan's
expression vacillated between overbearing strength and dominance—to
extreme, almost dream-like pleasure.

In this push-up position, looking down on Tanner's handsome face, Nathan
began to rock more enthusiastically. Harder. He'd pull all the way out to
the lip of his cock head, then thrust all the way back inside.

Tanner grabbed his own ankles to keep his legs wide.

After a minute or two, as Nathan got closer to climax, he bent his arms
and lowered his over-muscled upper torso onto Tanner. He supported himself
on his elbows, on the outsides of Tanner's shoulders. They kissed, forcing
Tanner to pant through his nose. A most pleasing accommodation.

Nate's hips now rotated in earnest with the in-and-out movements. Tanner
could feel the ridges of the distended blood vessels on Nathan's huge,
muscular cock as they passed up and down his tunnel. Nathan pulled his
mouth off Sir Tan's, and nuzzled his mouth next to Tan's ear, whispering
tender expletives as he fucked. Tanner's strong hands moved over the "V"
shape clam shell of Nathan's beyond-wide back. Then down onto Nathan's
taut, tiny ass.

Tanner came again, jerking his whole body involuntarily with a powerful
snap, as the first blast of his cum sprayed into the void between their
abdominal formations. He let out a "yip" with the second ejaculation.

When Tanner was about half-way through his orgasm, Nathan's muscular body
tightened into stone. He froze with his next thrust, holding himself
still. And he came. Like Tanner's, Nathan's body jerked with the onset of
his climax; he filled Tan's ass. He spent the first three ejaculations
completely still, holding himself as far inside as he could, just emptying
himself into his new lover. As he hit the fourth release, he began to buck
again, with a steady—if passionate—rhythm. His huge arms held Tanner in
place. Tanner felt small—and he loved it.



HAVING ALREADY HAD THREE orgasms that evening, one might question Sir
Tanner's capacity for even more. But he was nothing if not hardy. An hour
later, as he closed the door behind Stephen, he immediately hardened once
again—this time at the vision of the young man's wonderful, tight ass as
Stephen made his way into Tanner's apartment.

"I'm glad you came," the knight said.

Stephen turned around and faced Sir Tanner. "I couldn't help it. I find
you... irresistible." It was obvious that Stephen was looking hard at the
tight-fitting knight's shirt that hugged Sir Tanner's upper body. Muscles
bulged all over hell, and Stephen's cock began to throb with its desire.
Tanner's shoulders and arms could only be described as "epic." His thick
chest cantilevered into the room. His narrow waist broadened into two
gigantic, thick columns of leg muscle.

Tanner smiled softly. "The feeling's mutual, son."

"I've admired you from the day I first saw you," Stephen said. "Your power
and strength are unrivaled."

Tanner's eyebrows rose. "Apparently, you haven't seen the visitor, Sir
Nathan?"

Stephen's eyes narrowed. "No sire, I haven't."

Sir Tan smiled. "Well, perhaps later, some time, I could introduce you to
him. I think you'll find him... acceptable."

Stephen blushed. "I fail to imagine how I could find anyone more
`acceptable' than you, sire."

Tanner motioned for the squire to sit in one of the two fireplace chairs.
He turned toward a credenza and, with his back to his charge, asked, "Can
I offer you a drink?" He glanced over his shoulder to Stephen and
continued, "To settle your nerves?"

"Yes, thank you, sire," Stephen answered. He demurred, "Is it that obvious?"

Tanner approached Stephen with a drink in each hand, giving the squire one
of them. "It is," he said. "And it is damn attractive." He rose his drink,
and Stephen met it with his own. Then they drank the toast. Tanner sat in
the other chair. "Tell me, son, does anyone else know of... your
predilections?"

Stephen shook his head. "No sir."

"So, how do you satisfy your desires?"

Stephen looked at the floor. He hesitated, then said, "I pleasure myself,
while I think about... mostly... you."

A corner of Tanner's mouth rose. "And would you be amenable to telling me,
what it is about me that causes you to need to pleasure yourself?"

The lad's cheeks visibly reddened. He finally looked up to Tan. "Your
obvious strength. Your physique is the most impressive I've ever seen."

"I see," Tan smiled. "Thank you." He took another sip of his drink. "Would
you like to see me removing my coverings? To give you a better view of my
physique?"

Stephen nodded. "I'd like that... very much, sire."

Tanner stood. He slowly pulled his shirt up and off—all the way—and let it
fall to the floor.

Stephen audibly gasped at the visage of supreme muscle.

Tanner's muscles were huge, yet there was no fat on them. Insanely
separated, powerfully distinct, yet proportionally tied-in to form the
most astounding physique in Northfield—until recently, that is. Tanner
inhaled a full, slow breath and his chest expanded, if that was even
possible. His cleavage rippled with lines—each one about a quarter inch
apart, running perpendicular from the canyon. Thick, meaty plates of
pectoral muscle. Stephen couldn't take his eyes off of them.

That is, until Tanner raised both gigantic arms and flexed them. Stephen
had never seen such a display. Sir Tanner's biceps crested, then formed
even higher crests on top of the lower crests. At the crown of these
peaks, the muscles visibly separated into two distinct, striated, rippling
heads of muscle.

Stephen was in danger of coming, just from this demonstration of
unbelievable manly muscle. His jaw was slack.

Tanner lowered his arms. While he studied the squire's reaction, he slowly
undid his skirt with his muscular fingers. His eyes were glued to Stephen.
And he wasn't disappointed in the lad's response. Involuntarily, Stephen's
right hand moved onto his own tunic, squeezing and kneading at his crotch,
while he gawked at Tanner's muscle body. As soon as the skirt was loose,
Tanner let it fall to the floor. He wore a leather pouch that barely
contained his organ. Tanner's upper legs, now completely visible, were
like marble pillars, and each one rippled and rolled at Sir Tan's
direction.

Again, Stephen found himself gasping at the sight of such mind-boggling
brawn.

Sir Tanner, encouraged by the squire's inability to control his responses,
moved to demonstrate more of his insane development, showing off back,
triceps & biceps, forearms, abdominals, quads, and even calves. Once he
was satisfied that the young man had seen an ample display of his
muscularity, Sir Tan smiled and said, "Squire, be not bashful. I would be
interested in knowing how you pleasure yourself when you think of my
physique."

Stephen had wanted to stick his hand inside his skirt since Tanner had
removed his shirt. He didn't have to be asked twice now. He lifted his
skirt and gave himself one languid fondle over his leather thong, then, as
Tanner resumed flexing, he pulled himself out of his thong. Immediately,
the youthful penis sprang to full attention, dribbling clear pre-cum down
its amazing girth and length—a salute to the effect the muscle knight was
having on him.

Tanner stepped closer to Stephen. Slowly, he looked down at his own
leather pouch and undid it. He tossed it aside. His cock, as Stephen's,
now sprang to full erection.

Stephen stood and took off all his clothes. In less than a minute both men
were standing cock-to-cock. Tanner rubbed his against Stephen's; they
poked. They slid their shafts up and down the others'. Neither instrument
could be regarded as having an advantage over the other—a testament to the
lanky lad's virility, for certainly, Tanner's engorged organ was equal to
his muscular development.

As their swords crossed, slid and rubbed over each other, Sir Tan rolled
his pectoral's in front of Stephen's face. Almost involuntarily, Stephen's
hands rose onto the flexing chest muscles. His eyes rolled back in his
head.

"Your hands are gentle, squire," Tanner said. "I enjoy your touch."

Stephen just moaned. He moved his hands over the rolling chest slowly,
worshipfully. His youthful cock continued to rub against the knight's
mighty organ. Their pubic hairs intertwined. Then, with virtually no
warning, a gushing of white fluid sprayed out of Stephen's upright dick,
splashing the knight's abdominals and chest, some liquid even landing on
the lad's own fingers. A second eruption actually hit Tanner's chin.
Stephen's hands now tightened on Tan's pecs. His knees weakened, and he
found himself leaning into Tanner. His left cheek landed on Tanner's right
pectoral, and was moistened by his own cum.

Tanner took hold of Stephen's shoulders, steadying him as the squire
leaned into his chest fully now. The lad moaned while his cock continued
to burst its liquid worship, not having had the stimulation of anything
but Tanner's cock next to it, and his own hands on Tanner's magnificent
chest.

"You squires have such little self-control, no?" Tanner smiled. He took
Stephen's face in his hands now, and tenderly kissed the young man. Once
Stephen was completed, Tanner took the squire's hand and led him to the
high, curtained bed, where he would insert himself in Stephen's ass, and
have his fourth orgasm that
night.


[To be continued...]


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