Date: Tue, 02 Nov 1999 22:18:18 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Forceps Mark 05


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THE FORCEPS MARK
by Andrej Koymasky (c) 1999
written on September 3 rd 1994
translated by the Author
English text kindly revised
by Anonymous 2thenth
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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE FORCEPS MARK" is a gay story, with some parts containing
graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family,
opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this
story. But if you really want to read it, please be my welcome guest.

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CHAPTER 5 - The odd prophecies of the Brett

Brett continued: "That appearances deceive, Guntar. Every star doth
shimmer until the sun doth rise."

"Thy words I ken not... What dost thou mean?"

"Thy star will waxeth greater than thy wants and upon thy days the sun
will smile upon thee... and thou, boy, when thy brother rebelleth agin
thee, be magnanimous and the gods will look with favor upon thee, for
the God Niel protecteth thee in his curious way."

"Wherefore dost thou say that? I have no brothers... Wilt thou
explain..." Olaf was disconcerted.

"And, what dost thou see about the two of us?" Guntar asked,
interrupting Olaf.

"The love that binds ye is blessed by the Gods and will become perfect
on the day when the lesser doth offer himself unto the greater."

"Yes in just a few weeks, right, my Olaf?" the knight smiled. The boy
smiled too and nodded happily.

"Nay, eight months will pass until that time. It will be a sunny morn,
and ye shalst be nigh a fall. Forget ye not these words. Now get ye
hence, I hae no more to tell ye."

They bid farewell to the old man and started their way back to the next
village.

"I don't feel the old man had clear ideas... he said I have a brother!"
Olaf mused.

"And it will for sure not be in eight months that you will be mine,
right?" Guntar answered with a smile.

"I would be thine even here, immediately, thou know that. I will not
wait eight months -- the few weeks I have to wait to the end of thy
investiture service, seems long to me!"

"They are long to me too, my sweet boy..." Guntar said pulling him close
in a hug.

Their lips touched and their bodies longed for each other. Guntar
started caressing the boy.

Olaf ached with desire but tore himself from Guntar: "Do not break thy
vows. We waited for, lo, these many months, we can still await the few
days that remain."

"Here the god Niel took his Brett and loved him." the young man
murmured, his eyes filled with desire.

"But then he left him, do you remember? I don't want you to leave me!"

"This place is enchanted." the knight sighed. "Thou are stronger than me
and I am blessed. I love thee more than ever."

"I love thee too, my liege Lord!" as the spell of Brett's presence
faded.

They continued their way. Guntar rode deep in thought. Olaf watched him
while walking by the side of his horse, and wondered what his beloved's
thoughts were. He would have liked to be able to read his mind and not
have to be told through words. He wondered why two lovers couldn't read
each other's minds, hearts and souls?

Guntar looked at Olaf and saw his intent eyes and smiled. "Why are you
looking at me like that?" he asked with a gentle voice.

"I was wondering what you were thinking."

"Strange and mysterious thoughts. I was thinking that we are just three
little ants on this wide land you, Thunderbolt and me; a land where the
sun rises and sets not knowing we exist. And yet I ride a horse and you
are afoot, I am the king's knight, and you my servant. Why? Who decided
all that? I love you, you love me -- are we not then equals?"

"You, for me, are more than the sun, of that I am sure. And I am over
joyed being your beloved servant. I am happy to be yours."

"What about me? I am in love with you; does not that mean I belong to
you too?"

"You... belonging to me?" the boy gasped.

" I am certain it is so. Isn't love belonging completely to the other?
This is why I know I am in love with you; I want to give all of my being
to you. I want to possess you but Amor wants to give of himself, and I
love you. Isn't it extraordinary and mysterious?"

"Yes, I see what you mean. Yes, it really is something beyond my ken.
How one wants to own another and give of oneself at the same time..."
Olaf mused.

They reached the town and Guntar asked shelter at a castle of a noble
man. They were given a room and a hot bath was drawn for him. The tub
was vide, oval, made from oak. Guntar wanted to bathe with Olaf and they
washed each other. The long caresses of the soaped hands aroused their
desires.

"The temptation to break my vow is quite strong, Olaf." the knight
murmured while intimately caressing the beautiful body of the boy, "...
I want you more and more..."

"But we will resist," Olaf sighed.

"Yes, but it is wonderful feeling your desire in your hands, reading it
in your eyes, feeling it in the shivering of your skin, hearing it in
the tone of your voice..."

"How many days until your oath ceremony?" Olaf asked caressing Guntar's
wide chest.

"Eight days. On that day I will present myself to the King. I will tell
him my deeds. He will bestow me my shield with my coat of arms and then
I can choose my esquire, and I will be freed from my vow and I will make
you mine!"

"The eight days will pass quickly."

"Never fast enough..."

The noble man offered a supper in honor of Guntar, so Olaf, for his
first time, could serve him at table, excelling at it. Olaf was looking
at all the aristocrats gathered at the banquet, wearing precious
clothes. He saw how the young ladies were looking coyly at Guntar, and
how he was courteous with the ladies, and was filled with pride --
Guntar was by far the most handsome in that hall, the most admired. His
knight!

Then the musicians started to play and the dances started. Olaf had
never seen Guntar dance and watched him -- enthralled -- Guntar was
elegant, beautiful, refined. Olaf was sitting in a corner, his heart
filled with love for his man, when a young servant girl approached him.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Olaf."

"Do you know that I never saw a servant as beautiful as you are?" the
girl flirted.

"Thank you."

"Where you dressed in their clothes, I would have believed you to be a
noble man. How old are you?"

"Nineteen, anon."

"Do you already have a beloved girl waiting for you?"

"I have already sworn my love."

"Oh... well, she's a lucky girl who you have given your heart. Do you
miss her? When will you meet her again?"

"Yes, I miss my beloved. We will meet in eight days."

"If you... if you feel lonely, I'd be glad to keep you company." the
girl murmured, blushing.

"Thank you, but I do not feel lonely."

"Your knight is truly handsome, and the young lady I serve is captivated
by him. She is sure to meet him, once free of his vow, and I'm sure she
will invite him here again. So... we too may meet again."

"It is not only your mistress who is fascinated by him." Olaf said
merrily, looking at the girl with laughter in his eyes.

"'Tis true that other ladies want him, but she is the daughter of out
Lord, and so she comes before all the others. See, how beautiful they
are, when they dance together? And if your knight courted my
mistress..."

"The servants could imitate their masters?" Olaf smiled. "But I forsworn
my love, and I am true to my word. Therefore..."

"You are not being courteous!" the girl surly said.

"I am but a servant..." Olaf said lightly.

That night they went to sleep. In Guntar's room there was the bunk for
Olaf, set at the foot of Guntar's bed, as tradition demanded. Olaf
carefully folded Guntar's clothes, then stripped and was about to get in
his bunk.

But Guntar said him: "Snuff the candle and come lie with me."

"Yes, Sir." the boy said gladly.

Guntar held him tight against himself: "The servant girls were flocking
around you, weren't they?" he asked.

"As the ladies were to you."

"I was dancing with them, but I was dancing for you."

"You were so handsome -- I had never seen you dance!"

"I saw that you never moved your eyes from me."

"I felt that you never looked at me..."

"Quite the contrary; I was impatient for the party to be over, so I
could hold you like this."

"Seven more days..."

"... and I can give you all my love..."

"... and make me yours."

"Yes, make you mine..." Guntar murmured and kissed him with tenderness
and passion.

Olaf quivered and whispered: "But if you do so, it will be difficult to
resist for seven more days."

"How many times have I been close to breaking my oath? You always made
me keep it, and I am grateful to you for that. As soon as the King frees
me from my vow, the first thing I will do will be to make you my squire;
you can sew on your clothes my coat of arms and then I shall make you
mine."

"Can't you do the opposite?" the boy asked holding him close.

"No. I cannot take you in the throne hall!" Guntar laughed while
caressing him.

"What will your coat of arms be?"

"I am yet to choose it. If Herald finds it meet it shall be painted on
my shield."

"Haven't you picked one out yet?"

"Before I met you I thought it would be a silver sword on my colors, but
now..."

"Now?"

"A red rose on my colors."

"A red rose?"

"It is said that in the Southern Countries it is the symbol of love. So,
I will wear my heart on my sleeve when it is on my coat of arms --- it
will be my sign."

"So my livery will be embroidered the red rose. But that will be the
symbol of your love for me, isn't it?"

"Yes, certainly. As soon as we arrive at the King's castle I shall meet
the Herald right away so that everything will be ready the day the King
bestows on me a seat in the Knights Hall."

"The ceremony will be for you and you alone?"

"No, there were four of us; all four of us should be back. That is my
hope."

"The three other knights are your friends?"

"Yes, but one more than the others. His name is Kim, We almost grew up
together. He is my best friend."

"Did you ever have sex with him?"

"For a while when we were squires."

"Do you love him?" Olaf inquired.

"No, we like each other very much, but we didn't have true love. We
trust each other in everything which is why the King sent us on
different paths, he to the south and I to the north. He is more than a
brother; I can tell him that I love you, I know he understands me; even
if he prefers women."

"And you?" Olaf asked slyly.

"Me? I always preferred men."

"You preferred?" Olaf asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes, I preferred. Now I have no preferences -- I know I am in love with
you." Guntar said tenderly, tightening his hold and gently kissing Olaf.

Finally they took the road to the Capital. Olaf saw that the city, large
it may have been, was dominated by the King's castle. They crossed it
and Olaf was fascinated. It was wider than all the towns they had
crossed; it was lively, full of fine buildings, workshops, and stores.
They reached the lower portcullis of the castle and Guntar announced
himself. The chief guard came out and recognized him and escorted him to
the middle gate. Here the gatekeeper was a knight who was Guntar's
friend who heartily welcomed him and asked about his service year. While
Guntar spoke with his friend, Olaf took Thunderbolt by his reins and
followed them, looking in awe at the system of fortifications, and the
soldiers wearing the Kings colors -- argent and crimson. They reached
the inner gate and here another knight welcomed Guntar and brought him
through the castle gate to the courtyard where he entrusted Guntar to
the knight on duty there. The last took Guntar to the reserved quarters
where Kim and another knight were already waiting.

Olaf was lead to the stables where he curry combed Thunderbolt and then
they took him to a room where he had to sleep the days he was to wait.
It was a large room with a wide pallet on one side. Here he met the
servants of the two other knights. One was a twenty three years old man
named Kuno; he was the servant of Kim. The other was named Weis who was
twenty years old, servant of the knight Erich. Kuno was once a
fisherman, a stout youth with clean brown hair. Weis was slender and
tall, his hair ash blond, and was the youngest son of a knight. Weis and
Kuno had already become friends and they welcomed Olaf with simple
camaraderie. Weis was sure he'd be Erich's squire, then a knight in his
own right. Kuno, on the other hand, knew he would remain a servant, as
Kim already had another in mind to be his squire after the Rite of the
Giving of the Shield. Weis, coming from a knight's family, knew much
more than his companions and explained what would happen.

"Is it true that the knights have sex with their servants or squires?"
Kuno asked at one point.

"Yes, it happens at times; certainly when they are on the road or at
war. It is like the Lords with their pages. A man needs to have sex, and
when he does not have his woman, he beds a boy or a youth, it's
perfectly normal. Because a servant, squire, or page sleeps in their
lord or master's room it happens..."

"Weis, have you already been bedded by a man?" Kuno asked him.

"Of course, more than once and with more than one. Why?"

"Me... I have done it a few times with a fisherman in my village, before
becoming the knight's servant. What about you, Olaf?"

"Many times, and with several men."

"I don't know... My friend, the fisherman, at times took me during the
night, when we were alone. He just come to my pallet, loosened my
breeches, fuck me then leave without saying a word. During the day he
didn't want to talk about it. Well... I liked it, and disliked it, so I
wanted to know if you liked it or not."

"I presume I wouldn't have liked it that way." Weis said, "Some men are
like that with their women -- they take them in the dark of night, then
they don't want to talk about it. However, I believe that both between
men or with a woman, the art of making love has to be different. My
first man was when I was fourteen year old; he courted me, he didn't
simply fuck me. He made me want to make love with him."

"And you, Olaf?" Kuno then asked.

"My first time? I was raped by my master's two sons. They talked the
whole time but I'd have rathered they were silent." Olaf answered
ruefully.

"I would like to try it with one of you." Kuno said, looking at his two
companions.

"Why not," Weis smiled. "Tonight we three will be here. We might even do
a goodly threesome."

"No, you do it. I'd rather not." Olaf said.

"I presume that after your experience you dislike bedding men," Weis
understanding said.

"No no, it is not that. I just don't feel like it," Olaf winked. "But
you two may."

That night Olaf heard them beside him, making love, murmuring, and he
heard Kuno whisper, "Oh, yes, I like it, in this way!" and heard them
moan with their orgasm.

Olaf was aroused because he fancied being with Guntar -- just a couple
of days until that moment.

The next day they were summoned to rehearse for the ceremony. There was
no news about the fourth knight. Olaf saw Guntar again and he felt that
he was the most handsome of all the knights. They were not able to talk
to each other alone, but Guntar said to Olaf that the Herald had found
meet adding the red rose to his coat of arms and emblem. They then went
their separate ways.

That night Kuno and Weis made again love. Then Olaf heard the
ex-fisherman say to Weis: "I'm sorry that we part tomorrow. I like you
so very much."

"Yes, Kuno, I do like you too. But our lives will not allow us to be
together. I shall become a squire tomorrow and one day I will become a
knight. I will marry, and you will, too."

"Yes, I know but... Who knows why two men cannot marry?" Kuno asked.

"Don't talk nonsense! One marries to have children; two men cannot,
true? Two men can only have sex for fun." Weis retorted.

Then, from the darkness, Olaf said: "No, they can also do it out of
love. Two men can be in love."

"Are you still awake? Love each other, two men? Now come on! They can be
very close friends, fit wonderfully together, have good sex together,
but love is a different thing. A man can only love a woman, everybody
knows that!"

"I am not so sure about it. I believe that two men can fall in love for
each other and really love each other." Olaf insisted.

"I think like Olaf." Kuno said, "Even though I haven't ever fallen in
love with a man, I think it could happen. I don't think it is about sex,
but of being with the right person."

"But the man is made for woman and woman for man; it is obvious," Weis
insisted.

"If you are talking about making children, I agree. But as to the rest,
no. I think that Kuno is right, if you find the right person, you fall
in love, be it man or woman."

"So, you both think that two men should be allowed to marry?" Weis asked
in amazement.

"If they love each other, why not?"

"But one marries to have children." Weis insisted.

"That's not true. My father and my mother were not married, and yet I
was born as were my three brothers and two sisters." Kuno said.

"Well, that is true..." Weis said thoughtful.

"Having children, being in love and marrying are three completely
different things." Olaf said. He hadn't given it much thought about that
but now, thanks to his companion's argument, he was considering the
idea.

"But were you to have all three together, wouldn't it be perfect?" Weis
grinned.

"Sure, but just look around you, it's great if there are just two of
them! Perfection is not to be in this world. There are those who love
and have children, without the benefit of marriage, like Kuno's parents.
There are those who marry and have children, but without love. And there
are those who love and marry, but can't have children..."

"And probably also who loves one, marries with another, and has children
with a third," Weis said wryly.

The next day a great ceremony and the rites were held. For the first
time Olaf saw the King, the Queen and the Crown Prince Bjorn in their
splendor. Bjorn was fifteen year old, and was handsome in his array.
Olaf admired him; but he was particularly impressed by King Harold;
majestic and serene face tinted by a light veil of sadness.

The three knights received their shields painted with the coat of arms
they had picked, then Weis and Olaf were given the rank of squire. Then
the three knights withdrew, each to the room assigned to him, followed
by their squire or servant. When finally Guntar and Olaf were together
again, and they were alone.

"Tomorrow there will be a feast and joust in our honor. Come here, Olaf,
the King freed us from our vow of chastity at long last. Come, beloved.
This is the hour we have dreamed about for almost a year. At last I can
give you my love."

"Let me undress you..." Olaf said bending to remove the sollerets and
jambs from his man.

He undressed him little by little, slowly savoring the act he had done
many a time, but it was now filled with new meaning. Guntar let him do
it, his heart full of desire, and he then undressed his squire. When
they both were nude Olaf admired Guntar's glorious erection, knelt in
front of it in near worship, and held it by his lips.

"You are so handsome," Olaf murmured kissing the flesh scepter he was
about to welcome into himself.

"You already have seen and touched me hundreds of times." Guntar
murmured, quivering as he caressed Olaf's hair.

"But never like now. You have never been so handsome."

"And you are more desirable than ever, Olaf."

"Make me yours..."

"Yes... come..." Guntar said pulling Olaf towards himself and onto the
bed, "You are more handsome than ever."

Guntar made the boy lie on his bed and laid on top of him, rubbing
against him his hard erection, warmly holding him between his arms and
legs, and kissed him.

Olaf felt to be in paradise: "Make love to me." he begged.

"Yes, soon. I have dreamt of this moment, Olaf, when I finally make you
mine!"

"I am thine!" the boy murmured.

Guntar knelt between Olaf's legs and lowered to suck the boy's member.

Olaf quivered like tall grass in the June wind: "Oh... do you like doing
that?" he queried.

"Of course. Do you like it, my love?" Guntar asked, starting again to
suck, to kiss, to lick it.

"Oh, it is a beautiful feeling your lips like that... But... make love
to me, please... make me yours..."

"Do you want me inside you?"

"Yes, so much..."

"So much... how much?" Guntar asked taking the boy's legs and resting
them against his chest and shoulders as he caressed his thighs, sides,
and chest with pleasure.

"So very much... please take me..."

Guntar took a flasket he had filled with a scented oil, he poured some
out and started to carefully lubricate his squire hole, it quivered and
pulsed at his finger's touch.

"Oh, take me... please..." the boy begged.

"Yes, now..." Guntar panted as he started to spread oil on his long and
hard rod. He recorked the flasket and put it to the side and spread
Olaf's small, firm buttocks and guided the tip of his love rod on the
hot hole: "... here I am... I finally make thee mine..." he murmured
starting to push.

"Oh, yes... I feel you... how good... you are... entering me... oh, yes,
yes, yes... I'm yours... all yours..."

"Yes, my love... I like you... you're mine... aaah... I love you... you
are mine at last... aaah, how good it is..." Guntar panted slipping
inside his beloved Olaf in a steady continuous push.

Olaf felt the pubes and the swollen balls of his man pressed firmly
against his nates, and the hard and firm rod was all inside him, hot,
palpitating.

Olaf made a sweet and grateful smile: "You are inside me, finally..."

"I adore you... it's beautiful being in you... making you mine..."
Guntar whispered with delight as he started to pump in and out with
decidedly gentle rhythm in an erotic and passionate dance. Olaf was
shivering all over each push and was enjoying that pole driven deep
inside him, finally taking him with virile vigor.

Guntar was enjoying the blissful expression that lit up the boy's face
and smiled: "Do you like it?"

"It's wonderful feeling you so deep inside me. I have never felt
anything so wonderful. You are taking me to paradise!"

"I have never experienced something so great. I adore you, and I am
happy having you!"

While Guntar continued to make love to Olaf with his passionate strokes,
they were caressing all over each other's bodies as they traded words
full of love and passion, and happily drowned in the overjoyed eyes of
their lover.

"Oooh, Olaf... oooh... I'm about... to give you... my seed..."

"Oh yes... yes, I feel it... go on... make me feel it... feel it hard...
push it all the way inside me... oh, so... oh, that's great..." the boy
panted making his love chute pulse while pushing himself against his man
and lightly twisting his small ass to better feel the strength of
Guntar's beautiful pole that was about to unload in his depths.

This stirred up the Guntar's orgasm. He pushed his rod all the way
inside Olaf and pulled him to his body, burrying him in kisses, moaning
and squirting jets of his hot lava inside him. They both shook as one,
victims of intense pleasure. Then Guntar pulled away out of Olaf and
moved himself so he could take Olaf's member between his lips. Olaf was
already more than excited and that sweet, hot contact made him cum at
once; arching his back and trembling and loudly moaning all his
pleasure, and shot directly into the throat of his man, who drank it all
in big eager gulps.

When Olaf started to relax from his shuddering, sweating, panting;
Guntar again laid on top of him, while kissing him and murmured: "You
taste delicious. Now my seed is in you, and yours is in me. So, you
really are part of me and I a part of you. And I love you, yes, you
really are all mine, now. It is delightful, isn't it?"

Olaf nodded his assent as tears flowed from his eyes.

Guntar was worried: "What's up? Did I do or say something that..."

"No... one can also cry with joy, you know; and I feel so happy that...
I am sorry that it is over... It was so beautiful!"

"Oh, my sweet love! This was but the beginning. You will always sleep in
my bed, in my arms."

"And you will make me yours every night?"

"Why, just at night?" Guntar asked sweetly.

"Of course what ever time you wish." Olaf sighed, slavishly kissing the
hand caressing his cheek, "I belong to you, you know it. I really am all
yours!"

"Yes, I know it. And I thank you."

"You thank me? It's I who am so grateful!"

"I thank you because you gave all of yourself to me. I have to thank you
for the joy with which you welcomed me into you. I have to thank you for
your fidelity and love."

The next day there was the joust, then a great dinner in the Court to
honor the new knights.

Soon thereafter, Guntar, bought a fine colt for Olaf, returned to his
home, with him. He introduced Olaf to his family and, as was the custom,
a bed was placed for the squire at the foot of Guntar's bed. But from
the first night, they only used Guntar's bed, and Guntar never let a day
pass without making love with his beloved Olaf.

They were more and more united, more and more deeply in love. They
trained together in long, arduous sessions, hunted, took long rides and
never skipped a chance to make love, amidst nature, at high noon, and
they dearly these occasions.

Olaf's nineteenth birthday came and went. One fine sunny morning, after
a good ride in the woods, they were bathing under a cascade in the
rocks, Guntar took Olaf in his arms and took him into a small meadow
near some bushes and started to kiss and caress the boy with passion.
Olaf abandoned himself and prepared himself to be taken. As usual Guntar
started with sucking Olaf's beautiful, erect member. Then Olaf offered
himself to Guntar, lusting for more.

But Guntar caressed him and said, "No, today I don't want to take you."

"No? Why? Are you tired with me?" Olaf was disappointed and alarmed. He
looked into Guntar's eyes.

"Not at all, but I don't want to take you... For quite some time I have
felt a new desire, so..."

"Tell me what you want, anything, and I will do it for you, for your
pleasure, for your happiness!" the boy said happily.

"Today I want you..." Guntar said tenderly caressing the boy's
beautiful, shuddering member.

"You want me to... tell me..."

"I want you to make love to me."

"Me? Take you? But I am but your squire!" Olaf was surprised.

"No, you are the first of all my Love, and for many days I have wanted
to feel you inside me. You promised me you will do anything I ask of
you... didn't you?"

"If... if you really want to..."

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