Date: Tue, 02 Nov 1999 22:18:18 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Forceps Mark 06

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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 6 - The King discovers who Olaf really is

"Yes, I really want it and I want another thing," Guntar said.

"Your wish is my command, sir."

"You must stop calling me Sir; you should call me by my name, you are my
friend and lover."

"But you are a knight, I will never be one. You are asking much of me.
What will others think?"

"All right, if you won't call me by name, I'll start calling you Sir."

"It would be ridiculous..." Olaf smiled while shaking his head.

"In that case, use my name if you don't want me to become ridiculous."

"It will not be easy, but if that is your wish, I'll try. I do not need
to use your name, for me."

"But I need it. And I want you to make me yours, today," Guntar said
lying on his back and offering himself to his young squire.

Olaf was deeply moved. Seeing the man he loved, whose body was gorgeous
to his eye, giving himself in that way, stirred him deeply. Trembling,
He knelt in front of him. He shyly caressed him but was now excited, and
with a low voice asked again: "You really want me inside you"

"Yes, take me, make me yours. That will make me happy."

Olaf leaned against him, and Guntar guided him in: "Oh, take me, Love!"

"Yes..." Olaf said, shuddering while starting to push.

"Make me yours..."

"Here I am..." Olaf murmured feeling Guntar open for him.

"Oh, yes... push harder..."

"You are so tight..."

"It has been ten years since another man has been in me... Aaaah, that's
the way, yes... Do you like it, Love?"

"Yes... it's beautiful... aaah... I'm entering... oh, how great... oh,
Guntar... ooh..." Olaf moaned while sinking in the tight chute while the
hot channel held his member like a glove on the hand that wears it for
the first time.

The boy experienced intense pleasure, amplified by the joyous expression
on his lover's face. He had trouble entering him, he had to push with
vigor to get past the normal resistance of the door closed for years.
Guntar evidently longed for that invasion, wanted it, and thus gave Olaf
 the energy needed to push himself in to the hilt in the tight hole
being offered him.

"Please, my love... harder... make me feel how much you like taking me,
how much you want me... make me yours, finally..." Guntar begged
passionately.

"Yes... I want you... oh Guntar... ooh... do you feel me?"

"Yes... you are so manly and strong... Oh, that's beautiful... come on,
take me... ride me... own me, Love..."

Olaf reached the depths of that channel, and so he started to hammer the
hot and firm ass offered to him with much longing.

"Oh, yes, this way... that's beautiful... Olaf, Love... this way, go
on... harder... go on... go on..." Guntar moaned shaking his head, prey
to mad pleasure, brushing Olaf's flexed pectorals with his fingertips;
Olaf who was taking him with sweet vigor. "Oh, Olaf, tell me I'm
yours... tell me you love me..."

"Yes, you are mine, you are the wonderful man I adore..."

"Do you like being inside me?"

"Yes, it is wonderful... but later... later I want you in me."

"Certainly, my love... Oh, how good it is to feel you inside me."

"You are beautiful, Guntar."

"You too are, my beloved."

"Oh Guntar... I'm com... coooming... oooh..." the boy moaned giving him
strong and decided strokes, and unloaded inside his lover with wild
abandon etched on his face.

Guntar mirrored the thrusts of his lover with strong pushes and flexing
his muscles so that his sphincter tightened around Olaf's hot rod; Olaf
was shuddering with an intense orgasm.

"Oh Guntar... how great... Did you like it?"

"Immensely!"

"Do you like best making me yours, or being mine?"

"Both. Now I feel more complete. We really now are equals, you and I;
we're really the same, you in me and I in you."

"Take me, now. I want to feel you inside me, too."

"Yes, my love, it is time now I make you mine." Guntar said, full of
desire.

They switched positions and Guntar mounted Olaf who glowed welcoming him
in with a wide, satisfied, smile. "Oh, at last you are in me. Oooh, how
wonderful it is!"

"I'm yours, and you are mine," the young man murmured while  he took
Olaf with passionate vigor and gentle tenderness.

Guntar gave his semen to his beloved, in a frenzy of pleasure and joy.
They lay, panting and happy; embracing, caressing and kissing each
other; while their hearts  slowly resumed their normal rhythms.

"I love you too much, Olaf. I cannot possibly live without you, now.
You'll never leave me, would you?"

"How could I?"

"Whatever happens?"

"Whatever happens. But... how can I call you by name and break protocol
in front of others? What will they think?"

"It is not uncommon that a squire and his knight become inseparable
friends."

"But not a noble, like you, and a mountain boy like me; I will never
become a knight, you know that."

"Don't be sad, but... it is in our own selfish interest for that to be
true. Were you to became a knight, we would not be able to sleep in the
same room, in the same bed every night and makelove every time we wanted
to as conditions now let us."

"That's true... yes... I also don't want to be away from you anymore. I
love you, Guntar. The Gods put you on my path, that day..."

"Possibly the god Niel; he loved a boy."

"But not as much as we love each other! He left his boy, who knows why!
If he truly loved him..."

"Gods are beyond our ken. Mayhaps a night for a god is a man's life
span, or even several life spans."

"Who knows why Gods don't travel amongst men like in days of yore?  I
may be that we men are no more able to recognize them amongst us?
Thou... art not thou a God, perchance?" Olaf asked.  Guntar understood
that the boy was not jesting; that he was telling him how much he was in
love with him.

They returned home, happy in their newer intimacy, merrily chatting
along the road, riding their horses. As soon as they arrived, a servant
approached them and warned Guntar that a King's messenger was waiting
for him. After dismounting his horse, not bothering to change his
attire, Guntar went to meet the messenger. The man brought him an order
from the King -- he had to immediately go to Court to take command of
the castle guards. This was an high honor showing how high the King's
esteem Guntar was.

The knight went to warn Olaf: "Lets hurry, the King awaits me. Lets take
all we shall need to live in  Court. We will not be back here for who
knows how long. It will probably be necessary to load a couple of asses,
what do you think?"

"But at Court... would we continue to stay together?" asked Olaf.

"Of course we may. Thou art my squire, so thou wilt sleep in my room as
it has been."

They left, and all Guntar family bade him farewell. His father also gave
him a young servant. Their small caravan went its way crossing towns and
villages, stopping to sleep in castles and inns, until it reached the
King's castle. The major-domo assigned Guntar his quarters. While the
servant was putting all their belongings in order; Guntar changed his
clothes and brought Olaf to Court to present himself to the King.

King Harold officially named him the Commander of the Chosen Guard who
were charged with the safety within the castle walls, then presented him
to the knights and the nobles who held charges in the court. With that,
Guntar started his new duties.

Guntar was assigned three rooms near the guards' rooms. In one there was
his bed with his esquire's bed at its foot.  In the next room was his
servant's bed and the chests and closets. Both of these rooms opened in
a third room where Guntar would eat and receive. This last room opened
on one side to an hidden passageway leading to the King's apartments,
and on the other side to the Guard's armory, which also opened on the
rooms where the guards slept, in groups of six.

First he called role of all his men to see how they were organized and
carried out their duties. The last Head of the Guard did a good job, so
Guntar didn't see fit to make many changes, which  pleased his men. The
only thing he did was to increase the training on the parade ground on
the back esplanade of the castle. Training for physical confrontation
with and without weapons, as well as physical training to increase
strength, dexterity and resistance. He and Olaf trained with the men as
a matter of course.

The duty of the Guard was to protect all internal doors of the castle
and to form an escort for the King, the Queen or the Crown Prince when
they left the castle. The guard was organized in three shifts, each
commanded by a shift leader who reported directly to Guntar. The men of
the guard were chosen amongst the most skilled  and handsome soldiers
and all were in their twenties. After five years of service, they were
moved to the External Guard, controlling the external doors, portcullis
and the castle glacis, the best of them with command ranks. The Internal
Guard, unlike the external one, could not marry so  the old commander
explained to Guntar, as he passed him his charge, it was customary to
pretend not to see anything if something happened in the bunks between
young soldiers; young men in the bloom of youth and full of sexual
energies needed each other... Guntar was soon aware that it happened all
the time and that several almost steady couples had formed. Without
saying it, he took note of that when forming shifts and did not divide
couples; the men were quite happy with this.

Whenever Guntar and Olaf were alone, they made love in their room,
taking each other with unbridled passion and increasing love. They
didn't have a chance to make love outdoors during the day. Often Guntar,
Olaf and a platoon of guards would escort the King and the Crown Prince
as they hunted in the woods on the hills behind the castle.

Every day Guntar and Olaf trained in the parade ground that was behind
the Keep inside the walls. One day, Guntar asked Olaf to intercept
arrows he was shooting on a target using his sling. The first days it
seemed an almost impossible task, but Olaf insisted on practicing and at
 long last he hit his first arrow in flight. Little by little he refined
his technique and within a few months he was able to hit nearly all the
arrows that his lover shot.

With the guards, they also trained with the sword, in the hand-to-hand
combat, in the use of various weapons as well as running and jumping.

At times they also attended Court functions. Olaf liked Prince Bjorn,
who now was almost seventeen year old, strong, acute, and bold.

One day Guntar said to Olaf: "I'd say that you and the Prince look like
each other, in some ways, especially in your lips."

"Come on! He has wavy hair and mine is straight. He has different eyes,
a different face's shape. He is  more handsome than me..."

"No, absolutely not. You are more handsome than the Prince!"

"You say that because you are smitten."

"No no. If you just wore the Prince's clothes, and he those of a squire,
nobody would find it odd. You have something noble in your gait, in your
figure, and in your movements."

"Come on! I am but a boy born in the mountains. I could never pass as a
prince!"

"'Tisn't true. You have changed a great deal since we met. Now you ride
and handle a sword like a real knight, you are able to bow and speak
gentle sentences like a noble."

"But I shall never be a noble nor a knight;  I am happy with my lot,
provided I may stay at your side. I will never renounce you! I don't
envy Prince Bjorn one iota."

"Thou mayest be but a mountain lad, as thou claim, Olaf, but I love thee
with all that I am, and I will never leave thee, not even for a prince.
Verily, I will never turn my back on thee."

"That is my prayer." Olaf averred.

"The more thou learn the ways of men, the more handsome thou art. I see
how the damsels look upon thee here in Court. Thou art tempting to more
than one of them."

"I feel pity for them. But thou too... I think that many would like to
marry thee."

"But I will never marry. I have thee!"

"Not even if the King ordered thee?"

"I would renounce being a knight for I could not obey him."

"You swore him loyalty and obedience..."

"Yes. I would be happy to give my life for my king, but not my fealty to
thee. Thou art first in all things."

"If he heard thee, he could make thou rue those words..." Olaf said,
full of pride for this declaration of love that his lover had just made.

* * *

One day, when they had lived in Court  for more than one year, Guntar
was training with Olaf on the parade ground, on a sunny afternoon before
mid-summer. They were practicing with pikes. It was really an hot day,
so, first Guntar and  then Olaf, stripped off their tunics and continued
their intense training. From a window of the royal apartments, King
Harold watched with pleasure how the two young men fought. It was an
agreeable scene, full of force and fire, yet was elegant as a court
dance. The king liked his new guards commander and his young, vigorous
squire.

He admired them and decided to go downstairs to watch them more closely.
Escorted by four guards, the king reached the esplanade's edge and sat
on a stone, in the shadow of the keep, and watched them. The squire had
raised his pike with both arms and was about to bring a downward blow on
the knight who answered  it with an horizontal blow from right to left.
Olaf turned on his side to nimbly dodge the blow and the king gasped --
on the squire's side he saw the three red marks, parallel, at chest
level; it was unmistakable. Barely controlling himself, he kept his eyes
on that place that was often hidden by the squires arms. Yes, there was
no doubt, these three marks...

The king, tense, his heart beating strongly,  signaled one of his
guards: "Go up to the queen's quarters and ask her to come to me at
once. Don't waste time!" he ordered.

The guard bowed and ran inside the castle. A few minutes later, the
Queen come out, escorted by two ladies in waiting and two guards.

Se approached with a smile her husband and lightly curtsied: "You
summoned me, my spouse?"

"Gertrude... yes... Move back, all of you!" he said to the ladies and to
the guards. When he was alone with the queen, he said: "I want you to
carefully look at that boy, Guntar's squire. Look at his left side, at
the level of his nipple, and tell me what you see..."

"The boy? What are... Oh! Oh my, those marks! It is not possible that...
They are the marks..." the queen suddenly said as she turned pale as a
sheet.

"Yes, identical... It cannot be just a coincidence?"

"Oh, Harold... I knew he was not dead!"

"Now, wait, we must be sure... Summon the midwife... then we will call
that boy and we will question him in order to understand if he
really..."

"Oh, I am sure, he is him! He is still living... And he was here for
months... and it is he, I can feel it... And look, how beautiful he is!"

"I think so too but... let's not be overly hasty. Come, now, call the
midwife and let me know when she arrives. Lets meet in the Seal Room, I
shall stay here. Don't tell anybody, for the moment. But yes... he must
be Niels, even if he now has another name... He looks like you, how
could not be noticed that before? He has your eyes, your hair..."

"And your lips, your nose... Blessed be the Gods... I go; lets not waste
any time!" the queen said making a gesture to her ladies in waiting and
rushed into the castle.

King Harold remained to look at the couple training in the fight, and
was admiring the boy, his son. And he was more and more convinced he was
really him... after twenty years!

A lady-in-waiting approached the King and whispered something. King
Harold nodded. Stood up and went to the two men who, upon seeing him
approach, stopped their training and bowed.

"I am sorry to interrupt you, but the boy must come with me, now." the
king said with a smile.

Olaf grabbed his tunic, "Your Grace, let me dress and..."

"No, as you are, come as you are. Now, immediately." the king said.

Olaf was amazed and looked to Guntar who lightly nodded, while asking
himself the reason behind the sudden, strange request.

"Should I come, Sire?" Guntar asked.

"No, Guntar. You will wait in your rooms, I may need you later..."

Olaf followed the King, he was embarrassed that he could not dress and
wondered why the king, for the first time, wanted him... The King took
him to the Seal Room, in the west tower. He made the guards stop outside
of the door and entered. Inside there were only the Queen and an aged
woman, slightly plump, dressed like a servant.

The King sat at a table, near the Queen: "Young man, what is your name?"

"Olaf, your Grace."

"Where were you born?"

"In a small village in the mountains, in the kingdom of King Oder, close
to the border with your kingdom, your Grace."

"How old are you?"

"I am twenty years old, your Grace."

"Who are your parents?"

"I never met them. I was found wrapped in a small blanket, near the well
of the village. It seems that a group of brigands abandoned me there. At
least, this is what the woman who grew me up told me."

"Brigands? I see... Would you please lift your left arm and show to this
woman your side?" the Queen said gently looking kindly on him.

Olaf, amazed, complied to this request.

The woman looked and became pale throwing a choked cry: "For all the
gods sake!"

"Is that the mark?"

"It is, your Grace, it is. Without any doubt! Three marks like these,
perfectly straight, parallel, right on that point."

Olaf looked at the woman, confused, without understanding.

Then the King asked Olaf: "Can you explain how you got these three
marks?"

"I think I have always had them, your Grace. I could possibly have them
since my birth, I don't know."

"No, thou wert not born with them, but thou got them from this woman
right while thou wert born. A mistake, possibly, but how blessed it has
been!"

"This woman? When I was born? I don't understand..."

"Show him the forceps." the King said to the midwife.

The woman pulled out from a cloth an iron, similar to big bent pliers
that had in one side a small vane with three deep grooves: "Thou did not
want to leave your mother's womb, so I had plucked thee out with this.
But I grabbed thee sorely, I made thee this mark. Exactly there, where
it is," the woman said, with tears in her eyes.

"Thou helped birth me? Thou then knowest who are my mother and father?
Oh, I beseech thee, tell me!" Olaf said, deeply stirred at that news.

The woman looked towards the King and the Queen. They stood up and went
near the boy.

The king said: "Thy name is not Olaf, but Niels. She is thy mother and I
am thy father!"

The boy widened his eyes and went pale: "I... your Graces... How could
that be possible?" the boy murmured, at a loss..

"Near the border of the lands of King Oder some brigands attacked the
Queen's train and kidnapped thee. We thought thou wert kidnapped for
ransom, but we learned no more about you. I am certain thou art that
baby -- the marks, thy age, the place where thou were kidnapped then
abandoned, all match. Thou art verily our first born Niels. The gods
have given thee back to thy family, my boy, my son!" the King wept.

Then the Queen took the boy between her arms and sweetly murmured: "My
son, Niels, my son."

Niels didn't know what to do or say. He was confused beyond words. He
the crown prince? He the son of the King and Queen?

They talked and, little by little, the boy was convinced.

But at the end, he said: "Wilst thou allow me, I would like to talk with
Guntar, my knight. He took care of me in these past two years, he
rescued me in the danger, he saved me, he taught me all I know."

"Yes, certainly, but later.  I will  order you clothes worthy  a man of
your state, then... we will hold a great party and we will present thee
to all the kingdom aristocracy -- the real crown prince, who was not
dead, but who is again amongst us. And I will prepare thy new quarters,
and give thee servants and guards... And..."

"Forgive me, your Grace, but..."

"No, not grace -- thou must call me father..."

"Yes, father... but I would like to se immediately Guntar. Right now."

"All right, I'll summon him. Meanwhile your mother and I will prepare
all you need for your new life. You can wait for him here."

Niels remained alone, and sat down looking around  astonished, confused,
and deeply stirred by the news. He was the crown prince! But he didn't
want to lose his Guntar. He had to talk with him, then to make things
clear -- if they wanted him to take his place in Court, they could not
end his relationship with Guntar, or else he would leave. Yes, he was
determined.

Not much time elapsed and Guntar knocked at the Seal Room door. "Come
in!" Niels said.

"Oh, you are here? Are you alone?"

"Yes, for the nonce. What did they tell ye?"

"To come here immediately, nothing more. What happened? You look
worried. Is there a problem?"

"Yes, Guntar, just one, but a very huge one. I am... er,  my name is not
Olaf, but Niels... I am.. um.. how can I say it?"

"Niels? The disappeared first born of our King... Oh great gods! Thou
mean that thou... That the King... That's why... Thou art not playing
with me? Thou art Prince Niels?"

"So it seems..." the boy said and told Guntar all what the midwife, the
Queen and the King told him. He ended: "But I... I don't care. They want
me to take my place; and that would be right with me, even if I am
scared, but I will only take place if I am able to stay with you.
Therefore I intend to say to the King that we are lovers and that I
don't want to lose you."

"If thou art...

"You, my love for we are equals."

"If you are the Prince... I have to treat you accordingly... and then, I
am but a knight, and..."

"No, first of all we are lovers, aren't we? Take a deep breath.  You
asked me to stop with formalities because we were peers, and to take
you... I did that, because we love each other. Now, it is I who am
asking you to stay with me, to continue to be my lover and my peer. We
swore that nothing and nobody would part us. Well, this also will not
part us. I would renounce my name and leave the castle for you. Do not
be the one who deserts me.  I love you."

"I love you, it matters not that  you are a mountain boy or a prince.
Olaf or Niels, it's always you, my boy, my beloved."

"And you my man! Especially now that I have great need for you. These
changes scare me. To call the King father, the Queen mother, and the
Prince brother... You must stay close to me, now more than ever."

"Yes, I swear you, I will never leave you. I'm yours, as before. All you
can ask me, I will do. I love you Ola... Niels!"

"Good, I will talk to the King, to my father, anon, and I will tell him
my conditions. Stay near me, while I speak with him. I will draw
strength just looking at you."

They were still talking when the King came back.

So Niels told him, with a respectful tone but determined voice: "Before
I can call you father and take the place that you say belongs to me, I
have to tell you some things, your Grace..."

"Tell me." King Harold merrily said.

"These twenty years I lived as a common mountain boy, then as a servant
and at last as the esquire of Guntar cannot be changed..."

"Oh, you will soon get used to your rank and role. We all will help you
with that. And on the day you become king, your twenty years will help
you be a just king for the weak and the poor..."

"Your Grace, you say one day I will be king. But I, you know, I love
Guntar, I mean, we are really lovers, we make love. And I refuse to be
parted from him. I would never renounce him to gain the throne. I would
rather renounce my claim on the throne. He is my man, and I belong to
him; we swore eternal love. I will not break this oath for anything in
the world."

King Harold smiled: "This is further proof that you really are Niels. It
was written in your destiny, my son. When you were born, you were
dedicated to the god Niel, thus your name is Niels. And he who is
consecrated to the god Niel, is destined not to unite with a woman.
Therefore, you must remain united to Guntar, a man that I highly
respect. There is no problem, my son."

"But a king is expected to have issue as one day to have an heir to the
throne? Doesn't he need to have a queen at his side for public
ceremonies?" Niels asked, still hesitant, even if relieved by the King's
words.

"That is the way it is usually done, but it is not necessarily. You can
adopt a son and heir, if you want, or take near you a queen, officially
your wife and the mother of your children, even if you may not bed
her...  In Court, situations can be created. It may be enough that she
has a loyal and discrete lover, of your liking, for instance. Or else,
you can adopt one of Bjorn's son as your heir... You will find the best
solution..."

"Wouldn't it be more simple if prince Bjorn remained the crown prince?"
Niels than asked.

"No, you are the first born, and you are the legitimate heir of the
throne of this kingdom. Even though everybody now considers Bjorn crown
prince, he did not go through investiture."

"I see, but, before investing me, would it not be wise for you to see
from what mold I am cast... and then decide the consequences? I may be
the first born, but am I your best heir?"

"As you wish, my son. But with these words you have convinced me of the
nobility of your soul. And about Guntar, he brought you back to me;
naught would cause me to take him away from you! This being assured, are
you now ready to take your place in the Court, Niels?"

"Yes, I accept, father." the boy said simply.

"Then, first let me show you your rooms. And your mother is already
preparing for you a proper wardrobe. You will have to choose servants to
take care of your quarters and of you. Then you have need to learn the
customs of  Court, the ceremonial..." king Harold said leaving the room,
followed by Niels and Guntar.

Niels was officially presented to the Court in a magnificent reception.
Everybody seemed overjoyed in finding Prince Niels, as was his brother
Bjorn.

When the ceremonies, and parties were over, Niels spent time in intense
study with lessons and rehearsals... but he continued to train with
Guntar in the military arts.

Guntar had a room near Niels', but he spent all his nights in the
prince's bed, and nothing changed between them.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7

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