Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2011 20:25:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Robert <robertx5sf@yahoo.com>
Subject: Squires of Telisan Keep - 10

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Squires of Telisan Keep -- 10

Rynil

     Rynil lay on his back in bed, Karl's arm draped over his chest as the
younger boy slept.  Rynil was not asleep yet, instead he kept going back over
this morning's events with Mikel.  No matter how much he resolved to not become
friends with Mikel, every time they worked together he found himself giving into
his feelings.  The only way to prevent caving into his desires was to not see
Mikel.  The only way to do that was to get his work duty changed.  In order to
do that he would need Sir Luken to intervene with the Chamberlain.  So he was
waiting up for Sir Luken to return so he could ask for his help.


     Later that night, as Rynil was battling against sleep, he heard the door to
the suite bang open.  He slipped out of the bed and went into to find Sir
Luken.  As he entered the main room he saw the large Knight sprawled on the
large chair near the smoldering fire.  As he entered the room Sir Luken turned
towards him.  "Ah good boy, I was just going to call for you.  Get over here and
get my boots off," commanded the Knight, his words slurred together.


     Rynil knelt before the Knight and unlaced the top of the boots then removed
them.  He could smell the alcohol on Sir Luken.  Any thoughts of trying to
request a favor of Sir Luken were pushed from his mind as he prepared himself
for the service he would have to perform.  He tried to remember the tips Sir
Alek had given him.  He messaged Sir Luken's feet for a few minutes after
removing the boots, then looked up at the Knight with what he hoped was a
slightly afraid look, "Is there anything else you require tonight, Sir?"


     "Yes," replied Sir Luken as he gave his crotch a tug.  "I need some relief
boy."


     "Yes Sir," said Rynil meekly.  He then reached up and undid the lacings on
the front of Sir Luken's pants.


     Sir Luken clumsily lifted his ass up off the chair as Rynil pulled his
pants down, then removed them completely.  As soon as his legs were clear of the
pants, Sir Luken reached down, grabbed his Squire by his blond hair and pulled
the boy's head toward his crotch.  He used his other hand to stroke his
semi-hard cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth across the head as he
slapped it against Rynil's lips, "Open up boy."


     Rynil did as ordered and took the fat head into his mouth, licking around
the crown as the Knight squeezed the base of his dick.  Rynil then reached up
and wrapped his hand around Sir Luken's hairy ball sack.  As Rynil started to
take the initiative in the encounter Sir Luken released his grip on the boy's
hair and leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs more.  Rynil reached up
with his other hand and grasped the base of Sir Luken's cock.  Then he started
sucking up and down on the top half of the Knight's cock while stroking the base
with one hand and tugging lightly on his balls with the other.  The extra
stimulation was having the desired effect and Sir Luken's cock hardened.


     After a few minutes Rynil's jaw began to ache but he kept up the rhythm of
his coordinated strokes and kept increasing the pressure on the Knight's balls.
As Sir Luken got approached his orgasim, the Knight reached down and grabbed the
boy's head.  Holding his Squire's head, he then began to thrust his hips up and
down, driving more of his cock into the boy's throat causing him to gag.  As the
boy struggled for air between thrusts he squeezed the balls in his hand hard.
With a load moan Sir Luken released his grip on Rynil's head and shot his cum
into his Squire's mouth.


     When Sir Luken recovered from his organism, he got up and stumbled to his
room and fell into his bed.  Rynil followed and finished undressing the Knight
then covered him with a blanket.  He then picked up the clothes and boots from
the main room and tided up the suite.  His service completed he then returned to
his room and got back into bed with Karl, who mumbled something in his sleep at
the disturbance but did not wake.  As he drifted off to sleep Rynil thought that
perhaps a better opportunity to request help from Sir Luken might present itself
tomorrow.


    The Dream woke Rynil right as the sun started to rise the next morning.  He
went to the window and watched the colors in the sky start changing as the sun
rose.  A few moments later there was a soft knock on the door to the suite.
Rynil quickly threw on a pair of hose and a tunic then went to open the door.
Standing outside the door was Page Telgan.

     "Squire Rynil, Sir Alred wants to see you.  Hurry, I don't know if he's got
much time left," said Page Telgan.

     "'k, let me grab my boots," replied Rynil.  He quickly returned to his room
and finished dressing.  On his way out he checked on Sir Luken, who was sleeping
soundly.  Then he and Page Telgan set off for Sir Alred's chambers.  "Has the
Priest been able to do anything?" asked Rynil as the boys made their way through
the keep.


    "The Priest visits every day to try to help relieve the pain but I don't
think it helps much," answered Page Telgan.  "He's stopped eating, I think he
wants to die.  I over heard the Priest talking with Lord Velarik, he said that
he was surprised that Sir Alred was even still alive."

     As soon as the boys entered the room, the small lump under the covers of
the bed stirred, "Rynil?"

     "Yes Sir, I'm here," answered Rynil as he approached the bed.  He was
startled to see how quickly Sir Alred had deteriorated in a few weeks.  While he
had long been skinny and frail, now he was little more then a skin covered
skeleton.


     "Good, Page, leave us, I want to speak to Rynil alone," ordered Sir Alred.


     "Yes Sir," said Page Telgan.

     Once the young Page had left the room, Sir Alred began speaking again,
"Rynil, go to my armoire.  On the right side at the bottom near the floor is a
small knot in the wood.  Press it and a small hidden door will open.  Inside is
a box, bring it here."  Rynil did as commanded, curious as to what this was all
about.  It took him a minute to find the right spot.  He pressed the knot and
heard the sound of a catch releasing.  He felt around and was able to find a
small panel that opened.  Inside was a large wooden box, about twelve inches
wide, six inches high, and after pulling it out, discovered it was about four
feet long and weight around ten pounds.  It was covered with engraved runes.  He
brought it over to the bed and set it down next to Sir Alred.

     "I should have given this to you long ago Rynil, but I was afraid.  Ever
since you first told me of your dream I've known why the Gods kept me alive.  My
destiny was revealed, but I've tried to avoid it.  At first I told myself it was
to try to protect you from your destiny, but the truth is that after all these
years I'd grown afraid of dying.  The Gods have given me one last task to
complete and ever since you left they have been punishing me for not completing
it.  That's how the Gods work, if you try to go against their plans they will
make you regret it," said Sir Alred.


     "Sir, I don't understand, what are you talking about?" asked Rynil.

     "I'm rambling I know.  Easiest to just show you," said Sir Alred as he
reached out and rest his hand on the box.  "Honor and Devotion," he said.  The
engraved runes on the box glowed briefly and a seem appeared down the middle of
the top.  As Sir Alred removed his hand, the seam along the top widened as top
of the box opened.  Inside was a sword.  A sword Rynil instantly recognized from
his dream.

     "This sword has been in my family for as far back as we can trace our
lineage.  From father to son, or brother to brother, it has been passed on.  But
my brother's died before having any heirs and I was struck down and rendered
unable to produce an heir.  At first I thought it would eventually go to Lord
Velarik with the rest of my property, but when you described your dream I knew
its future.  At first I thought I could protect you by keeping the sword from
you.  But lately I've realized that I kept it cause I knew that once I'd given
it to you my time here would come to an end.  Since you left my service though
the Gods decided to make me wish for death.  Until I sent for you the pain grew
stronger every day.  So with this gift I give you one final lesson, do not run
from your destiny for it will only bring you pain.  If you deny the Gods you
will suffer a fate worse then death.  You understand?"

     "Yes Sir," replied Rynil as he stared at the sword.  He ran his hand over
the leather wrapped silver pummel and gazed at the three feet of flawless
steel.


     "Its name is Galaxth.  Its magic is an old and strong magic.  Hopefully it
will be strong enough to protect you from what fate has in store for you.
`Honor and Devotion'", he said and the box magically closed.  "I have been
honored to know you Rynil.  Thank you for your service to me over the years.
Please stay with me for a few moments."


     "Certainly Sir," replied Rynil as he reached over and held Sir Alred's
hand.  They sat in silence for a few minutes until Sir Alred drew his last
breath.  With tears streaming down cheeks, Rynil went called out for Page Telgan
and told him to find the Priest and let him know that Sir Alred was dead.