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OK - so I've decided to list the chapters chronologically. So that means the most recent chapter will show up first on this page.

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Chapter 5 - The Attentions of Raymond

            The dead of night.

            The whole of the castle seemed to be asleep.

            Thank God for that, thought Will to himself, as he crept along the stone-clad corridors on his way back to the dormitory. Unceremoniously ejected from Alexander’s bedchamber, he stumbled along wearily, his waistcoat and pumps draped over his arm, his tights sodden with both his sweat and that of his master, his backside jutting out as he struggled to retain the massive butt plug inside.

            If he could just make it back to his pallet in his sleeping quarters, all he could think of was the need to sleep, to let his body recover. At least Jane had been spared all this, Will thought with a sad little smile. That was some consolation.

            He reached the large oak door that stood at the entrance to the dormitory. Suddenly a noise from the shadows made him jump. His heart sank as Raymond slipped stealthily from his hiding place behind a stone pillar. The older page was still dressed in his customary jerkin and yellow and black hose. Will was painfully aware that he was in quite a state: his naked torso soaked with sweat, his tights clinging to his lower half. He sighed. The last thing he needed after the ordeal of the past few hours was tormenting from Raymond.

            As if reading the younger boy’s thoughts, Raymond spoke softly, and for the first time since the youths had met, somewhat kindly: “Are you alright?”

            Spitefulness Will could have coped with, but being treated with consideration was too much to bear. His lower lip trembled and he began to sob softly.

            “Shhh,” whispered Raymond. “It’s over now.” And approaching Will, he put his arms around the younger lad, and pulled him to him in an embrace. Several inches shorter than Raymond, Will buried his head into the older boy’s chest and continued to weep. Raymond held him there for a moment, and then lifted up Will’s chin and planted a soft, wet kiss on the blond lad’s pouting lips.

            “I – I don’t understand…” Will stammered.

            “It happened to me in my first week,” came the explanation. “Alexander likes to break in all the new page boys.”

            He kissed Will again, and, as he did so, pressed the boy’s body close to his, grinding his tights-covered crotch into Will’s. Will’s cock, still desperate and straining for release, was hard again in an instant.

            “I’m sorry if I’ve treated you unkindly, Will. I suppose I was just jealous. Before you arrived, I was Alexander’s favourite. You weren’t to know, but I guess nobody likes to be supplanted.”

            Will marvelled that anyone could welcome the attention that he had had lavished on him that night. But then it came to him that a secret, hidden, shameful part of him had enjoyed the treatment he had suffered at the Chief Steward’s hands. Will pushed the thought away: some vestige of the witch’s brew must still be infecting his thoughts.

            Instead, he responded to the warm attentions of Raymond’s tongue and lips. The boy’s skin was smooth and silky compared to the rough texture of Alexander’s beard.

“How did it feel?” he whispered. “Being tied up and used in your tights? Did you like it, Will?”

“Mmm,” Will murmured his assent.

“It’s okay. All the boys enjoy it. There’s not one lad here whose cock doesn’t go rock hard the moment he pulls up his hose in a morning. That’s the way it should be. It’s the way Lord Geoffrey likes it. It’s the way Alexander likes it. It’s the most exquisite thing in the world to see men and boys with great bodies: pert arses and muscly legs, encased in silky, clinging tights. You love the feeling, don’t you, Will?”

“Oh yes, Raymond. That first moment I pulled on my tights, I thought I would come straight away! I’d never felt anything like it.”

 And as Will made his confession, he felt a hand at his crotch. Raymond began slowly to rub at Will’s engorged prick, sliding the sensuous material of his tights against his rock hard boy-cock. Will lifted his hand towards Raymond’s hose-covered bulge, intending to reciprocate, but the other boy pushed his hand away gently.

            “It’s okay, Will,” he whispered in his ear. “This is just for you. You deserve it.”

            And so, slowly, exquisitely, Will felt the tensing in his muscles, his whole body becoming rigid as his cock was edged to orgasm. Raymond’s tongue circled deep inside Will’s mouth to muffle the groans that Will made as his cock jerked and spurted his creamy jism into the tight constriction of his hose.

            Will’s body became limp, and for a moment, he just hung there, Raymond supporting his weight and holding him tight.

            Then, wordlessly, the dark-haired youth took Will by the hand and led him to his bed. As he walked, Will was reminded painfully of the butt plug nestling in his behind, prodding against his innards with every step. They reached Will’s pallet and he bent down exhaustedly to pull off his tights.

            “Leave them on, Will. Sleep in them tonight. For me.”

            Will smiled weakly and nodded. Drained of energy, exhausted and spent, he sank gratefully onto his straw-covered bed. The last thing he saw as he slipped into wonderful sleep was Raymond’s face, black curls flopping over his eyes, an enigmatic smile playing about his lips.

                                   

            It seemed only moments later that Will was being shaken from his sleep.

            “Wake up! Wake up!”

            He opened his eyes drowsily, blinking against the autumn sun streaming through the dormitory window. Disoriented, he wondered if he had dreamed the previous night: the abuse and humiliation he had suffered at his Master’s hands, followed by the strange, tender interlude with Raymond. But then he became aware of the leather plug still lodged inside of him, and he realised grimly that it was all too real.

            His bleary eyes focused on the person shaking him. It was Jonah, a tall, broad-shouldered youth whose considerable strength kept him well-occupied in the smithy. He wasn’t a handsome lad by any means: his features rather too coarse and brutal to be called that, but his impressive chest and bulging leg muscles in his grey tights attracted the attention of many an admiring glance from the male and the female inhabitants of the castle.

            “You’re to go and see Alexander at once.”

            “What? So soon?”

            Jonah shrugged nonchalantly.

            Dazed and fuzzy-headed, Will slipped out of bed, and started towards the bowl of water to wash his face.

            “No time for that. Straight there was Alexander’s orders.”

            Will sighed. He felt grimy from the previous night’s exertions, but he had no intention of displeasing the Steward. He glanced across the room to Raymond’s bed, but it lay empty. Pulling on his belt, waistcoat and pumps, Will bit his lip and headed off.

            Once again, the castle’s newest page boy found himself entering the chambers of the Chief Steward.

            Alexander sat in his well-upholstered chair behind his desk: scrolls and paper scattered across it. He was dressed in an expensive silver doublet, his fine legs encased in luxurious silver tights. He looked up as the dishevelled lad approached.

            “Boy,” he said sternly.

            “Sir?”

            “How are you feeling this morning?”

            “A little tired, Sir. And I ache all over”

            Alexander snorted. “You’ll get used to it.”

            He rose, circled the desk and stood behind Will. Will felt him grabbing hold of the base of the butt plug through the silky material of his tights.

            “You feeling well-plugged, piglet?”

            Slowly, Will felt the leather dong being withdrawn from his butt. The lubricant had dried over night and the plug was stuck fast. He winced. Its removal would come with some pain. But that was not Alexander’s intention. After only a few inches had left Will’s tired bottom, he shoved the plug back in, causing the page boy’s body to jolt in shock.

            “Oh I think we’re going to leave that there, lad. It’s a pretty sight. Everyone in the castle can see the base of the plug through your tights. And they’ll all know that you’re my new bitch boy.”

            Will gulped and felt his face redden.

            Alexander continued to walk around him.

            “I’m displeased, boy. In fact, I’m very angry. I’ve had a report that you have wilfully disobeyed my express instructions.”

            “Sir?” Will’s face was suffused with a mixture of puzzlement and fear.

            “Explain this, tights slave…” And with that, he pointed a bejewelled finger at Will’s crotch. Will looked down. There, in all its incriminating glory, was an inescapable patch of dried cum, a pale white stain marring the shimmering blueness of his hose – evidence of his orgasm the night before.

            “I warned you, boy. I told you that pleasuring yourself was forbidden. But oh no, that didn’t stop you having a quick wank with that pathetic cock of yours the moment you were out of my sight.”

            “But, Sir-“

            “I’m not interested in your feeble excuses.”

            Alexander turned to a shadowy recess in the corner of the room.

            “Thank you, Raymond, for reporting this to me. You have done well.”

            Sure enough, the dark-haired youth, dressed in his customary yellow hose, stepped into the light, a smug smile on his face.

            “It gives me no pleasure, Sir. But I know how carefully you like to oversee the training of the junior page. And I was horrified at the thought that Will here would present himself to Lord Geoffrey with this tights stained with his own filthy excretion.”

            “Quite unthinkable,” Alexander agreed.

            Will wanted to protest – to cry out at the injustice of it all. He had been tricked! “Sir, can I explain?”

            “Silence, bitch! You are in enough trouble as it is. And I’m in no mood to listen to your excuses and your lies. Lucky indeed that Raymond was still awake last night when you returned to your bed, and witnessed you rubbing yourself against your own sheets to bring yourself to climax.”

            Will turned to Raymond, hoping feebly that he might confess the truth. Raymond merely looked at him, his eyes glittering triumphantly.

            “So how to deal with you?” Alexander continued. “You clearly have the self-control of an alley cat. Maybe I was mistaken that you had the potential to serve your betters here in the castle. Maybe you should be returned to your family and join them in poverty and exile as you are expelled from your home.”

            Will fell to his knees. “No, please, Sir!” he begged. “I’ll do anything, just please forgive me! I won’t do it again.”

            “Hmmm…” murmured the Steward. “But how to ensure that you behave in the future? I cannot oversee you permanently. I’m far too busy with my other duties to do any more than take an occasional interest in your progress. What we need is someone to train you. Someone who has already carried out the duties of a junior page and who has already shown that they are concerned with your behaviour.”

            Will’s heart sank as he perceived where this was leading.

            “From now on, Raymond’s sole duty will to be to oversee you. You will obey him in all things, boy. He is my mouthpiece.”

            Will glanced across to the older boy. Raymond could barely contain his glee.

            “Now, I have plenty to do today and I can waste no further time on a horny little slut who can’t keep his hands out of his tights. I shall leave you in Raymond’s capable care…”

            Raymond walked across to him, grabbed the leather collar and pulled Will back to his feet. “Come, boy. I fear we have much to do – and you have much to learn.”

            Raymond bowed to Alexander and made to leave.

            “Wait.” The Steward paused in thought. “The boy cannot be plugged permanently. He must of necessity evacuate himself from time to time.”

            Will sighed in relief. This very thought had indeed occurred to him.

            “But it would not do for him to remove the plug himself. Raymond, as part of your duties, every morning you will see to it that the bitch’s arse is thoroughly clean. You will lead him to the well in the centre of the castle courtyard. You will pull his tights down to his knees and bend him over. You will remove the plug from his bottom and then you will administer a purge using cold water from the well. Once he is well and truly full, you will lead him outside the castle gates where he can expel the water alongside the sheep and the other animals in the fields. That is fitting for his station, and it will afford all the residents of the castle some amusement to see him humiliated in this fashion. Once he is done and is perfectly clean, you will reinsert the plug and he will retain it within him until the same time the following morning. Is that all clear?”

            Raymond was positively salivating at the prospect of controlling and abusing Will’s body in this way. “Oh yes, Sir. Crystal clear!”

            Will’s distress had increased further and further as he listened to Alexander’s description of how each morning he would be publicly humiliated, his bowels flushed for the entertainment of all and sundry. Yet in spite of himself, he had found his cock hardening at the description of how he would be used.

            This development did not pass unnoticed.

            “I see the prospect of being treated in this way is exciting our little slave-slut,” drawled Alexander. “His naughty little cock is straining inside its tights once more. There really is no end to the depraved abuse that this bitch craves.”

            He gave his own cock a firm squeeze through his silver hose.

            “Now be off with you both.”

            Raymond tugged at Will’s collar and, miserably, Will bowed to his master and followed the older boy.

Chapter 4 - The virgin page

            Alexander strode over to his chair and took another slug of red wine. He was starting to feel nicely intoxicated. He might even partake of some of the potion himself in a moment. It was clearly a strong batch, he mused, as he turned to look at the dazed lad sprawled on the floor in front of him. Either that or he was just a fucking light-weight bitch boy. He chuckled grimly. Yes, that was probably more like it.

            He kicked off his leather boots and made his way back over to the servant lad. He lifted one burgundy-stockinged foot and pressed it against the boy’s bulge – firm and erect once more as a result of the inhalation of the potion. He rubbed it back and forth as the little slut lay there, moaning in an agony of ecstasy.

            “How are you feeling, bitch?”

            A little drool escaped from the side of Will’s mouth. “I feel woozy, Sir. And weak.”

            Alexander nodded sanguinely. “Well, yes, that’s the effect of the potion. How else you feeling? You feeling turned on? Horny?”

            The boy’s face crumpled helplessly. Even in his plainly erect state, he couldn’t bring himself to admit how aroused he was feeling. Pathetic virgin bitch, thought Alexander.

            “Take your jerkin off,” he ordered the boy. “That’s an expensive garment and not one for rolling around on the floor in.”

            Will clambered onto all fours and then to his feet. He was reluctant to obey, knowing that the removal of his jerkin would leave him totally exposed.

            “Do it, bitch. I’m getting mightily tired of having to repeat everything I tell you. Perhaps I should send you back to your bed and summon that pretty little kitchen-maid up here to take your place. I’m sure she’d be only too happy to sacrifice her tender body to save your pussy boy ass.”

            That did the trick. “No, Sir, please don’t do anything to Jane! I’ll do as I’m told, I promise!” And the lad struggled out of his tight jerkin, completely exposing his torso, rivulets of sweat dripping from his body and beginning to moisten the waistband of his tights.

            “You’d do well to remember that, boy, as we continue our training together. The moment you displease me you’ll be sent back to your bed and I’ll have the girl up here and I’ll do everything to her that I’ve done to you – and worse. Far worse. You see, I don’t really care for girls, so any punishment I might mete out to her would be far more … clinical. You understand me, slut?”

            Will nodded desperately. “Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.”

            “Good. Maybe there is some hope for you after all. But you’ve got a hell of a long way to prove it to me.” Alexander narrowed his eyes as he surveyed the boy. “Take your pumps off too, bitch. I want you standing in front of me naked apart from those oh-so silky tights clinging to your boyish body and that leather collar round your neck to remind you you’re just a fucking slave. My fucking slave.”

            Will did as he was told. He stood before his master in his stockinged-feet: the blue material of the hose clinging to every curve of his legs and ass, and his cock jutting out like a tent pole from the silken fabric.

            Alexander approached again and grabbed the waist-band of the boy’s tights. “I want these,” he snarled, “pulled up TIGHT!”

            With both hands and with some force, he yanked up the page-boy’s tights, forcing the silken material to disappear right up the boy’s arse-crack. Will gulped in pain as his arsehole felt the material cut into it, but he remained silent. The last thing he wanted was for Jane to have to suffer this humiliation at the hands of their master.

            Alexander inspected the boy’s ass and seemed satisfied that the tights were now being worn right up his crack.

            “Those are some pretty little titties you have, bitch-boy. Bet you’d like to have your girlfriend playing with those, wouldn’t you, eh?”

            He reached out as if to prove his point and grabbed each of Will’s nipples. “Tender are they?” he asked, mockingly, as he slowly began to twist the delicate boy-flesh.

            “Ah-ah-ah,” gasped the boy.

            “Hurts, does it? But your cock is telling me a different story. That boy bulge is very excited. Maybe you should take some more of the potion to take your mind off the pain…”

            In a flash, Alexander had produced the little phial and once again, it was forced under Will’s nose. The familiar wooziness assailed the page boy and suddenly the pain in his sore nipples seemed to lessen and become a more pleasurable kind of agony. He moaned slightly. “Mmmmm…”

            “You know, bitch,” said Alexander. “I’m getting kind of tired of hearing your voice. I didn’t bring you up here for your conversation. I think we need to muzzle you.”

            Will barely registered what was said to him, still over-powered by the potion and its arousing effects. His veins throbbed as he felt Alexander forcing a kind of thick leather ball between his teeth. He made to moan, to protest, but the gag effectively muzzled him. Quickly and efficiently, Alexander fastened the leather strap behind the boy’s head.

            Humiliated, Will felt more like an animal than ever: a horse now with the bit between its teeth. Furthermore, he couldn’t swallow properly, so before long the accumulated saliva began to escape from the side of his mouth and ropes of drool started to drip onto his chest.

            Alexander laughed mockingly. “Look at the pathetic queerboy in his tights! Can’t even swallow. Drooling all over his chest. Dirty little bitch.”

            But all Will could do was stand and stare, helpless as the spittle flowed from his lips.

            “Rub it into your chest, slutboy,” ordered his master. “I want to see you fondling your tits and playing with yourself…”

            Another hit of the delicious potion and soon Will found himself doing as he was ordered, his body undulating to the rhythm of his pounding heart. What was in that devilish brew?! It seemed to be changing Will’s personality – opening doors into his inner soul that he would never have believed possible. Almost instinctively he knew how Alexander wanted him to appear: womanly, whorish, slutty. He tweaked his nipples, and rubbed the saliva so it mingled with the sweat accumulating on his chest. He bent his knees and stuck his bottom out in the most lascivious way he could imagine, undulating it obscenely as his own hands fondled and groped at his bubble butt through the slippery fabric of his tights.

            “That’s it, bitch boy,” came his master’s voice. “Dance for me. Dance for your daddy. Stick out that tight slut’s ass and wiggle it for your Tightsmaster.”

            Alexander had partaken of the potion as well now, and he groped his massive cock through his dark red hose, massaging it as he watched his slave-bitch performing for him, as he felt the potion take over, relaxing, freeing, intoxicating…

            Will was becoming ever more aroused, and finally, the moment the cruel Alexander had secretly waited for arrived. The unsuspecting page boy’s hand reached down to his crotch and began to rub at his stiff cock.

            Everything happened in a whirl for the peasant lad.

“Did I tell you you could touch your prick, you stinking little tart?” demanded the older man. “What did Yorick tell you the day you arrived here in the castle about playing with your boy-cock?! Oh you’re really for it, now bitch boy.”

            Will found himself lifted into the air, and slung over Alexander’s shoulder as if he were a mere sack of grain. The struggling brat’s sweaty torso dangled precariously over his master’s left shoulder and Alexander kept him in place with his muscular left arm. Meanwhile, he slowly pushed two thick fingers of his right hand into the crevice of the lad’s sweating arse, feeling the delicious moistness of the lad’s blue tights as they clung indecently to the boy’s bum. The slightly damp tights felt so good against Alexander’s bare flesh, and he felt Will’s erection pressing into his shoulder blade. He was only light and, besides, he didn’t intend to carry the bitch very far.

            Pulling aside a heavy drape that separated the chamber in two, Alexander deposited the boy onto the mattress of his ornate four-poster bed. Will fell from his master’s shoulder and bounced onto it. This was it, he thought. Whatever men do to each other, that’s what is going to happen to me now. A fresh wave of apprehension came over the unfortunate young page boy.

            “Lie still, bitch,” Alexander instructed him.

            By now, Will knew better than to disobey.

            He was forced to take another slug of the disorienting potion, and as he lay there, his head spinning, he felt silken cords being tied around his wrists and ankles, and then with a tug, each of his limbs was gradually pulled and then secured to the posts of the bed.

            Alexander looked down in satisfaction at his handiwork: this beautiful bitch boy, dressed only in his silky, figure-hugging blue tights, his leather slave collar secured around his neck, writhing in the grip of the sexual potion, his muscles straining against the inescapable bondage: spread-eagled and totally at his mercy.

            Alexander climbed onto the bed, and his wandering hands were all over the slave boy. He stroked the muscular legs, enjoying the wonderful sensation of feeling the boy’s tense limbs, stretched in their obscenely revealing tights, beneath his strong palms. He crouched over the boy and licked and nibbled at his armpits and vulnerable nipples as the defenceless slut-toy moaned impotently into his gag. Kneeling between the boy’s spread legs, he kneaded and caressed Will’s impressive thigh muscles through the kinkily sensual material. With a single fingernail, he traced his way up the boy’s body, starting at the oh-so ticklish feet, encased in their bright blue stockings, circling around the straining boy cock, briefly pausing to titillate the pink protruding nipples and eventually resting to stroke the boy’s now wet golden locks.

            He reached for a nearby napkin, lying conveniently beside the bed. Then he tipped a goodly amount of the potion onto the material, letting it soak into the fabric. Grabbing yet another cord, he used this to tie the rag around Will’s face.

            “No choice, now, bitch boy,” he purred. “No fresh air anymore. You can only breathe in the potion. Can you imagine the frenzy of lust that this will drive you to?”

            Will moaned weakly as the vapour coursed through his body.

            Alexander laughed harshly. “Oh you’re completely under my control now, tights slut. Just look at you. So vulnerable. So humiliated!”

            And with that, he pulled a long cord that dangled from beside him, and the tapestry that appeared to be pinned to the bedchamber’s ceiling, fell to the floor, revealing a vast mirror, reflecting the debauched scene in the Steward’s room.

            Will looked up, only to see himself exactly as Alexander had described him. The pounding of his heart rose to a crescendo. He saw his young, lithe limbs stretched to very near their limit – just enough give in the ropes to allow him to struggle impotently – all for the greater sexual satisfaction of his tormentor. And then – a merciful release, as the boy felt his ankles being released. Was that it? Was Alexander’s cruel torment over? His eyes widened, and the Steward almost seemed to read his mind.

            “Oh, no, bitch. This is only the beginning.”

            Keeping Will secured at his wrists, Alexander carelessly tipped the lad’s legs so that they went over his own head and his hosed feet dangled either side of his ears. Will felt immediately vulnerable in this degrading position – his pert ass invitingly hanging on display for his superior’s entertainment.

            Alexander reached in for a quick squeeze of the boy’s balls, and then produced a large leather paddle.

            “You need a spanking, boy, to teach you some manners,” he leered. “And I’ll take a ‘thank you, Sir’ after each stroke…”

            Will felt the warm leather being rubbed tantalisingly over his silk-clad buttocks as a warning for what was to come. He’d been beaten before of course – mainly by his father and occasionally by his older brothers – but these had been brief, brutal occurrences; this spanking promised to be far more erotically charged. His cock pulsed inside his tights in anticipation of having the other man spanking his boy arse.

            The first blow landed on his left cheek – painfully accurate, and Will jolted from the surprise.

            “Unk oo, er,” he attempted to say through the gag and the potion soaked rag.

            Another blow – this time on his right buttock.

            The third was a bull’s-eye on his swollen balls, which made him scream into his gag before he uttered the obligatory thank you.

            And so it went on.

            Alexander was something of an expert – and no blow directly repeated a previous strike: they landed on his reddening bottom, his upper thighs, his cock and balls, and most humiliatingly, on occasion, directly on his arsehole itself.

            “Oh, we’ll get you nicely warmed up!” came the promise.

            The pain Will could deal with – he knew he would be sore in the morning. It was the dreadful realisation that even as he was used as the plaything – the boy-toy of the wicked Alexander - his cock just got harder and harder as it begged for release.

            “And forty!” cried the Steward jubilantly.

            With that, he tossed aside the leather paddle and threw his body on top of the lad. He reached around and untied the gag and removed both that and the potion-soaked material. And the joyous reward for Will – again to feel that strong, masculine tongue darting in and out of his mouth, the bristles of Alexander’s beard against his smooth cheeks. Will could not help but respond.

            “You’re really hungry for it, aren’t you, bitch?” taunted the older man, deliberately withdrawing his mouth so that Will was left struggling, his red tongue lapping at the empty air. The potion seemed to remove his free will, and all he needed and desired right now was to have his master’s tongue probing deeper and deeper into his gaping mouth.

            “Well, I think we need to fill another of your holes, boy…”

            Draping the page boy’s sweat-soaked, tights-clad calves over his shoulders, Alexander began slowly to lower the waist of the garment. Tantalisingly, he began to expose more and more of the young flesh encased within the tights. Rolling down the waistband, the faintest scattering of pubic hair appeared, but the Steward ensured that Will’s rock hard dick remained encased within the sensuous constriction of his hosiery. Instead, he eased down the back of the boy’s sodden blue tights, to reveal the peachy bum, red and sore from the beating it had received: the silky material having provided no cover from the brutality.

            “No, please, no,” Will began to moan, his head still swimming from the after effect of the potion.

            “Shut up, fuck toy!”

            And to sedate his less than willing victim, Alexander re-tied the potion-soaked rag.

            Will again felt the erotic inducements of the vapours, so the sensation of his tights being slowly rolled down just below his arse-cheeks, followed by that of thick, masculine fingers, dripping in some gloopy oil fondling his butt, couldn’t help but arouse him.

            And a low whisper in his ear: “I’m going to enjoy this, tights slut.”

            Will tried to move from side to side, but with his spread arms still tied fast to the bed-posts, and his legs firmly positioned over his master’s shoulders, his writhing was ineffectual. Little did he know, his wriggling was serving only to turn Alexander on all the more.

            The older man savoured the moment: his oily finger teasing the naked, puckered hole of the virgin brat: stroking and caressing, until finally he pushed his finger into the yielding crack.

            “Ahhh!” Will cried out: the shock of penetration combining with the humiliation of being tied and utterly unable to prevent his body being invaded in this most intimate way.

            But Alexander showed no mercy. He pushed further in, first one finger, then two, diddling the virgin boy-pussy, and encouraging it to swell and open for him.

            And then, just as suddenly, his fingers withdrew.

            Will gasped in relief as the cool air blew against the gunk that nestled in his asscrack. But the respite was momentary. A few seconds to adjust his position and to smear more of the oil onto his own cock, and Alexander had returned, and this time the blunt pressure at Will’s arse came from a far larger source.         

            The page boy gritted his teeth as his master’s prick began its entry into his body. He could do nothing. There was no escape, no release. Just the obscene feeling of being entered, being raped by the older man. His cock had begun to flag but now the combination of sensations: the evil potion, his wet tights clinging to his groin, and now the swelling of his hole as his master began his onslaught – and his dick once again began to harden.

            This occurrence did not go unnoticed.

            “You’re enjoying it, bitch. Like I knew you would.”

            Will was not the first virgin Alexander had fucked, but, jesus, he was one of the sweetest. That yielding hole. So tight, it practically clamped its way down on his throbbing cock as the lad’s body was raped.

            “Fuck, yes. You dirty little slut. You’re loving it, aren’t you? Loving taking my meat right up your filthy little hole. Look at you! Tied up in your tights! Your pathetic little cock is straining against your hose at the thought of a real man’s dick inside your body! I can see the pre-cum gathering through the fabric. Feels good doesn’t it? My cock rammed deep up your ass – your legs and cock  encased in those silky, sensuous tights. Oh you’re gonna be fucked long and hard, bitch boy! This is one night you’ll never forget!”

            And once more Will began to moan. A pathetic, whimpering sound. He repeated over and over: “Please, Sir, please, no… please don’t do this to me…”

            But Alexander just laughed and fucked him harder.

            What a beautiful sight, the master thought. A ripe chicken ready to be plucked. A slutty bitch-boy, totally unaware of how sexy he looked, legs spread in the air, tights clinging to those divine muscles. And driven crazy with lust as the potion coursed through his body.

            In, out, in out. The fuck went on. Longer, harder, and each time Alexander felt he was about to come, he slowed the onslaught, denying himself that final release. The boy’s cunt must be getting very sore now, he thought to himself in grim amusement. Well, so fucking what if it was? It didn’t matter to him.

            “You’re nothing, boy. You’re just a piece of meat to me. Something to use and abuse whenever I see fit. You’re a fucking slave toy. A couple of holes for me to stick my prick in whenever I’m feeling horny … and then tossed aside until I’m ready to use you again. What are you, bitch?”

            Will mumbled something.

            “Speak up, slut!”

            Anything to stop the fucking, Will thought. Anything, I’ll say anything. The pain in his hole was too much. Alexander’s massive cock was splitting him in two…

            “I’m your slut, Sir. Your tights bitch. Use me, Sir, please, use me…”

            Hearing this, his master could hold back no longer. Letting out a rasping cry, he came and came again, wave after wave of ecstasy, spurting, flowing, flooding the boy’s hole. Will’s body trembled as it was filled by his master’s semen; the fluid rushing into his deepest parts.

            Slowly, breathing deeply, Alexander withdrew his cock. He knelt back on his heels, and lowered the boy’s blue legs so they were spread either side of him.

            “How do you feel, boy?”

            The lad gibbered. His body too shocked, his mind too intoxicated to reply.

            “Your cock is hard. Would you like me to pleasure it for you?”

            Will’s brown eyes widened even more, and he nodded mutely.

            An evil grin from Alexander, and his hand reached forward, slowly rubbing the boy’s modestly sized cock through the silky material of his tights. It would not take much now, thought the Steward, the boy’s been straining at the point of orgasm for some time.

            Will bucked his hips up to meet the tender touch of his master. His cock desperate for release.

            “You insolent little slut!” snapped Alexander, abruptly withdrawing his touch and slapping the page boy’s face. “You dare to think that I would condescend to pleasure you? Oh you have a lot to learn, tights bitch! You’ll be punished for your presumption!”

            “I’m sorry, Sir,” Will stammered. “I thought -”

            “Silence!”

            The Steward looked around the room. “Now, for a suitable punishment…”

            He strode over to the chest of drawers and, hidden from Will’s view, he withdrew an object from within. Striding back to the bed, he resumed his position kneeling between Will’s legs. “Do you know what this is, bitch?”

            He produced the item: it was cone-shaped and made of leather: narrow at one end, it soon widened at its base. Will had never seen anything like it. He shook his head.

            “I’m going to insert this little toy into your butt, bitch. And there it will remain. It will plug you and make sure that my cum remains deep within you: a permanent reminder of the subjugation and servitude of your lowly position here in the castle.”

            Will felt tears well up in his eyes. The plug was monstrous. He could not imagine having it inside him and retaining it at all times. Alexander cared not a jot. Again, the oily goo was produced and liberally smeared over the leather cone. And once again, Will found his sore and swollen hole stretched as the object was pushed into him.

            “Aargh!” he cried.

            “Just relax, boy, and let it in. It will be much easier if you don’t fight it.”

            Will’s anus pulsed as the plug pushed deeper and deeper, his body swallowing the hateful thing: no choice, no release, as Alexander tormented him. Wider and wider it grew, till Will felt sure his body would tear. And then finally, some kind of relief, the plug slipped in, and his arse closed again, leaving only the flared flange at the base of the plug, protruding obscenely from between his asslips.

            He barely registered as his wrists were untied. All he could think of was the big leather plug, filling his anus, sitting inside him like a great heavy lump.

            “Stand up, boy.”

            Tentatively, his legs shaking, Will slid off the end of the bed. The rag had been removed, but the wooziness of the potion persisted. The weight of the plug shifted within him as his body moved position, and the size of it meant that to accommodate it properly, he had to bend over slightly, pushing his bottom out in a provocative pose.

            Alexander pulled up the waist of the boy’s tights and stood back to admire his handiwork. The trembling boy slut, arse fucked raw and now stuffed with a crude leather butt plug. His beautiful arse and legs outlined in the sweat-stained bright blue tights that clung to his lower regions. What pleasures the lad promised. And this night had been only the beginning…

Chapter 3 - The Steward's Potion

Alexander Courcey, chief steward of Lord Geoffrey’s household, sat sprawling in a large oak chair, amongst an array of plush cushions. He wore a thick heavy gown: dark purple and embroidered with gorgeous gold thread. He had not belted it up so it flapped open, exposing his broad, bare, muscular chest, covered with a fine down of hair, as black as the luxuriant locks that flowed from his head. His strong, lean legs were encased in rich burgundy hose that felt damned good against his well-defined flesh. Meanwhile, his pride and joy – his long thick cock - lay coiled like a cobra within its pouch, confined for now within the silky material.

He caressed his nipple idly and took a long swig from the goblet of red wine beside him. He spread his legs, gave his crotch one good squeeze and called out: “Enter!”

The heavy oak door opened tentatively and Alexander watched with scornful amusement as the newcomer entered his room.

His cock twitched involuntarily at the sight. Damn, but the boy was hot!

Alexander had barely believed his good fortune a week ago when he’d stumbled by chance upon this jewel amongst the pig shit and swill of the measly village at the foot of the hill. And to see him now, scrubbed up and pristine, golden hair washed clean and flopping in a fringe over his eyes in a most alluring manner; big, brown puppy dog eyes; and full, pouting lips just dying to have a hard prick forced between them. And as for the body…

The boy was short – but what he did have was perfectly proportioned. A smooth, boyish chest, just beginning to burgeon with more manly muscles from his work in the fields; well defined arms that would bulge nicely when tied behind his back; and, Jesus Christ, those legs! Perfectly formed, muscular thighs and calves, planted a little distance apart and completely encased in silken blue tights. The cock not large but at least there was a perceptible bulge there – and to be honest, Alexander’s interest in that particular part of the boy’s anatomy was limited to say the least.

The boy gazed at Alexander in mute supplication, unsure of whether or not to speak. “Sir?” he asked, eventually. “Raymond told me you wanted to see me.”

Alexander ignored him. “Turn around, boy,” he told him. “Nice and slowly now.”

Will did so, and as he did, Alexander let out a little sigh. The boy’s ass was truly the piece de resistance. Two beautifully defined bubbles of fresh, taut boy-flesh, impossibly pert and straining against the confines of the boy’s shimmering tights. Alexander’s hands itched to get the brat over his knee and wallop that backside till the bitch cried out for mercy. But no… plenty of time for that later. There was no hurry. He had all night - and every night after this if he so desired.

“Very well. Face me now.”

The boy turned; fear and confusion written all over his face.

“Stand to attention, boy. Heels together. Have you learned nothing in your week at the castle?”

Will immediately did as he was told.

“Hands on your head, boy!” Alexander barked.

Again Will obeyed, the movement exposing his smooth armpits and forcing his skimpy jerkin to rise even higher. His bulge was completely exposed as well now, and Alexander licked his lips to see the top of the boy’s hose pulled tight against the smooth abs of his stomach and was that?… why, yes it was… there was definitely a perceptible thickening of the boy’s cock.

“Fucking perfect,” thought Alexander. “The little bitch is enjoying it, in spite of himself.”

He fixed Will with a steely glare. “Now, lad, how do you think your first week here at the castle has gone?”

Will’s throat was suddenly dry. He swallowed hard. “All right, I hope, Sir. I’ve been trying my hardest to learn and to do my job well.”

“Really?” asked Alexander, sardonically. “I think you’ll find, boy, that there’s rather more to this job than merely wiggling your arse at all and sundry in the hope that you’ll get by.”

“Sir, I’ve never” – Will began, but then thought better of it.

“Don’t answer me back, you cheeky little bitch,” snapped Alexander. “If I tell you black is white, you nod meekly and say, yes Sir. Do you understand?”

Will nodded helplessly.

Alexander took a moment to adjust his position on his chair, scratching his bulge idly as he did so. He waited just a little longer, enjoying the expression of bewilderment on the pretty page boy’s face, the lad’s hands still placed subserviently on top of his head, the cock still rock hard and standing to attention through his tights.

“Well, boy. I’ll admit that so far I have found your performance … adequate. You’ve blundered a few times at Lord Geoffrey’s table. On occasion you’ve been sloppy and slow, spilling sauces and not quick enough to respond to the demands for fruit to be served. However, I don’t think there’s anything that can’t be solved with some more intensive training.”

Will sighed with relief. The summons to Alexander’s chambers seemed to be nothing more than a progress report, in spite of Raymond’s warning of the Steward’s wrath.

“What concerns me more is a rather scandalous rumour that has come to my attention,” Alexander continued.

Will felt his stomach muscles tightened.

The older man’s top lip curled in a sneer. “Tell me about your dirty little fumblings with the kitchen-maid.”

The effect on the boy was instantaneous. His bottom lip quivered, his eyes began to well up with fear, and his cock drooped into immediate flaccidity.

“So it’s true then.”

“No, Sir, I swear” –

“Don’t lie to me, you filthy little slut. You’ve barely been here a week and you couldn’t keep that pathetic stub of a cock away from the first whore that flaunted herself at you. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t send you straight back to that stinking pit of a hovel that I dragged you out of! Only of course you wouldn’t even have that to return to. You’d be flung out, homeless and exiled from Lord Geoffrey’s lands – along with the rest of your miserable family!”

The boy was actually shivering with terror as he absorbed the full onslaught of Alexander’s verbal battering.

“Please, Sir,” he gibbered. “I didn’t know what I was doing. Please don’t send me back. I’ll be good from now on, I promise! I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong!”

“Think?” echoed Alexander, mockingly. “You’re not here to think. You’re a servant boy. The lowest of the low. A mere chattel belonging to Lord Geoffrey and to be used by anyone in the household who wants to do so. You’re here to get dressed in your slutty little uniform and be the most subservient little shit you can possibly imagine. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” Will whispered. “Perfectly clear.”

“Good. Now, come over here and stand in front of me.”

Will took a few hesitant steps to where his superior lay sprawled.

“Did I tell you to remove your hands from your head? Ignorant little slut.”

The hands immediately flew back to their prior position, as Will stood there, trembling slightly.

“Now get on your knees in front of me, bitch boy.”

Will’s heart fluttered as he wondered with fear what punishment Alexander would mete out to him for his transgression.

“Since you seem to be having some trouble keeping that little cock of yours in your tights, let’s see if we can subdue some of these more urgent sexual cravings.”

Suddenly, Alexander grabbed the big metal ring attached to Will’s leather collar and yanked the boy’s head towards his crotch.

“Let’s see you sucking a real man’s cock!”

Will tried to protest, but his words were muffled as his face sank into the huge bulge of Alexander’s groin. He found himself assailed with a variety of sensations. Firstly, there was the scent of the steward’s fragranced dick – a mixture of heady man-sweat and whatever perfumes and colognes his master used to douse his athletic body. Then there was the exquisite sensation of the silky tights – that feeling he now knew so well, wrapping the other man’s most private parts in the most intimate and indecent way. And just through that thin layer of stretchy material, Will could feel the undulating motions of Alexander’s considerable cock. It continued to lengthen and harden as Alexander held Will’s face against it, swelling and tumescing to a size that must surely eclipse Will’s own by at least twice as much.

“Lick my cock through my tights, page-boy-bitch!”

Will had no choice. He opened his mouth, and with no experience of what was expected of him, he lapped and licked at the silky material and at the man-meat beneath until the tights were moist with his saliva.

Alexander grunted as he felt those perfectly pouting lips and lapping tongue go to work. The boy’s inexperience was clear, but no matter, he would learn. Fuck, would he learn!

“Don’t forget my balls, tights whore,” he instructed through gritted teeth, and he gave Will’s head a slap, as he pushed it deeper into his crotch, and spread his muscled legs even wider to allow the lad better access to his pendulous ball-sack.

Will had no choice but to obey, and he got to work on Alexander’s considerable bollocks, licking and nibbling and sucking at them through the sodden material of his tights. And now a new scent: Alexander’s juicy ass, perfect and luscious through the rich burgundy material. Will experienced a bizarre and confusing mixture of emotions. He was helpless, subservient and degraded, being used as a boy toy by the older man, but there was also a strange kind of excitement: an honour to be allowed to work on the exquisite physique of his master, Lord Geoffrey’s most trusted servant.

Without warning, Alexander’s hand struck Will across the face, a golden ring cutting into the boy’s cheek and causing him to gasp in pain. He fell back onto his heels.

“Enough! You needn’t think that a mere blow-job will be sufficient to atone for your crimes, do you, slut-boy?”

Alexander shook his head slowly and cruelly. “Oh no, your punishment will be far more complex than that.”

Will knelt on the floor, his cheek smarting from where he had been struck.

“On your feet, bitch. Turn to face the wall, and don’t let me see those hands stray from your head, understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“And I think you’d better have the common manners to thank me for this additional training I’m giving you – all out of the kindness of my heart.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

Silence fell in the room. Will became aware of his own breath – heaving and deep as he tried to control the fear he felt and the terrible anticipation of wondering what torments and torture Alexander had in store for him.

“You seem nervous, page-bitch. Your hot little ass is quivering with terror in those tights of yours. I think I know a way to relax you. After all, how are you going to learn your lesson if you’re too tense to take it all in?”

Alexander allowed himself a wry grin at his private joke. The irony of this last statement might be lost on the boy right now – but it would not remain so for long.

“There is a wise-woman who lives in the village next to yours, boy. She dabbles in potions – mainly love syrups for the gullible and trusting. But she does possess a certain recipe which I have always found most efficacious. For many years, she has supplied me with little glass bottles of the liquid. Inauspicious in appearance, nevertheless, when inhaled… Well, you shall soon see, tights slut.”

“Please, Sir,” Will stammered. “I don’t want to take any potion. My mother always told me not to trust” –

“Silence, slut. You have no choice in the matter. I want you to take the potion and so that is what you will do. It will make you more malleable. And you never know – you may even enjoy it.”

Will heard the tinkle of a glass stopper being removed from a bottle and before he had chance to react, he felt the heat of Alexander’s body directly behind his. The steward had taken off his heavy brocade dressing gown, so he pressed his manly torso, covered with a light film of sweat in the warm evening, against the page-boy’s back. He ground his hosed crotch against the lad’s luscious ass globes and then reached around the boy’s body.

Clamping one hand over the lad’s mouth, Alexander used the other to force the little glass vial directly under Will’s nose.

Will started, instinctively, to struggle, but the older man was stronger and had the boy gripped tight. Soon all resistance was useless anyhow, as the vapours from the bottle entered the boy’s body. The odour was not unpleasant, but as it hit the back of his nasal passage and the potion began to be absorbed into his bloodstream, Will began to feel strangely weak. His knees buckled and he would have collapsed to the floor, had Alexander not been cradling him in his strong, naked arms.

Alexander’s voice whispered in his ear. “That’s it, bitch. Breathe deep. Take it all in. Inhale the potion all the way. It’ll make you feel really good.”

Will had no choice but to comply. He took great, deep breaths through his nose, inhaling the vapours deep into his lungs. The effect was strange but not unpleasant. Blood rushed to his head, and his heart rate began to slow. He felt his heart pounding and this combined with a weird kind of sensuality. His body tingled and he was acutely aware of all the most intimate and sexual parts of his body. He felt less like a human being and more animal. Maybe Alexander was right. Maybe he was just a dirty little bitch – a dog, with no finer feelings, just the desire to hump something or someone. Instinctively, he began slowly to rub his ass against the mound of Alexander’s cock.

“Mmmmm, yeah, boy,” the older man murmured. “That’s right. I told you it would feel good, didn’t I? Bet your ass feels really hot in those tights right now, doesn’t it? You’re feeling all horny and turned on, aren’t you? The potion is really doing its work now. And this is only the beginning…”

Will tried to speak but his brain seemed to be operating at half-speed and all he could do was utter an animalistic groan. Suddenly the bottle of potion disappeared into the waistband of Alexander’s tights and Will found himself spun round to face his master. Alexander lowered his head to reach the shorter boy and without warning, his tongue was between the boy’s pretty lips, swirling round that pussy mouth, probing, licking, slobbering all over the boy’s orifice. Will, still intoxicated by the potion, found himself responding.

He tried to imagine it was Jane, that this did not represent some kind of ultimate perversion, doing to a man what only men and women were supposed to do. But each time he tried to bring the image of the sweet little kitchen-maid to mind, it was displaced by the raw sexuality of the athletic form grasping him in his arms. The short soft bristles of Alexander’s beard rubbed against his smooth cheek and the insistent thrusting of the tights-clad cock against his own effectively dispelled any hope of fantasising that this was his sweetheart that he was kissing.

Then, as suddenly as he had approached, Alexander withdrew his tongue, and gave Will a sharp shove away from him that sent the lad sprawling to the floor. Will landed with a bump on his tights-clad butt and gazed up at his master, still dazed from the witch’s potion.

“I think someone needs to tell young Jane that her lover boy’s predilections lie elsewhere, don’t you?” sneered Alexander. “I’ve never seen a pussy boy more desperate for it than you. And oh, you’re going to get it, tights-slut. Oh, boy, are you going to get it…”