The next few days had passed in something of a blur for Will. He had been shown to the dormitory where all the page boys slept. There were about a dozen of them in total: some blond, some dark; some tall, some short; some slim; some muscular; but all of them handsome in varying ways, and all with good shapely legs that filled out their tights to perfection. Most of them were the sons of gentlemen who hoped to find favour with Lord Geoffrey by placing their offspring in his household. All of them looked down on him as if he were some kind of insect. Yorick had clearly wasted no time in telling everyone about Will’s very humble origins.
The surliest of Will’s fellow pages was a lad called Raymond. He was eighteen, so a couple of years Will’s senior, with thick black curly hair, a button nose and full pouting pink lips. He was a few inches taller than Will, and his pageboy uniform consisted of a black and yellow embroidered jerkin, and his tights were parti-coloured in the latest fashion: one leg bright yellow and the other with alternating black and yellow vertical stripes. Raymond had been the previous holder of the post of junior page boy but had recently been promoted to a role with more responsibilities. Will thought that Raymond would have been pleased, but the older lad seemed to resent the fact that he had been replaced, and the focus for his resentment was, inevitably, young Will.
The situation was made even more difficult because Raymond had been charged with the job of training Will in his new position. Raymond grumbled that he had his own duties to see to, without being given the job of training some peasant half-wit; but he knew better than to complain too openly and risk punishment, so he took his frustration out on Will.
Will’s duties mainly seemed to be to be available to carry out whatever anyone senior to him wanted. In other words, he was the castle’s general dogsbody. The one specific role he did have took place every evening, as Lord Geoffrey and his household ate their sumptuous banquet in the Great Hall. Once the multitude of appetisers, fish courses, meat courses and other savouries had been consumed and cleared away, it was Will’s role to bring in an array of sweetmeats and desserts on a vast silver platter. Assiduously prepared by Mistress Olwen the Cook, these were a mouth-watering variety of puddings: milky blancmanges, trifles topped with layers of cream, chocolate mousses, warm yellow custards, strawberry, toffee and chocolate sauces and vast cream cakes. Alongside these delicacies were arranged every fruit you could imagine: large fresh bananas, juicy plums and nectarines, grapes, pears, peaches and kiwi fruits. And a large bowl of chocolate-coated fondants, bars of iced nougat and plump pink marshmallows coated in icing sugar.
“Lord Geoffrey has a very sweet tooth,” Mistress Olwen had chuckled to Will.
The first time Will was required to serve in the Banqueting Hall, his nerves nearly got the better of him. Suddenly, in spite of the finery he now wore and the relative comfort of his surroundings, he yearned for the simplicity of his old life. Still, there was no going back now.
Raymond had arranged all the various puddings and sweets on the platter – “Just how his Lordship likes it!” And the older boy stood with him outside the large oak doors, awaiting the summons. Suddenly, the doors swang open and Alexander the Steward, dressed in rich purple doublet and hose, looked Will up and down. His lips twitched in an appreciative smile but he said nothing, merely nodding towards the top table and indicating where Will was to go.
“Good luck, bitch boy,” hissed Raymond in Will’s ear, in a far from friendly fashion.
Will entered the Hall and began the long walk to Lord Geoffrey’s table, acutely aware with each step of being assessed by the various dinner guests: his blue jerkin rose up around his waist, and the blue spheres of his buttocks brushed against one another as he walked.
His first glimpse of his Lordship was brief. He knew he was not supposed to look at Lord Geoffrey directly, so his first impressions were a confusing welter of images: rich velvety robes, a distinguished, handsome man in his forties, with streaks of silver in his hair, and a neat pointed beard as worn by only the most fashionable of gentlemen. As Will gazed submissively at the floor, he saw his Lordship’s broad muscular thighs in crimson hose, his package framed enticingly.
Suddenly he heard Alexander’s voice at his side. “Serve his Lordship his dessert, boy!” came the harsh whisper.
Will pulled his eyes away from Lord Geoffrey’s crotch and leaned far over the table to deposit the groaning platter of goodies. As he did so, he felt Geoffrey’s warm palm caress the taut muscles of his backside, lingering over the tightly stretched material of his hose and finally issuing a smart slap to his buttocks which made Will’s cock throb encased in its leather strap.
Unsure of what he should do next, Will remained in that position, bent over the table, his ass exposed and vulnerable to whatever his Lordship should decide to administer.
“Nice boy, Alexander. Congratulations on your appointment. This one’s bum is even cuter than the last.”
“My only desire is to please your Lordship,” came Alexander’s oily response. The steward cleared his throat. “Okay, boy, you can put your tighted arse away now. We’ve seen enough of it for now.”
Will stumbled back and, his cheeks blushing as scarlet as Lord Geoffrey’s hose, he backed out of the Hall. As he left, he couldn’t help but notice Raymond glowering at him jealously – an unspoken threat in his dark, almond eyes.
And so his training had continued. He was spoken to only when someone wanted anything of him, and the other page boys in his dormitory whispered conspiratorially together, stopping abruptly whenever he entered the chamber. And all through it, Raymond continued to stare at him with contempt in his eyes.
So it was with no little relief that after five days at the castle, he heard a quiet voice at his side.
“Hello. It’s Will, isn’t it?”
It was a girl: only his own age or perhaps a year older, with soft light brown hair that fell to her shoulders, and a pretty face with a tiny button nose. She was dressed plainly in a brown smock – not for the women servants the exquisite finery of jerkin and tights.
“My name’s Jane. I work in the kitchen. I’ve spotted you fetching the dessert platter for Lord Geoffrey’s dinner.”
Will was so surprised to be spoken to as if he were a human being rather than the most menial of slaves, he was speechless for a moment.
Jane bit her lower lip. “I don’t have long but I know somewhere private we can go to … talk…”
Minutes later, they were together in the castle’s stables: the comforting smell of straw reminding Will of his family back at home.
“You’re very handsome, Will,” murmured the girl in his ear. “You must have seen all the servants watching you. They all want to get their hands on you and feel your most private parts through your delicious tights…”
Will was about to express his gratitude, but he was prevented from speaking as Jane planted a long and lingering kiss on his lips. As she did so, her hand strayed down to his bulge, the mound rapidly expanding and creating a tent pole in his tights. As she made contact, his cock jerked desperately.
“I have to go,” she said, rather regretfully. “Mistress Olwen will punish me if she notices I’m gone. But I hope we can meet again, Will.”
She vanished as quickly as she’d appeared.
Will sank back into the straw. That was it, he decided. He was in love.
His training continued for the next few days fairly uneventfully. He became gradually used to his costume which displayed his cock, balls and ass so obscenely for the obvious entertainment of anyone watching, and although Raymond was clearly never going to become his biggest fan, the dark-haired lad did at least admit that he was achieving some level of competence at his serving duties.
However, all of that paled into insignificance alongside the emergence of the lovely Jane into his existence. She was quite the most delightful creature he’d ever set eyes on. As yet their meetings had been snatched, illicit moments, as she always seemed to have to cut their fondlings short to go running back to her duties, lest she were missed in the kitchen. But she promised him that soon, very soon, they would know each other in the most intimate and delightful way… The virgin Will didn’t know exactly what she meant, but he was exceedingly eager to learn…
So it was with these delicious dreams in his mind that he now lay, drifting in and out of sleep in a most enjoyable fashion. His hands were undressing Jane’s bodice, stroking her small, pert breasts and burying his face between them, smothering himself, smothering, smothering …
And suddenly he was awake, gasping for breath, genuinely struggling for air. It took him a moment to work out what was happening, and then he realised that a slender yellow foot, ripe and sweaty from a hard day’s work, was smothering his face. The foot (encased in his customary silken yellow hose) belonged to Raymond, and the older lad was taking pleasure in grinding it into Will’s face. Will struggled to sit up and Raymond put his foot back on the floor, looming over Will’s pallet.
“So you’re finally awake, goat-shit,” he spat. “Fuck knows what you were dreaming about – you were moaning and groaning like a bitch on heat.”
Will bit his tongue. It would do not good to enrage Raymond further.
“Get up and get dressed. Alexander wants to see you in his private chambers right away. And he’s not a happy man.”
Will’s heart sank. “What… what do you mean?”
“You’ll find out soon enough, tights boy. Now I’d get up there pronto if I were you. Alexander doesn’t like to be kept waiting…”
Will stumbled out of bed and quickly got into his page boy uniform: strapping the cock ring around his privates and pulling up his blue hose as tight as it would go.
It was late. The majority of the castle was asleep, which was a good thing as far as Will was concerned. He had only a hazy idea of where Alexander’s chambers were and he was aided by the glowing candle light that emanated through the drapes of one of the windows at the top of one of the castle’s many towers. Still, it took him a little while to find the room within the labyrinthine maze of the castle’s nooks and crannies.
Finally, a little breathless, with the sickening feeling of fear still in the pit of his stomach, Will stood outside the Chief Steward’s room. He knocked firmly on the door.
A moment passed and then Alexander’s baritone voice called out from within: “Enter!”
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