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…”