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.
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