The days passed, and if it were possible, Will managed to fall into a kind of routine.
The purge remained by far the worst part of it all. Raymond continued to take a wicked pleasure in forcing more water up Will’s arse than he thought possible. But as the novelty wore off, fewer and fewer of the castle’s residents turned out to observe his daily humiliation. Unfortunately, this fact seemed to annoy Raymond even more: as if the dwindling audience was somehow a reflection on his skills as an entertainer. As a result, Raymond was even surlier and crueller than usual in his treatment of Will. Will could tell that Raymond was planning something. He didn’t know what it would be, but he was sure that it would only mean ill fortune for him…
One thing Will did notice and which puzzled him was that, every day, regular as clockwork, a silhouetted figure appeared in one of the castle’s shortest, squattest towers. The figure remained for as long as Will’s daily enema lasted, and, as soon as Raymond had instructed him to wipe his arse, pull up his tights and get back to work, the figure vanished. Will had no friend to ask about the identity of the mysterious observer. He had not even seen Jane since his public humiliation. Although, truth be told, that was rather a relief. He wasn’t sure if he could bear to see again that pitying look of disgust on her sweet face.
The rest of his time was spent in a pretty monotonous fashion. He was ordered hither and thither by all and sundry. Raymond continued to insult him in ever more imaginative and degrading ways. And he still got butterflies in his stomach every time the evening came and he was required to wait yet again on the saturnine Lord Geoffrey.
At least, and to his relief, Master Alexander almost seemed to have forgotten about him. He appeared to be pretty well occupied with whatever duties kept him in the dungeons. And given the frequency and intensity of the screams emanating from that area of the castle, Will reckoned the less he knew about that the better.
It had been a day much like any other. Raymond had sent him to fetch some materials to Master Yorick’s workshop. This had entailed the customary grope of his tighted arse that Yorick demanded every time he saw him. Will was finding he didn’t really mind – indeed, he was almost becoming used to being regarded as a mere commodity – a pretty body for anyone to fondle if they fancied it. Besides, any time spent away from Raymond was a blessed relief.
The dormitory he shared with all the other young men of the castle was dark and hushed as he entered it. It wasn’t particularly late, but Will had no desire to incur the wrath of his dorm-mates. He sank heavily onto his straw pallet and pulled his waistcoat over his head. He slipped off his leather pumps and was about to remove his tights when, in an instant, a large hand covered his mouth and nose. He made to turn, but his attacker wrestled his arm behind his back in a painful lock position.
Will began to panic. The hairy, sweaty hand was smothering him. What was going on? Was this the latest of Raymond’s tricks? But the stranger who held him tight against his body was bigger and burlier than the lithe Raymond…
Just as he thought he would surely slip into unconsciousness, Will felt his attacker release his grip. Will spluttered, getting his breath back, and found himself flipped over onto his back on his crude bed.
As his head hit the makeshift pillow, he found himself straddled by his assailant. The enemy sat heavily on his stomach, and pinioned Will to the bed by his wrists. Will gazed up, still disoriented.
“Jonah?”
Sure enough, the heavily muscled and brutish Jonah, the smithy’s assistant, leered down at him.
“I – I don’t understand!” pleaded Will.
And then, unsurprisingly, the silver-tongued Raymond appeared over Jonah’s shoulder. He looked down at Will with contempt in his eyes.
“You know how strict Lord Geoffrey’s rules are about boys pleasuring themselves in the castle. And you also have first hand experience of how quickly gossip spreads… And you have here a room full of twenty or thirty young men, testosterone oozing from every pore, and no way of releasing that sexual frustration.”
Raymond paused for effect.
“And into this melting pot, comes a pretty little blond bitch like you. The lowest of the low. With two rosy lips that will take a cock very easily, and an arse that any one of the boys here can easily imagine is the pussy of a kitchen-maid. So what do you think is the inevitable consequence of this set of circumstances? You’re going to be our sex toy, tights slut. All night long. Every one of us is going to use you. Rape your mouth. Rape your arse. And you’ll lie back and take it. And you’ll take it whenever we want to use you. Because there’s nothing you can do to stop it. And don’t try telling anyone about it. Who the fuck do you think will believe your word against all of ours? And if we find out you have told anyone, then you’ll suffer even more…”
Will blanched in fear. The future stretched out before him. A nightmarish vision of night times spent servicing the sexual needs of all these frustrated young men. Suddenly the thought of being back home, starving with the goats in his hovel seemed a very alluring prospect. So why had Raymond’s speech, combined with the pressure of Jonah’s body on top of his, caused his cock to spring to a full erection?
The next few hours all passed by in a blur.
Too many hands, feet, faces, tongues.
His body was groped, his nipples squeezed. Youth after youth queued up to pull down the waistband of their tights and force their red, swollen pricks between his lips. He lost count of the times he was forced to gag on their man meat, pushing down into his throat.
His muscly legs, covered in the erotic silken tights, were spread and held down firmly. He felt tongues licking and lapping up the inside of his thighs.
His cock throbbed – and then nearly burst into eruption as he felt the soft wet touch of one of the boys lips upon it, tongue swirling round his tortured cock head, causing him to moan in frustrated ecstasy.
Suddenly, his face was being smothered. He couldn’t tell who it was but one of his fellow pages decided to sit on him, forcing Will to smell the ripe scent of the youth’s ass through the silky fabric of his tights. The tighted butt was ground relentlessly into Will’s face.
And whilst this was going on, Will felt a sensation at his own arse. The omnipresent butt plug was being withdrawn. But its remover was clearly in a frenzy of lust and had no thought of doing so with any care. Will was helpless as he felt the fine, delicate material of his tights being ripped by his abuser. The tear in his hose gave sufficient access to his asshole. He prepared himself for the onslaught of mancock that would surely follow.
But he was to be surprised. Instead, his ass was assailed in altogether gentler fashion. He felt the tip of a tongue flicker enticingly against his bumhole, darting in and out teasingly. And then, the ecstasy of penetration. The tongue probed deeper and deeper, licking, the teeth gently nibbling. If only there was still pressure on his cock, Will would surely have ejaculated there and then. But for now, his prick was left bobbing impotently. He whimpered miserably.
“Shut him up!” came a cry.
“Use the plug!” yelled another lad.
And sure enough, the big leather dong was passed from one to another and unceremoniously shoved between his lips to gag him. He had to gawp widely to allow its entrance. Will could taste the plug, still warm from being inside him, his ass juices coating the surface of the tortuous instrument.
Meanwhile, there was no let up to the assault on his body.
The tongue at his ass was now replaced by a cock, rammed hard and merciless up his boy-butt. His body bucked and convulsed as he was fucked. Simultaneously, the plug was removed and another cock was forced between his lips. He had no choice but to take it deep. And no matter how he writhed or struggled, his body was held fast by captors at each of his limbs, and by the weight of one or more pages sitting astride him.
Then a change of position as he was flipped onto his front. Hands encircled his waist and pulled his backside high in the air, whilst his face was buried in the bed. The fucking continued, and as one youth cried out in the fullness of a deep and long-lasting orgasm, he felt the cum flood inside him.
As one softening cock withdrew, Will felt another take its place.
And then a tongue flickered sensually in his left ear. Warm, heavy breathing, and then Raymond continued to taunt him in the merest whisper.
“You enjoying the attention, bitch boy? Being used like a stud. A piece of meat. Just a couple of holes for us to make us of. Your tights ripped. Your ass invaded. You’ll take all of the boys in here by the end of the night. You’ll be filled up with their cum. One way or another. Either down your mouth or up your ass. And you know what, slut? You enjoy it. You know you do. It’s all you’re good for. Just to take real men’s cocks. You’re no better than a spread-legged whore. A filthy slut that we could only find in the dirtiest alleys of the most depraved areas of the kingdom! You might writhe, and moan, and struggle, and protest. But that only turns us on all the more. It’s our pleasure to see you suffer. Your pretty pink lips. Your pretty pink ass. This is your destiny, slut. We’re going to breed you. Like a stud pony. Your whole purpose is to please us. Stick you away in the meat locker for the rest of the time, tied up, hanging there in your sticky, sweaty, ripped tights. Fetched out whenever we feel like it. And then left there the rest of the time. Our sweat and our cum drying on your body. With only the huge butt plug filling your ass for company…”
And with that, Will’s body was flipped again, so he was on his back, gazing up in pain and terror into the eyes of his latest rapist.
Raymond leant forward and grabbed Will’s cock. The mere touch had the desired effect, and in an instant, it jerked and erupted – pumping thick white boy cum in streaming arcs over his head. Almost as if this were a signal, the other servant boys surrounding the bed, took their cocks out of their tights and began pumping away. Most had already cum once this night, but the sight of the delectable Will, helpless, naked save for his tattered blue hose, sweaty, and writhing on the bed, drew yet more cum from the ensemble.
Ropes of white semen splattered onto Will’s prone body, splashing onto his torso and his legs, mingling with his and the others’ sweat, further to stain the blue of his hose.
The sound of his fellows’ laughter rang in his ears as the others gradually slunk away to their beds. “Fucking bitch…” “Nothing but a tights slut…” “Did you see? His cock stayed hard the whole time…”
Will just lay there, panting, exhausted, spent. With dismay, he felt a steady dribble of cum oozing from his asshole.
Raymond’s cooing voice returned. “Ah poor little bitch boy… Totally fucked and used up.” He tutted. “Mustn’t forget this now, must we? Where would our little tights slut be without his favourite toy up his bum?”
Will uttered a low moan, and a hissing fart escaped from his ass as Raymond retrieved the plug from the straw-strewn floor and pushed it back inside him.
And then, unexpectedly, he planted a gentle kiss on Will’s mouth. Will’s lips parted and he allowed Raymond’s tongue to slip between them, and swirled it round. Will responded, his boycock hardening in an instant.
“Sleep well, tights slut.”
And he did.
He woke up several hours later. Most of the other youths had already begun their working day. Will lifted his head and looked over to Raymond’s bed. Good. The older boy was still fast asleep. It had been quite a night for all of them.
Will found himself aching all over.
His arsehole was dry and sore from the multiple fucking he had received – and the ever-present butt plug was only adding to his discomfort. He ached all over and he stank of male sweat and cum. Dried patches of semen covered his upper body, and he looked down in dismay at his ruined tights. He gingerly got out of bed and realised the entire seat of his beautiful hose was ripped to shreds, leaving his pert bum gaping out of the material.
What was he to do? He was due to serve at Lord Geoffrey’s table this evening: the idea that he could do so in this state was unthinkable.
He realised he had only one choice: go to Master Yorick’s workshop, and beg him to provide him with some new blue tights. He had no doubt that the lecherous Yorick would extract a price from him, but he knew that would be infinitely preferable to the alternative should Alexander see him in this state.
Quickly, he pulled on his waistcoat and pumps, and tip-toeing past the sleeping Raymond, he made his way to Yorick’s workshop.
He’d been in the castle for well over a month now and was beginning to learn the back passageways and secret routes, so Will hurried down these in the hope he would pass none of the other servants.
Suddenly he heard footsteps coming towards him. He turned his back to the wall and stood still, hoping to shield his naked arse from view. His heart sank as the familiar, petite form of Jane, his sweetheart, turned the corner.
“Oh!” cried the girl. “You startled me!”
“I’m – I’m sorry,” mumbled Will. He stared at the ground, unable to look her in the eyes. Knowing that she had witnessed his first enema session – that most intimate and obscene of public humiliations.
Jane could clearly sense his embarrassment. “I think you’re very brave, Will. There aren’t many boys who could put up with what you’ve been subjected to every day since you arrived here.”
Will looked up at here with hope in his eyes. “You really mean that?”
She nodded eagerly. “I have to hurry, but, quick, kiss me.”
Will did not need to be asked twice. Their lips met, and Jane reached around his body to hold him closer. Too late! Her hand rested on his naked arse. She pulled it away in surprise.
“What - ?” she began.
Will went scarlet. “I had an accident,” he said helplessly.
“Turn round. Let me see how bad the damage is.”
Will turned his back to her.
“Oh dear,” she said. “Your tights are ruined!”
Will could only mumble his agreement, aware the girl was drinking in the sight of his naked bubble butt, framed in tattered hose: the large leather base of his butt plug protruding from between his pale ass cheeks.
“I have just come from Master Yorick’s workshop,” she told him. “He’s not there – off gossiping somewhere. If you hurry, you have time to slip in and find a new pair of tights. No one will be any the wiser!”
Will nodded, relieved that his aching body might be spared yet more sexual abuse.
The girl kissed him on his forehead. “Now – hurry! Before anyone else sees you and before Yorick comes back!”
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