“It was easier than I thought,” whispered Will, as he unwrapped the iron file from a hessian cloth. “Everything’s chaos because someone tried to kill Prince Felix today.”
Alexander raised his eyebrows. “Did they now? So the people are revolting at last. Much as it would grieve me to see the end of that pretty arse, I can’t help wishing the spoiled little shit had met his maker today.”
“He’s been locked in his chamber with Raymond ever since. Raymond saved his life apparently.”
Alexander sighed. “I always knew that boy was trouble. What about those two Viking idiots?”
“The Prince is furious with Ulfgar for not spotting the danger. He’s sent both of them out to terrorise all the nearby villages. He told them to stay out until they’d visited every place within fifteen miles of the castle. It’s all quiet as can be out there in the castle.”
“Well that’s good news for us at least. It means we’re not likely to be disturbed. Now let me get this damned manacle off my wrist – and then I believe my cock has a long overdue appointment with your bum, my lad…”
Alexander’s lust drove him on, and in his eagerness, it was not long before he had filed through the iron shackle. It fell with a clank to the dungeon floor.
“I brought you some new tights, Sir,” whispered Will meekly.
Alexander clasped the lad’s shoulder in gratitude, and began to roll his old pair down his strong legs. Will watched in fascination. He had never seen Alexander strip in front of him before and it seemed to him that this was to be a rare moment of intimacy for the two of them.
As if reading his mind, Alexander looked at Will with a wry expression.
“This is - original, isn’t it? My standing naked in front of you?”
Will had to admit he was impressed by what he saw. In spite of the days he had spent imprisoned in the dank dungeon on the most meagre of food rations, Alexander remained a damned handsome man. His chest had a light smattering of dark hair which ran down his washboard stomach and covered his tanned and lithe legs. His beard was now a little unkempt and he smelt strongly of masculinity, but if anything, Will wondered if he did not prefer this rawer version of the Steward.
“Let me see those tights, boy. I want to feel them against my skin as I fuck you.”
Will did as he was ordered and handed the cleanly laundered hosiery to his former master.
“Royal purple, eh?” mused Alexander. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say that was an attempt at irony.”
Will’s face creased in a frown of bewilderment which made Alexander chuckle to himself.
He lifted the beautiful garment to his face and breathed in deeply the intoxicating aroma of fresh hose.
“Dress me in them, boy. Dress your master in his tights.”
Alexander stood with his naked back against the wall of the dungeon and lifted one foot. Will immediately knelt before him and, leaving the other to dangle, ruched up one leg of the tights. He held the hosiery open and the older man slowly and purposefully inserted his foot. As ever, the feel of the material against his skin made Alexander’s cock stiffen. He lowered his stockinged foot to the floor and lifted the other. Will repeated the motion, making tiny adjustments to the material so that it encased his master’s feet to perfection. Alexander wiggled his toes in the tight-fitting garment.
“Nicely done, boy. Now pull them up.”
Will did so, as slowly and delicately as he could in order not to tear the fine fabric of the hose. Over Alexander’s shapely calves, past his knees and up, up – encasing his strong thighs in the shimmering purple material. And then, finally, he found his face level with Alexander’s heavy, bobbing penis.
“Kiss it, boy. You know you want to. Kiss your master’s proud cock.”
He did so, taking the long and beautiful prick between his pink lips, and swirling his tongue round the head in the way only a truly passive slutboy can.
Alexander let out a deep, shuddering sigh as the boy’s ministrations had their effect on his swollen meat. He grasped Will’s blond locks and forced his dick deeper and deeper into Will’s gullet. A few more moments like this and he would come, he knew.
“Not like this,” he hissed. “I don’t know whether I will get another chance to use you, lad. If this is to be our final time together, I want my cock up your sweet boy hole.”
He pulled his prick from the boy’s wet lips, and lay down in the straw of the dungeon.
“The surroundings are not as fine as the first time I fucked you, boy, but they’ll have to do.”
Alexander spat on his hands and rubbed the saliva on his throbbing cock.
“Come, bitch. Come and sit on my meat. I want it all the way up you.”
Will lowered the waistband of his tights to just below his buttocks. He knew from experience that Alexander would want to be able to stroke his legs through their hosiery as he used him. Squatting over his master’s jutting prick, Will teasingly began to lower himself onto the skewer.
Alexander reached up, and with a wet finger, began to push and poke at Will’s puckered rosebud.
“You’re ready for it, slut, aren’t you? Ready to take my cock all the way to the hilt.”
“Yes, Sir. Fuck me. Please, Sir. I beg of you.”
Alexander marvelled at the change in the lad since he had first taken his cherry all those months ago. The protestations, the struggle, the determination that he was only undergoing these deeply personal humiliations for the sake of saving the pretty little kitchen-maid with whom he had been briefly infatuated.
And look at him now! Gasping like a well-practiced whore, as Alexander’s rigid cock slipped inside his arse. Sinking down gratefully onto it, shuddering as his master’s considerable dick made contact with the nub of his prostate.
“Bounce, boy,” Alexander said firmly. “Let me see you bouncing on my prick. Show me just how much you are enjoying it!”
Will did as he was instructed, although it made his poor thigh muscles ache even more. He felt Alexander’s hands all over him, stroking his tights-clad legs, and panting with the pleasure of the tightness of Will’s anus.
All the way up he went, so that the helmet of Alexander’s cock nearly popped out of Will’s bum, and then plunging down again, again all the way, so that Alexander’s pubic hair tickled his smooth buttocks. Will’s own prick was rock hard, and he experienced another jolt of pleasure as Alexander reached round to start wanking it.
Now it was Will’s turn to marvel at how the situation differed from their first time together. Back then he had been issued with strict instructions that he was not to touch his prick or indeed derive any sexual satisfaction from their encounter. And now? Their relationship seemed to be more than mere master and servant. He realised that if this was the final time he would feel Alexander’s experienced cock inside him, he would feel truly sorrowful.
“I’m close, boy. Very close now,” warned Alexander as he continued to tug at Will’s own erect prick.
“Me too, Sir. Me too.”
Suddenly, Alexander sat up, revelling in the sensation of the lad sitting on his lap, impaled on his thrusting prick. He reached round, and as he continued to jerk Will’s cock with one hand, he clasped his other palm over Will’s mouth and nose to prevent him breathing.
The sensation was enough to send Will into spasms of ecstasy. His master’s manly palm pressed against his face, the divine tights fuck and the sudden spurting of Alexander’s seed deep into his insides all combined to provoke the page boy’s own climax. Will squealed blissfully as cum went shooting in the air and landed on the flagstones and straw of the dungeon with a satisfying splat.
“I should make you lick that up, boy…”
A little later, Will scurried across the castle courtyard to return to the dormitory. He gripped the key firmly in his hand, while his mind lingered on Alexander, now safely locked up once more in his dank cell. He glanced from the grim dungeon in the very bowels of the castle up to the luxurious royal apartments where Prince Felix lay in bed. A candle flickered in the window.
He took a deep breath as he pushed the door to the dormitory open, wincing as it creaked.
“Who’s that?” came an accusatory whisper from the shadows.
“It’s only me. Will.”
“Where have you been?” asked Mortimer.
“I couldn’t sleep. My body aches too much from all that mopping.”
“Me too. Can’t get comfortable however I lie.”
Will glanced over to the empty pallet in the corner of the room.
“Where is Raymond?” he asked.
“He’s still with the Prince. I think he’s going to be even more difficult to deal with now, you know.”
“Yes, you’re probably right. Anyway, good night.”
And with that, Will crawled into bed. But he didn’t sleep. Alexander had issued him with a new list of instructions: items he needed to fetch during the day. In less than twenty-four hours’ time, the Steward planned to make his escape from the castle.
Will was still preoccupied with Alexander’s plan the following morning, as he, Mortimer, Humphrey and the few elderly men and women who made up the depleted castle staff consumed their meagre breakfast.
The atmosphere was subdued as the gathered servants contemplated silently what the implications of the attempt on Prince Felix’s life would be for them all.
Ulfgar and Odin had been dispatched the previous afternoon with instructions from his highness to ride through every village in the county proclaiming that anyone harbouring treasonous intents against his highness could expect no mercy. And in a nasty little extra twist, they had been ordered to chop off the right hand of at least one man in every village they passed through in order to emphasise the point. The servants shuddered at the news, knowing that this would do nothing to improve Prince Felix’s reputation in the area.
“I can’t keep this porridge warm forever,” grumbled Mistress Olwen. “Lord knows where he’s got to, but our proud young Master Raymond will have to do without his breakfast today.”
“Hold your tongue, woman, and show some respect to your betters!”
Will, shocked at the abruptness of the command, span round to look at the doorway. There, more arrogant than Will had ever seen him, stood Raymond himself.
“Well, I never heard such insolence!” spluttered the cook. “You apologise to me this instant!”
Raymond narrowed his eyes before he addressed her, coldly and deliberately.
“Take a look at me, woman. Don’t you see how I am dressed? Don’t you see that my status has risen?”
The dark-haired youth’s apparel was indeed a far cry from his recent wardrobe, be that either the clinging pink bodysuit or his tattered and stained nappy. His shiny black curls were clean and brushed, and he wore a fine embroidered doublet of black and white satin. Ribbons and bows ran down the front and a stiff lace collar framed his face. The piece de resistance was, naturally enough, the hose: one of his legs jet black, the other pristine white, the two meeting in the cup of his groin and disappearing into the crack of his shapely arse.
“There are to be some changes around here,” he announced. “You are looking at your new Chief Steward.”
A deep, communal sigh seemed to emanate from the assembled throng. Mistress Olwen looked flabbergasted, and was, for once, utterly speechless. Will couldn’t believe his ill fortune. It was one thing to have the callous young Prince as his tormentor, but now, once again, his oldest nemesis had been elevated to a position of power over him!
Raymond walked purposefully around the table, giving all of the other servants the opportunity to drink in his new finery. When he reached Will, he halted and bent to whisper in his ear:
“I have the complete trust of his royal Highness, boy.”
Raymond ran a jewelled finger along the length of Will’s hosed thigh and gently cupped his balls through his tights. Will’s throat was dry with anxiety.
“My dominion over you is limitless, goat-shit. And oh am I going to enjoy making you suffer…”
They saw little of their new Steward for the rest of the day. He remained ensconced in the Prince’s royal chambers, and with Ulfgar and Odin still absent on their bloodthirsty mission, Will found it relatively easy to slip away from his chores and into Alexander’s former suite.
He stood in the centre of the bedchamber. The walls were bare: the plush tapestries having been appropriated by the greedy Prince. The four-poster bed remained and Will recalled the sensation of being totally encased in hose and tied spread-eagle to its posts. His cock throbbed at the memory of being man-handled and used, all the time at Alexander’s mercy.
No time for that now, though. For all he knew, Raymond might appear at any moment to take ownership of Alexander’s old rooms. Following the disgraced former Steward’s instructions, Will shifted a cabinet and found a small trap door in the floor. He opened it carefully and emptied its contents into a leather bag.
Hours later, as the bed tolled midnight, Will stood in the dungeon and handed the bag to his former master.
“It was all there, Sir. Just as you said it would be.”
“Good lad. You’ve done well. And food?”
“That was harder. Mistress Olwen has been fussing around the kitchen all day. But I took what I could. There is enough for a couple of days at least.”
Alexander nodded his head grimly and fastened the long black cloak that Will had brought him around his shoulders.
“Then it is time for me to go.”
He hefted the leather satchel onto his shoulder and started towards the steps that would lead from the dungeon and to freedom.
“Sir,” stammered Will. “Will you – take me with you?”
“What’s this?”
“The Prince has made Raymond Chief Steward now. He hates me, Sir. I’m frightened of what he might do to me.”
Alexander’s brow furrowed at the news that he had been usurped by the arrogant young upstart.
“Is that the only reason you wish to come with me?”
Will shook his head slowly.
“Go on, boy…”
“When you took me from the village, Sir. I was totally ignorant of the ways of men. I was horrified. I hated what you made me do. But now…”
“You’ve learned to appreciate it, haven’t you?”
Alexander strode over to the trembling blond lad, and gently reached round to place a hand on his hosed bum. Breathing softly in Will’s ear, he began to stroke and caress those heavenly buttocks.
“You want to be used like the little slut you are. You need it, don’t you, bitch?”
“Yes, Sir,” gasped Will as his master’s tongue flickered in and out of his ear. “Please, please, Sir…”
Alexander paused in contemplation. Then he appeared to come to a decision.
“It’s tempting, boy. It’s very tempting: the prospect of your tights-covered arse being available to me whenever I want it. And don’t think I don’t appreciate your loyalty – or the risk you’ve taken in helping me to escape. But believe me, it’s for your own good that you stay here. I’m going to be an outlaw. If Felix or either of his goons find me, I’m a dead man for sure. I’m going to have to run and hide. And it will be easier for me to do that alone.”
A solitary tear welled in the corner of Will’s eye.
Alexander bent down and planted a full kiss on Will’s pouting lips.
“Good luck, tights boy. I hope we meet again. I pray that it will be in this world – but if not, I shall see you in the next.”
The night air was cold and sharp, but it was fresh after the stale stink of the dungeon. Alexander inhaled deeply the beautiful scent of freedom. He took a final look around him at the place he had called home for all these years, and stepped out into the unknown.
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