“Breakfast is served,
your highness!”
Raymond swept into the
royal bedchamber, bowing low as he did so and as he knew his royal master would
expect.
Humphrey, the fat page
boy, followed him in, bearing a tray laden with fruit, ham, bread and,
naturally enough, eggs. Humphrey glanced at the young man who had only two days
before been his equal, but was now his master.
“Leave them on the side,
piglet, and go.”
“Yes, Raym – I mean,
sorry, yes, Sir.”
Raymond’s eyes narrowed
and Humphrey scurried away fearfully.
“You have taken to your
new position quite effortlessly, I see,” laughed Prince Felix, as he lounged
indolently beneath his silken sheets.
Raymond bowed again. “I
wish only to justify your highness’ faith in me.”
Felix pulled back the
sheets, and Raymond gulped to see that god-like body revealed in all its
nakedness: the strong, smooth pectorals, the rippling abdominals, the long,
muscular thighs, and his perky cock, semi-hard, with a fuzz of blond hair at
its root. The Prince showed no sign of self-consciousness. And why should he?
His body was the most beautiful Raymond had ever seen.
The blond Adonis ran a
hand through his flowing locks.
“I wish to bathe. Run me
a bath, will you?”
Raymond nodded. “I will
order hot water to be fetched at once, Sire.”
Felix crossed to his
wardrobe and began admiring his nude form in the floor length mirror. He pulled
open the closet door and touched one of his bejewelled tunics that hung
therein. He pulled open a drawer and extracted a neatly folded pair of bright
green tights. He let them unroll and held them against his naked flesh.
“May I ask your plans
for today, your highness?”
“If the weather is fine
again, I shall go riding.”
Raymond hesitated. “Is
that prudent, Sire? After the attempt on your life” –
“Ha!” scoffed the
Prince. “You think I fear that ragbag of peasants? I am protected by God,
remember! He guided you to save me from that murderous fool, and he will do so
again if any other evil-doer dares attempt to do harm to my royal person.”
He tossed the silken
hose onto the bed and turned to regard his royal rump in the looking-glass.
“Besides, Odin and
Ulfgar will have terrified them all into obedience by now.”
You
have to admire his self-confidence, mused Raymond, not to mention his arse.
“Will
you be requiring any ‘entertainment’ from the royal pages today, my Lord?”
“Ah
– are you wondering whether you will be required to don your pink tights suit
once again, Steward?”
Raymond
smiled obsequiously at his teasing royal master.
“Don’t
worry. I’m bored of seeing you four grubby youths grovelling before me. And
I’ve no further desire to see that young blond one driven into a sexual frenzy
from wallowing in his own filth, either.”
Raymond
saw his chance. “Ah yes, Sire. About him… I thought I might personally
undertake some further training of that particular brat.”
Prince
Felix raised an inquiring eyebrow.
“His
depravity,” continued Raymond, “is a direct result of the tutelage he received
under the perverted Alexander Courcey. I have some ideas on how I can control
some of his baser urges and make him a more suitable choice to wait on your
highness.”
The
Prince shrugged. “Do with him whatever you see fit.”
A
slow smile spread across Raymond’s face. Oh, he thought to himself, I intend to
do just that.
“Feeling
nervous, goat-shit? You should be. If I were you, I’d be feeling fucking
terrified.”
Will
had been anticipating this moment, and, now that it had finally come, a
peculiar kind of calm came over him. He was standing, head bowed, in
Alexander’s old chamber, where he had been summoned by the new Chief Steward of
the castle.
Raymond
was dressed in his new finery: black hose speckled with shimmering silver
stars, and a black, tight-fitting leather jerkin.
“I’ve
been given the task of dealing with you and your disgusting little perversions,
Will. Look at you! Even now your cock is bobbing with excitement at the
prospect of a verbal dressing-down from me.”
It
was true, Will realised in anguish. His hard stub of a cock was quite clearly
causing an obvious tenting in his bright blue tights.
“I
know the traitor Alexander used to get himself horny at the sight of young
men’s cocks bulging in their indecently tight-fitting hose. But I think as a
page in a royal household, a little more decorum is in order. Pull your tights down to your knees, boy.”
Will
reluctantly did as he was commanded, his bum in the air as he pulled his
hosiery down to expose his naked flesh.
Raymond
tutted. “Still rock hard, eh? This kind of treatment just drives you crazy,
doesn’t it?”
Will
inwardly cursed his rebellious dick. Go down, go down, he repeated to himself.
Go down, you stupid cock! But it resolutely refused to do as it was bidden.
“Very
well,” Raymond went on. “If the only way to get your prick to soften is for you
to come, then that’s what you must do. Get on your hands and knees, goat-shit.”
Will
made to yank up his tights to regain a shred of modesty, but Raymond snapped at
him.
“Oh
no, I didn’t tell you to pull your tights up, did I? Come over here and get on
your knees!”
With
his hose halfway down his legs, Will could only waddle across the room. And
when he had done so, he assumed the position on the floor, his arse sticking up
and out, his head hanging low.
Raymond slipped his foot
out of his leather boot and pushed it into Will’s face. Will inhaled the musky
aroma of the foot, encased in its sensuous black hose.
“Lick
it!”
Will
did as he was ordered, and in that moment, he knew he was a hopeless, powerless
slutboy, with no choice or say whatsoever over what happened to him next. His
tongue worked over the tights-clad foot, down the side, the heel, pushing
between Raymond’s toes until the clinging material was damp with his saliva.
“That’s
all you’re good for, you pussy bitch. To lick my feet!”
Suddenly Raymond withdrew his foot, and
quick as a flash, Will felt its damp touch, resting on his bare buttocks
instead. Raymond wiped his hosed foot all over Will’s arse until it came to
rest in the crack between Will’s impossibly peachy cheeks.
“Your
boy cunt is going to get some use, now. Never again am I going to be raped by
that fucking monster. That will be your place now. To be used by Odin the
Viking as his sex toy whenever he fancies a girl to fuck and has to make do
with a boy.”
He
pushed his foot deeper so that Will could feel Raymond’s hosed big toe - warm
and wet - forcing itself relentlessly against the puckered lips of his asshole.
“And
his cock is a monster, goat-shit. You’ve never felt anything like it. He’ll use
you without mercy too. He won’t care if you scream or beg. In fact he likes
that. The girlier you sound, and the more you cry and plead, the more it turns
him on. He’ll love raping you.”
“No,
Raymond, please, no…”
“Shut
the fuck up, bitch!”
And
with that, the older youth jumped on Will’s back. Will felt the incredibly fine
material of Raymond’s tights rubbing against him, as his enemy’s bum rocked
back and forth on his lower back.
With
one hand, Raymond began spanking Will’s arse, whilst with the other he reached
under and began yanking at the blond page boy’s cock: fiercely and without
mercy.
“You
love this, don’t you, slut? Me spanking
your bum and milking your cock. Like one of the cows in your father’s barn. I’m
tugging at your pathetic little pecker. Breeding you. Milking you. Wanking your
dirty little cock till you explode. Tights round your knees. Arse in the air. A
fucking filthy little whore boy. And you love it…”
His
touch was rough and callous, but his monologue did the trick, and Will sobbed
with relief and humiliation as his cock spurted onto the flagstones: white cum
falling in droplets to the floor.
Raymond
dismounted in disgust, wiping his hand – wet with Will’s semen – across the
boy’s bum to dry it off.
“Now,”
he remarked. “Perhaps, finally, I can fit you with your new device. Stand up!”
Will
– both sets of cheeks rosy from his climax – pulled himself to his feet as his
cock, at long last, began to droop into flaccidity. He turned to Raymond,
wondering what fresh torment might next be in store for him, only to see the
other youth holding a strange metal device. It was a slightly curved cylinder
of steel - a ring at one end and at the other, a narrow slit in the metal.
“I’d
like to introduce you to your chastity cage,” smirked Raymond. “You’ll be spending
a lot of time in its company. Let me show you how it works.”
First,
Raymond lifted Will’s balls and pushed them through the steel ring. Then he
took the newly soft penis and gently threaded it into the metal cylinder.
Lastly, a small padlock was fixed to the chastity device. Will’s lip trembled
as he began to appreciate the implications of it all.
“You’ll
still be able to piss through the hole at the end. But you won’t be able to
touch your cock. And if you even think about getting hard, it’s going to be
very painful for you. The space inside that tube is so tight. You won’t be able
to get an erection even! I’m in total control of when - or if - you get to
touch your boy prick ever again. I hope you enjoyed that orgasm, Will. It’s the
last one you’ll be having in quite some time.”
“Raymond,
please” –
“It’s
Sir to you!” shrieked Raymond, squeezing Will’s balls as he did so. “And think
yourself fucking lucky. I could have these whipped off and you’d spend the rest
of your life as a eunuch. That would solve your embarrassing problem of getting
hard at inappropriate moments with one simple stroke…”
Will
fell instantly silent.
“Very
well. Pull your tights up.”
Will
did so, the strange cold sensation of the metal against his prick, weighting it
down, was perturbing. Instantly he found that he missed the feeling of the soft
nylon of his tights caressing his genitals.
“No,
no, no,” tutted Raymond. “That will never do. The chastity device gives you a
bulge in your hose that is positively indecent. And – to be frank – is more
flattering than your pathetic little stub deserves.”
Raymond
peeled the waistband of Will’s blue tights down, so that once again his arse
was bare and exposed. Will’s hopes rose. Would Raymond remove the cruel
chastity device after all?!
Raymond
paused in mock-contemplation. “I have just the thing!” he announced. And with a
flourish, he produced a small bundle of white cloth. Will was not deceived for
a moment. Raymond had planned this, all down to the last detail.
“Stand
still, goat-shit.”
Will
did so as Raymond came to stand behind him. With a sinking feeling of dismay
and despair, Will felt the cloth being passed between his legs and wrapped
around his arse and groin. Raymond pulled the material up as snug as possible,
and then pinned it with a large metal fastening. Raymond had put him in a big,
padded nappy.
“Much
better!” the dark-haired lad crowed. “Now pull your tights up, bitch, and let’s
see what that looks like!”
He
had no choice, and Will mournfully pulled the stretchy fabric back up, only
this time it had to stretch considerably more in order to cover the large bulky
diaper that he was wearing.
“You
look truly ridiculous, baby boi!”
Will
caught a glimpse of himself in the looking-glass. The sleek and sexually
alluring silhouette which had so enticed Alexander was gone. Instead of the
scintillating promise of his bulging cock and rounded arse cheeks, was the
inelegant and humiliating bulge of the thick nappy. His groin now smooth and
flat – his bum inflated and huge.
“One
final touch, I think,” mused Raymond. And he threaded a thin leather belt round
Will’s waist. Like the chastity device, he locked it with a padlock. And he
pocketed the key in a pouch at his side.
“You’d
better get used to wearing your nappy, goat-shit. You’ll resist as long as you
can but sooner or later you’ll have to piss yourself and shit yourself in it. I
might choose to let you change it occasionally. If you’re lucky.”
“You
look pleased with yourself, Steward. I take it you have had a productive
morning?”
The
Prince, now dressed in his bright green tights and doublet, looked up as
Raymond entered the royal presence once more.
“Most
productive, your highness. The junior page boy will not be embarrassing himself
or you anymore.”
“I’m
glad to hear it.”
“Did
the other pages fill your bath for you, Sire?”
“They
did. It’s waiting for me in the next room.”
Raymond
hesitated. “Is there anything else you require, your highness?”
“Yes.
It’s raining, blast the weather. And I had set my heart on riding out on
Thunderer.”
“I
live to serve you, my Lord. But even I cannot command the elements.”
“I’m
aware of that. But I’m in dire need of some physical exercise.”
The
Prince began to unbutton his close-fitting doublet to reveal his smooth and
unblemished chest. He flung the tunic on to a nearby armchair and stood there,
his upper body naked, his sole garment his impossibly snug green tights.
“As
I was growing up, I would often try my strength in trials against the sons of
my father’s courtiers.”
“Your
highness?”
“Take
off that jerkin. Immediately.”
Raymond
did as he was instructed, and soon he was also naked, save for his black,
star-spangled hose. His body was slimmer and less well-developed than the
Prince. At five years his royal master’s junior, he had not had the same
military training. Physically, he was only just recovered from his terrible
sojourn in the bedroom of Sir Wilfrid. A trial of strength? What could the
beautiful Prince mean?
“Come
here.”
Raymond did as he was
ordered. An enigmatic smile played around Felix’s lips as he lifted up an
ornate green bottle from a nearby table.
“Oil,”
he explained curtly as he poured some into his palms.
Raymond
quivered in surprise as the Prince walked up to him and began rubbing the thick
liquid into his chest. Deftly, the Prince moved onto Raymond’s arms, until all
of the new Steward’s torso was well-oiled and glistening.
“Now,
you oil me. It makes for a more challenging contest.”
Raymond
breathed deeply as he laid his oily palms onto the Prince’s golden body. He
could not be sure, but he suspected Felix knew just what a devastating effect
his beauty and his close physical proximity was having on his servant. Raymond
desperately wished to linger over the Prince’s pert pink nipples as he brushed
the oil across them. He was longing to pinch and tweak them as he did so, but
he controlled himself, and stuck to the job in hand, although his cock was
pulsing in his fine black tights.
“The
winner is he who gains submission from his opponent,” whispered the Prince
conspiratorily. “Now, let us wrestle!”
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