Chapter 57 - Sin on a Stool

“You seem quiet this morning, young Will,” smiled Brother Ralf. “Something on your mind?”


There was indeed. And it was principally the handsome face and muscled body of Hal the novice monk. He’d cum four times in the night thinking of him. And no good would come of falling in love with a man destined for the monastery. “You’ve been very kind to me, Brother Ralf but I can’t stay here forever. I think it is time I went on my way.”


“Is that safe?” enquired the monk. “That villainous robber may yet be lurking.”


“I can’t hide forever,” shrugged Will. “And it is time I took charge of my own life.” He did not tell Ralf that at the moment, he felt more nervous about being under the same roof as the sweaty and lascivious Abbot than whether Ebony and his gang of ruffians were nearby.


“Well we’ll miss you, that’s for sure. You’re a good lad. And a hard worker. If ever you need us, we’ll be here for you.”






Will had no belongings of course. The kindly Brother Ralf had packed him some provisions, but other than the hessian trousers and linen shirt on his back, he would be travelling light. He intended to slip away quietly from the monastery, too ashamed to look at any of the young novices after the humiliating lesson he had been exhibited in. And as much as he yearned for a final glimpse of Hal, he decided it would be wiser to do without.


However, as so often before in Will’s young life, fate was to intervene.


Just as his hand came to rest on the handle of the monastery door, he felt another’s hand on his shoulder.


“Surely you’re not leaving us so soon?” hissed the sibilant voice of the Abbot.


Will shrank away but the fat cleric was stronger than he looked. “I thought you’d be pleased,” Will stammered. “After what you said about me. You said I was possessed by the devil. Why would you want me under the same roof as holy men?”


“Ah, my poor boy! The Lord moves in most mysterious ways! Why, I wish to purge you of the demons that torment you, my son, can’t you see?”


“That’s very kind of you, I’m sure, but”-


“It seems you are determined to go,” sighed the Abbot. “At least permit me to give you a blessing before you set off.”


The fat man smiled his oily smile.


Now it was Will’s turn to sigh. “Very well,” he said. “What’s the worst that could happen?”






They were in the Abbot’s private chambers once more. The same place where Will had submitted to the peculiarly invasive physical examination that the fat cleric had insisted upon. The Abbot smiled again his sickly smile.


“Come, lad, and kneel before me.”


Will did so a little hesitantly - bemused by the absence of religious ranting compared to the Abbot’s classroom lecture.


“Now, lift your arms above your head, boy.”


Again Will did as he was told, and he was not entirely surprised as the Abbot lifted the his thin blouse over his head to expose his smooth, bare chest.


An involuntary gasp escaped the Abbot’s saliva-coated lips as he turned to fetch a phial of holy water from the cabinet behind him. As he began to pour the fluid onto Will’s scalp, he murmured an incomprehensible Latin prayer, making the sign of the cross above Will’s head.


“And now, boy, you are free to leave.”


Will wiped his wet forehead, unsure of the exact etiquette of dealing with holy water. He nodded to the Abbot, rose to his feet and headed to the door.


“Just one thing more!” cooed the holy man. “I should really inspect that chastity device at your groin before you go. It would be most unfortunate if it became infected in any way…”


Will might have known his departure would not be quite so simple. And what was he to do now? How would he explain that his cock had finally been freed from its cruel cage? And worse, would the Abbot want to touch his dick now that it was free?


“Why so coy, lad? It’s not the first time I’ve inspected you after all…”


“It’s alright, your Worship. I’m fine. Thank you for your blessing.”


Will backed away from the sweating Abbot.


“Oh no, boy. That won’t do at all! In fact, I insist!”


And in one rapid movement, the Abbot tugged at Will’s rough trousers and pulled them down to his ankles. Will gasped in surprise - and his cock, so recently free from its months of imprisonment, bobbed automatically into semi-hardness.


The Abbot was triumphant. “So it is indeed true!” he crowed. “Your wicked lustfulness has infected this holiest of places! And you have even led astray one of my dear sons, you sinful succubus!”


The fat man waddled over to the confessional box in the corner of his chamber, and opened the wooden door. “Come out, young novice. And face the creature that has tempted you so…”


Will’s stomach gave a little leap as Hal stepped reluctantly from the cubicle.


“What’s going on?” Will asked.


“Allow me to explain, you young minx! Novice Henry here came to me for confession this morning and admitted to having lustful thoughts. I had hoped my boys here would draw on the Lord’s strength and resist the temptation that you have brought into our home. But it seems I need to take more direct action.”


The Abbot moved more swiftly than Will anticipated, and before he really knew what was happening, the Abbot had looped a string of rosary beads around Will’s wrists and tied his arms behind his back. A second string was tied around his neck.


“What are you doing?” Will cried.


“I do not have to explain myself to you, you spawn of Satan!” declared the Abbot, as he shoved Will in the small of his back. Will stumbled forwards, his feet becoming free of his trousers as he did so. He was now naked, and his damned cock - neglected for so long - stiffened even further in spite of himself.


“See this animal!” spat the Abbot, quivering fervently. “He is consumed by sexual appetites!”


Will gazed into the anguished face of the handsome Hal. The demons he was battling seemed to be internal ones.


The Abbot waddled over to a cabinet and fumbled with a key. As he unlocked the door, Will thought he could glimpse an array of items and implements that would look more at home in the castle dungeon than in the private belongings of a man of God. The Abbot snatched a small wooden stool from his closet and placed it in the centre of the room. Both Hal and Will gawped in surprise. In the middle of the seat, a smooth wooden pole, some seven or eight inches in length pointed to the ceiling. Will did not have time to question exactly why the Abbot should posses such an item, but he had a horrible feeling that he was about to become rather intimately acquainted with it.


Sure enough, the Abbot grabbed the rosary beads encircling Will’s neck, and dragged him over to the stool. Will struggled, but the fat man had weight on his side and was stronger than he looked. “We will subdue you, demon!” he muttered manically.


“You’re mad!” cried Will. “Let me go!”


He struggled to free himself from the Abbot’s sweaty embrace and recoiled from the fat man’s greasy palms.


“You cannot escape from me, devil! I have the Lord on my side. Now - knee before the altar!”


Will found himself forced to his knees in front of the draped table, and the possessed Abbot pushed down his head so that his forehead rested on the floor. The fat man held Will in position, Will’s naked arse pointing vulnerably towards the ceiling. Suddenly Will felt the Abbot’s sausage like fingers fumbling at his arsehole, depositing an oily gunk around his puckered orifice. The Abbot was working himself up into a frenzy, and began pushing his fingers into Will’s backside.


Will began to breathe deeply. How long had it had been since his arse had been probed like that? Of course at the castle it had been a daily occurrence. Indeed, most of the time it had been stuffed with a large leather dong, and the moments of respite when his hole had been empty had been few and far between. Since his expulsion from the castle’s walls, his anus had been brutalised on more than one occasion by the monstrous Lunk and his cronies, and his beer enema at the hands of the sadistic robber, Ebony, rated as a particularly memorable experience. However, his weeks in residence at the abbey had given his poor bottom some much needed relief. Nevertheless, as the Abbot pushed and pried at that most private part of his anatomy, a weird sensation began to rise in him. Had his arse actually missed all that attention? Was it indeed possible that he secretly yearned for his hole to be plugged once more?


He was afforded little time to wonder. Soon the sweating cleric had hefted him onto his feet and positioned him over the stool, Will’s lubricated asshole hovering above the wooden pole.


“You will be restrained, devil!” frothed the Abbot. “Your wickedness is no match for me!”


“No! Stop! Please! Let me go!” begged Will. But his protests were in vain. The religious mania gripping the Abbot seemed to give him an almost superhuman strength.


“Down you go!” he insisted, pressing on Will’s shoulders. “I have coated this pole with holy oils. That should subdue the devil inside you!”


Will tried to resist by bracing his legs, but the Abbot had spilled oil onto the floor, and Will’s heels gave way on the slippery surface. The fat monk took advantage of Will’s lack of balance by plunging him downwards, impaling him on the wooden dildo.


“Ah! Ah! Ah!’ Will gasped as the entire length of the pole entered him and pressed bluntly against the nub of his prostate.


The Abbot wasted no time in tying a cord around Will’s slim waist, which he then knotted underneath the wooden seat. Will tried to raise his naked torso from the invasive wooden phallus but it was stuck fast. He glanced over to see Hal standing miserably against the wall. Will tried to process the surprising news that Hal had been entertaining lustful thoughts about him, and then realised with shame, that the young novice could not help but see that Will’s pretty little cock was throbbing at his groin. Will’s body had betrayed him. It seemed he did yearn for his arse to be probed after all. Nor had this escaped the Abbot.


“Now we see why you had to be kept in that chastity device!” the Abbot shrieked, his eyes bulging. “Your perversions are truly foul to behold!”


Will blushed a deep shade of red at being humiliated so comprehensively in front of his new-found friend. How had it happened that in this last year and a half, he had turned into a slut boy whose cock sprang into action the moment his arse was plugged?


“Brother Henry!” declared the Abbot. “You must confront your base desires. I order you to approach this whorish demon!”


Hal shook his head from side to side, his glossy black hair swishing as he did so. But he dared not ignore a direct command from his superior. Tentatively he walked towards Will.


“Remove your robes!” the Abbot continued. “You must be naked to receive true absolution.”


It crossed Will’s mind that the Abbot had an unorthodox approach to sinfulness - and one which appeared to involve young men stripping off their clothing as regularly as possible. But Hal seemed not to question the command, loosening the leather belt at his waist, and allowing his plain brown robe to fall to the floor. He stepped out of his sandals and took another step to where Will sat impaled on the three-legged stool.


Will gulped as he saw Hal’s naked body for the first time: the familiar square jaw and dimpled chin, his long, honey-coloured neck, the Adam’s apple bobbing nervously; broad shoulders; firm slabs of pectoral muscles and strong, bulging biceps; smoothly chiselled abdominal muscles leading down to a little dark fuzz at his crotch where a long, veiny cock with a large mushroom-shaped head that pulsed, erect and proud. Hal’s legs were long and his quad muscles were like slabs of ham, his calves equally shapely. Even in his current predicament, Will could not help but conjure how those amazing legs would look encased in some of Master Yorick’s finest hosiery, caressing the masculine contours, and disappearing deep into the crack of that ass.


He was afforded no further time for such contemplation however, as Hal had reached him. Indeed, his straining man-meat was mere inches from Will’s flushed face. The two young men were breathing deeply: lustful sweat beaded on their torsos and in their armpits.


When the Abbot spoke, his voice sounded strangulated with unfulfilled lust: “Do it, Brother Henry. It is the only way to rid yourself of these devils which afflict you. Touch this diabolical imp! Do to him all that you desire!”


Hal did not need to be told twice. He knelt on the hard wooden floorboards, and gently cupped Will’s face between his hands. He gazed deep into Will’s big, brown eyes and lightly brushed his lips against the younger boy’s. It was a simple action, but Will’s cock pulsed at the tenderness of the touch. Almost immediately, Hal kissed him again - this time more firmly, holding Will’s mouth in place, and tentatively pushing the tip of his tongue between Will’s generous lips. For his part, Will could not help respond.


“Yes! Yes!” crowed the Abbot. “Kiss those devilish lips. Push your tongue into that diabolical mouth! Own and possess the little slut, Brother Henry!”


Hal needed little encouragement. However long he had been denying his own sexual urges Will could not know, but now he was being encouraged, nay commanded, to give them free rein, the explosion of sexual urgency was undeniable. Hal’s long, probing tongue pushed deep into Will’s mouth, and Will could only respond in kind. Their tongues swirled around each other in an erotic dance, their naked chests heaving, both of them emitting muffled grunts of ecstasy.


Even now, Hal seemed reluctant to touch any other part of Will’s tight little body, but in that moment, Hal felt his hands being guided onto Will’s pink nipples.


“Touch his tits,” intoned the Abbot in Hal’s ear. “Do it! Squeeze them, pinch them, lick and bite them till the little slut moans!”


The helpless Hal did as he was bidden, bending his dark head forward to suck desperately at Will’s nubs. Will shifted ecstatically, the prodding wooden dildo finding new pressure points deep within him, and he threw his head back as Hal’s mouth worked over his sensitive nipples.


“Now the ultimate in perversion!” the Abbot shrieked. “Take the slut’s erection into your mouth! Do it, Brother Henry! Do it and abase yourself before the Lord!!”


Will’s cock was already leaking precum freely, and, as much as he prepared himself for the sensation of Hal’s soft lips on the sensitive head of his dick, he could not anticipate that glorious touch. Novice monk he may be, but Hal displayed no signs of inexperience when it came to sucking cock. He fell to it as if he had spent his life working the alleys of Dunchester, fellating the sexually frustrated labourers before they returned to the dull drudgery of their marriage beds.


He took Will’s pulsing prick deep into his throat, massaging the engorged flesh with his strong tongue. He buried his face deep in Will’s groin, slobbering, sucking and licking at Will’s recently liberated tool.


“You disgusting perverts! See how you befoul this holy place!” screamed the Abbot, as the two young men gasped and groaned: more animal than human.


Will felt the steady building of an oncoming climax stirring in his balls. “No, not yet. Not yet,” he pleaded.


Hal understood and withdrew his mouth from Will’s straining cock, returning to kiss him again, deeply and desperately.


“Begone, demons!” howled the Abbot, and as he did so, Will felt a splash of oily liquid hit him in the face. He opened his eyes to see the Abbot dancing around the two youths, spattering them with fluid from a large clay jug.


“With this holy oil, I abjure thee!” raved the obese holy man.


Ropes of the fragrant unguent spattered over the naked flesh of the young men, oiling their muscles and lubricating the frenzied contact between them. Will was desperate to touch Hal’s body: to feel those straining muscles and sweating flesh for himself. He struggled against the cord tying his hands behind his back, and somehow managed to free his wrists. Once he had done so, his hands were all over Hal’s athletic chest, groping, massaging, stroking, desperately wanting to reciprocate the welter of sexual gratification that Hal had aroused in him.


And then the ultimate prize: Will touched Hal’s rock-hard cock. How he wished this beautiful prick was deep inside his arse right now, instead of the cruelly indifferent wooden phallus. The oil continued to rain down on the two of them, making everything slippery and wet. Will’s fist clenched around the long shaft of Hal’s dick and began to move up and down, causing Hal to groan in sheer ecstasy.


Will reached forward as far as his position on the stool would allow, and cupped Hal’s balls - bunched tight against his body - with one hand. He gave them a little squeeze and then ventured on, between the smooth and rounded globes of Hal’s buttocks, to find the puckered opening nestling between them.


His hand fully lubricated with the oil, Will pressed gently against Hal’s arsehole, teasing, teasing - and then, with a little more force, he pointed his index finger and entered the taller youth’s most intimate of orifices.


Hal shuddered with the delight of having his arse penetrated for the first time in his life, and instantly returned to sucking Will’s cock.


“Filth! Depravity! You will be scourged!” rasped the Abbot, almost hoarse now. And Will flinched with shock as a stinging blow struck him on the shoulder. He opened his eyes to see the deranged Abbot swaying: a whip in his right hand. The fat man wasted no time, and began to rain down blow after blow on Hal and Will’s vulnerable nude flesh.


Such was the Abbot’s mania, several blows missed their mark, but occasionally the whip found its target, and the two young men flinched as their bodies were abused by the cruel implement.


Hal sucked at Will’s cock with increased fervour, and this time Will knew there was no postponing the moment of orgasm.


“Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Jesus! Oh fuck!” he began to incant.


“Hear how the devilish bitch blasphemes in its hot passion!” cried the Abbot. “This is your punishment, Brother Henry! Drink his foul seed! Drink I tell you! Drink!”


Hal needed no further instructions. As sharp stinging blows from the Abbot’s whip rained on his broad and muscled back, he gobbled desperately at Will’s pulsing cock. Meanwhile, Will continued to manipulate Hal’s rock hard dick, all the while his finger fucked Hal’s hole, as surely as the wooden dildo was fucking his.


The tension built and built, Will’s muscles bunched, and then the dam was broached and wave after wave of ecstasy swept over him as his cock spewed thick white jism into Hal’s beautiful mouth. Hal did all he could to swallow, but in spite of himself, some of the cream escaped from the corners of his lips. And then it was his turn: a thick white arc shot from his cock-head, leaping into the air and landing with a spatter on Will’s shoulder. A second emission shot up and hit Will right across the cheek, before sliding into Will’s gaping mouth, and onto his panting tongue.


Finally, breathing heavily, and orgasms over, Hal rested his exhausted head against Will’s oiled chest. Eyes closed, they nevertheless heard the grunting sounds of the Abbot fumbling in his crimson robes, and spilling his own sinful seed onto the wooden floor.

Chapter 47 - The Beer Fountain

Maybe it was the full moon. Maybe there was something in the air. But the castle courtyard was not the only place that night to experience godless and drunken debauchery. Young Will had started life in a hovel before being given a brief glimpse of the lives of royalty and the nobility. However, the pageantry and gorgeous finery of Castle Montford were for him now but a distant memory: his new home was the filthy, stinking barn that was Lunk’s lair.

The presence of the various Dunchester merchants at the castle had afforded Lunk and his gang of reprobates a prime opportunity to break in and burglarise their homes. Their cache of furs, jewels and gold coins were slung carelessly in the corner of the barn, and the bandits were making very free with the alcohol they had appropriated from their victims’ wine cellars.

Will sat quietly, tethered as ever to the iron ring fixed to the wall of the barn. He felt more animal than human now. The tattered shreds of his fine blue tights had long ago been ripped from his body. He was completely naked. His blond hair fell into his eyes and his flesh bore the bruises of Lunk’s callous brutality. He tried to remain in the shadows. Experience had taught him that if he could remain silent and forgotten about, there was more likelihood of the gang slipping into a drunken stupor and leaving him in peace. If not, he would be guaranteed a relentless merry-go-round of being abused and fucked until the sun rose and he lay there, sore and aching, with a dozen different men’s semen seeping out of his raw backside. And what was worst of all was that deep down a part of him that he could not hope to comprehend, enjoyed the rough treatment at the hands of the gang of thieves.

However, it seemed that tonight was not destined to be a quiet night.

One of the brutes loomed over Will. “And how is Lunk’s plaything this evening?” he said.

This was Ebony: his skin as black as his name suggested. He was tall – though not as tall as the monstrous Lunk – and lean and muscular in his robber’s leather jerkin and trousers. Many a time Will had been relentlessly speared on Ebony’s swollen cock. He bent down to hiss into Will’s ear: “One of these days, boy, I’m going to steal you from Lunk and you’re going to be all mine. My little bitch slave. And oh boy, I’ll fuck you morning, noon and night. And you’ll be begging me to stop, boy. But it won’t do you no good...”

Ebony reached between Will’s muscular thighs and squeezed the lad’s aching bollocks. “Jesus, how long have you had that metal thing on your cock now, slut? You must be soooo desperate to come...”

Will gulped and nodded. He spent every waking hour thinking of nothing else but his poor, throbbing balls. They were now so sensitive, the slightest touch threatened to send his penis into spasm, but the cruelty of the cock cage always prevented the desired-for erection and denied him that long-awaited release.

Ebony lifted the chastity device – Will’s wretched pecker imprisoned within – into his broad palm and inspected it closely. “I could get this off you pretty easily, you know, bitch,” he remarked casually.

A wild hope leapt in Will’s heart. “Really?! Could you?” he gasped.

“Of course. I can pick any lock there is. This one isn’t so hard.” He smirked. “If you take my meaning.”

“Please,” begged Will, “My balls ache so much. It’s all I can think of! I’ll do anything...”

“Ha! What can you possibly give me that I couldn’t just take from you straight away?”

Will’s heart sank. It was true. He was no better than a tethered animal, naked and friendliness, and without a possession in the world. He had nothing to bargain with. He looked over Ebony’s shoulder to see the robbers gleefully counting their loot.

“Then again,” whispered Ebony. “It might be fun for me to jerk off your little cock for you. A reward for all the nights of pleasure I’ve had from using your hole...”

Will could hardly dare dream that his cock might finally be released from the chastity device which Raymond had fixed to his groin all those months ago.

“Oh please, Ebony,” he murmured. “Please...”

The robber withdrew a small leather wallet from his jerkin, and with no hesitation selected one of the many needle-like devices from within. After only a few seconds of wiggling the pick into the chastity cage’s lock, Will heard the joyous click which told him the lock had been sprung. He was free!

“I told you that I could do it easily, boy...”

Ebony began to slide the metal cylinder off Will’s cock and finally, after all these long, torturous weeks, Will felt cool fresh air against the delicate flesh of his suffering prick. It began to stiffen almost immediately in anticipation of being allowed to release that torrent of cum that had been building in his balls for so, so long.

And then, quick as a flash, Will felt his cock being encased once again inside the instrument of torture, and heard the ominous click of the lock sealing him inside once more.

“Nooooo!!!” he howled in despair.

“Ha!” laughed Ebony. “The look on your face! You get nothing for nothing in this world, bitch! When you have something worth bargaining with – then we’ll see if I feel like setting your cock free for some action...”

Will’s anguished cry had captured the attention of Lunk and the other rogues.

“Lunk’s toy!” bellowed the giant.

“Hey, Lunk,” said Ebony. “I was just thinking – we should share some of this booze with the fucktoy, don’t you think? It’s only fair to let him have his part of the spoils, after all.”

“What you mean?” replied Lunk.

“Untie him and hand him to me, and I’ll show you.”

Will was untethered and shoved over to the black robberman. He, in turn, passed the naked lad to two other members of the rough gang. “Turn the bitch upside down!” he ordered.

Lunk began to laugh in anticipation of the impending fun. “What you going do with Lunk’s pet?”

Ebony reached down for a large bottle of beer as Will found himself spun into the air. The two robbers grabbed an ankle each and Will immediately felt the blood start to rush to his head.

“Get his legs apart!” ordered Ebony as he began to shake the beer bottle vigorously.

“Please – “ murmured Will as his legs were spread so that his body was forced to adopt a ‘Y’ shape.

“Let’s give you a nice long drink of cool beer...” said Ebony. And in a trice, he removed the cork stopper from the neck of the beer bottle, and just as rapidly, upended the glass bottle and shoved it into Will’s unprotected anus.

“Noooooo!” cried Will at the shocking invasion, the blunt bottle neck forced a couple of inches into his dry rectum. The ice cold liquid shot into his body, the bubbling fluid gushing deep inside, aided by gravity, as it gurgled into him. The catcalls of the robbers rang in his ears as Ebony began a running commentary on the level of the beer in the glass bottle.

“That’s nearly half of it gone already! Jesus, the slut’s ass must have been thirsty. Look at how that beer has flooded straight into him! He’s just guzzling it right up! That feel good, bitch? Taking that booze up your asshole?”

Ebony peered more closely at the level of the fluid.

“Ah what a shame! Now, it seems like you’ve slowed down. Are you abusing our generous hospitality?! Come on now, slut, it would be rude of you not to drink it all, don’t you think, fellers?”

Ebony grasped the upturned bottle and, keeping its aperture lodged firmly inside Will’s arse, began to shake it again so that more of its fizzing contents shot into Will’s anal passage. Will tried to struggle as the bitter liquid stang his insides but there was no escape from the powerful grip of the thugs holding him tight.

“Less than a quarter left!” declared Ebony as he wiggled the bottle inside Will’s hole. “Take it all now, boy! Come on!”

The final dregs of the beer flowed into Will’s back passage, and almost immediately, his guts began to grumble at the pressure of having to contain the gassy fluid. Will knew he should by now be used to being used as an object of pure entertainment by the thuggish robbers, but each fresh humiliation still somehow managed to affect him. In spite of all he had endured in the past year, here he was: naked, immobile, dangled upside down by his ankles and at the mercy of a gang of brutes as an empty beer bottle protruded obscenely and humiliatingly from his ass, its icy contents having flooded inside him.

Ebony yanked the bottle free of Will’s hole, and with two thick fingers began to probe at his victim’s puckered opening. Will wanted to protest at the rough handling of his anus but he knew better than to complain, so he merely stifled his pained gasp.

“Ha!” laughed Ebony. “I can spy all the cheap booze swirling around inside you, bitch boy!”

“Give him another bottle!”

“Yeah get him really pissed!”

A second bottle was shaken so its contents fizzed and in it went in the self-same way as the first, turned upside down and rammed unceremoniously into Will’s poor bum. Drunk and aroused, Ebony was more brutal this time and he began to fuck Will vigorously with the bottle’s thick neck, causing the searing beer to shoot inside the boy. Back and forth, back and forth went the green bottle: the fatal combination of liquid and air causing Will’s belly to swell and distend. As the gas built inside him, Will could not help but unleash a thunderous belch.

“What a pig!”

“Yeah – mind your manners, bitch boy!”

The alcohol was starting to make him feel woozy – not helped by the fact that the blood had rushed to his head due to his uncomfortable upside-down position.

“There you go!” declared Ebony at last. “Two whole bottles of beer poured inside the slut’s chute!” And he pulled the second bottle from Will’s poor arse hole and threw it into the corner of the barn.

Will’s guts churned in turmoil and he was overcome by the desperate urge to expel the liquid from his bowels.

As if reading his mind, Ebony taunted him: “Now don’t you go spilling a drop of that fine booze, bitch! We’ve been generous enough to share our ale with you. You’ll be in trouble if you leak even a drop!”

By now, Will had plenty of experience of trying to squeeze his rosebud hole as tight as possible to try and contain within him whatever liquid had been intrusively forced inside. But the bubbly gas of the beer swilling inside him made this even harder than usual. A sudden cramp hit him, and he could only imagine the intense relief and satisfaction he would feel at being given permission to expel the ale from his butt. His breathing came more rapidly and Ebony noticed the agonised expression cross Will’s face.

“Ooooh,” cooed the robber. “Are you cramping, bitch?” And he slapped Will’s bloated belly. “That’s gotta hurt, eh?!”

Will gritted his teeth as the sweat dripped from his brow and landed on the ground.

“Please,” he whimpered. “Please let me down so I can go to the toilet...”

“What do you think, fellers?” cried Ebony to his inebriated colleagues. ‘Shall we let the naked little bitch release all that lovely beer sloshing around inside him?!”

Ebony began to fumble with the crotch of his trousers. “Or maybe I should give him something else to drink...”

More catcalls erupted from the thugs as Ebony released his veiny prick from his pants. Already semi-hard, it bobbed threateningly as he approached Will. “Lift him up higher!”

Laughter ringing in Will’s ears, he found himself being hoisted higher in the air, so he was now grabbed round his thighs. This meant that his mouth was now positioned level with Ebony’s black cock. Will spotted Lunk away to one side: his putative master gorging himself on wine and meat stolen from their latest raid. These days, Lunk occasionally expressed proprietorial feelings towards his pet, but it was clear to Will that the novelty of owning a cute boy slave was beginning to fade. Will wondered with trepidation what that might mean for his future.

However, he did not have the luxury of contemplating that prospect for very long. A fresh cramp hit him in the stomach, and his head swam with the pain and the intoxication of the alcohol coursing through his blood. However, he soon had other things on his mind.

“Suck on my dick, faggot,” ordered Ebony, and in one swift, thrusting movement, he plunged his throbbing cock between Will’s plump pink lips.

Will gagged as the thick head of the bandit’s penis disappeared down the back of his throat. He was overwhelmed by sensations: the blood rushing to his head as he dangled upside down, the long-familiar ache in his balls and painful constriction of his cock within its cage, the bloated booze tormenting his poor belly and the simultaneous fight to squeeze his ass muscles tight and keep the bubbling fluid inside him, and now the musky scent of Ebony’s crotch against his nostrils, as drool began to emerge from his plugged mouth.

Just when he thought Ebony intended to suffocate him, the thief withdrew his cock, leaving Will gasping for air.

“Mmmm, you learned well at the castle, sucking off all those rich lords in their fancy tights, bitchboy... You get that tongue to work now and suck my cock like your life depended on it. Who knows? Maybe it will!”

Will tried his hardest to please, slavering over the unwelcome and brutal intruder, swirling his tongue round the thick trunk of Ebony’s dick, and lapping at the sensitive flesh of the robber’s cockhead. But Ebony had no time for Will’s attempts at delicacy. The thief slipped his hand into his pocket, extracted a little glass vial, and uncorked it. Barely pausing from pounding his genitals into Will’s mouth, Ebony inhaled a long draught from the potion.

Will caught a whiff of the aroma and was instantly transported to the first time he had ever inhaled the scent: back in Alexander’s chambers a whole year ago: when he had been dressed in hose, tied up and fucked for the very first time. He remembered how the Chief Steward had forced the potion on him and how it had turned him into a horny, rutting animal. How he wished Ebony would share the potion with him now, and transport him – for however brief a time – from this hellish and painful predicament. But the thief clearly had no intention of being so generous. And Will was now experienced enough to recognise the signs of the potion taking effect.

Ebony’s eyes seemed to flash red, his breathing became faster, and his thrusting cock became even faster, harder, more desperate.

“Take my dong, bitch!” gasped Ebony. “I’m using you, raping your slave mouth with my monster cock. And don’t you love it, slut?! That’s all you’re good for! To be dangled upside down, with a real man’s cock in your mouth. Your own little pecker all caged and useless. And your ass filled to the brim with ice cold beer... Bet that must feel soooo humiliating!”

Ebony paused and withdrew his rampaging manmeat. He aimed a firm slap at Will’s distended belly.

“Ahhhh!” cried Will as a cramp hit him.

“Yeah, bet that really hurts, bitch, doesn’t it! You must want to let all that beer out sooo badly!”

“Please, Sir,” begged Will. “PLEASE!!!”

Ebony looked round the circle at his compadres. Then he sniggered. “Yeah I reckon we could use the entertainment. When I say so – and not a second sooner – you’re gonna squeeze your ass muscles and spray all that beer into the air. We’re gonna have ourselves our own special water feature, mates! Our very own beer fountain!”

Will felt sick. The idea of being forced to void himself of the beer in such an obscene and degrading way was truly horrible. Why then, did his poor encaged cock twitch at the prospect? He was in no doubt that had it not been locked into the chastity device, it would now be stiffening at the prospect of the beer enema being eliminated from his body in such a public and humiliating manner. But for now, the joyful notion of being allowed to expel the gassy ale from his belly overcame all other emotions.

Ebony had grasped his long cock in his right hand and was now wanking it furiously, Will’s drool clinging to it like lubricant.

The pressure in Will’s stomach was building and he fought desperately not to allow the beer inside him to leak before he was given permission to expel. He could only hope that Ebony would cum before too long.

The thief’s teeth gleamed white in an evil grin as he tugged vigorously at his cock. “Not just yet, boy! Not just yet!”

The band of robbers, Lunk included, began a slow hand clap as Ebony showed signs of reaching climax. His broad chest heaved, his breath became faster and shallower, and then just as he approached orgasm he screamed the blessed instructions that Will had been longing for: “Shoot that beer out of your ass, boy! Let’s see you become a human beer fountain!!”

Will did not need to be told twice. The sheer relief of being allowed to evacuate his bowels! He squeezed his ass muscles and, instantaneously, a geyser of beer erupted from his swollen boy hole.

The bandits gawped as the fluid shot several feet into the air, seemed to hang for a split second, motionless in the night sky, and then inevitably spattered to the ground. The beer, warmed from its time inside Will’s body, splashed down onto his naked flesh, hitting his tormented limbs and torso. And at the same time, streams of thick gloopy semen sprayed from Ebony’s cock, hitting Will’s chest and face.

Instinctively, Will screwed up his eyes and mouth, but as the ale continued to erupt intermittently from his arse, he could not avoid being soaked head to toe in the stale beer and Ebony’s hot cum. It dripped from his eyelashes and into his hair.

Finally, the thieves holding on to his legs released their grip and his body was allowed to fall to the ground. Ebony placed a well aimed boot at the boy’s arse as Will lay there, utterly exhausted, coated in beer and cum, belching boozy burps from one end, still spurting occasional shots of beer from the other.

Chapter 30 - The Viking Pillages

            It had been a long – albeit enjoyable – day: from the physical tussle with Prince Felix to the ritual humiliation of young Will.

So it was with some relief that, as night fell, an exhausted Raymond slumbered in his new and luxurious sheets. The familiar bed-posts to which Alexander had once secured him were now his own. The chamber seemed to reek with the ghosts of male sex; the dominant and the submissive; the multi-faceted and numerous perversions of masculine erotica. If these walls could talk, he mused, what stories they would tell. And now he was the one who was in control. On he slept, turning indulgently in the crisply laundered bedding – a sharp and welcome contrast to the coarse straw of the pallet in the dormitory.

Suddenly he awoke with a start. What was that? He could have sworn it was the noise of the ornate oak door creaking open. Impossible. He had bolted it before getting in to bed; a precaution he deemed necessary to take given the fact that he was unconvinced that all of the servants bore him the love and respect that by rights they ought to.

            He lay there for a moment, his weary legs twitching in their hose. He was still wearing them, he realised. In his readiness for bed, he must have quite forgotten to take them off. Not that he minded. The feeling, as always, of the tight material clinging to his lower body was perfectly pleasurable.

            There it was again. This time the sound was unmistakeable. A definite footfall on the stone flagstone floor.

            “Who’s there?” he demanded, peering into the gloom.

            “It’s me,” responded a familiar, gruff voice.

            Raymond took a sharp intake of breath as he saw the gigantic form of Odin the Viking outlined in the moonlight.

            “How dare you enter here!” he exclaimed.

            Odin chuckled. “I’ve spent three days in the saddle thinking of little else but your cunt, boy.”

            “Get out of here,” stammered Raymond. “I’ve been promoted. I’ll no longer be your fucktoy.”

            “Says who?”

            Ominously, Odin made that oh-so familiar gesture of unthreading his thick leather belt, and with a clanging clatter, it and the plethora of iron keys fastened to it, hit the floor.

            “I came straight here, boy. I’ve not bathed. The sweat of three hard days’ riding is clinging to my body.”

            He unhooked his heavy leather jerkin and tossed it to one side. Then he hoisted his thin linen shirt over his head, exposing his immense chest and his vast arms, veined and bulging, all of them impossibly hirsute.

            “I’m warning you.” Raymond’s voice quivered in indignation.

            “Oh, you’re warning me, are you?” taunted Odin. “Well, unluckily for you, my cock doesn’t know the meaning of the word.”

            And with a growl, he unbuttoned the steel fasteners at the fly of his leather trousers and exposed the tumescent monster that lurked within. Already hard, it was more like the arm of a regular man than a cock.

            “The Prince will know of this!”

            “Will he now?”

            “I shall call for him!”

            “That would be very stupid, boy. He hates to have his sleep disturbed, you know. But you scream, by all means. You know how I like to hear you scream.”

            Odin bent to remove his heavy leather boots and let his trousers fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, revealing his vast, tree trunk-like legs, each as hairy as the rest of his massive body. All that remained were the short, coarsely woollen socks on his giant feet.

            “Good honest wool,” Odin remarked contemptuously. “Not like the flimsy silk and satin of the poofy tights you queerboys like to wear.”

            Raymond scrabbled out of his sheets, all too aware that he was still clad in his black and white particoloured hosiery.

            “Now where do you think, you’re going, girlie? I want that ass…”

            Raymond made a desperate leap for freedom, but the Viking effortlessly knocked him back onto the bed with one spade-like palm.

            The wretched youth gazed up in fear as the hulk loomed over him.

            “Has my little girl missed her Daddy’s cock inside her?”

            Without awaiting a response, the brute flipped Raymond over. He ran his callused fingers through the lad’s dark curls.

            “Bite down into that pillow, bitch. We don’t really want to disturb his Highness, do we?”

            “Get your hands off me!” squealed Raymond as Odin’s thick fingers rapidly located the exact place in his hose where his unsuspecting arsebud nestled. Odin merely grunted in response and prodded the boy’s sweating pussy with his fore and middle finger. Then, burying his face in Raymond’s hosed arse cheeks, the giant used his teeth to tear a hole in the luxurious fabric.

            Ignoring his victim’s anguished “Noooo!”, Odin pushed his stubbly cheeks even further between the curves of the lad’s bum and began teasing the pink target with his long, rough tongue: flickering, darting in and out to prepare the opening for the onslaught it was about to endure.

            Raymond writhed in a combination of dread and ecstasy: the sensation at his anus arousing him in spite of himself.

            “I see my bitch is turned on, regardless of how she protests,” Odin said grimly. He withdrew his tongue, and in an instant, threw his weight on top of the struggling young man. Raymond gasped, winded, as the sweating, hairy body collapsed on top of him, and felt his own slim wrists grabbed and pinioned by the clammy palms of his violator. Resistance was futile, he knew from experience. The sheer strength and power of the Norseman was implacable. However, Raymond’s pride would not allow him to lay there meekly. Struggle he must, even though he knew his wriggling protests served no purpose other than to provoke Odin to further heights of lust.

            The giant lay there a moment, revelling in the sensation of the boy’s quivering, nubile flesh pinned beneath him. “Open up to me, bitch,” he murmured into the white curve of Raymond’s ear, and then bit down hard on the soft white flesh of the lad’s neck.

            Raymond screamed in pain and shock, his whole body tightened and convulsed. And in that moment, Odin grabbed Raymond’s tights-clad hips and pulled them upwards, tucking the lad’s legs – one black, one white – under him and raising his arse to a prime position. Raymond gritted his teeth. He knew what was coming next, and no amount of forewarning could ever prepare him for the moment of penetration. Odin aimed his monstrous dong at the boy’s puckered fuckhole, and forcing Raymond’s head into the pillow to muffle the inevitable scream, he ploughed his meat into the lad’s unwilling orifice. Raymond’s head swam with pain as the warrior raped his piteous boy-hole.

            “Mmm feels sooo good, bitch,” rasped the ogre. “Your velvety chute clamped down on my manmeat. I’m gonna split you in two. Fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Give you a shafting my little girl will never forget. You won’t be able to walk for weeks by the time I’m done with you…”

            The lad whimpered feebly, a hoarse mantra of “No, no, please, no” over and over. An attempt to move at least one wrist was quashed as Odin merely exerted a little extra pressure onto him. Visions of the Viking’s red and angry cockhead as it pushed in and out of him fleeted through Raymond’s mind. How could anyone enjoy experiencing this, he raged in anguish. The pain. The utter subjugation. The humiliation. The degradation of being used. Turned into some passive, submissive creature. Less than a man. A whore. A slut. A hole existing for the sole pleasure of his assailant.

            His arse throbbed with the agony of the treatment it was receiving. There was real anger in Odin’s thrusts, and God knows how long it would take him to achieve climax and spurt his creamy jism up Raymond’s pulsing rectum.

            “Ohhh that feels so good, girlie. You’re one of the sweetest fucks I’ve ever had, you know that? And by Thor, I love the way you struggle beneath me. Now, let me take you like the little doggy you are…”

            Swiftly, economically, and without even withdrawing his cock, Odin repositioned Raymond so that he was on all fours. He reached round to squeeze the lad’s bulge in his tights.

            “Ha!” Odin exclaimed. “You’re not enjoying this, are you bitch? Barely anything there. That suits me fine. I can almost believe I’m taking a real virgin lass.”

            “The slave needs its mouth stuffed too.”

            A new voice, old and dry and cracked as parchment, came from somewhere in the chamber. Raymond looked around, frantically, but his damp curls kept falling into his eyes. Surely not! It couldn’t be! Could it?

            “You’re welcome to use her other hole as you see fit, my friend!” said Odin magnanimously. “I have no use for it at present.”

            Raymond’s eyes widened in stunned terror as the desiccated form of Sir Wilfrid, Lord Geoffrey’s vile old uncle, shuffled round the side of the bed.

            The old man licked his lascivious lips and leered at his former playtoy. “It’s been some time, slave! Have you missed my prick between your lips?”

            Raymond shook his head incredulously. “No! No! NO!”

            But his wailing gave the old lecher just the chance he needed to insert his withered pecker between the boy’s parted lips, gagging and muffling any further protest. Spit-roasted. Pierced at both ends by two cocks – one ancient and loathsome – the other gargantuan and furious – Raymond sobbed at the indifference of the Universe to his plight. Could his predicament get any worse?

            Then came the answer to his plea.

            “Methinks he is not sufficiently stuffed. I have just the thing to answer to our needs.”

            The mellifluous tones of Alexander Courcey rang around the stone walls of the bedchamber.

            Raymond was incredulous. How dare he?! If it were possible, his struggles became even more desperate. He tried to cry out: “Traitor! Cur!” - anything to alert the Prince to the danger presented by the appearance of his treasonous predecessor. But his mouth was stuffed with Sir Wilfrid’s cock, and his mumbled exclamations went for nothing.

            “What do you suggest, my friend?” laughed Odin heartily, never for a moment ceasing from thrusting his hips against Raymond’s hosed buttocks.

            “Oh I have a basket of goodies just ripe for inserting into our young victim! Apples! Pears! Bananas! Plums! Only the juiciest, highest quality fruits will suffice for this young man!”

            His tormentors were merciless.

            The rhythm of Odin’s fuck barely altered; only now, when he pulled back, he withdrew his cock just long enough to allow Alexander to squeeze a purple plum into Raymond’s fundament. If Wilfrid’s semi-flaccid prick slipped from between Raymond’s lips, no matter how briefly, a tangerine was inserted, and when the old man’s cock returned, he pushed it insistently into the fruit’s firm flesh inside Raymond’s mouth.

            Attention turned back to Raymond’s arse. A freshly peeled banana unceremoniously shoved in deep, and soon Odin’s cock set to work mashing the yellow fruit to a pulp inside him.

            Raymond gagged. He tried to scream: “I’m full! No more! I beg you no more!” But the fruit and the cock inside his crammed mouth transformed his anguished pleas into an indecipherable mumble.

            The pain of the pressure against his insides was unbearable. His internal capacity was finite after all. They couldn’t keep filling him with fruit whilst also continuing to fuck him!

            But his protests were to no avail.

            “Maybe we should fetch some carrots and courgettes from the kitchen,” mused Alexander. “A boy needs meat and vegetables in his diet after all.”

            “Well he’s certainly getting plenty of meat!” cackled Sir Wilfrid, and the others joined in with hearty guffaws.

            I’m going to burst, thought Raymond. They’re going to keep on till they kill me.

            “Wait a moment!” A triumphant cry from Alexander. “I have just the thing. Young Raymond here – so ambitious – so desirous of his place in the Prince’s bedchamber. Well, if he loves royalty so much, he surely deserves the King of fruits up his behind! What do you think, eh?”

            And with a flourish, he presented to Raymond the largest pineapple the youth had ever seen.

            Raymond howled out a scream from his deepest soul, in fear and desperation. He screwed his eyes tightly shut as if hoping that eradicating the pineapple from sight might also prevent the monstrous intrusion that was about to occur. Any moment now that vicious fruit would split his hole wider than it had ever been!

            But then - nothing happened. He waited. He opened his eyes. For a moment he was disoriented. Here he was in his new bedchamber, sweat glistening all over his naked and trembling body. But he was quite alone.

            His heaving breaths resided into sobs of quiet relief.

            The door was fastened as securely as he’d thought: his fine black and white hose neatly draped over the back of an arm chair just where he had left it the evening before.

Odin, Sir Wilfrid and Alexander were gone. Indeed they had never been there at all. They were shades of his own making – sprung from his own imagination to torment him in the night.

            Never again, he thought. Never again will I be used like that. And he set his teeth in rigid determination.

Chapter 27 - Midnight Flight

“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.