Chapter 28 - Into Chastity and Into a Nappy

“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!”

Chapter 2 - The kitchen-maid

                        The next few days had passed in something of a blur for Will. He had been shown to the dormitory where all the page boys slept. There were about a dozen of them in total: some blond, some dark; some tall, some short; some slim; some muscular; but all of them handsome in varying ways, and all with good shapely legs that filled out their tights to perfection. Most of them were the sons of gentlemen who hoped to find favour with Lord Geoffrey by placing their offspring in his household. All of them looked down on him as if he were some kind of insect. Yorick had clearly wasted no time in telling everyone about Will’s very humble origins.

                        The surliest of Will’s fellow pages was a lad called Raymond. He was eighteen, so a couple of years Will’s senior, with thick black curly hair, a button nose and full pouting pink lips. He was a few inches taller than Will, and his pageboy uniform consisted of a black and yellow embroidered jerkin, and his tights were parti-coloured in the latest fashion: one leg bright yellow and the other with alternating black and yellow vertical stripes. Raymond had been the previous holder of the post of junior page boy but had recently been promoted to a role with more responsibilities. Will thought that Raymond would have been pleased, but the older lad seemed to resent the fact that he had been replaced, and the focus for his resentment was, inevitably, young Will.

                        The situation was made even more difficult because Raymond had been charged with the job of training Will in his new position. Raymond grumbled that he had his own duties to see to, without being given the job of training some peasant half-wit; but he knew better than to complain too openly and risk punishment, so he took his frustration out on Will.

                        Will’s duties mainly seemed to be to be available to carry out whatever anyone senior to him wanted. In other words, he was the castle’s general dogsbody. The one specific role he did have took place every evening, as Lord Geoffrey and his household ate their sumptuous banquet in the Great Hall. Once the multitude of appetisers, fish courses, meat courses and other savouries had been consumed and cleared away, it was Will’s role to bring in an array of sweetmeats and desserts on a vast silver platter. Assiduously prepared by Mistress Olwen the Cook, these were a mouth-watering variety of puddings: milky blancmanges, trifles topped with layers of cream, chocolate mousses, warm yellow custards, strawberry, toffee and chocolate sauces and vast cream cakes. Alongside these delicacies were arranged every fruit you could imagine: large fresh bananas, juicy plums and nectarines, grapes, pears, peaches and kiwi fruits. And a large bowl of chocolate-coated fondants, bars of iced nougat and plump pink marshmallows coated in icing sugar.

                        “Lord Geoffrey has a very sweet tooth,” Mistress Olwen had chuckled to Will.

                        The first time Will was required to serve in the Banqueting Hall, his nerves nearly got the better of him. Suddenly, in spite of the finery he now wore and the relative comfort of his surroundings, he yearned for the simplicity of his old life. Still, there was no going back now.

                        Raymond had arranged all the various puddings and sweets on the platter – “Just how his Lordship likes it!” And the older boy stood with him outside the large oak doors, awaiting the summons. Suddenly, the doors swang open and Alexander the Steward, dressed in rich purple doublet and hose, looked Will up and down. His lips twitched in an appreciative smile but he said nothing, merely nodding towards the top table and indicating where Will was to go.

                        “Good luck, bitch boy,” hissed Raymond in Will’s ear, in a far from friendly fashion.

                        Will entered the Hall and began the long walk to Lord Geoffrey’s table, acutely aware with each step of being assessed by the various dinner guests: his blue jerkin rose up around his waist, and the blue spheres of his buttocks brushed against one another as he walked.

            His first glimpse of his Lordship was brief. He knew he was not supposed to look at Lord Geoffrey directly, so his first impressions were a confusing welter of images: rich velvety robes, a distinguished, handsome man in his forties, with streaks of silver in his hair, and a neat pointed beard as worn by only the most fashionable of gentlemen. As Will gazed submissively at the floor, he saw his Lordship’s broad muscular thighs in crimson hose, his package framed enticingly.

            Suddenly he heard Alexander’s voice at his side. “Serve his Lordship his dessert, boy!” came the harsh whisper.

            Will pulled his eyes away from Lord Geoffrey’s crotch and leaned far over the table to deposit the groaning platter of goodies. As he did so, he felt Geoffrey’s warm palm caress the taut muscles of his backside, lingering over the tightly stretched material of his hose and finally issuing a smart slap to his buttocks which made Will’s cock throb encased in its leather strap.

            Unsure of what he should do next, Will remained in that position, bent over the table, his ass exposed and vulnerable to whatever his Lordship should decide to administer.

            “Nice boy, Alexander. Congratulations on your appointment. This one’s bum is even cuter than the last.”

            “My only desire is to please your Lordship,” came Alexander’s oily response. The steward cleared his throat. “Okay, boy, you can put your tighted arse away now. We’ve seen enough of it for now.”

            Will stumbled back and, his cheeks blushing as scarlet as Lord Geoffrey’s hose, he backed out of the Hall. As he left, he couldn’t help but notice Raymond glowering at him jealously – an unspoken threat in his dark, almond eyes.

            And so his training had continued. He was spoken to only when someone wanted anything of him, and the other page boys in his dormitory whispered conspiratorially together, stopping abruptly whenever he entered the chamber. And all through it, Raymond continued to stare at him with contempt in his eyes.

            So it was with no little relief that after five days at the castle, he heard a quiet voice at his side.

            “Hello. It’s Will, isn’t it?”

            It was a girl: only his own age or perhaps a year older, with soft light brown hair that fell to her shoulders, and a pretty face with a tiny button nose. She was dressed plainly in a brown smock – not for the women servants the exquisite finery of jerkin and tights.

            “My name’s Jane. I work in the kitchen. I’ve spotted you fetching the dessert platter for Lord Geoffrey’s dinner.”

            Will was so surprised to be spoken to as if he were a human being rather than the most menial of slaves, he was speechless for a moment.

            Jane bit her lower lip. “I don’t have long but I know somewhere private we can go to … talk…”

            Minutes later, they were together in the castle’s stables: the comforting smell of straw reminding Will of his family back at home.

            “You’re very handsome, Will,” murmured the girl in his ear. “You must have seen all the servants watching you. They all want to get their hands on you and feel your most private parts through your delicious tights…”

            Will was about to express his gratitude, but he was prevented from speaking as Jane planted a long and lingering kiss on his lips. As she did so, her hand strayed down to his bulge, the mound rapidly expanding and creating a tent pole in his tights. As she made contact, his cock jerked desperately.

            “I have to go,” she said, rather regretfully. “Mistress Olwen will punish me if she notices I’m gone. But I hope we can meet again, Will.”

            She vanished as quickly as she’d appeared.

            Will sank back into the straw. That was it, he decided. He was in love.

            His training continued for the next few days fairly uneventfully. He became gradually used to his costume which displayed his cock, balls and ass so obscenely for the obvious entertainment of anyone watching, and although Raymond was clearly never going to become his biggest fan, the dark-haired lad did at least admit that he was achieving some level of competence at his serving duties.

            However, all of that paled into insignificance alongside the emergence of the lovely Jane into his existence. She was quite the most delightful creature he’d ever set eyes on. As yet their meetings had been snatched, illicit moments, as she always seemed to have to cut their fondlings short to go running back to her duties, lest she were missed in the kitchen. But she promised him that soon, very soon, they would know each other in the most intimate and delightful way… The virgin Will didn’t know exactly what she meant, but he was exceedingly eager to learn…

            So it was with these delicious dreams in his mind that he now lay, drifting in and out of sleep in a most enjoyable fashion. His hands were undressing Jane’s bodice, stroking her small, pert breasts and burying his face between them, smothering himself, smothering, smothering …

            And suddenly he was awake, gasping for breath, genuinely struggling for air. It took him a moment to work out what was happening, and then he realised that a slender yellow foot, ripe and sweaty from a hard day’s work, was smothering his face. The foot (encased in his customary silken yellow hose) belonged to Raymond, and the older lad was taking pleasure in grinding it into Will’s face. Will struggled to sit up and Raymond put his foot back on the floor, looming over Will’s pallet.

            “So you’re finally awake, goat-shit,” he spat. “Fuck knows what you were dreaming about – you were moaning and groaning like a bitch on heat.”

            Will bit his tongue. It would do not good to enrage Raymond further.

            “Get up and get dressed. Alexander wants to see you in his private chambers right away. And he’s not a happy man.”

            Will’s heart sank. “What… what do you mean?”

            “You’ll find out soon enough, tights boy. Now I’d get up there pronto if I were you. Alexander doesn’t like to be kept waiting…”

            Will stumbled out of bed and quickly got into his page boy uniform: strapping the cock ring around his privates and pulling up his blue hose as tight as it would go.

            It was late. The majority of the castle was asleep, which was a good thing as far as Will was concerned. He had only a hazy idea of where Alexander’s chambers were and he was aided by the glowing candle light that emanated through the drapes of one of the windows at the top of one of the castle’s many towers. Still, it took him a little while to find the room within the labyrinthine maze of the castle’s nooks and crannies.

Finally, a little breathless, with the sickening feeling of fear still in the pit of his stomach, Will stood outside the Chief Steward’s room. He knocked firmly on the door.

A moment passed and then Alexander’s baritone voice called out from within: “Enter!”