Robert The Page and the Bishop

 

By John   “[email protected]”

 

From my first time at the Castle, we were frequently with visitors of importance.  Some were just travellers upon their journeys, taking a little time to get acquainted with the new Earl along the way.  Others came to pay their respects, as they had known his father and had business with him.  Some said that as he was so young and likely to be in his position a long time, many were eager as possible to find favour, before the Earl tired or struck up with someone who might damage their interest.

 

As I came into my masters confidence, I soon realised some of these visitors were indeed tiresome and my Lord would many a time say he wished himself elsewhere when they appeared. For me though it was all excitement, never seeing many people from outside my village confines.  The comings and goings at the Castle always held me in some amazement with the hustle and bustle, the visitor’s high positions and fine trappings. 

 

But one group made me think the same as my Lord, and I wished dearly to have been elsewhere.  Surprisingly, it was a visit by the Bishop of Leicester some time after I had become intimate with my master.  He arrived with many servants and retinue and aboard a cart, for he was far too big to ride a horse.  It was some feat to get him down from his transport, it having to drawn alongside the mounting block.  Then his servants eased him out from the cart and then half carried him down the steps to place him in the yard. But also they had to help him up to his apartment, which took some doing with all the steps to climb.

 

Luckily for me, he had enough of his own people to attend to his needs and once installed I saw little of him.  His visit was of business, for there were many church lands about and all the priests upon the Earls estate in this county were appointed from Leicester.  I very quickly got the feeling that my Lord was not enjoying this call.

 

The first night, my master gave a dinner in the main hall.  Myself and others of the household were called upon to serve the guests.  As our visitors came in, I was able to study them.  One thing of some embarrassment was their jewels and finery.  Although I was clean and well turned out, as were all of us now my master had got us into shape, what came before my eyes was something to behold.  Even his Grace's Pages were in richer costume than my Lord, which I did not think to be right.  A Page to be better dressed than an Earl did not sit well upon me.

 

His Grace was extremely fat, so much so that his servants had to help him to sit on his chair.  He also talked constantly and had an opinion about everything.  Much of what he said was accompanied by a lewd laugh as if he had just repeated a joke from the servant's quarters instead of talking business.  As he prattled, his arms waived around so that he did little in the way of eating, which was surprising given his size.  And his servants did nothing to help us!  We still had to serve all the food and the wine while they stood around him doing nothing but pick up his kerchief if he dropped it, or wiping his face as he dribbled, for he never stopped his chatter even to chew food or swallow his wine.

 

When I served him, his hands touched my leg or pinched my arms, pawing at me.  The man made my skin come out in goose bumps just to come near him.  He gave me the shivers!

 

With the meal finished, I stood by and refilled the wine as required.  I wondered what it would be like to attend this man everyday.  He had three Pages, which must have made it easy, if in fact they did anything.  As I studied them, one thing came to me very quickly.  They were all very handsome young men.  I would guess at around eighteen to twenty years, so they were between the age of me and my Lord.  But one of them I could not fathom.  While he looked a man, whenever he moved it was as a woman would do.  I could not understand this and studied him long and hard.  No answer came and I made a note to ask my master at a later time.  He also looked like he was in a constant bad mood, for everything he did was with a snatch, or a push, or his head would turn in such a way to say he was angry.  Such a man I never did see before.  But of the other two, they looked who they were and one of them took my eye for his features.  There was no-one around the Castle like him and I found myself looking to his face ever longer.  His hair was very straight and long, parted down the middle and black like my master.  But his skin was softly coloured, as would someone from the village be at harvest time from working in the sun.  I wondered if he was English or maybe this is what the French looked like, for he was very different to those I had seen till now.

 

Although they talked long, very little did I understand for they rarely spoke in English.  But just before they broke up, the Bishop made a remark that I saw put the Earl's hair on end. 

 

The Bishop slurped at his wine, "My Lord, spies tell me you don’t often go to church or take confessional," he said smirking; letting on he had such personal information to hand. 

 

I could see my Lord's face look aghast. 

 

"As your Grace will then know, I have been very busy since taking residence here with the estates, as you can imagine." 

 

The Bishop gave one of his awful laughs. 

 

"Of course, of course my dear fellow, I understand completely.  So as a special favour to you, I will take Mass and confessional for your household while I am here, so you will be relieved of your burdens."   His sickly cackle followed.

 

Suddenly it hit me what this could mean.  Would I have to tell his Grace of my doings with my master I wondered?  That night I spoke with him.  He was obviously upset at the prospect just as I was.  I assured him I would not say anything untoward and gave him my word.  As he would also be expected to Mass, he assured me he would also say nothing.  But I could see the thought made him nervous.  That night my mind was troubled, and I decided it better for me to stay on my pallet. Somehow the idea of sleeping with my master while a Bishop stayed in the Castle was a little frightening.

 

The next day my master excused himself for the morning, saying he had urgent business in one of his villages.  I knew he did not want to be in the company of our guests for a whole day, but I had heard nothing of any problems where he was bound.  He said he would return sometime after noontime and rode off.

 

I was sat in the kitchens having something to eat when one of the Bishop's servants came to announce his Grace would take Mass.  Gradually all the staff assembled in the main hall and the Mass and communion were taken. Afterwards, the Bishop stood near the door and had a word with some of the household as they filed out.  A little reluctantly, I waited till almost the last before walking slowly up to his Grace. 

 

"Ah, you are Robert, the Earl's Page, yes, yes, I remember you from last night." 

 

I was astonished that he knew my name. 

 

"I didn’t see you take confessional." he enquired, bending forward to look me straight in the eyes. 

 

"No your Grace, I did not."  I answered. 

 

"You mean your conscience is as clear as the driven snow?" he asked, his tone sharpening somewhat. 

 

I hesitated, thinking what great mistake had I committed.  I stammered,  "Your Grace, I have nothing to confess, I cannot think of any sin I have done."  

 

My heart thumped so loudly, I was sure he could hear it. 

 

"Ah, we all have sins, no one is clear of them."  He barked sharply, his eyes screwing up almost closed.  

 

My legs felt like they would buckle, I knew not what to say.  Fortunately, he turned to someone behind and said something, so I quickly took my leave and hurried for the door.

 

Once outside I was so shaken, I thought to vomit.  Never had I had such a fright in my life. Returning to my duties, my mind remained with the encounter.  In the middle of the afternoon, a servant of the Bishop came looking for me.  It was the one with the strange ways. 

 

"You are to come with me!",  he announced and made a curt smile, then suddenly sneered and walked away. 

 

I hurried after, wondering what could be the matter.  I wished my master was around so I could ask what I should do, but as yet he hadn't returned. The quaking in my stomach returned as I trailed after him.

 

When we reached the Bishop's apartments, his Page opened the door and then gave me a push through.  His Grace was seated in a chair with his other two assistants spooning food into his mouth.  He looked at who had entered. 

 

"Ah, Mister Robert" he said, spitting some out as he spoke.  "Come over here to me, I would like a word with you." 

 

I crossed the floor and stood nervously.  I got a buzzing in my head, so it was difficult to hear what he was saying.  I could see his lips move, but to pick out his words required much concentration.

 

"Ah, we were having a little word about your confessional, weren't we?" he said smiling broadly.  "Seeing as how your master is my very good friend, I thought I would give you another opportunity, perhaps here is more, er, er, a more friendly place, a more private place than in the hall."

 

Again he smiled, like he was my favourite uncle. 

 

"But your Grace, I have thought on your words and can think of nothing you might be interested in."  

 

"Oh Mister Robert, I am interested in everything" he said.  "Come now, come close to me and tell me your sins." 

 

He ushered his Pages away till they were out of earshot.  I stepped closer, close enough to smell him and it was bad.  He took my hand in one of his, the other cupped behind my thigh to draw me even nearer. 

 

"Now Robert, come clean, tell me your sins boy," 

 

I was sure he could feel me shaking, but there was nothing I could say.  My lips remained closed.  After a long silence, I could only say "I can think of nothing your Grace." 

 

He gave a little laugh, "Come now my boy, look at you.  You are just the age the kitchen girls love, don’t you have a romp with them?" 

 

"No your Grace, I do not" I answered. 

 

"Well Robert, that is a surprise, a fine looking boy like you.  Perhaps you are shy and are younger than your looks, maybe you pollute yourself lying in your bed at night time instead.  Many boys do you know."  

 

I couldn’t guess at what he was driving at, so I thought to appease him.  "Your Grace, I do not do that, but sometimes in the morning I find my seed has spilled during the night without my assistance."   

 

He was silent for some time.  "Well Robert, if you are not one for the girls, do you not have any admirers of the man kind?"  

 

"Your Grace!" I exclaimed in shock. 

 

"No need for theatrics Robert, calm yourself.  If you have not met any already, which I doubt with your looks, then you soon will." 

 

"Your Grace," I said, "I would never do such a thing." 

 

"Ah, so you do know about it then, you’re not so innocent as you make out I see." 

 

I tried to say something, but could not.  My fright was such that a tear rolled down my cheek.  He was still smiling and squeezed my leg as if to give comfort. 

 

"Now, now, Robert, I believe you. I think you are still one of the fortunate ones of our flock who have not yet been bitten by the devil's evil.  You are very lucky I am here, for I intend to give you protection forever more.

 

"Thank you, your Grace" I said, but I couldn’t understand what it was all about.  My mind was just in such a muddle.

 

"Yes, I really think you are an innocent creature, Robert.  But first we have to be sure what you say is the truth.  You say your thoughts are pure and you have not yet sunk into the pit of pleasure, well we have a little test to make sure the devil has not yet put a hand upon you."

 

He was smiling continuously as if everything was alright, yet his words seemed like a torture to my ears.  I thought of my master, of my mother and father, someone to help me and guide me to say the right things.

 

"Now Robert, before we put you upon the path of goodness for the rest of your life, we have to be sure the devil has not yet visited.  Even if you know nothing of it, sometimes he comes and lays a mark to claim you as his.  Then you sink into evil and torment and debauchery.  To make sure he has not come upon you, we will look for his mark upon your body." 

 

I looked at him dumbfounded, for I had heard of nothing like this before. 

 

"Come now Robert, it is for your own good, my assistants will help as they have been shown how to recognise all the marks of the devil." 

 

He waved his hand for them to come closer. 

 

"Now my three assistants will assist me to examine you Robert.  Don’t be afraid for you are much privileged to have my concern."  He spoke kindly yet his words did not bring me peace. 

 

Hands pulled at my clothes, removing my shirt, pulling at my stocking.  I tried to resist, but his Grace told me not to, it was necessary to be examined, it was all quite normal he assured me.  The strange one smirked, the tall one with the honeyed skin gave me a smile and winked.  The third smiled to himself.  Off came my shirt, then my cord was loosened and my stockings pulled down and off my legs, leaving me quite naked. 

 

I blushed and covered my sex, not daring to look at any of them. 

 

"Now Robert, tis an easy and quick examination," he said. "Fear nothing." 

 

They peered closely at my body, holding up my arms and looking into my pits.  They brushed over my shoulders and chest as if looking for ticks.  When finished with the top half, they knelt down and examined my legs.  One of them had me bend over and fingers prised apart my arse cheeks.  They said something to the Bishop and he commanded me to turn around so that he could look for himself.  Further, they stretched back my buttocks and poked at my hole.  I could hear him murmuring and was at once afraid they had found something that would cast me to hell.     

 

Then I had to stand straight while they took hold of my cock, peering under it, and then holding my balls.  Every inch of my body was closely examined so as to miss nothing.  In taking my cock, they pulled back the skin showing the uncovered head to his Grace.  He said naught, but nodded now and again.

 

When they had finished, they stood about me, each with a hand still holding some part. The one behind kept a hand on my arse cheeks and squeezed them.  We all waited for his Grace to speak. 

 

"Well Robert, it looks like you are blessed indeed.  There is nothing about your body to say you have gone down the path of evil.  I am most pleased." 

 

But his face was not happy and was set as if in deep thought.  Then he looked at me and gave a smile. 

 

"You are lucky my boy, for we are able now to protect you from the evil that will surely come your way.  Now you are a young man, all temptations will be laid before you.  Tell me you want to go onto the path of righteousness." 

 

I was feeling so very relieved to hear him say I was clean of evil.  How thoughts of the dungeon and torture had run through my mind as they all looked about me. 

 

"Yes of course your Grace, I will always follow in the right way, with you to guide me."  I thought to pay him some compliment. 

 

"Good boy, Robert.  We are here to help you, aren't we?"  He looked to those at my side. 

 

They chorused, "Yes your Grace." 

 

"Now, this will take only a little time, but I must be honest and say you may feel some discomfort.  If you do, just remember the sufferings of all the saints and it will come much easier.  Now lay down on the table."  

 

 

Part 2

 

I wondered what he might do to me.  The three assistants cleared off his food and goblet and made a space that I might lie on.  All kinds of thoughts were running in my mind, but I could not think with certainty as to what might be happening next.

 

I sat on the end of the table and then laid back.  The Bishop and his assistants stood about watching me closely.  He traced a hand from my face down to my chest. 

 

"Robert, to protect you it will be necessary to first do that which we seek to protect you from. In the name of all that is Holy.  My assistants are trained for this work aren’t you boys?" 

 

He looked to them and flashed a quick smile.  Especially there are three, for it is in the name of the most Holy's that we carry out this task.  And it shall be done to you three times.  During this time you must never speak to anyone about it, do you understand?" 

 

I didn’t but said, “Yes.” 

 

He continued, "The devil has many spies looking to confound our work.  If you say anything before we are finished, he might spoil the blessing by conspiring to lead you to evil deeds.  We are sure the devil will try anything to upset our plans; this is why you must never breath a word of it.  Do I have your promise?" 

 

"Yes your Grace, of course I would never do anything against your wishes."  I was concerned he would think I might not keep my word. 

 

He smiled and said "Good, now I think we should begin." 

 

He leant over me and began a prayer.  My legs were taken and spread apart.  I thought I would look like a crucifix in this position.  The Bishop continued making the sign of a cross on my chest.  I was watching him and wondering at what he would be saying. 

 

I felt something hot against my arse and a flash of pain streak through my body.  It was a moment before I could fix the site of the cause.  I looked past the Bishop to my feet and there between my legs was the brown haired Page.  His stockings were pulled down a little and he was fucking me at great speed, his head thrown back and his eyes closed.  But before I could take in anything else, my body snapped at the intrusion and I writhed about the table in agony. 

 

The Bishop and the other two held firm so as not to allow me any movement.  Tears flowed freely, for this was not like the times with my master.  I was sure this Page could not be so big as the Earl, but the style of his invasion and thrusts were causing me an agony of taking a cock ten fold the size.

 

The Bishop tried to calm me, smiling and telling me it would soon be over, reminding me of the great suffering of all the martyrs.  If I had any luck, the Page was going for speed and within just a short time, he let go inside me with a groan. 

 

"Why Martin, you are always one for getting the job done quickly," the Bishop chuckled. 

 

Martin stepped back and I could see his still hard dripping cock, not even half as big as myself. 

 

Pulling up his stocking and fastening them, he took a leg and changed places with the strange one.  With a flourish, he pulled down his stocking and opened his shirt.  His cock was hard and not even the size of the first Page.  He caught my eye and smirked.  Bringing it to my hole he slammed straight in.  I watched his face, and after doing that, he smiled sweetly, but I thought him to be false.  His sweetness quickly changed back to a smirk, he began pulling almost out and then pushing full home, jabbing through my natural defences and bringing the tears flowing back.  When he saw them, he smiled as if in triumph and did it all the more harder.

 

The Bishop meanwhile had stopped his chanting and now watched almost as if his eyes would pop from his head.  If I cried out too much, he told me to quieten, but otherwise paid me no heed.

 

Soon enough the Page stopped his viciousness and kept a rhythm I knew would bring him to finishing quickly.  His gasps grew more frequent and in that my torture eased as he kept his cock within my tunnel. As he neared climax, the Bishop drew nearer to the scene of my suffering till the Page let go with his seed. 

 

He reached out and clapped him on the shoulder, "Henry that was well carried out, most wonderfully done."  The Page gave him a bow, pleased with himself at the anguish he had caused me.

 

They let go of my legs, for I knew now there would be no escape from this anointing of holy fluids and I ceased to struggle.  There was a pause as the Bishop seemed a little distressed for his breath was coming short. 

 

Soon enough, he motioned for the last one to come forward.  I looked on, my attention taken again with this youth.  Slowly he let go his stockings and eased them down his legs.  Then he undid the cords of his shirt to open that too.  The colour of his face was the same all over his body and what a fine one it was. My apprehension of his pending duty disappeared I was so intrigued.  His cock was quite long, bigger than I for sure and the head was open without skin.  I heard talk of this, but it was the first ever I had seen.  The Bishop took hold to examine him. 

 

"Yes Louis, you serve our movement well," and gave his cock back to the hands of the youth. 

 

He played it slowly, eventually looking me straight in the eyes.  He grinned and raised his eyebrows as if in question.  He was asking me if I was ready.  Without taking my eyes from his, I nodded slightly enough for him to know my answer.  He moved close and wiped the head up and down over my hole.  The feeling was delightful and any nervousness faded away to be replaced by a strange yearning to receive it inside.

 

He played with me like this till the Bishop tired at the lack of action. 

 

"Louis, come on boy, we don’t have all day to carry out this good work, the devil might soon be upon us."  

 

I knew now he could not be English from his name.  Again he raised his dark straight eyebrows in question.  I gave him a sign to continue.  Unlike the others, he leaned over me gently sliding his long cock bit by bit till it was fully home.  I could feel the pressure at the top of my tunnel unlike any before and I warmed quickly to the operation.  Slowly he began his strokes sending shivers through me every time his cock nudged into my guts.  Like my master, he was touching a place inside that sent my head swirling with dizziness.  Without realising, I shifted when I could to give him easier access for I was suddenly now enjoying this service.   His slowness made me want to crawl up inside of him, so tantalising the effect of his movements.  Most of the time he kept his eyes shut, but when he looked at me, his face beamed, showing his beautiful white teeth.  He was enjoying me and I was enjoying him too but strained not to show it to the others.  I noticed he communicated with movements of his brow, so that we talked between us without the rest of them knowing.  I was able to squeeze my arse tightly, which brought a grin to his lips.  When he knew a full push within brought a gasp of pleasure, he prolonged the moment, to allow me the enjoyment as much as he could.

 

I knew my own cock had hardened with this pleasure, but with him leaning over, the others did not see for I would have been troubled had the Bishop spied my enjoyment.

 

My attention was taken to the Bishop again, for I could hear him gasping and wheezing.  His face was glowing red with excitement, and his eyes glazed with a strange look about them.  I could see Martin at one side, clutching his cod piece and rubbing his cock, obviously hard again. 

 

All too quickly, Louis tapped me on the arm and nodded.  I knew his moment had come, so I braced myself for his last thrusts and tried to give him pleasure by tightening my arse.  Although he didn’t go as fast as the other two, he did increase the pace, sending his long shaft right to the top on each push of his loins.  Moments later his head went back and his tongue licked around his lips.  Then with a crash, he rammed full home knocking out my breath, and let fly with his spend. 

 

I know my experience was limited, but I was not at all prepared for Louis.  At first I was startled for I thought he was pissing inside, his flow powered with such force and continued on and on.  My fright subsided when I looked at his face, for each pulse of his cock was repeated by his mouth opening in a silent gasp of pleasure so that I knew he was still in the throws of ecstasy.  Still, his juices quickly found their way past his cock and ran down my ass till I could feel a pool about my arse cheeks on the table. 

 

His bliss was interrupted by the Bishop pulling him off and pushing him to one side.  I looked at his cock, still standing straight and dribbling juice continually.  Now his Grace stood between my legs, his look so red and his noises so strange that I became concerned for his health.  His cock was out although I could hardly see it between the folds of his gowns and skirts.  But he fell upon me sending it up my arse in a moment.  No sooner was he inside, than he gasped loudly and let go his own torrent of seed.  But then the most uncomfortable part of all was that he fell upon me exhausted and his great weight emptied my lungs of air till I thought I would faint.  His Pages slowly pulled him up and gave him some wine to bring him round.  That done, they disengaged his cock and eased him back to his chair, his tool still hanging out of his robes.

 

While he caught his breath, Louis stepped forward to help me off the table and then on with my clothes.  He was most gentle and caring, and I found myself liking him more and more.  No sooner was I dressed than the Bishop ordered me out but telling me to remember what he had said and to wait the next day for him to summon me again.

 

Part 3

 

That night, my arse ached badly, I was sure they had done damage in some way.  I was careful not to inspire my master, for I knew I needed rest till this thing with the Bishop was over.  My mind was troubled, there was something about all this that didn’t ring true, but I felt a horrible guilt to question the Bishop's word.

 

The next afternoon, I was called again.  This time it was Louis that came to find me, which gave us the time to talk a little first.  My first question was where he came from. 

 

"I am from Spain" he said, "but I remember nothing of the place for I was taken to France when I was young.  From there, I worked in the house of a nobleman till the Bishop saw me when he visited.  The nobleman was his friend and he gave me to him, so now I am in England!" 

 

He gave me his wonderful smile again and a piece of my heart melted. 

 

"And you, where are you from?" he asked, so I told him all about my good fortune. 

 

"Your Lord seems like a fine man, young and very handsome" he said. 

 

"Of course." I agreed, but said nothing about our special relationship. 

 

By the time we reached the Bishop's apartment, we had said nothing on what we were going to be doing in there although my mind was full of questions I needed answers to.

 

We were through much quicker than the first day, although it was much the same.  Martin and Henry didn’t hurt me like before, which I anticipated they would with my bum being sore.  Strangely, once they started I didn’t feel any discomfort at all.  But with Louis, I was looking forward to his time and sure enough we seemed to know what each liked and it felt even better than previously.  I hoped he would delay his time coming and prolong our pleasures, but our helping of each other had him to bursting point in no time at all.  I was ready for his finish and sure enough, it was just as if he was pissing, so strong was the flow it made me feel like I would come too but I managed to hold off. 

 

A want came to me that I would like to suck him and feel all this come to my mouth, but imagined it would stay just a dream.  The Bishop didn’t get to go inside me, for he came where he stood as Louis cried out with his coming.  All he did was to take Louis' cock when he pulled out of me, giving it a feel before probing my hole with his fingers.  Once done, he had me dress and ushered out as quick as I could move.  I made for my place where I could play with myself without being disturbed and quickly brought some relief thinking of sporting with Louis.

 

Later that day I heard the Bishop and his followers would be leaving on the morrow, so I did wonder if the three times I needed to endure for my treatment was just the days he had left at the Castle.  How long I wondered, would my treatment be if he stayed another week.  Each time a thought like this came to my mind, I immediately felt guilty at doubting his fine intentions.

 

 

That evening there was another dinner.  Just as before I served along with the other members of the household.  The Bishop didn’t grope me this time though and behaved much more appropriately.  I was able to talk with Louis and arranged that later in the evening we would get together if he got the chance to steal away from his duties.

 

Sure enough, when most had retired for the night, I was able to meet with him.  I took him to my favourite hiding place along with a few candles and a tinderbox so that we may have light.  Louis had taken a jug of wine to enjoy while we sat and talked.  My list of questions never seemed to diminish but sooner or later I put them to one side and we came to the topic of his work with the Bishop.  I was interested to know how many times he had to do the service like with me. 

 

I was shocked when he said, "Whenever the Bishop finds a good looking youth who he can't take away with him!" 

 

"What about saving my future against the devil?" I asked. 

 

"I think the only devil the Bishop knows of is the one in his own head," said Louis. 

 

I lost my tongue thinking on his words.  How could such a thing be, I wondered. 

 

But Louis broke my reflections when he said, "Not to worry, it is the best part of my job" and laughed so loud I thought it would bring someone looking.

 

"So how did you end up working in the Bishop’s service then?"  I asked him. 

 

"Oh, years back the Bishop had a strong fancy for me, that’s why he brought me from France.  But these fancies come and go and soon he picks up another whose looks beguile him.   Now, he loves to see my big cock go in and out of some sweat virgin boy's ass." 

 

"And Henry?" I asked. 

 

"Henry used to be the pin cushion for his Grace's cock.  Nowadays, the Bishop is getting a bit past any active work, I swear he will die in one of these sessions and what will happen to us then.  But he keeps Henry for old times sake, the boy can still work his charms even though he is such a stuck up asshole!" 

 

"That leaves Martin then." 

 

"Well Martin is a favourite because he does whatever the Bishop wants, if he says go get two cocks up your ass at the same time, Martin will do.  If he says, Martin, go and get fucked by 50 monks, Martin is off to do just that!" 

 

Now I was flabbergasted at all these revelations.  That the clergy could behave like this, well I was in two minds that Louis was making it all up, but somehow I thought he wasn’t. 

 

"So!" said Louis, "who is it getting up your bum, you could work me like you knew everything already."  

 

"No one does that to me." I lied. 

 

"Come on, you can tell me," he pushed. 

 

Again I denied doing it before. 

 

"Well if you cant tell, that means it must be the Earl or you would have no need to keep it a secret." 

 

I protested that wasn’t true, but he would have none of it. 

 

"Don’t think you could fool me", he said, I could tell when I was up you by the way you moved your ass.  Anyway, I don’t want to know if you don’t want to tell.  But your master is a real handsome one for sure, I wouldn’t mind a tumble with him any day!" 

 

Now off the hook, I laughed at his openness, but still I wished I could confide in someone as experienced as Louis was.

 

"Alright, so I know you are getting bedded, but who is receiving yours?" he said, grabbing at my crotch. 

 

My cock catapulted into hardness beneath his grasp. 

 

"I couldn’t touch you with the Bishop watching, but I fancied some of your sausage the moment I saw you." 

 

I was surprised he had his eye on me.  "Sorry, still cant tell" I said, laughing at him. 

 

"Oh well, as long as you are getting some," he said. 

 

I laughed again, "but its never enough" I said. 

 

He put down the jar of wine and wiped his mouth. 

 

"You are right about that" and reached back to my crotch.  He fumbled with the cord to my stockings and opened them.  I leaned towards him to do the same.  But it was too slow, so we each pulled down our own hose and gave ourselves for mutual inspection.

 

At the same time we both said "You're big!" and burst into giggles again.  Then there were no more words as we came together, me eager to take him into my mouth, he playing with my cock and balls before following my example.  I couldn’t get him all in.  Although he was not as fat as my master he was the same length or even a touch longer.  I sucked on him hungrily, this was a dream of mine coming to reality.  I could feel it twitch in my mouth as his climax neared, then he pulled out. 

 

"What?" I said, wondering why he had spoiled the fun. 

 

"I'm going to come soon", he said. 

 

I laughed, "yes I know that’s just what I want" I told him. 

 

"Really?  Oh well then, be my guest." 

 

He pushed his hips back into my face and I took his cock between my lips once more.  Now though, he humped a little into my mouth and his hand went to the back of my head to give some pressure against it.  This was my heaven to be sure.  I opened as wide as possible to let slip as much down my throat as I could.  Once deep inside it was hard to use my tongue, but as he was now using his hips to drive deep, I could just concentrate on not gagging and helping him push all home.

 

His speed increased and his cock hardened into iron.  I was longing to taste his juice but suddenly I became a little frightened for it was getting very difficult to breathe.  Having got myself into this position I didn’t want to stop because I knew he would finish at any moment.  The waiting was not for long as I began to hear his moans.  His thrust slowed, but he pushed home hard on each one, holding it there for some time before withdrawing and pushing back once more.  His cries came more often till he trapped my head between his legs and pushed it all deep into my throat.  His cock twitched and throbbed a few times, then I felt this flow of liquid fire down my gullet till I filled up and gagged.  I was trying to swallow but his torrent never ceased.  It was more than I had imagined when he was in my ass.  I fought for breath and twisted away from him till the end was at the back of my mouth.  Still he continued to pump out juice till I was so full it was coming down my nose.  Coughing and spluttering I had to pull off.  He was reluctant to let me go and tried to keep my head in place.  As much as I wished to comply, I had to get air and finally with great effort broke free of his cock.  His spasms were less now, but there was plenty to cover my face till it was running down my neck and onto my chest.

 

"Hey Louis, you nearly killed me, or drowned me, I don’t know which" I said. 

 

"Yes, that’s another thing the Bishop loves to see me do," and he laughed, then more seriously he asked if I was alright. 

 

"Oh yes, I'm fine, it was just what I wanted, drowning or not, you taste delicious but I never knew someone could make so much juice." 

 

"I know," he said, "I think I am a bit special when it comes to that." 

 

He helped me clean up a little and then he kissed me.  I thought he could do anything he likes if he kisses me like that.  His tongue searched out mine, his teeth nibbled my lips and he sucked and tongued till I thought my own cock would let fly all of its own.

 

"You are wonderful Louis" I said as we broke apart. 

 

"You too Robert, I'm not like this with everybody, far from it I assure you.  But I liked you from the first moment and I have had my own dreams of being alone with you since then." 

 

I took hold of his cock now deflated, but it was still a goodly size, bigger than most when they are hard.  I leant down to lick up the last drops from the end, but I was disappointed that it didn’t murmur under my touch.  It was really exhausted. Sitting back up, he saw my own cock still hard. 

 

"Robert, I think we do not have enough time to sport for we would do everything together if we had.  So for now, I would love you to use this on me." 

 

I smiled as the prospect,  "Oh yes!" 

 

He stood and pulled off his stocking from one leg so he could open his legs wide.  Bending over he leant against the wall and offered me his arse.   I bent down and spit to his hole.  He smelled fresh, so I tongued him which drew gasps.  Once he was nice and wet, I stood and came close behind, putting my cock to the mark.  Leaning over his back, I gently humped against him till his hole widened slowly and my head broke through his door.  He moaned again so I stopped a moment.  But I couldn’t wait overlong, for my eagerness to be about the job pushed me to start again, first to lodge myself firmly within, then again to fuck him to my pleasure.  He moaned often, then begged me to do it harder and faster, sticking his bum out so I could hammer against it.  Such delights I rarely had, so sooner than I wished my crisis came and my cock was anxious to fill him full of my own juices for once.  I didn’t have the same measure as he, but it still brought squeals of delight from him, and when I reached about the front, his cock was full hard again.

 

On pulling out, my legs were without strength, so I had to sit back on the floor.  His hard cock was almost at eye level and I asked him if he would like me again.  He said he would, but I couldn’t stand, so he came to the floor with me and pushed me on my back, pulled my legs to his shoulders and entered my tunnel again.  Perhaps because he was out of the sight of his employer, but now he was much more vigorous and it was wonderful.  Oh how I loved that feeling of his cock drive right to the furthest of my innards, knowing his would fill me with a great power of juice again made me almost swoon.

 

By the candle light, I looked up at his handsome features, his long black hair falling over his face, so that he kept on blowing it out of the way.  His beautiful smile beamed as his loins drove home with all the energy he possessed.  My dreams were completed with his spending again within, the hot liquid warming my insides as he spewed forth another torrent of his wonderful juice.

 

"Louis, could you ever leave the Bishop's service and say, come to work for my Lord"? I asked of him. 

 

"That might be difficult with the Bishop, if it was done the wrong way, it would be my death.  Usually he only lets people go when he tires of them, but it must be of his own choosing, for if I upset him he has a temper that could well be the end of me.  As for the Earl, I don’t know but I think things are not well between them." 

 

He paused for a while and I was in my own thoughts too.  "I think," he continued on, "that the Bishop has not long for this earth, you saw what he is like when he gets excited.  It cannot be long now, and when he goes, there would be nothing to stop me finding a new master I think." 

 

"Well, when that time comes, would you think of me here?  I know I could ask a favour from the Earl when I really needed one."  I said, letting on that I was closer to him than would be expected of a Page. 

 

He made no comment on that, but he told me it would be another dream come true if he could.  We kissed for long, then had to break and go to our rooms for the night.

 

The next day, I had my final interview with his Grace.  It went like before, only that it lasted even shorter making me think the novelty was over for him.  When Louis had finished with me, the Bishop said a very quick prayer, signed the cross over me and said I was protected from evil forever more.  Then he hurried me to leave his presence, as he would have to make preparations for travelling to Leicester.

 

Louis was busy helping pack the mules and carts with all the paraphernalia he had brought along for the journey so we didn’t get any chance to be together again till the Bishop and the Earl had a last meeting.  We scurried to my hideout and quickly removed our stockings.  I didn’t know whether this last should be sucking or fucking for I really wanted both equally.  Louis settled it by pushing my head to his crotch and I eagerly opened my mouth to let him in.  We knew we had little time so we both strove to finish quickly.  This time he was not lodged down my throat for the position wouldn’t lend itself, so I sucked on his cock and played his balls between my fingers till his hand held my head firm and his cock erupted to fill my mouth with his sweat juice.  As before he had far too much to swallow and it ran out past my lips and splattered to the floor.  Oh, how I would love to swim in his juice!

 

Quickly we reversed positions and now Louis sucked on my cock while he played with my balls and also worked a finger or so into my hole.  This brought me to the boil in double fast time, so he was soon on the receiving end.  The only difference was he didn’t let a single drop escape his mouth!.  We had no time to tarry and had to clean up our face and clothes enough to be seen with our peers.  I had him promise to come to the Castle as soon as circumstances would allow and he promised it would be at the first opportunity.

 

With that, we hurried down to the room where they were meeting to find them already gone.  We ran to the courtyard and found the Bishop was just being loaded to his cart.  My Lord made all the usual farewell gestures and pleasantries and the Bishop returned his own, wishing my Lord a long and healthy life.  His Guard Captain called order and led out the horses and mules, and the Bishop's train wound slowly out of the yard through the gate house to begin its slow journey to Leicester.

 

For the rest of the afternoon, my Lord was in a bad mood and I kept some distance not having much experience with him in these ways.  He didn’t take dinner either so when it came time for sleep, I asked him if he would like me to sleep on my pallet. 

 

"No Robert, I am not angry with you, in fact maybe you are the one I need right now." 

 

"It is the Bishop, my Lord" I said, a little out of turn, "It is plain you have not found his visit to your liking." 

 

He laughed, "Was it really that easy to see?"  He thought for a moment, then continued as if he needed to get it off his chest.  "That Bishop is an insufferable ruffian.  To be sure he spends more time on his schemes and plans than he does at his calling.  He thinks only of how he can cheat and increase the money in his coffers."  

 

Pulling his leg a little, I said "You do not like the Bishop my Lord?" 

 

"Like him?  I hate him, I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw the man!"  He looked at me, then he smiled and then he began laughing.  "Come Robert, come to bed, let us forget bad things and think only of good ones."  I stripped off and climbed in beside him.

 

"My Lord, I never want to hold a secret from you, but as the Bishop has left and what I heard just now from you and also my new friend Louis, I should tell you what he has done with me."  

 

He propped himself up on his arm and listened to all I said.  I finished by saying he made me swear never to tell whilst the ceremony was going on, but as it is now over, I think I am free of that promise.

 

He was silent a good while after I finished speaking, till finally he asked how I was.  I told him they hurt me at first, but it had now passed.  He bent and kissed me, saying he knew nothing about this at all or he would have prevented it. 

 

"It just proves what I thought about him" he said. 

 

"And what of this Louis, is this the one that was watching you like a hawk?" 

 

I swore that was a big surprise, but he told me he had seen him and also that he had noticed we liked each other. 

 

"I told him to come here whenever he could leave the service of the Bishop, for I am sure he is a good man, for he was honest with me from the start.  He will look well in your service my Lord!"  I teased at him. 

 

"I think Robert, you mean he will look good in my bed."  We laughed till we were hoarse. 

 

"I will give you that he is a striking looking youth, perhaps you have a better eye that I gave you credit for." 

 

I was happy to see him out of ill tempers and even more so when I felt his big cock push between the cheeks off my arse.  I wriggled to seat myself upon it, and he took his pleasure holding me tight in his arms. 

 

On the morrow he told me he had come to a decision regarding the Bishop.  He explained there was an agreement with his father that all the peasants would give fifteen days to the church lands every year instead of the seven that it used to be and was still in other parts.  The Bishop had come to press my master to increase the days even further, thinking the new Earl would be too young and inexperienced to counter his wishes. 

 

"So now," he said, "I have decided that instead of just keeping the time as at present, I will reduce to how it always used to be.  It will make him unhappy, but I think we can all live with that."  

 

So it was, the Bishop was most upset with the Earl, but his people loved him for it and he became ever more popular hereabouts. 

 

As for me, although this tale is finished, I know of more to tell, if you have a care to listen.  Would you?

 

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