Robert the Page, and the Duke's Visit. Part 1

 

By John  [email protected]

 

 

With the Bishop of Leicester gone away, life became more routine.  My days were broken only on those times my Lord took me riding or to visit his estates.  One time he took me to East Anglia where I met again with my father.  He was astounded at the changes in me, first with how I had grown and then at how I had become the Earl's secretary.  He was pleased or course, but sometimes when he looked into my eyes, I thought he could see into my soul.  For all that I loved him, I was not comfortable knowing he was close around.

 

On other occasions I went on hunting trips with the Earl and his Captain and sometimes with townspeople and local gentry.  These were always exciting, especially during the chase.  I was never up at the front though for I didn’t know how to handle any weapons and an angry boar would soon have me chopped into small pieces.  But I loved them nonetheless.  Sometimes we would be gone for days and so at night would be camped in a forest clearing.  Times like this I didn’t know whether I was tingling with excitement or fear, for the night sounds could make my skin crawl.  At every camp there was sure to be a story of strange beasts or forest ghosts to fire your dreams.

   

The great adventure made up for not being able to sleep with my Lord, but more than once, we stole into the forest away from the rest and took each other against a tree or over a fallen bough.  I liked doing it like this, for being away from our regular habits at the Castle we were always desperate for some pleasure after a few days and out in the open made for some extra delights.  We never tarried long, but he always made sure we were both satisfied before riding back into camp.

 

I was always surprised at how many Gentlemen had Page's who were good looking youths.  It seemed most of them liked to have some fine young man at their side.  My camp quarters were with the Captains and other Pages, so I joined them there after our masters had turned in for the night or decided they had no further use for us.  We always talked together before sleeping, so eager were we to compare our stations, and the work we were expected to do.  Many a time, some handsome one held my eyes for longer than was proper and this always made my cock stand and twitch.  To be honest, I found myself doing just the same to one or two with whom I took a fancy.  But I never ventured to go further than looks, for I knew full well the trouble it would bring with so many watching around. 

 

An even better treat was if we came to a river, all the Lords or Gentlemen would want to take a swim if the weather was kind.  Then the whole troop would splash and frolic in the water.  I had to be careful when some handsome youths would play tag, for it was so easy for my cock to stand and with all being naked, it would show my thoughts to everyone.  Those who made eyes at me were sure to want to play and grab my cock under the water.   I enjoyed it very much, for some had bodies and cocks to match their looks and pleasing smiles.  I made many notes as to who was working with which master in case we ever went visiting.

 

Back at the Castle, we continued to be well together.  Now my Lord had no reluctance at all to letting me take him, and showed every delight in having me do so.  Once in the bed, we were no longer master and servant and now gave ourselves freely in equal measure.  I didn’t know which I liked the best for I so loved to feel him deep within me, rubbing that one place at the top of my innards that would set me on fire and make my cock burst forth without any assistance from my hand.  I think what I loved most when I was doing the mounting, was knowing the pleasure it was giving him.  That was what gave me the most enjoyment.  If he hadn't liked me doing it, then I would still be the happiest youth in the world just to have him take my arse or let me suck on his cock forever.

 

My education in the sexual arts was thus self learnt, with the exception of the Bishop and his friends.  Later that summer, It increased a bit more with a visit of the Duke of Somerset.  We had heard of many troubles on the border with Scotland, it was part of daily life.  But things this last year had got worse and the raiders had ventured a long way south, as far as Carlisle.  Many calls were made upon the King to put an end to these forays, and he had entrusted the mission to the Duke of Somerset. 

 

It was said many were left hanging in the border towns by the time he had finished his business.  Now he was on his way home with his army of men and it was at our Castle he stopped to rest for some time.

 

I had never seen so many people; there must have been more than three hundred, perhaps even four.  I was so excited to see all these men fresh from chasing the bandits and rogues.  They had made camp in the fields outside the Castle walls, while the Duke was given the rooms used by the Bishop and some of his officers were housed in the Castle too.

 

Soon word got around and people came from far and wide to peddle trinkets and sell things.  All kinds of folks arrived, some making a few coins cooking, some cleaning clothes, others doing tricks to pleasure away the time and of course, a band of women that were wives or just companions of the night.  It was almost as if the fair had come to town.

 

I loved to go down and wonder around the camp in the afternoons, watching the goings on. I watched them clean daggers and swords, playing games of chance, drinking and laughing.  It seemed every day there was a fight between men drunk on the ale. The Castle soon ran out of that and food, and new supplies had to be brought from all the neighbouring towns.  Down by the river, there were always lots playing naked in the water, or just lazing in the sun on the banks.  Eager to talk with a new face, I was engaged constantly by those curious to who I was.  I loved to join in and hear stories from all their travels.

 

Soon I got to know a few and they would hail me as I walked around.  They were always joking and fooling, some grabbing my arse and making vulgar comments as to what they would do with me given half a chance.  But it was all good-natured and I never worried it would be taken seriously.  They enjoyed pulling my leg and making me the fool, as I knew nothing of life and they found this greatly amusing.

 

Such an afternoon I was talking with one I had become friendly with, when a man came from a nearby tent.  He was amused at something and came to talk in my friend's ear.  He then called one or two more and went back into the tent.  My friend followed him, then as an afterthought, turned and beckoned me to follow.

 

Inside there were already perhaps a dozen others stood watching a couple fooling and acting about.  The crowd was laughing at their doings, for they were making a comedy of animals mating.  Plainly they were drunk, but it was very funny and they played to the calls and shouts of the crowd stood watching.

 

One was a really big man, a little fat and with an unruly beard.  The other was much thinner and both were stripped to the waist as it was quite hot inside.  One or two from those watching joined in on occasion, but it was these two who had the act together.  They were really good, even if the subject was obscene.  I looked about and noticed quite a few more had wondered in and stood behind, enjoying the show.

 

Eventually it seemed to come to a halt and some made to leave.  One of the audience who had been calling out the most, even kicking them in the arse as one pretended to be a cow or some such, continued heckling and joking with the two performers.  He was a little drunk and appeared to be around my age. I think he must have been trying to get them to continue with the show.

 

After some more heckling from the youth, the big man walked over and picked him up.  The youth wriggled free and made to go, but the man caught him from behind.  He lifted him up again and spoke to some of those about.  The youth started kicking and flaying his arms trying to escape, but the man held him firm.  He even tried to bite his hand, but he moved it away just in time, cuffing him about the head for his impudence.  The big man laughed at his efforts, for he could do nothing to free himself.  Then he turned around and walked to the middle of the space they had been using.  Our attention was now aroused by this new turn and we pushed closer to see.  The youth was tiring quickly and it was plain he could not escape his hold.

 

Quite suddenly, the big man dropped to his knees bringing down the youth as well, then he fell forward on top of him forcing him to the floor.  He laid on top of him till his weight crushed out the last of his strength and he stopped struggling, then he sat back to his heels.  Putting his hands to the youths waist cord, he gave a smart pull and dragged down his stocking across his arse.    All watching gave shouts of approval and encouraged him to teach the youth a lesson for his wayward tongue.  The man smiled to us, listening to what was being shouted.  Then he looked to the youth and then back to us again.  We cheered him on.  He made an act of looking between the crowd and the boy as if he wasn’t sure what to do next, then he pushed his face between the cheeks of the youths arse.  In a second he was up looking at us, licking his lips as if he had just eaten roast beef.  Again he received a cheer sending him back again to eat at the youths arse.  The youth had ceased struggling, but he was talking as if to himself and he moaned loudly when the big man pushed his face between his cheeks.

 

Someone must have sent word outside, for there was a crush now behind, the tent being full.  The noise from the calls and shouts was deafening at times, as everyone wanted his say at what should be done to the unfortunate boy.

 

The big man, made a show of listening to the crowd, then back to the youth as if it were all part of his previous act imitating the animals.  Then he pushed aside his codpiece and pulled forth his big cock.  All about me went wild!  The boy must have known something was afoot for he began struggling again to get free.  But the big man just picked him up by his hips as if he was as light as a feather.  Placing him on his knees, the man brought his fat cock to the youths arse.  It must have been wet from the tonguing, for it could be seen to slide straight inside.  He cried out of course, but he had no friend in our audience.  The man’s hands were like a blacksmith's and had him locked in place.

 

Once home into the youth, he played again to those watching, asking what he should do to him.  Everyone shouted he should be fucked to teach him some manners, or he should do the same as the act with the animals before.  The man laughed along with everyone, then went about his work.  The youth squealed like a stuck pig as you can imagine.  He gave him a good fucking, taking care that we all could see it.  His partner from the animal act was shoved forward to play his part.  With great ceremony, he also undid his stocking and let them down to reveal a long thin cock.  He knelt before the youths face and asked us all what he should do with it.  To the answer, he moved closer and brought the youth's head down level with the end.  He wouldn’t open his mouth at first, but a pull at the hair on his sideburns had him smartly complying. 

 

They now made a great show of fucking the youth from both ends much to everyone’s delight.  As much as it was funny, it was also very arousing and I soon found my own cock standing straight.  As I looked to those I could see on the left and right at the front of the crowd, many were rubbing themselves quite openly and I could see at least one with his cock out and playing it.  I thought to take myself in hand beneath my stocking, but it was soon obvious with my arms about the shoulders of those on either side, I had not the room being so crushed. When I thought on it more, I could feel the man behind was the same way as I and no doubt could the one in front feel me too.

 

The big man continued his new show, now making animal noises to amuse us.  He pretended to be a donkey, then a bull and so on.  The youth appeared to be resigned to his fate and no longer made any moves to resist.  This allowed the two more room for their antics.  Soon enough though, amusing or not, the big man had come to the end of his road.  He huffed and puffed excessively for effect, but still giving the youth a heavy ploughing.  When he finally came, we all cheered and shouted.  With a flourish, he pulled out his fat cock, still dripping the end of his load.  He gave a bow of thanks to us, then deftly moved around to change places with his partner.  The other was inclined to put the youth on his back and raise up his legs.  The big man assisted by taking hold of the youth's ankles so his friend would be free to do as he would. 

 

To more shouts of encouragement, he pushed home his cock in the newly used arse.  In this position we could all see better than before which made the calls from the crowd even louder. It was a wonder to see such a long cock disappear completely into the youth, and made me think on just what was the capacity of an arse.

 

The big man was not out of it just yet for he had many telling him to take more liberties.  So he moved about and let himself down on the youth's head and pushed his now softened cock into his mouth.  The youth didn’t remonstrate and allowed him to lodge it there.  He moved himself up and down a little to drill into his mouth, which quickly brought him hard, making the unfortunate youth cough and splutter.

 

If I had been able to touch myself, I would have come six times by now for sure.  My attention was brought back to it again by the man behind me almost squashing me to the one in front.  I pushed back so my hard cock wouldn’t cause offence and was rewarded by him humping my arse.  I wasn’t quite sure if it was because of the crowd pushing for a better look or he was doing just what it felt like.  But I was unable to turn and see who it was either. 

 

Again I could feel his cock against my arse as plain as day.  As I wondered who it might be I felt a hand cup over my cock making me gasp and jump. He pulled my hips back hard against his groin and pressed up tight.  I had no room to move and was locked in my place.  When he realised I couldn’t resist, his hand quickly pulled the cord to my stockings and went in over the top.  His hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed.  I thought I would shoot then and there for it throbbed so painfully.  But he was only feeling its size for he pushed further down to cup my balls, weighing them and rubbing between my legs with his fingers. 

 

I shouldn’t have been so at ease with whoever it was, but with watching the two men and the youth, my feelings were high and these fingers toying with my balls only served to raise them further.  With not resisting, he let got of my sack and moved his hand around to squeeze my arse, then I could feel him pushing down my stocking and the fresh air on my bum.  I tried to twist away but those at my sides must have thought I was only trying to get a better view of the show at their expense and didn’t allow me any room.  

 

Now I could feel his fingers locate my hole and then I felt his cock once more, this time without any covering.  His fingers guided it to my button and then his arms slid around my waist and pulled me tight close.  At first I only felt pain as it pushed against me, but little by little with wriggling his hips I was wet enough with sweat to allow it to nudge slowly up my channel.  Being in so awkward a position, it didn’t go in too far which I was thankful for, but he was able to work in the end enough for his pleasure.  I was a fool not to resist more, but was also embarrassed to be found out if I made too much fuss, for it had taken him only moments to achieve all this from the start.   

 

As he held me, I could feel his breath around my neck and smell the stale ale. I did not fancy my chances dealing with some hardened fighter and thought better to try argue with him, for I knew he would be over soon enough. 

 

As for the show, the second man was building up his speed to a finish and my attention was split between them and the man behind me.  Those about cheered as out on the floor the man screwed up his eyes to take his last thrusts.  The big man still having his cock in the boy's mouth, pulled out and sprayed his face and chest with a second helping of juice.  On seeing this, the one in his arse tensed on one last push and it was clear he was sending his own load into the youth.  Everyone was hooting and shouting.  I felt the man hold me tight, then a warm wet feeling from below told me he was spending.  Not being full inside, it soon trickled down my legs and in the midst of all the stale odour of ale and sweat, the smell of juice came straight to my nose.   He pulled out and let go of my waist. 

 

"That was nice son, good of you to oblige," he said in my ear. 

 

I tried to look about to see who it had been, but at least three men met my stare, so I was none the wiser.  

 

The man pulled out of the youth and stood, acknowledging the cheers.  Then he reached down for his hand and helped him stand up.  The big man pushed him up from behind as he was a bit unsteady getting to his feet.  As if they were still part of a show, they held hands and took a little bow to the crowd, much to everyone's appreciation.  The two men put away their cocks and the youth picked up his clothes and walked back to his friends, putting them on.  Many were congratulating them on the performance and I wondered if it had all been put on from the start or he had really been forced into it as I had first assumed.

 

Quickly the crowd began to thin out as the oppressive air made itself felt now there was nothing to see.  As I got some elbowroom, I was at last able to reach down to pull my stocking up and cover my arse.  I thought it had all gone unseen, but just as I was about to tie my cord, a rough old man grabbed my wrist. 

 

"Thought to put on your own little show sonny?" he spat in my ear. 

 

"It was not my doing" I told him. 

 

"Oh no? Well it looked like it from where I was standing.  Why don’t you and me make another one?"

 

I pulled away, but he held me firm.  His other hand grabbed my arse then worked within my stockings till his fingers were pushing up in my hole. 

 

"Now, I could do the job properly" he leered.

 

We were the only two at this side of the tent by now, but at the other there was still a rowdy crowd around the youth from the show.  They didn’t look like they were going to leave and the noise if anything, got louder.  Then I could make out a rumpus and some jostling going on.  Suddenly the crowd of people opened and I could see the youth fighting some of them.  There must have been around ten or twelve and soon they were all pushing and shoving.  I heard the youth cry out and was shocked to see him being bent over.  He had not yet been able to get all his clothes back on and was still partly naked.  

 

It was now plain what was happening.  The friendly shouts and jokes had disappeared and this group fortified by plenty of ale, now wanted just what they had been watching.  I could see the fight he put up to the big man at the start was a sham for he now fought like mad to try and stop what was about to happen.  But he was no match for so many and within moments they had fastened him with plenty of firm hands and the first of them was taking his pleasure in the boy's arse. 

 

The man who had grabbed me now had his attention taken by these new happenings. 

 

He said, "Next time, maybe it will be your lucky day," and gave me a shove, which sent me to the floor. 

 

He walked over to the youth to see if his chances would be easier with him.  I picked myself up and finished doing up my stockings.  I should have taken off straight away, but I couldn’t take my eyes off them.  Still, I edged towards the tent flap just in case I had to move fast if someone decided I was the next victim. 

 

I stayed and watched them take turns with the youth.  He must have been known to all but none tried to assist him, instead they were intent on doing whatsoever they pleased.  All of them had their cocks out, and I couldn’t help but examine each with my eyes, wondering at the differences in size and shape when you would think all would be the same.  Those who couldn't wait for their turn, began using the boy's mouth instead.  No one showed any mercy and ploughed him hard and fast.  As soon as one finished another would take his place in a moment.  A few of the first ones, now having being sated, began leaving the tent.  One or two gave me a long look making my skin go to goose bumps. 

 

A rough looking fellow said to me "Ah pretty boy, I think we missed the best, pity we didn’t see you first." 

 

I was suddenly frightened, but then he gave me a wink and squeezed my arse as he walked by.

 

Before long I felt sorry for the youth and didn’t want to watch further.  I slipped from the tent and quickly made back to the Castle and cleaned up.  I don’t know why, but that night I couldn’t hug my Lord enough thinking on the sights of the day.  How lucky I was in having such a caring master.