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A Knight Takes a New Page
by Bill (bil47_new@yahoo.com)

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The year is 1190 AD, just before the Third Crusade. A 
Knight in King Richard's army selects a 13-year-old 
peasant boy to be his new page. Then he brings the boy 
to his bed to teach him the full extent of a page's 
duties. (M/m-teen, ped, reluc, 1st, oral, anal, hist)

***

Date: 1190 AD, at the beginning of the Third Crusade
Army: The gathering forces of King Richard I of England
Location: An encampment outside the port of Dover, in 
southeastern England

1: Soldiers and Boys in Wartime

"...et lux perpetua luceat eis." Sir Gualter of Hexham 
closed the small prayer book from which he had been 
reading aloud, and he watched as two of his vassal 
yeomen shoveled dirt into Toby's grave. Death was all 
too familiar to any man who had seen war, and a quick 
end to young lives came as often from disease in the 
encampment as from encounters with the enemy on the 
battlefield. Gualter's page had been a healthy 14-year-
old lad one day, had sniffles and a fever the next, was 
on his deathbed struggling for breath the day after, 
and in his grave the day after that.

The knight hadn't grieved over Toby's death, nor would 
he. His thoughts were instead focused on the need to 
find a suitable replacement, as it was almost time for 
the assembling army to set sail for France... and from 
there journey to the Holy Land to fight against the 
Mohammedans. Toby hadn't been much to look at, but he'd 
been a good page... diligent in carrying out his 
official functions, and discrete (so far as Gualter was 
aware) regarding the unofficial personal duties that 
the knight required of him.

There was no time to send for a boy from one of the 
vassal families on Gualter's manor in far-off 
Northumberland, so he was greatly relieved when the 
local baron generously agreed to let him have his pick 
of the local boys for the duration of the crusade. It 
would be a peasant boy, of course. Sir Gualter was too 
low in the feudal hierarchy to have a noble-born lad as 
his page... and his status and wealth were insufficient 
to take on a squire (a wellborn older youth, age 15 to 
20, apprenticed to become a knight). But Toby had been 
a peasant too, as were the four other pages who had 
served Gualter in the dozen years since he had 
simultaneously come of age at 21, attained knighthood, 
and taken control of the inheritance left by his 
deceased father.

The word spread quickly in the town of Dover and the 
nearby villages, that Gualter would pay 10 shillings up 
front to the parents of the boy chosen. The page would 
be returned after the military campaign was over – 
perhaps as short a time as a single year. Ten shillings 
was quite a substantial amount for a peasant family in 
12th century England, but Gualter figured it would 
bring him the best of the lot from which to choose. And 
judging from the crowd of boys and parents who gathered 
the next morning outside the knight's tent in the 
encampment, the offer had succeeded all too well. The 
knight sent for Old Jim, the most sensible of the five 
yeomen he'd been required to bring from his manor to 
provide manpower for the crusading army, and gave him 
instructions to reduce the number of candidates.

"Send away any boy who is too young or too old. I'll 
take one old enough to be a squire, but I'll not have a 
page with whiskers sprouting on his chin or upper lip. 
And I need a boy who's strong enough, so turn away any 
younger than 13 years... no; make it 12. Talk to each 
of them briefly, and send away any dolts. Those who are 
left, send them for a run around the perimeter of the 
encampment. I'm not necessarily looking for the 
swiftest, but rather those who do it in good time, but 
without ending up exhausted. And it wouldn't hurt to 
have a page who is comely in appearance," he added. 
"Use your judgment, and send them in to me one at a 
time, the best of them first."

Old Jim’s selection process seemed to favor brawn over 
cleverness and looks. After rejecting the first four 
boys sent in, Gualter was despairing of getting a page 
with the right combination of qualities. He might have 
to settle for one who met his needs... but not all of 
his desires.

As one boy left the tent and the next boy entered, the 
knight's eyebrows lifted. The new boy was comely 
indeed! Not very tall. But his face... there was no 
other word for it than "beautiful".

"Come here, boy, and stand in front of me." Gualter was 
seated in a sturdy armchair and spoke in the Saxon 
dialect. He was almost as conversant in the peasants' 
tongue as in the Norman French dialect that all of 
England's aristocracy still spoke.

"Yes sir!" replied the boy, as he walked forward with a 
self-assured manner.

"What do they call you?"

"Tom, son of Will, sir."

The boy's voice was just beginning its change... 
wavering erratically between the sweet treble tones of 
boyhood and the lower range of a mature youth. But Sir 
Gualter was entranced by the sound, thinking to himself 
that it sounded perfect in its imperfection.

"Alright then, Tom Will’s-son. I'll start off with some 
questions to test your knowledge and cleverness. Tell 
me the months of the year." For an illiterate peasant 
boy, it wasn't an easy question, but Tom rattled off 
the months correctly.

"Can you name for me the books of the New Testament?"

"Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, Acts of the Apostles...." 
The boy recited them all flawlessly, even doing a 
reasonable job of pronouncing the difficult Greek-
derived names.

"Now let's see if you have a head for numbers. If you 
were tending 18 cows and you were given 13 more to 
tend, how many would be in the whole herd. Answer 
quickly, and don't use your fingers."

"That's a lot of cows for one boy to tend, sir!" said 
Tom with a cheerful smile. He looked up at the tent's 
ceiling for a few seconds and scrunched his face. "I 
think it's 31, sir."

"Exactly so," said the knight. "Tell me what tasks you 
are good at. What do you do in a day?"

"Well, sir; I gather firewood from the forest, and tend 
the family garden, and I'm right good at setting snares 
to catch food. I go down to the sea to get mussels off 
the rocks. I know how to swim too, and go into the 
water every day that the air's warm. And I serve 2 days 
a week on the work crews to tend His Lordship's fields 
and castle."

"Have you ever worked with horses?"

"Why yes, sir! I've worked many a day in His Lordship's 
stables... shoveling out the stalls, brushing the 
beasts. The head groom even let me walk His Lordship's 
best steed a few times!"

So far so good, thought Gualter to himself. "Now take 
off your tunic, and let me see how sturdy you are in 
your chest and arms."

The barefoot boy began untying the rope that cinched 
the waist of his simple knee-length garment, and then 
paused. "I haven't any britches underneath, sir," said. 
"Is that alright?"

The man made a bored-looking expression and gestured 
with his hand to wordlessly convey: "Just hurry up and 
do what you're told."

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." The tunic slipped over his 
head, and Tom stood completely nude, his body 
surprisingly clean for a peasant boy.

Gualter kept his face impassive as he stood up to 
inspect the boy, but his heart began to beat faster in 
his chest, and he felt his cock twitch. Though he was 
short in stature - 3 handbreadths shorter than the 
knight - Tom had sturdy shoulders, a healthy-looking 
chest, and a tight belly. What especially interested 
Gualter, however, were the boy's shapely buttocks and 
beguiling genitals. His penis was very pleasing in form 
and more mature than the man had anticipated, with the 
suggestion of a handsome cock-head beneath its sheath 
of foreskin. And his plump balls, over half-way to 
maturity in size, dangled in a soft sack. Though there 
was no pubic hair other than the softest blond fuzz, 
Tom's sexual parts had clearly started their adolescent 
growth spurt ahead of the rest of his body.

The man stood directly in front of the boy, looking 
down on him. "Flex the muscle of your right arm," he 
instructed. The boy flexed his bicep, and Sir Gualter 
felt it with his hand. There wasn't much bulk to it, 
but he could feel its wiry strength. The man then ran 
his hands across Tom's chest, along his shoulders, and 
down his back... stopping just before he reached the 
firm butt. "You seem to be reasonably fit. Tell me 
Tom... do you truly wish to be my page, or was it your 
parents' choice for you to come here this morning?"

"Oh, I do sir! It was me that heard the news yesterday, 
and I ran to ask them if I could do it. I'd very much 
like to be your page, sir, and go off on an adventure!"

"Adventure there will be, but there will also be 
danger, and more often days of drudgery. My page is my 
personal servant, tending to all my needs, including 
dressing me in the morning, and undressing me at night. 
Could you do everything I require of you and not waver 
or complain?"

"Yes, sir!" said Tom proudly, feeling for the first 
time that he might actually get selected. "I will do 
whatever I'm told and never complain."

"Very good. Now... do you know what chain-mail is, 
boy?"

"I think so, sir."

"That bundle in the corner there holds my suit of mail. 
It is a coat and hood made entirely of small metal 
rings, and it's heavier than it looks. I'll be wearing 
it whenever there is even the slightest chance of 
conflict. Go over and pick up the bundle and bring it 
back here."

As the boy walked to the other side of the large tent, 
Gualter studied the enticing manner with which his 
slender rounded butt moved. The man's attention turned 
to the swaying of Tom's downward-pointing penis as the 
boy returned carrying the 45-pound (20 kg) bundle of 
chain-mail wrapped in canvass and tied with a cord.

"As a test of your strength and endurance," said the 
knight, "hold it over your head – arms straight up – as 
we continue to talk."

"Yes, sir."

As the lad hoisted the bundle above his head, wobbling 
only a bit to balance it, Gualter's hands returned to 
the boy's lean body. "I am pleased with you, Tom," he 
said, as his left hand slid down the boy's straining 
arm, across his hairless armpit, down his back, and 
cupped the curve of his smooth butt cheek. The right 
hand went directly to the boy's crotch, cupping Tom's 
balls as if weighing them, and then rolling them in his 
hand.

"How old are you, boy?"

Tom flinched slightly at the intimate touch, and his 
voice caught for a moment as he tried to speak, 
cracking as he said "I'm 13, sir."

"Your eggs have dropped down nicely, and you're well on 
your way to becoming a man. Yes; I think you have the 
potential to be my page." The knight's fingers moved up 
to toy with the end of the foreskin, pulling it forward 
and rolling the soft warm flesh with his fingertips.

Tom's sharp inhalation of breath made a soft gasp, and 
his face flushed, but he didn't waver from his task of 
holding up the bundled suit of mail.

Then Gualter's hand wrapped around the boy's penis, 
which had already begun pulsing itself erect with the 
urgency typical of boys in early puberty. As casually 
as if examining livestock, Gualter retracted the 
foreskin. The sheath rolled back smoothly and fully to 
reveal a rosy cock-head, its ridge broader than the 
cock-shaft. When the man let go, the boy's cock was 
completely stiff, pointing straight up; and it 
looked... exquisite! Shaped like a smaller version of 
an older youth's cock, its foreskin staying back to 
proudly display the handsome glans, it was almost 5 
inches [12 cm] in length and nicely filled-out in 
girth.

Now Tom's face was blushing a deep red from 
embarrassment. "I'm sorry sir! I didn't mean to get the 
horn like that!"

"You needn't be concerned. It shows you're a good 
healthy lad – just the kind I'm looking for," said 
Gualter calmly. "I'm going to ask you some personal 
questions now, and you must answer truthfully and 
completely. I can tell when someone is lying or holding 
back information. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," said Tom nervously, his muscles trembling 
slightly from holding the weight above his head.

Gualter did indeed have a knack for reading people's 
faces, and he believed that peasants were particularly 
incompetent when it came to disguising their lies... 
all the more so when under stress.

"Do you wank your cock, boy?"

"Why sir! I would never...."

The man put his index finger against the boy's lips, 
cutting short the denial. "Remember. I can tell if you 
are lying." His voice was calm and kind... but firm. 
Sir Gualter's hand returned to the lad's rigid 
erection, squeezing it rhythmically with his fingers as 
his thumb glided delicately across the exposed cock-
head. The man noted with satisfaction that a small bead 
of fluid was forming in the slit, and he rubbed it 
around with his thumb.

"Y-yes, sir. I-I-I s-sometimes w-wank it, sir." Tom was 
struggling with the triple ordeals of his 
embarrassment, the growing strain of holding up the 
heavy bundle, and the intense sexual stimulation of the 
man's fondling hand. Sweat was beading on his forehead.

"Does your cock spurt seed when you wank?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"Do you wank in the company of other boys?"

Tom had a pained expression on his face as he nodded 
his head up and down.

"Tell me what you and your friends do when you are 
naked and randy together." Gualter was smiling warmly 
and knowingly as he asked this, and that seemed to ease 
some of the boy's embarrassment.

"We... we sometimes feel each other's boy-parts, sir." 
He paused to see if the knight's face would express 
disapproval. It didn't. "And then we get ‘round in a 
circle and wank ourselves, all together-like. Me and my 
best mate, Bob... we sometimes trade off wanking each 
other's cocks til they spurt off."

"You're doing very well, Tom. Just a few more questions 
and then you can let the bundle down. Have you ever 
taken a stiff cock in your mouth, or had it done to 
you?"

Tom looked at the knight with honest confusion. "In my 
mouth, sir? Why, no sir!" Gaulther could tell he'd 
honestly never heard of such a thing.

"Have you ever been buggered... or done it to another 
boy?"

"Oh, no sir!" said Tom emphatically.

Too bad, thought Gualter. He would just as soon take a 
boy who was not a total virgin with his mouth and ass. 
But in all other respects, Young Master Tom Wilson was 
ideal. At least he knew what "bugger" meant. That was 
something.

"Alright. You can put the bundle down now." The knight 
released his hand from the boy's erection and settled 
back into his chair.

Tom was breathing heavily and sweating profusely as he 
let the chain mail down onto the ground, but he felt 
exhilarated. He looked at Gualter expectantly, awaiting 
his next instruction.

"Get dressed," said the man. "You'll start your service 
as my page this evening, after you've had a chance to 
say your farewells. Go find your parents and bring them 
to me. Quickly now!"


That evening, well after darkness had fallen...

The knight and his new page-boy made their way back to 
the tent after feasting at the castle of the local 
baron. The assemblage of knights, each with a page or 
squire, had been too great for the banquet hall, so 
tables had been set up outside, lit by torches, in the 
warmth of the mid-summer
evening.

Tom now wore a tunic of fine cloth, held at the waist 
with a belt of well-crafted leather, which had belonged 
to his predecessor, Toby. Earlier in the day, before 
Tom returned to the encampment, the knight had seen to 
it that a competent tailor altered the garment to make 
it smaller.

The boy had heard about the feasts at the castle, but 
had never been assigned to serve at one. And now, as a 
guest, he had eaten better than at any time of his 
life. Sir Gualter had urged him to drink the French 
wine being poured... with a much stronger kick than the 
thin ale to which the boy was accustomed... and it made 
him pleasantly tipsy. As they listened to the music and 
watched the jugglers and jesters, Gualter's hand had 
slid up along Tom's inner thigh, under the table, to 
play with the boy's balls and feel his penis as it 
pulsed quickly to erection. Prior to this day, Tom had 
never had his cock fondled by anyone but a few of his 
young friends. But the good feelings produced by the 
manipulations of nobleman's hand made it quite easy to 
grow accustomed to the experience.

Once they were back inside Gualter's tent, the knight's 
interest was single-minded. "Undress me, boy."

"Yes, my lord." Tom carefully removed Gualter's 
surcoat, ankle-length tunic, and under-britches, as the 
man stood passively. Though he tried to politely avert 
his eyes from the man's naked body, Tom couldn't help 
but admire the knight's broad shoulders, his powerful 
arms and hairy muscular chest... and the large flaccid 
cock nesting in thick, dark pubic hair.

"Shall I get you a nightshirt, my lord?"

"No. I'll be naked on a warm night like this."

"Shall I go to the yeomen's tent now to sleep, my 
lord?"

Gualter laughed. "No, Young Tom! There is still plenty 
of service that I need you to provide tonight, and your 
sleeping place will be in my bed, unless I tell you 
otherwise." He reached out and took the boy's hand, 
simultaneously pulling the boy closer to him and 
drawing Tom’s hand to the man’s crotch. "Feel my cock, 
boy. Make it stiff."

Tom hesitantly brought his hand around the man's organ, 
giving it a few tentative strokes, and looked up into 
Gualter's face as if to ask if he was doing it right.

"Keep going, boy. That's it. Make the horn of it."

Tom's hand moved faster, jacking the skin back and 
forth over the cock-head, pretending he was stroking 
his friend Bob's much-smaller dick. In a minute, the 
man's erection stood up almost 7 inches [17cm]... 
thick, dark, and veined.

"Ahhh... that's good! Now you'll get on your knees and 
learn how to suck a man's cock... and then how to take 
it in your bum."

Gualther unbuckled the boy's belt and let it drop to 
the floor. "Raise your arms up," he said, and he pulled 
the boy's tunic off, leaving him naked. Taking both of 
Tom's wrists in his hands, the man backed up a few 
steps, pulling the boy with him. He sat on the edge of 
his bed and pressed down on Tom's shoulders. "On your 
knees, page, and serve me with your mouth."

Tom had a worried look on his face. He truly had no 
idea what he was supposed to do as he stared at the 
manly erection that was now inches from his face. The 
knight's hand went behind Tom's head and pulled it 
closer, pressing his mouth against the hot, musky 
shaft.

"Suck it," he ordered in a soft but deeply resonant 
voice.

It was an order that Tom dared not refuse. He opened 
his mouth wide and took in the exposed cock-head, 
sealing his lips behind the broad ridge. Not knowing 
better, he suctioned his mouth, like a calf feeding at 
an udder. Additionally, he rested his teeth on the 
sensitive flesh as he sucked even harder.

Gualter grabbed a handful of the boy's shaggy light-
brown hair at the back of his head and pulled. The 
cock-head popped out of Tom's mouth.

"You're doing it all wrong, boy!" said the knight in an 
irritated voice. "Why couldn't you have learned the 
skill with your little friends first?" he mumbled, 
almost to himself. "Alright then; get up and we'll 
switch places. It's easer to show you than to tell 
you."

Tom didn't quite know what was happening, his senses 
still clouded from the wine. But he quickly found 
himself seated on the bed, with the 33-year-old knight 
kneeling on the ground between the boy's splayed legs.

"The first thing to remember is never to use your 
teeth, at least until you are far more skilled." The 
man's fingers lifted the boy's soft penis up, and his 
face came down to it. It smelled delightfully of the 
sea and of boy-musk.

Tom gasped as the entire shaft was enfolded in wet 
warmth. As Gualter's lips pressed against the base of 
Tom's penis, his tongue danced over the stalk, tasting 
the sea salt. Sliding his lips slowly back up, lapping 
aggressively as he went, the man felt the wonderful 
sensation of a boy's cock pulsing to erection inside 
his mouth. After running his tongue around Tom's 
shapely cock-head, Gualter slid his lips down and back 
up the shaft several times in quick succession.

"Ohhh!" moaned the boy. "My lord... it's so... it's 
so... aaahhh...." His voice trailed off in a groan of 
pleasure.

The man's mouth slid off the boy's penis, now 
completely stiff and glistening with saliva.

"I won't be demonstrating this again for your education 
after tonight, boy," said Gualter, looking into Tom's 
eyes; "so learn well this time." He ran his fingers 
over the handsome boy-boner as his other hand fondled 
the lad's sexy ball-sack. "You can pleasure me nicely 
by using your lips and tongue on just the crown of my 
cock... like this." The knight's pursed lips began a 
rapid assault on the top third of the boy's erection, 
concentrating on the ridge of the glans, while his 
tongue stimulated the tip and probed into the slit.

Tom fell back on the bed, clutching at the bedcovers, 
arching his back, and thrusting up his hips.

"But it will please me more," said Gualter, after 
lifting his face up again from his sucking, "if you can 
take it deep." He took several deep sucks, pressing his 
lips each time to the base of the cock and feeling the 
tip of the glans at the entrance to his throat. Then he 
took several more long plunges along the entire shaft 
in quick succession, not pulling off until Tom's body 
was so tense with building pleasure that it was almost 
levitating off the bed.

"Oh yes! Keep sucking me!" the boy pleaded. Then he 
instantly realized the impertinence of his demand and 
added, "That is, if it pleases you, my lord."

"It will please me, boy, for you to learn the proper 
way to suck my cock. Don't expect me to be taking it in 
my mouth again after this. It's your job to pleasure 
me, not the other way round."

"Yes, my lord," said Tom, still lying on his back and 
panting. "I'll try my best."

"Since I've gone this far, boy, I might as well finish 
what I started. Pay attention to what I do, and then 
you'll use the knowledge to pleasure my cock."

"Yes, my lord."

As Gualter let the rigid boner slide back between his 
lips, he knew that he'd be doing it again, 
notwithstanding what he'd just said. It was such a 
visceral thrill to suck off a boy! But he needed to 
trust the boy more before he'd do it regularly. Page-
boys could be terrible gossips when in each other's 
company, and Gualter's reputation might suffer. A 
knight who was away from his wife was almost expected 
to take his pleasure by fucking his page or squire, or 
having the boy suck him. But a man who enjoyed giving 
blow-jobs to boys... that was a serious negative 
reflection on his masculinity.

He couldn't help it, though... couldn't help the 
ecstasy he felt as his mouth worked methodically on the 
perfect-sized young boner... couldn't help that being 
on his knees for a boy brought him nearly as much 
pleasure as he was giving to the boy.

Sir Gualter knew the boy was close to orgasm, but he 
was determined to slow things down and make it last. As 
his ears delighted to the sounds of coos and moans 
emanating from the boy's throat, Gualter's mind drifted 
back to his own youth. He'd been sent off to Bamburgh 
Castle at age 11, after the death of his father, to 
serve as the page to a knight in the retinue of the 
Duke of Northumberland. 

He thought of how he'd been instructed in the ways of 
sexual pleasure that very first day at the castle by 
the same knight's 15-year-old squire, a "late-bloomer" 
whose cock that was no larger than Tom's here... how 
the knight had enjoyed bedding both his page and 
squire, often at the same time, when the three of them 
traveled across the Channel to fight the nearly 
continuous on-and-off war between England and France... 
and then of being assigned to teach the new 10-year-old 
page in the ways of pleasing men, when Gualter himself 
had graduated to the rank of squire.

"My lord! It's coming! I'm near to making the spurts!"

As the man's concentration snapped back to the present, 
he reached up his arms to feel the boy's body... his 
belly, his hips, his shapely butt... feeling the 
muscles tensing and straining. There was no holding it 
back, thought Gualter, so he decided to finish him off 
with quickly. He combined bobbing sucks and maximum 
stimulation by his tongue, letting the boy's cock-head 
graze along the roof of the man's mouth.

Then the first spurt... the taste of sweet boy-cum... 
and several more, as his tongue felt the little 
convulsions within the stiff penis. How he loved this! 
And how infrequently he allowed himself to do it!

There wasn't all that much spunk, as to be expected 
with a 13-year-old, but Gualter happily swallowed it 
all, stroking his own cock to supplement the psychic 
pleasure of bringing off a beautiful young boy with his 
mouth.

"Oh, thank you, my lord! Thank you!" gushed Tom as the 
two switched places. The man's erection was even 
stiffer than before, as Tom lowered his mouth over the 
glans, licking at it and moving his lips up and down 
over the ridge. He added the additional touch of 
twisting his mouth back and forth, swirling around the 
cock-head as his lips and tongue worked feverishly to 
pleasure his new master.

"That's it, boy. Polish my knob! But not so fast. Slow 
it down and make it last." Gualter's hands went to the 
boy's head and pulled his mouth down onto the cock 
more; then brought it up; then down again, a little 
deeper. "Yes; that's better. Up and down... and keep 
going with your tongue... mind your teeth, now! Yes... 
good!"

The boy was a fast learner, and eager to please, doing 
everything the man suggested, and understanding the 
message transmitted by the hands holding his head, as 
they guided the pace and penetration. But when the tip 
Gualter's cock reached Tom's throat, the boy gagged.

"Try again, boy. Take it slowly this time."

"Yes, my lord." His mouth went down again. Again he 
gagged, to the point of retching, but he kept trying, 
over and over, to take the thick phallus into his 
throat.

Gualter finally pulled back on the boy's head. "That's 
enough for now."

"I'm sorry, my lord!" Tom looked ill from fighting to 
hold down his dinner and ashamed that he had failed at 
his duty.

"You have many a night to perfect your skill, and it 
will become easier much sooner than you imagine. And 
now for another duty that is difficult at first, but 
quickly becomes easy. Get up on the bed, face down. Put 
that pillow beneath your hips to raise up your back-
side for me to bugger."

Gualter got into position behind the boy, spit on two 
fingers, and rubbed them around the tender flesh of 
Tom's virgin anus. Then he pushed them in, a bit too 
impatiently, and the boy yelped softly.

"Relax lad. My cock will hurt going it, but then you'll 
be fine."

Spitting again, he added it to the saliva already on 
his cock-head, mixing it with the fluid seeping from 
the slit. Positioning it, he thrust, trying to enter 
quickly and get it over with. The boy's hole clamped 
down tight, and he cried out like cat in heat. Gualter 
thrust again, and again failed to penetrate, eliciting 
by an even louder wail.

"Won't be any secret what's going on in my tent 
tonight, will it?" said the knight sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, my lord! I couldn't help it!"

Gualter reached down and picked up the boy's thick 
leather belt from the floor. Some masters in his 
situation might use it to beat a boy who was resisting 
his duty. But Gualter doubled it over, with the rough 
unfinished side out, and held it in front of Tom's 
face. "Bite down on this when it hurts. And by God, try 
to keep from screaming so bloody loud!"

"I'll try, my lord. Thank you!"

The knight added more spit to his fingers, probed with 
them into the boy's hole some more, and then tried 
again. With Tom far-better muffled this time, the man 
persisted in his assault until his thick cock-head 
popped through the boy's tight circle of muscle.

"Ahhh; nice!" moaned the man, as he began rocking his 
hips, pushing deeper into the wonderfully tight 
passage. If only his wife's cunt were as enjoyable to 
fuck as a page-boy's ass, he thought to himself... 
maybe he wouldn't be so eager to go off to war. 

Gualter was casually oblivious to the pain of the boy 
beneath him. Peasants are a hearty breed.

Tom was trying his utmost to do his duty. His teeth 
were clamped tight on the leather belt, and he gripped 
his fists so tightly that his fingernails dug into his 
palms. It hurt so much! Like a red-hot iron searing his 
guts! Tears streamed down his cheeks, but he was 
determined not to cry out

And then the thrusting stopped. The knight paused 
motionless above Tom's prone body, and the burning pain 
dissipated slightly, becoming more of a throbbing ache.

"I'm all the way in you, Young Tom. It gets easier for 
you from here on. And tomorrow night, when I bugger you 
again, the entry will be easier yet... and easier still 
the next night." Gualter's hands massaged the boy's 
shoulders as he spoke. "All of my pages found that they 
enjoyed this duty after a time, and you will too. Here 
we go now."

Gualter began to move his hips in a slow rhythm, making 
short strokes at first, and gradually lengthening them 
until he was fucking in an easy rhythm of long 
wonderful thrusts of his cock. Yes; the new lad is a 
good one, he thought to himself... a smooth pleasing 
ride, hot and tight... and he's so damned pretty 
besides!

As the man fucked him, Tom was finding it increasingly 
tolerable. The belt slipped from his mouth, and his 
fists unclenched. His lordship was right! It WAS 
becoming easier! 

As his hips pumped energetically into the boy's ass, 
Gualter decided to slow things down and make it last. 
Without a word, he rolled them both onto their sides 
and bent Tom's upper leg toward his chest. Yes; that 
was better, thought the man as he resumed fucking. He 
could go a nice long time in this position without 
tiring. And there was another advantage too. His hand 
went to Tom's crotch, fondling the boy's balls and 
flaccid penis. Tom's cock began to rise up in erection 
as the knight's fingers slid the boy's foreskin up and 
down in the same easy rhythm as the fuck-strokes in his 
ass.

Tom sighed, and his body trembled slightly. He was 
actually feeling some pleasure! And the man's stiff 
cock inside his rectum was no longer an implement of 
burning torture. Now he was experiencing a new 
combination of sensations that felt surprisingly good.

"You're liking it better now; eh, boy?"

"Why, yes!" Tom said enthusiastically. "Yes, my lord!"

Gualter's senses glowed with satisfaction as his rigid 
cock stroked easily inside the tight asshole and he 
spooned the boy's smooth back. Then an even more 
pleasurable thought flashed through his mind. During 
the coming military campaign (the fifth of his long 
career as a page, a squire, and a knight) this 
beautiful and compliant page-boy could be a valuable 
asset, well beyond the pleasures of their nightly 
coupling. 

Gualter could use the boy to ingratiate himself to more 
influential knights... to barons... and even to 
powerful courtiers of King Richard. It was no secret 
that as an assembled army slowly traveled, and during 
the long waits between battles when it arrived, many of 
the noblemen sought the sexual variety of bedding fresh 
boys. He already knew several high-ranking nobles and 
clerics who particularly appreciated the beauty of 
boys, and he supposed there were many more. 

The trading of pages for an evening's fun was common. 
And among those craved more intense experiences, there 
were discrete gatherings of a dozen or more men and 
their boys, late at night and fueled by wine, to 
indulge in an orgy of naked debauchery worthy of the 
emperors of ancient Rome. Working his way into such 
circles, with Tom's beauty as his ticket, would help 
him rise in status, and therefore in wealth. And beyond 
that, it would be such wonderfully damned-good fun!


The End

Note:
Most of my stories (including others in this series), 
are available in the "prolific author" list of Nifty 
Archive, under the name "Bill": 
www.nifty.org/nifty/prolific.html

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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