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Iron Baron
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A surf is employed by a Baron to tend to his needs. 
(MM, adult/teen, hist)

***

As an historian and college professor, I enjoy living 
in England. Old documents are always turning up in 
libraries and old monasteries. I am never at a loss for 
historical studies to publish, but it was as a cocksman 
that I was fascinated by an old diary I found in an 
alcove in a castle in Nottingham.

The diary spoke of sexual exploits, so I didn't 
announce its discovery to the college... I took it home 
for my own pleasure. I translated its Old English, and 
I found a marvelous account of cock-sucking in the 11th 
Century. 

Here it is, verbatim:

I entered the Baron's service as a youth, a stripling 
of 18. My family was wondrous poor, such that I 
indentured myself to His Grace to take a mouth from my 
father's table.

I remember my presentation to the Baron as if it were 
yesterday. As I walked down the hall to his audience 
chamber, maids and servants troubled me when I saw them 
making the sign of the cross as I passed by. "What, do 
I go to some fearful fate?" I asked, but they scampered 
away and would not answer.

I entered the audience chamber, and there sat His Grace 
Robert deBretonne, Baron of Traloney. I had seen him 
only from a distance before, always astride his horse. 
Men called him "the Iron Baron." Now, a stone's through 
away, I saw he was a mighty man, indeed. I knelt before 
him.

For a long moment he looked at me, then he bade me 
stand. He looked me up and down, and, shameless, I also 
looked back at him. What a huge man he was. He stood at 
least 18 hands high, and he looked as heavy as a bull.

In spite of the armor he wore, I could tell that 
underneath it (indeed, the lust already had begun as I 
imagined him without clothes) he was not fat, but 
rather hard with muscle. No wonder they called him the 
Iron Baron.

When he spoke, his voice was deep and rasping. "I shall 
make thee, young varlet, my body-servant. What doust 
thou think of that?"

I dropped to the ground again. "I am grateful, Your 
Grace."

"Thou shalt attend me this very night," he went on, 
"upon my return from Edward's castle." He stood up and 
left the room, dismissing me. I hurried from the hall. 
Outside, a few maids and butlers gathered around me.

"What am I to do when he calleth for me?" I asked them. 
"I have never been a body-servant before." They looked 
at each other with grim faces.

"What he will require of thee will be easy to perform, 
perhaps difficult to accept," said a butler. 
"Nonetheless, relax thee, young man. Now thy fate is as 
plain and as sure as the baron's dick." 

I was astonished by such bold language, especially in 
front of ladies, but none of them seemed offended or 
even surprised by it. "Thou shalt learn why they call 
him the Iron Baron. We have all felt of his iron," he 
added cryptically.

That made me fearful. Did he beat his servants with an 
iron rod, as I had heard some overlords did? None of 
the servants would answer me, however, and gradually 
they left me, moving back to their duties.

Worried, I wandered around the castle a bit, ending up 
in an empty room in the outer wall. "The baron's dick, 
the baron's dick." I could not get those words out of 
my mind. I felt my pike growing in my breeches as I 
thought of what a sword milord must carry. I looked out 
over the courtyard.

I saw a baron's man, one of his knights, pissing 
against a wall near the stables. I craned my head to 
watch. I loved to see a man's weapon, and this man had 
a good one.

I had never told anyone what a thrill it was for me to 
see a man's cock. Whenever I worked in the fields with 
the men of the village, and one of them stepped away to 
piss, I tried to go with him, saying I needed to piss 
as well.

I casually glanced at his John Thomas when he took it 
from his breeches. Looking at a man's member made me 
feel strange.

I never missed the opportunity to swim naked in the 
river when the village men went there. I loved the 
deliciously wicked feeling of warmth I got in my crotch 
when I saw a mans big dick swinging between his legs 
and his balls moving ponderously as he strode around 
nude.

Overcome with the lust, I rubbed my hot crotch for a 
few moments as I watched the pissing knight vent his 
yellow stream upon the wall. I pulled down my breeches 
and took out my swollen cock.

Is there a delight so exquisite as such play? I watched 
in awe as my soft, wriggling worm lifted his head in 
challenge, swelling his chest and blushing in warrior's 
excitement. As I pulled my hand back over his helmet, 
he sent great waves of delight to my aching groin, and 
I stroked him fondly. 

"Yeah, John Thomas," I whispered to him, for such I 
heard the male member called by some rude boys in the 
marketplace, "you are my one true friend who never 
betrays."

I thought of the baron's dick, the one the servants had 
spoken so grimly of. What manner of man was he?

In my fantasy, propelled by my rapidly growing frenzy, 
I dreamed of him pulling down his breeches before me, 
parading back and forth, the owner of a titanic cock so 
long it dragged upon the floor.

My mouth watered, almost as if it wanted to suck such a 
thing. I gasped. Could I do something so rude?

In answer, John Thomas grew even greater, and he sent 
jolting jabs of ecstasy through my body, overcoming me 
with waves of bliss. I lifted my head in joy, leaning 
back against the wall, and John Thomas spoke in great 
spurts of white, sticky jizm. Puddles of slimy 
degradation lay all about me on the floor, slowly 
sucking up the dust. I moved quickly out of the room. 
Let someone else explain how those puddles came to be 
there!

Outside, a page came running. "Young man, young man," 
he called, "the baron doth seek thee!" I hurried with 
him to the baron's bed chamber. The page did not enter 
with me, but stood looking at me strangely as I 
announced myself and opened the door upon the baron's 
call.

He stood there, still in the ornate armor he wore at 
the time of my presentation. "Thy first duty, my strong 
young knave," he said, "is to remove me from my armor."

I hurried to him, reaching clumsily to unfasten the 
gold-inlaid plates, not knowing what to do. "It is not 
difficult, fair youth," he growled. "I shall help thee 
this once, and thou shalt do it alone henceforth."

He showed me where the straps connected, and I loosened 
them, removing his shoulder plates. Unfastening more 
straps, I opened the body armor, and it came off him in 
two pieces.

I was so awed, I caught my breath. He heard that and 
looked at me with a strange smile. "Art thou pleased 
with what thou see?" he asked.

"Yes, Milord," I answered. "Never have I seen such a 
powerful man as thee." The armor was in the outline of 
a massive man's chest and belly. I had thought it was 
only decorative, but when it dropped away from the 
baron, I saw it was in his perfect likeness.

He wore a linen shirt under the armor, but his muscles 
were plain to see. My cock twitched.

He held out his arms for me to remove the metal guards, 
and as I did, he flexed his muscles for me. Huge slabs 
of sinew rippled under his skin. Touching him made me a 
little dizzy.

The baron looked at me sternly. "What, ho, varlet? Dost 
thou grow sporting with me, thy liege lord?"

I was stunned. What had I done? I followed his glance, 
and I saw he was staring at my crotch. Looking down, I 
saw that I had a great bone in my breeches, a bulge 
that reached out as if I concealed a capon in there. I 
immediately blushed with shame.

I saw him smile. "Young man, I take that as a 
compliment from thy youthful body to my old, decrepit 
one."

I blurted out, "Oh no, Milord, thou art anything but 
decrepit! Never have I seen such a great man as thou 
art!" I blushed again for my impudence.

He looked at me levelly. "Then continue to strip me, 
young man," he said, "and tell me what thou think when 
thou hast removed my codpiece."

His codpiece! All knights wore exaggerated metal 
canisters over their dicks. It made them look more 
virile, more powerful, more manly.

Whenever we saw them riding by, I had admired such big 
male members, but I knew that what lay within was never 
as large as its container. I was eager to take off the 
baron's codpiece, nonetheless.

I hurriedly stripped from him the other pieces of his 
armor, and I unhooked it. God in heaven, his huge was 
only a cramped quarter for his stallion's weapon.

Only on ponies had I ever seen such a cock! Gorblimey, 
it was every bit of 2 hands long, and as round as a 
wagon pole!

It stuck out, hard as iron and dangerous like a great 
catapult between his legs. It was all filigreed with 
red, and pink, and royal purple veins, knotted and 
gnarled like an ancient oak branch.

He looked at me for a long time. "Now suck it!" he 
commanded.

I looked up in dismay. "Milord, please, I have never 
done such an evil thing," I said quietly.

"Wouldst thou call jacking thyself off in my tower room 
this afternoon evil, too?" he demanded.

What? He knew? Seeing my astonishment, he said, "Beware 
what thou doest in this castle, young knave. Secret 
passages and hidden windows make private activities 
very public. Dost thou not wish to suck this great 
cock? Answer me!"

Remembering my fantasy of earlier in the day and how my 
mouth had watered for his cock, I made up my mind. As 
answer, I opened my lips and took that huge, fat, noble 
organ into my mouth! I could feel it swelling up on my 
tongue.

My first cocksucking! The dark-purple cockhead throbbed 
in my mouth. The black hole dribbled a thread of sex-
liquor.

I fell in love with it. I sucked it worshipfully, 
feeling feverish and hot.

The baron was in high spirits. He rammed his hips at my 
mouth, and I, almost choked. I relaxed my throat, 
fighting the urge to retch, and I swallowed that big 
pole until I felt his noble cock hairs, which smelled 
of sweat and that heady odor of sperm, scratching at my 
nose.

He grunted something to me, something in a pleased 
tone, and he ran his hands through my hair. I glanced 
up at the baron's face.

His eyes were closed in either agony, or ecstasy. My 
head see-sawed back and forth on his big pipe, and his 
ass cheeks hunched up with his approaching orgasm. I 
licked my tongue around his cockhead, tasting the sour 
taste of his piss and pre-cum.

The baron groaned aloud as I worked him over. Again I 
sucked his cock in deep, swallowing it down my throat.

I frigged it, too, raising up one of my hands and 
grasping that mighty truncheon. He moaned happily, as I 
pushed him over the edge.

"Aaaaannngh!" he hissed. I swallowed fast as great gobs 
of his royal sperm came shooting out. It did not taste 
bad, I thought.

I sucked for more. He gasped and panted and trembled. 
With my tongue rasping under his cockhead, on that 
magic spot, I drove him crazy and made his orgasm last 
for several minutes.

The baron finally pulled out and back away, sweating, 
exhausted.

"Naughty boy," he said, "who hath taught thee to do 
that"?

"No one, Milord, thou art the first."

"Zounds, my man, thou hast the most talented mouth I 
have ever fucked," he panted. "Here, come massage my 
dick as I enjoy the sweet afterglow of thy suckings." 
He dropped back onto his great canopied bed.

I crawled up beside him, handling his smoldering cock, 
placing occasional kisses upon it, playfully nipping it 
betimes. "Oh, God," the baron gasped, "thou art more 
than I can withstand! Help me off with these 
underclothes!"

I helped him strip off his undershirt (the little slip 
his cock had been slung in had been kicked off long 
ago). He was totally naked, not a fit sight for gentle 
people...nakedness is the root of all evil because the 
root of all evil grows hard and long at the sight of 
nakedness (thank God).

I was intoxicated by the sight of his mighty chest, his 
immense muscles, the rippled washboard of his belly. My 
root of All-Evil grew hard as a stake. He noticed.

"Do thou strip likewise," he commanded, and he helped 
me pull off all my clothes. Soon we looked at each 
other as bare as on our birthing-days.

"A truly nice cock thou hast," he murmured. "Let me 
suck from that."

To my astonishment, His Grace bent his head down and 
sucked at my cock, which was as hard as steel. I was so 
overcome with lust I blasted immediately, filling his 
mouth with my peasant's spunk.

He drank it in, then pulled away. "Cheeky youth thou 
art," he laughed, strings of my semen dribbling from 
his lips. "Now I shall take my pay."

He turned me over on my hands and knees. He reached for 
some vessel beside the bed, scooped up a handful from 
it, and slapped it against my ass. He had smeared me 
with grease of some sort.

He moved behind me, and he mounted me like a stallion. 
I felt his giant organ pushing up at my tender asshole, 
and in my aroused state, I wriggled my bum to help him 
drill it in.

I could hear him panting behind me, and in his passion 
he sucked at my ear, sticking his tongue into it, 
nibbling at my earlobe. Nothing had ever made me so hot 
and carnal as that feeling, and when with a grunt he 
punched past my tight asshole, the pain, which was 
excruciating, which made me cry out, was somehow 
lessened by the great thirsting need I had to be fucked 
by this giant of a man.

With lunge after lunge, he buried his blunt weapon in 
my gut. The more he rocked back and forth, the more 
slimy his cock became, and my pain grew less and less. 
Finally the pain was superseded by panting lust.

A great wave of warmth and sexual arousal swept over 
me, starting at my asshole, driven by the strokes of my 
liege lord, the horny warrior. Oh, God, that felt so 
good!

Finally I heard him starting his agony. "Ohhhhhh," he 
moaned, and I actually felt the fires of his 
ejaculation spreading out from his bollocks. His groin 
felt like an oven, a blacksmith's fire.

In a fever of delight, I felt his poker pumping round 
after round of searing hot semen into my ass. It boiled 
into my guts, keeping me afire.

He held his cock in me, lying against me, trembling, 
enjoying every instant of his orgasm. I squeezed my 
ass-cheeks on his cock, prolonging his ecstasy.

"ah, sweet youth, thou art everything I need," he 
panted. He fell back off me onto the bed, sweating and 
gasping. "Thou shalt sleep with me every night," he 
said. "Come here, let me kiss thee." I kissed him full 
on the mouth, tasting some of my own jizm, feeling his 
tongue exploring my mouth.

I stayed with he baron for many years, eating and 
drinking at his table, eating and drinking between his 
legs. When he was slain at the Battle of Hastings, I 
wept sore for him for many months.

Ultimately I retired to this monastery. No one could 
ever replace the Iron Baron.

***

By the time I finished reading that horny diary, I was 
so hard I knew I had to cum or go crazy. I pulled my 
hard dick out and pressed the intercom button for my 
secretary. He knows me very well.

Soon we were 69ing on the floor. For a long time we 
gently sucked one another's rock-hard shafts. Our 
bodies floated and our minds spun. Tongues lapped at 
swelling cock-heads, piss-slits pressed against cheeks 
and throats.

In the same rhythm, mouths slid up and down on slick, 
ever-hotter pipes. 

I was in heaven.

Soon I saw the lust-glaze cover his eyes, his drool 
slavering down over my dick, and I knew he was past the 
point of no return. I, too, couldn't stop.

He hunched against me for a few moments, and after one 
big lunge that slid me back so my head banged against 
the wall, he let out a long, aroused groan, and he spit 
his cum deep in my throat.

At precisely that moment, my cock jettisoned a 
marvelous load of Old English spunk, giving him back as 
good as he gave. God, it was wonderful!

Isn't it great what ancient literature can inspire?

END

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