The Duel

The year was 1742. Drake John, a young buck of a lad, was minding his own business as he headed back from visiting the baker in town.

His family consisted of his parents and grandparents living out in the country away from the busy town life. Unfortunately for Drake he and his family lived in absolute squalor in a tiny rundown cottage far in the woods. However in recent years they had owned a small potato plot and had saved a small amount of coins to enjoy life the best they could.

Being quite a religious family they believed hard work to be rewarding wherever they could find it.

Drakes father and grandfather worked on the plot land using old rusty tools to get by with.

His mother and grandmother stitched what fabric they had and sent Drake down to the town to sell their handmade wares.

The best they could get was a shilling or two.

This saddened Drake. Saddened him so much that when he went to sell and trade the goods in town he would often use some of the money to gamble with and buy a drink at the end of the day to drown his sorrows in. Sometimes he would pay a wench to suck him off if he could afford it.

Then all that changed one rainy night. Drake was sitting in a tavern after an afternoons sell and trade had got him quite a good amount of coins that he split and used for drinks, blowjobs and the odd bet. Why shouldn’t he enjoy life even if it was at the expense of his struggling family? He would still have enough for them.

As Drake was enjoying an incredible blowjob from Katherine the gobbler, the door flew open and in stepped a hooded figure. The figure was soaking from head downwards as it made its way to the bar keep. It whispered something to the bar keep who poured not one but two tankards of what looked like beer and handed them over. The figure laid down a small silk bag and the bar keep swept it up without hesitation. The figure then looked around for a seat. It’s eyes made contact with Drake who was now delirious from Katherine’s administrations on his hard cock which leaked cum from the slit. Katherine slurped up all of it and then got up and went back to serving customers.

The figure moved swiftly over to Drake and sat down opposite him. Drake looked up and as the figure took off its hood he noticed he was staring into the face of none other than the Duke.

Drake had only seen the Duke behind magnificent golden gates. He had seen the Duke ordering gardeners to hurry up and maids to clean quicker. This man was no one to enter this type of tavern. Then again it was raining so much that possibly he did not want to get soaked in his fine clothes.

One thing Drake knew was to never mess with someone higher than yourself in status.

The Duke suddenly moved a tankard over to Drake who after a nod from the Duke picked it up and gulped it down in one go.

After he had emptied the tankard the Duke took out a pack of cards and gestured to Drake to play. Drake accepted and the two played until late into the evening.

Drake had lost every time whilst the Duke had won almost every coin Drake had to offer. Upon betting one last coin the Duke shook his head and began to get up. He looked down at Drake and laughed saying that it would be too cruel to take every coin away as he suggested Drake use it to buy another blowjob and to pay for his drink as it was all that he could afford to do.

Feeling humiliated Drake snapped and requested another game of cards to which the Duke laughed again but accepted. He joked that if Drake lost again he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of a wenchs sloppy mouth on his cock that night and would have to go home broke and saddened.

The Duke made one last effort to see that Drake would have more luck getting a blowjob than winning but Drake was determined.

The Duke looked tired and dull back at Drake then sighed and sat back down. Drake put his last shilling on the table whilst the cards were delt by the gleeful Duke.

They played back and forth and had got quite a crowd round them until the Duke laid his cards down and jeered. He had a flush. Drake looked at his cards with sadness. He placed his down. Two pair. Two rotten pair. With glee the Duke swept Drakes coin away into his pocket. However upon looking at his coin entering the Dukes pocket Drakes sharp eyes saw that a card was tucked under the Dukes right hand. It couldn’t be. It could.

Suddenly Drake stood up and with rage announced to the crowd that he knows the Duke had cheated him as there was a card hidden away and demanded his coins back.

The Duke looked here and there and then back at Drake with anger mixed with embarrassment.

Then the Duke calmed himself and with an effort jeered once more. Suddenly without thinking Drake clamped his hand on the Dukes coat arm and in seconds had cards spilling out onto the table.

Silence reigned in that tiny tavern as the crowd watched the Duke turn an angry purple face on Drake who stammered back a little. The Duke gripped the lapels of Drakes coat and declared that the only way for honour to be satisfied was that Drake would meet the Duke on Cockery Hill tomorrow at dawn for a duel. 

Without thinking Drake accepted and without another word the Duke along with the crowd left leaving Drake to now think what he had done. Out of sympathy Katherine have his cock a sloppy reception free of charge.

The next morning at dawn saw Drake and the Duke facing each other whilst a third man went about preparing swords. Upon inspection Drake noted that the swords were oddly quite blunt but still could draw blood if pressure was enabled. The Duke announced that if Drake won he would get five thousand shillings to take back. However if Drake lost the Duke would take even more and make a fool of Drake once and for all. 

The Duke picked one sword up and Drake took the other.

The men faced each other and began. Drake had little experience of swords so to begin with he was a little nervous. He could see the Duke knew this. With a jeer and a lunge the Duke slashed Drakes shirt. Drake saw a little blood trickle down but not so much to affect his fight.

Drake lunged at the Duke but missed. The Duke laughed knowing this would be a very easy duel. With another swipe he cut Drakes shirt completely off leaving Drake to expose his bare chest.

Drake didn’t know what to say.

The Duke saw Drakes confusion and told him that this was a duel of humiliation and not of death.

He told Drake that since he was shown up as a cheater in the tavern he thought he’d teach Drake a lesson back. The swords wouldn’t hurt much as they were intended to shred clothes and not people.

Drake swore but continued to slash and lunge with no success.

The Duke finished by saying that the first person left naked loses the duel.

With frustration Drake lunged again and this time struck the Dukes shirt but unfortunately it only left a slight gash on the shoulder.

With another jeer the Duke swung a blow on Drakes pants. A big gash mark was left in the front left leg.

Drake returned and successfully made a blow at the Dukes shirt making it fall off. The Duke sneered with anger and began lunging and slashing at Drakes belt. Within seconds Drake felt his pants come down leaving him in just his underwear.

The now bare chested Duke stopped to take a look at his efforts.  He was pleased with how this was turning out. Maybe too pleased as he made the mistake of lowering his sword. Drake saw an opportunity and swung down onto the Dukes pant buckle. In an instant the Duke was now the same as Drake. Both were down to their underwear.

A snarl came from the Duke and he lost all control over the duel and swung madly at Drake who covered but it was no use. The sword slashed right through his underwear. The Duke kept slashing until all of Drakes underwear lay in tatters on the ground.

After catching a breath the Duke looked on his success and cheered aloud. Drake was defeated. The Duke knew it. He knew it. Even the fully clothed third man knew it.

The Duke jeered as he casually walked up to Drake and announced that he was going to humiliate him and send him home knowing that the Duke got the best of him.

Whistling to the third guy the Duke grabbed Drake and between them they hauled him into the woods nearby, tied him bent over and spread and began lubing him up with grease.

Drake tried to wiggle but to no avail. He knew what was going to happen.

The Duke dropped his underwear revealing a huge meaty cock with smooth balls to boot.

The third man dropped his pants too and stood in front of Drake.

As the Duke rubbed his cock along Drakes exposed young ass cheeks the third man wiggled his cock into Drakes mouth.

Drake sucked and slurped as he felt the Duke begin to slide in penetrating Drakes young firm ass.

Both men spit roasted their bound prize with utter delight.

The Duke gave Drake slaps on his bum. Not too hard but hard enough for Drake to know his humiliation was happening.

The third man made Drake deepthroat his cock whilst the Duke power drove his hard slick cock in and out of Drakes gaping hole.

Suddenly Drake blacked out.

He awoke sometime later to find he was still naked but this time locked in a pillory with his ass still bent.

He looked around at the plush furnishings and noticed an assortment of stuff used for bondage. He saw an array of dildos in different shapes and sizes and colours.

The door to his left swung open and the Duke came in and gave Drake a slap on the rump and a tug of his cock.

Then looking into Drakes eyes he told Drake that his humiliation was for however the Duke wanted it to last. Which apparently was for a long time.

He then told Drake that nobody would come looking for him as the Duke had paid Drakes family the five thousand pounds and told them that Drake had and was going to be employed as a servant but conveniently missed out what type of servant he would be.

Drake was told what he would be expected to feel and experience as the Duke took down a couple of dildos and proceeded to lube them up and insert them into Drakes boy bum one at a time.

If only Drake had not pointed out the Duke as a cheater.

End