Bath of the Warrior
by Hunknown
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≈ BATH OF THE WARRIOR ≈
by Hunknown
QUICK HISTORICAL NOTE
The Knights Hospitaller of St. John of Jerusalem were a Catholic chivalry order that originally had its headquarters in Jerusalem. The members were both warriors and monks, as they took vows of obedience, poverty and celibacy. After the fall of the Kingdom of Jerusalem, they moved to Cyprus, and then to Rhodes, becoming known as the Knights Hospitaller of St. John of Rhodes. When Suleiman the Magnificent conquered Rhodes in 1522, they were forced to move to Malta, becoming the widely renown Knights of Malta. Nowadays the Order still survives as a land-less Sovereign Military Order of Malta, directly depending from the Vatican.
~ The Tongue of Italy ~
May 31st, 1522. City of Rhodes, Greece, Headquarters of the Knights Hospitaller.
The small group of Knights trotted through the huge gates in the fortified walls of Rhodes, after a long journey by sea from the Holy Land. They exchanged few words, in a mix of different languages, even resorting to Latin when they couldn’t communicate; they weren’t very talkative: none of them, deep inside, could forget that they were many more, when they sailed from Venice, almost a year before. The fight against the Infidels, in the Holy Land, was harsh and ferocious, and many of their fellow Knights lost their lives in battle or under the unspeakable tortures they were subjected to when captured. For some of them it wasn’t the first military campaign in the Holy Land, but this didn’t lessen in any way the heavy toll the battle took on them.
The group stopped in a small square, where many civilians sat at the local tavern, laughing and drinking wine. A busty innkeeper was exchanging lewd jokes with the patrons, and pretended not to notice the lustful hands occasionally fondling her bursting breasts.
Some of the Knights exchanged knowing chuckles, but a stern voice scolded them: “Are you forgetting the vows you’ve taken? Avert your gaze from Babylon and head to your Auberge!”
“I thought that Italians were hot-blooded!” – a Knight joyfully mocked him, and the Italian Knight roared “We’re monks, for God’s sake! Pray that the Grand Master doesn’t hear about your licentious behavior! Now go!”
“Aye, Captain…” – they all said, lowering their eyes, and headed to their Auberges.
The Grand Master, in his wisdom, had built several inns in Rhodes, called Auberges, one for each Tongue, so that the Knights speaking the same language could find shelter together. The Auberge d’Italie, the Inn of the Tongue of Italy, was the first one on the long Street of the Knights climbing up to the magnificent Palace of the Grand Masters, and the Italian warrior stopped there.
The Confrére Innkeeper quickly took his horse and directed the Knight to his room, upstairs. After few steps, the man opened the door to his room and believed to have a double vision, when he spotted inside two perfectly identical men, obviously twin brothers; they were in their early thirties, dark-haired and with a visible stubble covering their friendly faces. They were both wearing identical short caftans casually opened on their hairy chests and short enough to leave uncovered most of their muscular legs.
“Peace be with you” – the newcomer said in Italian, coming in – “I am Captain Rodrigo de’ Grassi, Count of…”
“No” – one of the men interjected, smiling friendly – “We need our titles of nobility and military rank in the outer world, not here. Peace be with you, Rodrigo, and welcome to the Auberge d’Italie. I’m Stefano and he’s my brother Giorgio.”
Stefano looked with reverence at Rodrigo, who was an exceptionally muscular man, apparently in his fifties, with a mass of long black hair, streaked with a touch of grey; his weathered face was crossed with countless tiny wrinkles, undoubtedly due to the unmerciful sun of the Holy Land and a scar near his right eye made his overall look somehow menacing. He was clearly a veteran in the Order, and the youngsters felt honored to have him share their lodging.
“Oh, almost forgetting…” – Stefano added, pointing to a hidden corner of the room – “The young lad over there is Akim.”
Rodrigo turned his gaze to look at Akim and gasped in alarm, seeing a dark-skinned young man wearing a caftan identical to the twins’. “A Moor!” – Rodrigo yelled, quickly drawing his dagger – “What is a Moor doing here?!”
Akim stood tall and shot a disdainful glance at Rodrigo. “Sìculo sugno!” – he said with a shrill voice that betrayed his young age, and Rodrigo shot at the twin brothers a puzzled glance.
“He’s as Italian as the three of us” – Stefano explained – “He’s from Sicily, and the few times he speaks, he mostly uses the idiom of his native sunny island; but he understands our Italian very well. The Arab domination gave to Sicily quite a large progeny of black-skinned people. Don’t be fooled by the color of his skin, nor by his young age: in the Holy Land he sent many Infidels to meet their false god.”
“Uhm… OK” – Rodrigo grunted, still doubtful, and put his dagger away. He turned around, to place his baggage on his bed, and Stefano came closer, to give him a warmer welcome; but as soon as he placed a hand on Rodrigo’s shoulder, the man reacted like a tiger, turning around and grabbing Stefano’s wrist in a steely, painful grip.
Stefano didn’t say anything, but looked straight into Rodrigo’s eyes, with a friendly, sympathetic glance, until he felt the grip on his wrist loosen and then let go. He didn’t avert his gaze and slowly placed both palms on Rodrigo’s weathered cheeks, holding his face in a soothing caress.
“I’ve been there, too, Rodrigo” – Stefano said in a serious tone tinged with sadness – “I know how you feel. How many horrors had your eyes to see that cannot be unseen? How many lifeless hands of your friends had you to let go of? How many tears had you to hide and trap behind your tightly shut eyelids?”
Rodrigo had wet eyes, realizing at what extent that younger kind man could understand and share his own pain. He opened his mouth but no sound came out.
“A Knight cannot feel fear nor cry” – Stefano went on, with a soothing tone, still looking straight at Rodrigo’s eyes – “A monk must force himself to rejoice at the death his friends, who gained their access to Paradise. Out there, this is what our vows and oaths demand from us. But you’re at home now. You are among friends, fellow countrymen, brothers. Here you are no more a nobleman, a Knight, or a monk: here you are a man, just a man. It’s time for you to let go, to drop the burden from your soul, without worrying to be judged. We are brothers.”
Rodrigo’s tried hard to hide the turmoil agitating his soul, but he couldn’t stop the mounting wave of repressed emotions. His shoulders shuddered, a tear dropped down from his eye and he flung his arms around Stefano, almost crushing him into his tight grip, while his body was shaken by restrained, silent sobs. The dam had broken, and Stefano held tight the seasoned warrior in silence, giving him all the time he needed to let everything out, all the horror, the pain, the doubts and the tears he had to repress in long years of harsh battles in a hostile, alien land.
When at long last Rodrigo recoiled, with his face streaked with tears, Stefano smiled tenderly at him. “There is an ancient tradition, here at the Auberges, called ‘The Bath of the Warrior’; when a valiant Knight comes back from the Holy Land, his brothers take care of him, soothing his soul and his body as well.”
Stefano shot a quick glance to his brother Giorgio and his friend Akim, who came closer and gently started undressing Rodrigo, with great respect, starting with his cape, the overcoat, then the chainmail, the boots, the heavy trousers and finally his undergarment.
When naked, Rodrigo instinctively covered his manly attributes, but Stefano smiled: “Your modesty does you credit, but it’s unnecessary in front of your brothers”. That said, with a swift move he unlaced his own caftan and let it fall to the floor, and the other two lads did the same. They all glanced at each other’s naked bodies, without any embarrassment, but rather with a hint of curiosity. Rodrigo had a massive muscled body, covered with a thick felt of black hair that went down to his crotch, where an impressive thick manhood rested flaccid between his legs. Stefano and Giorgio were dark-haired, too, and sported identical thick beards on their faces, but their chests and legs were covered with a thinner layer of short body hair that highlighted their wide brownish nipples. Akim was perfectly shaved and had a completely hairless body, including his crotch area, and Rodrigo wondered if it was a custom for Sicilian or Arab men to shave their private parts; for a fleeting moment he wondered if Akim used to shave his man hole, too, but immediately put that indecent curiosity out of his mind.
“Your scars speak about many grueling battles…” – Giorgio said, talking for the first time, and his voice sounded exactly like Stefano’s – “Come, we’ll take care of you”.
~ The Bath of the Warrior ~
They moved to the adjacent room, a large bathroom with high windows veiled with thin white curtains. In the middle of the stone floor there was a raised marble slab draped with soft linen. Stefano and Giorgio helped Rodrigo lie on the slab, while Akim took some buckets of warm water sitting next to a small fire in the corner.
Using the soft natural sponges that Rhodes was famous for, the three lads gently washed Rodrigo’s body. The water was pleasantly warm and scented with bergamot, and the slick soap made with olive oil that his fellow Knights used on his body gave to Rodrigo shivers of pleasure. Giorgio took care of Rodrigo’s long hair, soaping and rinsing them many times, while Stefano slowly brushed and cleaned the vast expanse of his hairy torso, down to his crotch, and then took great care in washing his impressive manhood. Akim concentrated on the legs and the feet, and when done, he pushed Rodrigo’s muscular legs up in the air, to gain access to his secluded back door.
Rodrigo stiffened in alarm when he felt Akim’s fingers getting dangerously close to his nether portal, but he relaxed when Stefano looked down at him with a comforting smile: “It’s all right, you have nothing to worry about…”
When Rodrigo was thoroughly clean, the lads toweled him off and took some scented oil. Six strong hands started caressing every inch of Rodrigo’s skin, smearing the precious oil and massaging the sore muscles.
Giorgio dove his fingertips into Rodrigo’s fierce mane, massaging the scalp with skillful circular movements, while Akim brushed his oiled hands on the powerful legs, insisting on the inner thighs, to then reach the heavy balls and roll them between his slick fingers.
Stefano dug his fingers in the thick felt covering Rodrigo’s chest, taking particular care in oiling the man’s wide nipples, that stiffened under his touch; he then went on massaging vigorously the muscled pecs, the iron abs and the huge biceps.
Rodrigo stood motionless on the slab, with his eyes closed, basking in the pleasure of the tender massage; his mind was finally at rest, the horrors of the battle were forgotten and the only things that existed for him were the six friendly, brotherly hands that were taking tender care of him. He hadn’t felt so good in ages.
He felt Akim’s respectful fingers smear some more scented oil on his manhood and his balls, to then sneak between his legs, to reach his inviolate hole. This time the finger didn’t stop out of the door, but ever so slowly sneaked inside the tight passage, bringing with it the soothing slickness of the scented oil. Out of pure instinct, Rodrigo clenched his ass muscles and shot an angry glance at Akim, but Stefano intervened: “Let him do it, my friend. Trust him, your manliness is not at stake. This special oil will preserve you from many illnesses, and your private parts must be protected even more than your outer skin.”
Rodrigo relaxed, though at first he felt very uneasy, feeling a man’s finger, and then two, caressing the insides of his most guarded place; but then, he slowly accepted the intimate pleasure that Akim’s touch was giving him. He closed again his eyes and welcomed a shiver of pleasure that ran through his spine when the fingers, that now had become three, touched him in a sensitive place he didn’t even suspect to have inside him, and then did it again, and again, gently, friendly. He was at home, he was with his brothers, he was safe. Rodrigo felt like he was floating in a cloud of wellness and relaxation.
The cautious touch of two lips on his ribs roused him from his torpor. “W… What are you doing…” – he asked to Stefano, who was gently kissing a scar on his torso. “We pay homage to your valiancy and bless your wounds” – Stefano replied with a frank smile, and started again giving tender kisses on Rodrigo’s chest, soon followed by his friends.
“Ohh…” – Rodrigo moaned, won by the unexpected tenderness of that brotherly gesture, while soft lips caressed his torso, his thighs, his arms and even his face – “You… you don’t have to… I don’t deserve it, my friends, I… OH! Holy shit!!”
Rodrigo raised his head in alarm and looked down at his own crotch, where his big member was swelling in all his glory, as stiff as a wooden pole. He tried in vain to cover the shameful erection and murmured: “I’m mortified…! I… I couldn’t control myself…! Oh! Forgive me, this is… truly, truly mortifying!”
“Why should it be mortifying reacting like a man should?” – Giorgio said with a soothing voice, looking down with smiling eyes at Rodrigo – “It’s all natural. You can’t oppose to Nature, why should you?”
Giorgio felt a burst of affection for that seasoned warrior, whose countless battles had hardened his heart and his face, suddenly giving him a shy, thankful glance, and flashing a tentative, tender smile.
“Cce beddhu sorrisu ca avi…!” – Akim said in a low voice, looking at Rodrigo, and the warrior gave a puzzled glance at Stefano. “He says you have a beautiful smile” – Stefano explained – “and I can’t agree more with him.”
“Oh, stop making fun of me!” – Rodrigo laughed out loud, climbing off the marble slab and quickly getting on his feet – “This ‘Bath of the Warrior’ made me feel a new man, I can’t thank you enough! Now we all should better put on something…”
“We’re not done, yet” – Stefano said, pulling Rodrigo by his hand out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. “We aren’t?” – Rodrigo asked, anxious to hide his erected member as soon as possible – “I’m squeaky clean and perfumed like the Grand Master himself…”
“You see” – Giorgio intervened – “the bath is an old tradition that not only aims to tribute respect to a valiant knight, but also to create a brotherly bond with him. A bond made of trust, acceptance and affection.”
“We met a couple hours ago, we know nothing about each other” – Stefano added – “but tomorrow we might be called upon to fight side by side, entrusting our own life to each other…”
“And there’s a sure way to create this brotherly bond” – Giorgio concluded, pushing with firm gentleness Rodrigo on the bed – “A way that has bound the Knights since these ancient walls were built…”
~ Deep bonds ~
Rodrigo fell on the soft bed, on his back, and stood still, watching the three lads slowly coming closer and sitting next to him on the bed, with friendly smiles on their faces. Rodrigo’s manhood had not lost a fraction of his stiffness, and now he noticed that the virile members of the other lads were coming to life, too.
“There is nothing to fear” – Stefano said in whisper, leaning on Rodrigo’s chest and kissing his nipple. “Trust us” – Giorgio added, raising Rodrigo’s legs and diving his face into the man’s odorous hole – “Offer yourself to us and we’ll offer ourselves to you”.
Akim extended a hand and curled his fingers around Rodrigo’s stiff member; he looked at it in awe and murmured: “Matre! Avi la minchia com’a nnu cavaddhu…”. Before Rodrigo could ask, Stefano chuckled, his face still sunk into Rodrigo’s hairy chest, and explained: “He says… well… that you are as endowed as a horse. Can’t say I blame him…”
“lads… no… don’t…” – Rodrigo weakly protested, overwhelmed by the many sweet and unknown sensations that were enflaming his body. A firm tongue was making love to his ass, exploring his unexplored depths, a strong manly hand was stroking his throbbing cock and his sensitive nipples were sending powerful surges of pleasure straight to his groin.
When Akim’s mouth closed around his swollen glans, Rodrigo uttered a chocked scream and started pleading: “No… stop… you can’t do this… we can’t do this…” – but the tender ministrations didn’t stop, and his neglected sexuality quickly clouded his sense. The pressure in his groin was unbearable, he felt on the verge of a dark abyss, an abyss that he swore to never explore, and moments before he was lost, he whined aloud with a broken voice: “I’m not this strong… Have mercy on me!!”
Stefano raised his head and looked straight at Rodrigo, placing a warm hand on his face: “It is not us who should have mercy on you, Rodrigo: it’s you. You, have mercy on yourself, why are you torturing yourself this way?”
“How can you ask? You took the same vows as I did!” – Rodrigo replied, panting heavily – “We’re monks!”
“But we are not priests. Our vow of celibacy forbids us to enjoy the tenderness of a woman, to take one as our wife and have children, and all the while they want us to be powerful Knights, fighting the Infidels and protect the helpless. But first and foremost we are men, and the most powerful instinct of a man, his most irrepressible need is to spread his manly seed. There’s no need to torture yourself to such an extent, Rodrigo! You can give up on anything, but you can’t stop being a man…”
Rodrigo felt his head spin. Stefano’s words were so sweet and true, a man can’t ever stop being a man, and his vows… his vows couldn’t make him renounce to the very essence of his manliness. He raised a hand and caressed Stefano’s face, diving his eyes into his: “Then let me be again a man…”
In his daze, at first Rodrigo didn’t understand what Giorgio was doing between his legs, but then he felt a rod, stiff and soft at the same time, forcing open his back door with utmost sweetness and breaking into his depths. He gasped loud, not for the pain, because there was none, but for the surprise; he shot a worried glance at Giorgio, who was kneeling between his raised legs, and he was about to stop him when he suddenly understood why he was doing that to him: he felt a connection with him, an intimacy and a strong bond with him that he never experienced with anyone!
The union of their bodies was just the visible appearance of a much deeper union, the one between their souls.
Stefano moved on the bed and knelt astride Rodrigo’s face, pointing his rigid member to his mouth: “We can be joined the same way…”
Rodrigo hesitated for a moment, just a moment, but then realized he was craving to feel, with Stefano, the same deep connection he was experiencing with Giorgio; he parted his lips and welcomed Stefano’s manhood into his mouth. He didn’t really know what to do with it, as he’d never done anything like that before, but he was a man, just like Stefano, and he instinctively found the right way to service and give pleasure to the throbbing member filling his mouth.
Suddenly he felt Akim’s warm mouth closing again around his enflamed cock, and though he couldn’t say anything, he gently thrusted his hips, to express his fond appreciation to the lad’s act of selfless devotion.
Giorgio’s manly meat was touching Rodrigo’s insides in ways that made him shiver, and he responded doubling his effort on Stefano’s member; he realized that once more the three lads were pushing him toward the abyss, but this time he wasn’t scared, this time the abyss was looking back at him with Stefano’s and Giorgio’s shining eyes.
All his powerful muscles suddenly stiffened, in the ecstasy of the orgasm, and his cock twitched and throbbed like a wild animal, to then explode in an endless fountain of pent-up male seed. Rodrigo uttered a muffled scream, chocking on Stefano’s thick member, when he felt Akim’s mouth sucking even harder on him, milking his cock of all his seed and drinking it like it was the finest nectar. Like in a dream he felt Giorgio shove his manhood as deep as he could into his fiery depths and flood him with his manly juice. And when Stefano grunted and stiffened, gushing his semen straight into Rodrigo’s mouth, the aged warrior had no doubt whatsoever, and happily feasted on the warm seed, gulping down as much of it as he could.
~ The ultimate proof of trust ~
For long moments, the only sounds that filled the air were the heavy breaths of the four men. On by one, the younger lads moved away from the bed, and Rodrigo glanced around, feeling at long last in complete peace with himself; he looked at Stefano and Giorgio and smiled tenderly at them, grateful to them for having revived that old tradition with him: he really saw now Stefano and Giorgio as his brothers, he felt like they had known each other since long ago and it seemed almost impossible that they actually met that morning.
Then Rodrigo turned his head to look at Akim, who was standing still a bit afar, and his smile vanished. No matter how hard he tried not to be led astray by his prejudices, no matter how selflessly the lad acted with him, whenever Rodrigo looked at him, he saw a Moor.
“You still don’t trust me…” – Akim said, hurt, giving up to his unintelligible Sicilian slang and speaking in an almost correct Italian, much to everyone’s surprise. Still naked, he lay on the bed next to Rodrigo’s, raised his own legs and held them up and apart with his hands, showing his hairless puckered hole to the warrior. “I see your member is not satisfied, yet” – Akim went on, shamelessly offering his most cherished treasure to the man – “I have a small frame, compared to you, and your manhood is so big, while my hole has never been touched. You could wound me deeper and more painfully than any sword, and yet I’m offering myself to you, because I trust you. My eyes are not veiled by prejudice like yours.”
Rodrigo, as a matter of fact, despite the wreaking orgasm, was still fully hard: his long neglected sexuality still demanded more attention; and the sight of the black tight hole so immodestly splayed in front of his eyes made his blood flow again through his veins. But he hesitated, as he definitely wasn’t a man who indulged in sodomitical pleasures; and anyway he didn’t trust Akim: his tone wasn’t as friendly as his words. He glanced at Stefano, unsure about what to do, but Stefano’s expression was impenetrable: that was something between Rodrigo and Akim.
“So what?” – Akim challenged Rodrigo with a firm, defiant tone – “Are you chickening out? This is your chance to hurt me, to give me what you think I deserve. I’m a Moor, after all, right?”
Rodrigo got it: the boy was just fooling him around, to take revenge for his prejudices! Of course it was so! After all, no man could really ask to have his most guarded portal split open and broken down in such a painful and humiliating way!
With a smirk, Rolando rose to the challenge, and wanted to scare the arrogant boy, to teach him a lesson. With a sudden move, he jumped on Akim’s bed, pushed hard his legs against his chest and pressed his rigid cock, still slick with saliva and scented oil, on the black lad’s clenched hole. “No man can fool me around, much less a boy! – Rodrigo roared – “You didn’t really expect me to do it, uh? Well, think better, kid!”
Akim shot a steely glance at the seasoned warrior and replied in a growl: “Take my word: if you were pressing your humongous manhood on my inviolate hole without my full consent, you’d be dead by now” – and he raised the pillow nearby, where a deadly knife was hidden.
Rodrigo got furious, mostly because he realized he was losing face in Stefano’s and Giorgio’s eyes; so he pinned down the lad’s wrists with his big hands and menacingly pressed harder his stiff cock his helpless hole: “You could soon regret your impudence! You’re right, I’m so big, and you’re so tiny, I could easily tear you apart!”
Akim was now at total mercy of the enraged warrior, but he didn’t look scared: despite the predicament he was in, his eyes shined with admiration for the aged warrior. “You could hurt me bad, I know” – he replied with a tone that exuded a deep affection – “and yet I’m entrusting you the most sacred of my possessions. I’m not your enemy, Rodrigo. We’re fellow Knights, we’re brothers. I… I’ve seen your tender smile, back in the bathroom: it was beautiful, sincere, it wasn’t the smile of a cruel man. You won’t hurt me.”
The game was over, and Rodrigo knew it. The boy was right, never in his life he could hurt him in such a hideous way, violating his intimacy with such cruelty. Rodrigo lowered his gaze, now embarrassed for having been misled by his own prejudices at such extent. He felt a burst of respect and affection for that lad, so young and yet so wise and brave, and smiled shyly: “You can read in my soul better than myself. You’re right, I can’t possibly hurt you.”
Rolando recoiled a bit, defeated, now that the tense skirmish was over, but Akim’s expression changed, as if something dear to his heart was about to be snatched from him: “Wait… Do it, Rodrigo, please. I really want it. I don’t know why I challenged you in such a stupid way, I only wanted us… to be one, like you did with Stefano and Giorgio…”
Rodrigo felt touched deep inside by Akim’s words and flashed a tender smile. He let go of Akim’s wrists and hesitantly pressed again his cock on the inviolate hole. “Are you sure?” – Rodrigo murmured, uncertain, and as an answer he felt Akim’s anal ring loosen a bit, inviting him in; he tried to be as gentle as possible, but when the wide helmet forced open the inexperienced ass, Akim let out a choked scream of pain.
Rodrigo froze and shot a contrite glance to the lad: “It can’t work, Akim… You were right, I’m just too big for you…”
“No!” – Akim said with urgency, his features contracted in a deep frown – “Just give me a moment… Just a moment to catch my breath… I’m ready… Can you feel I’m ready?”
Rodrigo felt the tight hole quiver and then relax, begging for more manly meat. The man stood still a few more moments and then pushed again his hips forward, sinking half of is tool into the warm tenderness of Akim’s hole. Another smirk of pain darkened Akim’s face, and Rodrigo faltered: “I don’t want to give you this pain, kid…”
“This is the sweetest pain I’ve ever felt” – Akim replied, and his anal ring opened up more, to finally welcome the mighty club inside him, all of it, to the hilt. Akim’s sweaty face distended in a weary smile: “You see? It was a stroll in the piazza…”
Rodrigo smiled faintly at Akim’s joke, but he knew that he was pushing him to his limit, and took extra care when he cautiously started sliding his massive member into the sensitive chute; and he soon felt heartened, looking at Akim’s tense features relaxing in an ecstatic grin, and saw his eyes shine for the excitement. With long strokes, Rodrigo’s manhood explored the most hidden recesses of Akim’s body, making him tremble and shiver for the exquisite feeling radiating from his ass.
By now Rodrigo didn’t see anymore a Moor when he looked down at Akim, he saw just a boy, a valiant young man who put what he had most sacred at stake, to prove his trust to him; a lad who bravely withstood a deep pain to prove his admiration and affection to him.
Rodrigo felt his heart about to explode for that sweet boy, and suddenly realized that another part of him was about to explode. “Hey kid…” – Rodrigo warned – “I can’t hold back much longer… Do you want me to pull out?”
“Please no…” – Akim replied, panting hard – “I want to go all the way… Give me all of you… You’re making me feel… ohh… so good… Nnnnghh… Beddha Matre! AAAAGGHHH!”
Akim trembled hard, in the throes of the pleasure, and Rodrigo couldn’t believe that the boy could’ve reached such a powerful climax without even touching himself. The mere idea that he was giving to Akim such an overwhelming pleasure made him explode, and shot a torrent of manly seed deep into Akim’s fiery depths, filling him to the brim.
They stood silent for a while, panting hard, and then Akim looked up at Rodrigo, still covering him with his huge body, and felt his heart throb inside him: he knew for sure that he would’ve followed Rodrigo in the flames of Hell, if he asked him so. And the tender smile that he saw on Rodrigo’s face told him that similar feelings were lingering in his heart. A bond had been tightened, that’s what they wanted, but neither of them expected it to be that strong.
Akim squirmed under Rodrigo, feeling the huge member slide out of his loosened ass, and he felt exhilarated to have been able to take it all, despite the tightness of his virgin ass. “Well, not bad for the first time!” – Akim joked, and Rodrigo looked suddenly embarrassed: “How do you know? Was it that obvious?”
“What…?” – Akim replied, surprised – “You mean that for you, too… was the first time?”
The shy smile that Akim loved so much appeared again on Rodrigo weathered face: “I… Well, I took my vows when I was still very young, and so far I’ve never… never done…”
“Today you gave to each other something that can be given only once in a lifetime” – Stefano said from the other side of the room, and only then Akim and Rodrigo remembered they were not alone. Giorgio laughed, happy to see such a strong bond being born between the aged warrior and the young knight: “I’d say that in living memory no Bath of the Warrior was more… effective that this one!”
“We’re truly brothers now” – Stefano added, moving to the center of the room and calling the others next to him – “And we now know we can entrust our very life to each other. Brothers!”
“Brothers!” – they all shouted happily, exchanging strong hugs and pats on the arms.
~ A bitter end, a sweet beginning ~
Their newly tightened brotherhood was soon put at severe test. In less than two weeks, Suleiman’s huge fleet laid a siege around Rhodes; there were many bloody assaults from the Ottomans, and the men of the Tongue of Italy distinguished themselves for their courage and daring. Among them, many remembered in awe, in the years to come, a seasoned warrior fighting furiously at the side of a young dark-skinned rookie, always watching each other’s back and selflessly risking their own lives to keep the battle companion safe.
But it was all in vain. By the end of December, the city was lost. Suleiman entered the city as a winner, but he was merciful and let the Knights peacefully leave the town, bringing with them their possession. So, on January 1st, 1523, a long convoy of Knights slowly exited the huge gates in the city’s fortified walls and headed South, as the North port was unusable due the massive destruction.
Stefano and Giorgio, whose valiancy in battle had been noticed by the Captains, were requested by the Grand Master himself to join his personal Guard and be the last ones to leave Rhodes. Their heartfelt goodbyes still echoed in Rodrigo’s and Akim’s ears, while they slowly rode the same horse, Akim on the front and Rodrigo on the back, following the long line of defeated Knights heading South.
For a long time neither of them said anything, lost in their own thoughts, while mindlessly followed the caravan of horsed and walking men. They were still wearing their battle uniform, as requested by the Grand Master, but that armor seemed to become heavier by the minute.
“Master…” – Akim asked at some point, breaking the silence – “When we fight the Infidels, and mercilessly kill them… do you think we’re doing the right thing?”
“What do you feel” – Rodrigo replied – “when you plunge your blade through their heart and see the life slipping through their wounds?”
“I… I feel an infinite pity for them. I wish the fight could end as soon as possible, to never happen again.”
“So do I.” – the aged warrior confessed – “So, either we are monsters, or what we do is wrong.”
“But… what about our oath as Knights, Master?”
There was a tense silence, while Rodrigo deeply pondered his answer. Then he took a deep breath and removed the leather protections from his own forearms and let them fall to the ground. “I say it’s time to break it” – Rodrigo gravely said, taking away one by one the pieces of his armor, and throwing them away, the helm, the chainmail, the heavy boots and the studded pants, until all he was wearing was his undertunic and the large cape around him.
Akim followed his example and did the same, leaving a trail of armor pieces behind them, until he, too, was wearing nothing but a thin tunic. Rodrigo covered them both with his cape and held Akim tight with a strong, protective arm, pressing his chest against the boy’s back, to share the warmth of their bodies.
Another long silence ensued, until Rodrigo broke it: “Akim, when we… when we do… what we do” – he asked cautiously, too embarrassed to even call things with their name – “…do you think we’re doing something wrong?”
“What do you feel” – Akim asked, remembering their recent conversation – “when you plunge your manliness into my depths and see me roll my eyes in ecstasy?”
“I feel an infinite peace of mind and happiness” – Rodrigo replied without hesitation – “I wish it could never end, and when it does, I long for doing it again.”
“So do I” – Akim said, feeling the master's stiffening cock pressing against his back – “So, either we are monsters, or what we do isn’t wrong.”
Shifting on the saddle, Akim impishly raised his own tunic over his waist, and did the same with Rodrigo’s; and he was rewarded by the feel of the man’s naked virility, now as hard as a rock, pressing against his lower back, hidden by anyone’s sight by the thick cape covering them. He then rose a bit on his feet and aimed the man’s rigid member to his own back door.
“Wait…” – Rodrigo said, holding the boy tighter – “What… what about our religious vows?”
“Time to break them” – Akim replied with serenity, lowering himself on the thick rod; he gasped loud, as he could never get really used to Rodrigo’s girth, but didn’t stop until every inch of the man’s huge cock was buried deep inside him.
They made sweet love, cradled by the horse’s slow walk pace; following the animal’s gentle movements, Rodrigo’s cock caressed Akim’s insides, making him writhe with pleasure. They didn’t even have to move: it was the horse that made them make exquisite love, under the veil of the ample cape, rhythmically rocking the saddle, step after step, and making Rodrigo’s manhood slide effortlessly in and out of Akim’s tender chute.
After a while, Rodrigo deviated from the main road, leaving behind the caravan of Knights; he headed to the deserted country and with his heels hinted to the horse to pace up to a lively trot. Akim had to bite his lips, not to let out too a loud moan of pleasure, bouncing harder and faster on Rodrigo’s rock-hard member; he felt delightfully owned, feeling Rodrigo’s manly meat dig deeper and deeper into him, and felt safe in Rodrigo’s protective grip. He almost didn’t dare to think it, but he felt… loved, deeply and truly loved by that aged man who had quickly become his world, his everything.
At each hop of the trotting horse, Akim was lifted, to then fall down on the stiff cock; his legs, hanging freely at the sides of the saddle, couldn’t prevent nor slow down the intense penetration. He couldn’t do anything but enjoy the rhythmical fuck that the animal’s movement forced him to get, and he felt in heaven.
Rodrigo started breathing harder, and suddenly yelled “HA! HA!”, urging the magnificent horse to a headlong gallop. He held Akim tighter, and they both started bouncing hard on the saddle. The mighty cock crashed into the boy's tender flesh over and over, relentlessly, battering his young, sensitive prostate with almost vicious pounds and breaking open his innermost defenses. At each powerful thrust of the horse’s legs, an equally powerful thrust of Rodrigo’s mighty cock took Akim’s breath away.
Each time Akim fell bodily on the rock-hard member under him a chocked scream of pleasure escaped his lips: he realized he could well hurt himself, helpless as he was under the powerful blows that broke into his sensitive hole, but the tension only heightened his pleasure. Clop-clop-clop, bam-bam-bam! Akim wasn’t sure any more he could survive the potency of that fuck that was making him delirious, but deep inside he knew that Rodrigo would’ve never let him happen anything bad.
The aged warrior reached around the boy to hold his stiff member in a tight grip. The furious gallop forced his sensitive young dick to slide through the man's calloused fingers at the same wild pace the big cock invaded his now loosened hole, and the coupled onslaught on his two most sensitive spots sent Akim in heaven.
“Beddha Maaatreeeeeee!!!” – the boy screamed out of his lungs, convulsing in a shattering orgasm, and he was about to faint for the pleasure and the joy when he heard Rodrigo grunt loud and flood his depths with buckets of warm manly seed. He actually lost consciousness for a short while, won by the wild sexual marathon he had endured, and abandoned himself in Rodrigo’s protective embrace.
After few moments, Akim opened his eyes and felt Rodrigo’s strong arm holding him tighter than ever, as if the man was afraid to lose him; they were proceeding again at a slow walk pace, and Rodrigo had pulled out his cock from him, leaving a sense of satisfied emptiness.
In the distance, Akim could discern the tall masts of the cargo ships and the wide shape of the warehouses: they were about to arrive at the South port, and suddenly Akim felt an icy doubt sneaking into his mind. “Don’t let me go, Master…” – he murmured, and Rodrigo reassured him: “I’m keeping you tight, don’t worry, I won’t let you fall off the horse”.
Akim silently shook his head, feeling a lump in his throat and said in a low voice: “Are you… going to give up on me, when you’re be back to Italy, to your life?”
“Give up on you??” – Rodrigo giggled – “And from where does this crazy idea come, kid? Never! Never in this life! It’s a promise! But you…” – he then added, in a serious tone – “you too, promise you will never leave me, Akim. I’m much older than you, and you’d deserve to live your life, without an old grumpy former Knight to take care of. But I can’t do without you, kid. Promise you won’t leave me when we’re in Italy…”
Akim turned his head to look straight at Rodrigo: “I promise” – he softly said, and then strained his neck, to receive Rodrigo’s tender kiss that sealed their mutual promise; a promise stronger than any oath and vow they'd ever taken.
Rodrigo recoiled, a bit embarrassed, and flashed once again his irresistible shy smile, the smile that never failed to make Akim’s heart throb. “Cce beddhu sorrisu ca avite!” – the dark-skinned lad sighed, and then bursts into a liberating, joyful laughter, and his silvery laughter was soon echoed by Rodrigo’s booming one.
“HA! HA!!” – Akim said aloud to the horse, tapping him with his heels, and the magnificent animal once more started a wild gallop, bringing the exhilarated man and boy toward their new life.
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