This is a pure work of fiction that originated from me. This homoerotica is set in a fantasy world similar to the Dark Ages. It wasn’t heavily fantastical, meaning that I don’t have any plan to include dragons, etc., yet. The story is purely a creation from the author’s imagination and does not depict the author’s moral values, nor does it try to promote a certain value/s. As this world was inspired by a medieval dark age, there would be a lot of themes that might be unsuitable for certain people, such as relationships with minors, domination, slavery, and many other things that the author hasn’t envisioned. This work, by no means, aims to be historically or culturally accurate. Many events that weren’t historically accurate or impossible to happen will be allowed to happen for plot-device purposes. As such, if you find any of the themes uncomfortable, please do not hesitate to leave.
It was a normal sight for Cian to be greeted with naked bodies whenever he entered Damien’s chamber. Most of the time, he was together with his son and another person, sometimes persons, with the room reeking of sex. It wasn’t the first time Cian had stumbled on Damien and Baptiste, either. It was an interesting sight for sure, to see the muscle man holding his legs up, one time, ass perched on a chair while Damien was eating his ass from down below. Baptiste mostly did not care about Cian’s presence and only grunted whenever he saw him. That was mostly because he knew Damien would need to teach Cian.
There was an instance where Baptiste did care about being seen by Cian, and that was when they were in a 69 with Damien’s cock lodged in his throat. When Cian entered the room, Baptiste quickly pulled away the cock from inside his mouth, coughing up saliva, while Damien continued sucking on Baptiste’s huge balls.
That morning, Cian was sure Baptiste was with Damien in his room because the man wasn’t there when he passed Baptiste’s chamber during his morning patrol nor was Damien in Finnegan’s room; only Finnegan who had a less than adequate night with Karla whenever Damien wasn’t around.
So he wasn’t surprised to see Damien on all fours on his bed while Baptiste’s face was planted deep in his asscrack, also on all fours, but his knees were on the floor. He was a little bit surprised to see Mason, Damien’s son, munching on Baptiste’s hole while his hands were milking the Marshal’s cock. Only a little bit because he was aware Damien had been warming Baptiste up with Mason, and it was effortless since Baptiste already thought highly of Mason thanks to his good relationship with his son, Percival.
He must’ve been staring quite a while when Damien’s eyes caught his presence, “Oh hey, buddy! Didn’t see you there… as you can see, I am a bit busy,” The man said as he wiggled his ass on Baptiste’s face, which made Baptiste slap the ass hard.
“Ouch! I know, I know! Sorry, I forgot to tell you I have some making up to do with my best friend right here. Anyway, I hope you don’t mind if we cancel today's study session—Ouch!” Damien couldn’t finish his sentence because Baptiste spanked his ass hard while growling into the hole, “Fuck man! Mason, help your dad a bit!” Damien called out to his son, pulling his ass away from Baptiste.
Cian saw Baptiste’s face turn from red with rage to crossed eyes with mouth agape as he drooled within seconds, spits just sputtered out of his mouth.
“Ohhh!!!” He shrieked in a high-pitched voice that would put the ladies to shame as Mason drilled his tongue into Baptiste’s asshole while motorboating the meaty muscle asscheeks until it rippled like water.
Damien wasted no time in stuffing Baptiste’s open mouth with his cock, and even then, the big man didn’t stop moaning and spewing his spit all over Damien’s crotch, “Oh yeah, that’s the shit. I know you came here for the salad, but a big guy like you needs sausages to fill up all of that muscle.”
Damien entered a bliss when he bottomed out in Baptiste’s throat as the Marshal produced a deep guttural voice vibrating from his chest to the throat. From behind him, Mason pulled Baptiste’s massive arms back, pressing the bricked body and ass on his face further as his tongue penetrated deeper into the Marshall’s chute, before making the ass bounce and rock on his face. Cian got a good look at Mason’s tongue when the ass was bounced off the face for a moment, and he was amazed by how thick and hard Mason could make his tongue as well as its length.
Cian could only endure so much of the sight for so long as his cock began steeling up fast. True, he had a momentary respite after that time when Karla might’ve sucked the cum out of his cock, with plausible deniability, that day near the bank of the river. Still, Cian was an honorable man, despite never calling himself such, so knowing he might’ve betrayed his promise to Patrick and Louis by association, he felt horrible. So he never let Karla near his cock ever since.
Now, he was reaping the fruit of his decision as his balls were filling up, and another sight of Damian’s buttcheeks clenching as he drove his cock into Baptiste’s throat might flip his switch again.
“Ehem…” He finally coughed, reminding Damien of his presence.
“Oh! Right, sorry. I forgot you were there. Anyway, as you can see I am busy, but I already prepared something for you,” he said never stopping pummeling his way in and out of Baptiste’s throat, “See, I think it’s better we put some of that knowledge I taught you into practice, so I put my ear on the ground and I hear something interesting. It appears that the Western Latin Empire has intensified its activity around the Rhine, and Pepin must constantly patrol the border, chasing the Empire’s army and asserting the crown’s control over this region. He is particularly irritated because His Highness Louis decided to send a portion of our army to help MacCarthal’s campaign to unify the Eire. Even worse, he thinks someone is spying for the Latin Empire, so he doesn’t even let Baptiste handle the German border. I think it’s in your interest to build his trust in you and the Leinsters, go to his office, and offer your help. Something minuscule, maybe, you are Louis’s left hand while he is away, after all. If he acknowledges that, you’ll have an easier time moving around the court.”
“Is there anything I should know about him?”
“Pepin? He’s a hard ass and acts tough, but he is soft inside. He is the way he is because of Charles and his position as the regent. He might act stern, but he really loves his nephew. Use that to win his favor.”
Cian nodded, “Thanks. I’ll treat you to beers sometimes.”
“No worries, you’re my bud! But I’ll appreciate it if you can butter my cock up Louis’s butt if you know what I mean.”
Cian snorted and pointed at Baptiste, whose face was wet from his own saliva, mouth full of cock, and a nose full of bush, “If you can achieve that, I don’t think you need my help, buddy.”
Damien laughed, then he wrapped his legs around Baptiste’s head and pressed it with his hands to see if the head could go any deeper.
With only a nod, Cian quickly left Damien’s room.
When Cian was turning, he almost bumped into a teen, albeit probably in his last year of teenagehood; a fair-skinned and well-groomed man, his hair was short blonde with an aesthetically pleasing messy fringe at the front, he had it grown a bit. His eyes were droopy, and his nose was sharp. His lips were thin but wide, and he had prominent jowls when he smiled. Although his body was small, he was lean, aesthetically toned, and fatless.
“Hey, Buttock! Get in here!” He heard Mason call the boy.
“It’s Bouttoux, you ass!” Said the boy who must’ve been Dominique “Dom” Le Bouttoux, Baptiste’s squire. He walked in and was quickly stunned by seeing his tough mentor sucking cock while his friend, Mason, ate his ass. “Holy shit, you are not kidding!”
“Told you! Get naked!”
Dom’s clothes vanished within seconds, and he quickly settled himself beside Mason, looking hungrily at the blooming tight hole hidden between the muscle cheeks, “I can’t believe I am giving my ass just to eat his ass.”
“And to shut up that whore you knocked up. Either way, bon appétit!” Mason slammed Dom’s face onto the crack playfully, his tongue found the hole right away, and he realized that Mason had made the hole very receptive to his tongue. It trembled with a lick, and when he tried to push, it opened itself, welcoming the tongue.
Of course, Dom used that opportunity to familiarize both of his palms with Baptiste’s asshcheeks as well, alternating between clawing them roughly, massaging his face with the muscle mounds, and, his favorite, spanking the shit out of the ass, not literally, he hoped. He had enough dealing with Baptiste’s literal shit. He did not hold himself back. Baptiste never did when he spanked Dom after all.
Baptiste didn’t seem to be aware that the tongue in his ass was no longer Mason’s, not like he registered when Damien pulled him off his cock, and slammed his head back into his son’s cock instead.
Within the next few minutes, both cock were stretching his mouth wide, and kept going further. That was Cian’s sign to leave before he couldn’t stop himself from joining the party.
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Cian found his way in front of Pepin’s office when the man was preparing to leave.
“Going somewhere?” Cian asked, announcing his presence to the man who merely glanced at him before stamping papers on the table with the crown’s seal.
“Yes. If you want to bother someone, I suggest you look for someone else,” He said before looking at Cian curiously, “Don’t you have some education to do with Damien or whatever it is that you do that Louis arranged for you?”
Pepin didn’t even wait for an answer as he continued brisking around the room, collecting papers. Cian also found the question curious since, as far as he knew, only a couple of people knew about his study, and Pepin wasn’t one of them. But then again, the man was a resourceful regent, so it wasn’t a surprise that he knew. Not that they tried to make it a top secret in the first place.
“That’s right, but reading books and listening to gossip all day makes my ass sore, so he suggested a more hands-on approach, so to speak, and I heard you need a little bit of a hand.”
“Whatever I have on my hands is neither Damien’s business nor yours. However, you are correct, my hands are full and I don’t have time to babysit you when Damien is busy partying in the morning or having a hangover, so go bother someone else.”
“I think a smart man like you would’ve already figured out Louis left me behind to be his eyes and ears while he’s gone. So whatever doubt you have with me is, as your folks love to say, unfounded. How should I explain you running around off to the countryside refusing help from the Crown as if you are afraid to be seen?”
Pepin stopped in his tracks and then said to Cian, without any hostility in his voice, matter-of-factly, “Then just say what you see, me running around taking care of fire, making sure it doesn’t burn the whole vine as I always did back when his father was alive, and now him. If he is dissatisfied with that, he could have one of his newly acquainted paramours be the next regent, and we’ll see how that works for him. Who knows, he might’ve brought new ones from Rome. Maybe those eyes and ears would’ve learned to send people to see where I was going instead of wasting my time. Now, if you’re done being an idiot, I have matters to attend to.”
As Pepin was passing Cian on his way out of the room, Cian quickly seized him, grasped both of his hands and locked them behind the man’s back with his free hand around Pepin’s mouth, “Listen, you stuck up little cunthole, I don’t have much patience these days so here how we’ll do it. You tell me how I can help Louis. I’ll let you speak, but if the words that come out of that shitty mouth of yours ain’t something I like, we’ll go to whatever you’re going to go with my dick up your ass, you hear me?”
Pepin looked at Cian confounded as he had expected, accustomed to more respect and decorum from the people around him. This kind of approach was something that he definitely didn’t expect to receive, yet the unfamiliarity of the situation worked in Cian’s favor.
When Pepin nodded, Cian let go of his hand around his mouth, but he pressed his hard-covered cock on Pepin’s ass to emphasize his point.
“The spy is a delicate matter,” Pepin said as Cian humped his ass, “so I cannot hand this matter to you, or we’ll never catch the spy.”
Cian quickly bent Pepin’s body at 90 degrees and swung his palm hard on his ass, making the man welp, “Do you think I am kidding, boy?”
“No! If you’d let me finish—Agh!” He let out another yelp as Cian delivered another slap, and then another.
“Speak, cunt.” Cian said after letting the burns on Pepin’s ass subsided.
“There is another matter that I need to take care of; you may help with that.”
“I am listening, and it better be something I love to hear.”
“I got reports from Albert Bouchard that someone from the Watch has some underside dealing with some merchants, getting paid to bully other merchants while protecting those who paid, as well as approving some unlawful merchants to get inside the city. I suspect the spy uses this as a channel to send words to the Latin Empire. I am sure Damien already told you how sneaky the Andres are. I am sure they knew about this. They will deny it, of course, but make sure they know the Crown will not tolerate it.”
“What about the bullying and the corruption?”
“It’s not the first time it happened, and the Crown isn’t entirely blind to it. As you can see, the Andres is a merchant family turned nobility and the main clothes sellers for both peasants and nobles. They buy every single cotton and wool from the farmers to be turned into fabrics, which are later sold as clothes. Ever since Timothy was seated in the office, they have unjustly fined their rival, eventually eliminating them. Their goods are also well-liked by the nobles, so they have good connections. Louis’s decision to favor the Arab merchant instead of their heir, Timothy, during the last hearing has already slighted them enough. I couldn’t risk having a powerful family working against the Crown. We also can’t make them ruin the peasants' lives since they are monopolizing cotton farming. So propose a compromise, tell them to stay off small fabric makers who sell their products outside the main market.”
Cian gave it a thought for a minute, it was after all less than what he expected, but at the same time, he knew he shouldn’t push Pepin too much, “That’s not so hard, is it, sweetheart?” Cian finally said as he pulled Pepin’s body straight up.
Pepin was heaving, his face was red, which other people would assume from anger after the humiliation he suffered, but Cian knew better. He never knew how much alike both the uncle and the nephew were.
Although Pepin did try to awkwardly hide his growing hard-on, which was hard to see thanks to his trousers, Cian caught sight of it nonetheless.
“What are you doing, let me—hmpph!” Pepin yelped when he felt a palm grasping his balls, “What are you doing!?”
Cian reached in between Pepin’s legs and grabbed the man’s balls, not hard, but still gave them enough pressure to make a sensation and assert control. He let go of Pepin’s hands, then went for Pepin’s face as he guided them to face him. He smirked when he saw Pepin’s even redder face looking at him like he was about to rip his face off, but he saw something deep within those eyes. A desire that made Pepin’s heart beat so fast that Cian could hear it.
“What do you think you’re doing!?” Pepin growled when he saw Cian’s face come closer, the last thing he saw before was soft flesh on his mouth, biting his lower lips, with its tongue seeking entry, and even then, Pepin could tell the man was still smirking.
Pepin wanted to refuse, or he thought he could, but Cian wasn’t just holding his balls; his palm was big enough that his thumb could reach behind and claw Pepin’s ass while the rest of the palm tugged on his balls. Without him realizing it, he let Cian’s tongue and all of his spit into his mouth.
He didn’t know for how long or how much Cian had fed him his spit, but when Cian retracted his mouth, Pepin thought he wouldn’t need to drink for the whole day. He didn’t say anything after, only breathing hard, trying to catch his breath back.
Cian, on the other hand, was still smirking, his body close to Pepin.
“I hope you can see now that I care a lot about Louis.”
“How is that supposed—whatever! Just get out already!”
Cian held up his arms, but he did walk out of the room, smirking all the way, leaving Pepin still catching his breath.
He went straight to the Watch Office, one of the biggest buildings near the town square in Paris, situated aptly near the main market. He was greeted right away by a massive buzz-cut black haired hunk with a short, boxed, and thinly shaved beard. He was wearing a large tunic that barely could wrap around his massive upper body, while his equally muscular legs were wearing one-size-lower trousers that accentuated his fit and large ass as well as his thighs. The man was wiping the sweat on his head freshly from training when Cian arrived, revealing a very smooth and jacked body. To say his bulge was also pronounced would be an understatement, as nothing could hide the 7” snake extended to his left leg horizontally like a belt below a waist belt. Cian could see the entire cock, from the glans, the shaft, to the veins, and even his egg-sized balls were wrapped tightly, and separated somewhat comically, on each thigh by the trousers. That man might as well not be wearing anything.
“Albert Bouchard, my Lord,” The man said, offering his hand, somewhat reluctant to call Cian a lord, “you must be the representative we have been notified for the inspection.”
Cian was amazed by Pepin's quick thinking. A Crown inspector would surely have given Cian the gravitas he needed to command respect from these people.
“I am not your lord. Call me Cian. I see I caught you at a bad time. Or maybe a good one judging from the size of that pouch.”
“I know you’re a Sir and a commander, I was at your accolade when the Emperor dubbed you.” Albert chuckled as they shook hands, “I was training, getting a good pump myself while we’re at it. Always make the old snake stir afterward. The Lady at home likes me in these trousers, but as you can see, they get stretched too much whenever I am done training.”
Damien had taught Cian about Albert Bouchard and his love for his wife, despite his wife not so not-so-pristine reputation; the only thing that might be bigger than his love for his wife, Damien noted, was his obsession with the idea of Chivalry. And he had to say, despite his age, Albert was looking really good and fresh.
“The Chief is currently busy with his important duty, so he has me escort you.”
It came to Cian’s attention that the letter Pepin sent had described his affair as a proper inspection; it became staggeringly obvious when he toured the building while Albert tried to talk up the state of their affairs all the way, from cleanliness to discipline. Perhaps it was Pepin’s way to get back at him, but maybe it was also his way of helping Cian to be the eyes and ears for Louis. Albert shouted at one of the guys who had a messy table and told the man to clean it up, and then apologized to Cian, assuring him that the “recruit” would be severely reprimanded.
He was guided to what he presumed was a training ground, a stone-paved open field with the facilities clearly for free-time training and not for extensive muscle-building, when he was introduced to another hunk.
He was a blonde-haired hunk with a strikingly handsome, masculine face fit for his shirtless, stocky build. His blonde hair was short and spiky, and he had two beautiful blue eyes. His beard was also short boxed, but if Albert was shaved neatly, his beard had overgrown a bit. His shirtless body was stocky, although not as toned as Albert's or as well-defined.
“Sir Cian, this is my son, Frank Bouchard.”
As they shook hands, Cian studied the handsome face and understood right away that there was no hiding that Frank was not Albert’s son, other than the hair. Obviously, aside from Frank being blonde and Albert being black-haired, Frank was also more handsome than Albert, with no resemblance to the “father” at all; they had nothing in common other than their demeanor and possibly their body shape.
They exchanged pleasantries, a skill which Cian had slowly developed, before he asked, “Is this the only way for you to train? A bunch of sacks and training dummies?”
Albert’s eyes lit up in excitement as he said ruefully, “Sadly, it is all the office could muster. I tried to ask our Chief to order new equipment for us from the smith, we need to keep our body in shape to fight criminals after all, but he said that would require extra funding from the Crown, sir.”
Cian could tell Albert tried to hide the bale in his tone when he talked about the Chief, but his son Frank did not hold himself from showing his disdain.
“We don’t even know where the last funding went!”
“I am sure he put it to good use; he is the Chief, so he must have the interest of the office in his mind.”
“You know he doesn’t! He only cares about making more money for his family! Inspector, I tell you that man is—”
“Shut it, Frank!” Albert said sternly, then looked genuinely apologetic as he said, “My apologies, Inspector. We always respect authority, I promise you. My son only has the best intentions in his heart.”
Cian waved his hand reassuringly, “You have good reason, I’ll make sure the Crown hears your concern.”
Both the father and son looked more than pleased, which his horny balls thought made them look cute.
“Good, now let’s get to the physical inspection,” Cian said suddenly, making the two men look at him confused.
“Physical inspection?”
“Yep, that’s why they send me, the Commander of the Royal Army, for the inspection. Besides, it’ll help to convince the Crown to know the equipment will be of great use with great results.”
“I see. Do you need me to round up everyone, Sir?”
“No need, you two are just enough.”
“My son’s shift won’t be until midnight, and the Chief has excused me for the rest of the day to accompany you. Tell us what we need to do.”
Cian felt his cock getting hard. aA first, he was merely trying to see how far he could push his boundaries with these people, but given the opportunity, he started to see why Damien loved to manipulate people into sucking his cock. Perhaps Damien did it because that’s the only way he got to make the more powerful men bend to his will, as he certainly couldn’t do it physically. But Cian had tasted both, and he could say, leading people to do something was better than forcing them to it.
“Strip to your skin.”
Albert and Frank were taken by surprise. “Here?”
“Of course. Now they all can see the fine specimens in the City Watch, which might make the criminals passing by think twice before committing crimes. You both are not shy, are you?”
Albert’s defense broke away at the simple compliment, he said, somewhat more relaxed, “I always thought it was improper to be naked in public. But I knew the drill regime now requires the army to train naked all the time, good for the muscles, I heard. I always want to try it, guess I was afraid to blind the passerby with my snake, hahaha.”
Seeing his dad start to shed his clothing, Frank also relaxed and quickly stripped his own trousers. Some of the men who were training stopped to whistle at them. Frank gave them the bird before posing with his hands on his waist.
Both of them were smooth from the neck down, with Albert being tanner while Frank was as white as a lily.
“Good. Now, the proper inspection begins. Straighten up your bodies!” Cian commanded with a sudden turn of voice.
The authoritative tone switched a button in both Albert and Frank’s brains as they quickly stood firm, looking ahead, and Albert’s jovial demeanor turned serious.
Cian walked around them, nodding his head appreciatively; his hands caressed the muscular body as he circled them, he touched their pecs and pinched the nipples lightly, grabbed their biceps and triceps, giving them a gentle pressure to test the firmness, and he gave the back a quick massage from the shoulders to the waist.
“Flex!” He commanded once he returned to the front of them.
Both Albert and Frank quickly strike a few poses, flexing their arms, back, chest, and abs. Their lats spread like wings, and they let Cian’s hands roam their bodies.
“Woof! Look at this muscle! At ease, boys!” Cian clapped; both Albert and Frank had their chest up from the compliment. “With these bodies, you can keep this town safe for sure. But the Emperor needs his men not just strong physically, but they need to be virile as well!”
Albert choked on his breath when Cian suddenly caught and squeezed his balls, “What do you think? Are these balls virile enough for the Crown and the equipment? Just a little bit of a squeeze and you’ll already be losing your breath, boy. I think not.”
Albert was silent; his mouth moved like he was about to answer, but he decided against it.
“Answer me!”
“Yes, Sir! I have six sons, Sir!”
“Six healthy sons, all with muscles as big as their dad, I heard. You must be proud.”
“Very, Sir!”
Cian then turned to Frank, who maintained both his posture and stoic expression, and stood right in front of his face, “Turn around and hold your knees!”
Cian whistled at the sight of the phat ass, it was the largest he had ever seen, even bigger than Baptiste’s. Not only was it massive, it was also voluptuous and mouth-watering. Cian could see the crack was covered by a very light dusting of blonde hair, but otherwise, the tight brown hole created a nice contrast with the milky white skin.
He squatted behind him, face touching the cold and squishy asscheek, as his hands grabbed one of the calves. He massaged the calves, gently, measuring as well as appreciating the firm muscle. His nose inhaled the intoxicating male musk as his hands worked their way up the legs to the strong thighs. He, then, gave some distance between his face and the ass, not too far, grabbing the asscheeks that were overflowing out of his hands, and pried it open. He could feel Frank’s body tensing a bit, yet he still maintained the posture as Cian looked at the little star appreciatively.
“Hold your asscheeks and let me see your pussy clearly, boy!” Cian commanded as he stood.
Frank hesitated a bit at Cian calling his asshole a pussy, but he did what was said without a single question. He gasped when he felt something penetrate his asshole.
“What’s wrong, boy? I see your legs buckle, you can’t handle a finger?”
Frank grunted, but he steeled his legs firm.
Cian chuckled as he worked his finger into the tight ass, asking, “You ever had anything up there, boy?”
Frank was a bit hesitant from the intrusive question, but he was his dad's favorite and was trained personally and indoctrinated about obeying authority and chivalry. He answered, somewhat quietly still, “Former Knight-commander Pontikos… Sir.”
“That 2” dick? You might as well be a virgin.” Cian jest.
He worked the whole for another minute before pulling out. He was about to have his turn with Albert when a young officer approached them, startled at the sight.
“Umm.. the, the Chief is ready to welcome the Crown Inspector, and you are to follow as well, Sir.” The man stammered as he spoke, but he deference in his voice was clear when he told Albert to follow Cian.
“Wait, let me put on my clothes again,” Albert said.
“No need, Sir. The chief said you won’t be needing it.”
Albert raised his eyebrows, more cautiously and suspiciously than in confusion. Even Frank became tense at the order, but was calmed down by Albert with a nod.
Both of them walked to the Chief’s office, Albert unknowingly found a great aplomb within his nudity. He might not smile, but the way he strutted across the building could not hide his pride even if he did not intend to. His strut, however, abruptly came to a halt when he entered the office.
There in front of the Chief’s table, his third son, recently accepted into the Watch, stood as naked as his own dad; behind him was the City Watch Cian had seen during the trial with the Muhammadan merchant; same twunk leaned and toned body, only the wavy auburn hair had grown past his ears, fully clothed.
Cian had to admit, Albert’s third son was a looker in his own league. The 20-year-old man was also very handsome European-looking with his big nose and downturned black eyes. He had a well-defined muscle, but in a thin frame, unlike his father and older brother much stockier. Although his pecs were small, they were very toned. Being bound the way he was also showcased how wide and muscular his shoulders were, and his arms had been stretched for long enough, it began reddening with its veins convulsing. The handsome man didn’t look like Albert at all, but Cian did hear he looked closer to his mother, albeit in a more masculine way.
Jonathan’s surprised look when he saw Albert gave Cian a pause; it was what you would expect from a surprised look, yet it felt disingenuous. It was nothing sinister and more mischievous in nature, yet Cian couldn’t help but feel something was amiss.
“Wait, you promised not to tell my father!” The man exclaimed, without any exaggerated gesture, all perfectly poised and well acted.
“That was for the first offence. And this is not even your second offence, but this one is so dire that the Crown is now looking at us,” He said somewhat jovially, then pointed at Cian, “Look at the man there, he’s the Crown inspector!”
“Fuck! I am so screwed!” He looked at Albert with pleading puppy eyes, which made Albert give out an exasperated sigh. From the look of it, it wasn’t the first time Jon was in trouble, and it wasn’t the first time Albert had bailed him out as well.
Cian noted, Albert might not be as clean as everyone thought he was.
“What did you do this time, you stupid son of mine!?”
“Let me explain,” Timothy stepped forward, “Your son had been caught in collusion with German spies who had been reporting sensitive information to the Western Emperor.”
“I thought they were honest merchants!” Jon exclaimed.
“Well, that is to be decided. Of course, if you are found guilty, it would be quite embarrassing and damning for a mere recruit to be charged with treason. I am sure you do know what we do to traitors, Sir Albert?”
Albert’s tanned face went pale within a second. “There must be a way…”
“There is, in fact, a way. After all, Jon here was not supposed to be stationed where he was since he hadn’t been properly trained as a recruit. And I assume, you are the one responsible for that, right, Albert?”
Albert was confused, and he looked at Cian nervously before saying, “It was… my son, Frank…”
Timothy wagged his finger around, clicking his tongue, “No, no, no… You misunderstood. ‘You’ did that.”
He walked to Albert and grazed his fingertip across Albert’s sizeable manboobs and stopped at one of the nipples, “You told me once, my alleged corruption will put me one foot closer to jail. Well, it did get someone’s foot. So here is my offer, your son’s foot up the gallows or,” Timothy reached in between Albert’s legs and pushed his middle finger up Albert’s hole without a warning, making the man gasp, “My cock up your ass?”
Albert grimaced, but all he did was look at his son and then Cian.
“Don’t worry, I’ll offer the Crown everything the Regent demanded me to do, I am sure they won’t object to that?”
Cian was surprised, but his main mission was to strike a deal first and foremost, and so far, it had gone swimmingly.
Albert gave out another loud and defeated sigh as he resigned to his fate, but when he opened his mouth, Timothy pulled his finger out of his ass and stuck it inside his mouth.
“No, no, no. If you want to agree, what I want you to do is,” Timothy sweep everything on his table making them fall to the floor, “Get your fat ass up here, bend over, and spread your cheeks, and say, ‘please, give the Bouchard another blonde Andre bastard.’”
Cian watched as the veins in Albert’s neck moved and almost popped in a span of a second; the man’s face darkened at Timothy’s jab that had clearly hit a nerve. Still, he did not say anything and instead walked over to the table. His pecs jiggled as he walked, somewhat stiffly, and when he passed Timothy, the man gave his ass a loud spank and made it ripple. He rested his stomach and reached to his ass, spreading his asscheeks apart.
His tight little pink star winked in anticipation as Timothy whispered.
“Go on, cunt. Say the magic word and I’ll let your son out.”
It took Albert a second, but he did say through gritted teeth, “Please, sir, bless my family with another blonde Andre bastard in my womb.”
Cian was surprised at how dedicated Albert was to his job, even as he humiliated himself, he did so in a fashion that would give him a high mark in performance.
“You’re off the hook, boy,” Timothy said to Jon, who couldn’t have been more than 5 years younger than Timothy himself.
Cian watched as Jon put on his clothes, and at one point, their eyes met. Jon smirked and blew Cian a kiss before swaggering his way out of the room. As he left, Cian had a weird feeling that it wouldn’t be the last time he saw him. He returned his gaze to Timothy, who had tucked his trousers under his balls and was lightly teasing Albert’s hole with the tip of his dick.
He spat at the hole, making Albert flinch, “I am so generous to have let you have a spit as a lube, but that’s all you got. You’re a big and strong man, I am sure you can handle a bit of pain.”
Albert’s muscles tensed as Timothy began pushing his cockhead into the hole. When the head finally penetrated the virgin muscle hole, Albert let out a somewhat relieved groan.
“That’s right, baby. Moan for me. Moan for your man as he puts his babies inside you.” Timothy said as he pushed his hips lightly in and out of Albert’s ass, inching deeper with each thrust. Timothy lowered his head and bit down on Albert’s wide shoulder, and his hands roamed around the massive pecs, pinching the nipples, while his cock worked Albert’s ass.
Other than groaning here and there, Albert refused to give Timothy any other response to satisfy the man, yet Timothy kept running his mouth with “I’m going to make you my woman just like my dad made one out of your wife” or something to that effect.
“Ohh!!!” Albert finally moaned loudly once Timothy hit something inside his ass, and he felt a pleasure that he had never known existed. He reflexively arched his back and spread his legs open even more.
“Yeah? Now we’re talking!” Timothy got even more enthusiastic when he saw Albert’s reaction and pounded even harder, “You like that? You like my cock fucking the shit out of you?”
Albert moaned louder, but he refused to answer.
Timothy suddenly stopped and laughed when Albert let out a loud, disappointed sigh. When Albert tried to look back, Timothy slapped his face before lifting the butt higher on the table. He then climbed the table, squatting as he aimed his 6” cock above Albert’s hole.
“It’s time to teach you a lesson in respect!” Timothy rammed his entire cock to the root and pulled Albert’s arms until his body bent back, “When your man is asking a question, YOU! FUCKING! REPLY!”
Timothy pulled back and rammed the entire cock back in a rapid succession as he talked. His hands reached forward to Albert’s strong neck and choked him without stopping, riding the bronco.
Cian watched as Albert’s massive legs flailed around with their toes curling, before he finally heard the man say, “Yes… Yes! Yes!”
“What’s that, cunt!?”
“I like it, Sir!” Albert said as he lifted his butt, trying to meet Timothy’s pounding
“What do you like!?”
“Your cock! I love your cock pounding the shit out of me!!!”
“Yeah, you want me to put a baby inside you!? Like my dad put his baby inside your wife?” Timothy pushed Albert even more.
This time, however, Albert replied without hesitation, “Please! Give me another beautiful son that I could never give my wife! Knock me up!”
Cian watched as Albert’s legs went up, toes curled even more, touching Timothy’s legs from the pleasure as Timothy pounded even harder.
“Say it! Say Frank is a bastard and you’re a sub cuck!”
“Frank is a bastard, and I am a cuck!”
“Louder!” Timothy let his one hand go from choking Albert’s neck to spank his ass.
Albert repeated louder, and when Timothy demanded, he screamed even louder with another spank. Timothy kept going until Albert repeated the sentence without even needing Timothy to demand it.
His sentence went from an order, a commanded recital, to a realization, before finally a proclamation. With each spank and shout, Albert moved his hips, meeting the pounding even faster, and his voice got louder; so loud that there was no doubt the entire building had heard what Albert was saying.
Cian was fascinated by how Timothy’s thrusts got even faster instead of stopping, and their hips slamming against each other, creating a wet, sloppy sound that got so loud Cian was sure could be heard alongside Albert’s proclamation of his cuckoldry.
It got even faster until Albert’s body suddenly tensed and shuddered, and he shouted, almost shrieked, “I am a fucking cuck! A SUB FUCKING CUCK!”
Cian would not be surprised if the entire town could hear that last one.
Timothy, who felt the flesh around his cock suddenly tightening like it was trying to crush his dick, rutted his dick even faster on the gripping sweet muscle hole. He cummed and gave a few last long strokes, coating Albert’s hole with his cum from the gate to the deep chasm before slamming his entire cock home.
He rested his body on Albert’s massive frame, their body drenched in sweat as they heaved for air.
Again, as if trying to show his massive stamina tank, Timothy quickly rose up and disengaged his cock from Albert’s hole, which came out with a loud plop. As soon as the cock plugged out, Albert groaned as a massive amount of cum burst out of the hole, showing that his stamina tank wasn’t the only one that was massive.
Cian wondered if the guy stored all of his cum in one ball and stamina in the other, as he looked at the two massive-sized crown jewels.
Timothy nodded his head appreciatively when he saw his cum pouring out of the hole on the floor. He then walked around the table and shoved his cock into Albert’s mouth, stopping his groans. He knew that Albert wasn’t experienced in the art of cock cleaning, so, being the good chief that he was, he used Albert’s head and moved it around, polishing his cock from the knob to the hilt.
Once he was done, Timothy wiped the dust from his palm on Albert’s hair and said with a cheerful voice, “With that out of the way, let’s talk about your punishment.”
Albert lifted his head to look at Timothy weakly, as if saying, “That wasn’t the punishment?” He did not complain as his body was still spent, and he hadn’t even moved from his position on top of the table.
Timothy continued, “Sir Albert Bouchard has quite an achievement to his name, surely the Crown wouldn’t look past that. This mishap, no matter how dire, was a result of negligence under my care, so I have come up with an idea of a punishment that I hope the Crown would find sufficient. The punishment I think appropriate is a temporary change in duty, you are no longer in charge of patrol, instead you will be in charge of our men’s relief.”
Albert looked at Timothy, unsure of what the man meant.
“You are to be their relieving post, that is to say, you’ll drink their piss from day to another day, for 6 months. Of course, you are no longer permitted any clothing, let alone armor; you don’t see chamberpot wearing any clothes after all. I think this is the most appropriate punishment, and I promise to review our work following the Regent’s recommendation to the letter. I hope the Crown investigator will find my offer good enough. This way, hopefully, this incident will not break the good relationship the Crown has with the City Watch and House Andre.” Timothy’s peculiar tone when he said his house name did not go unnoticed by Cian.
Albert’s face darkened as Timothy continued speaking, yet he knew better than to complain when his son’s life was on the line.
Cian, however, was a lot more thoughtful. Of course, Timothy doing what the crown wanted could only mean good things for the Crown, but the fact that he gave them essentially without payment made him suspicious. What he did was basically banish Albert, who, as far as Cian knew, was the one keeping an eye on Timothy; it furthered Cian’s suspicion.
“I don’t.” Cian finally said, much to Timothy's surprise.
Timothy raised his brows, but was silent. He did not expect that from what he thought was just another Crown puppet. Even Albert looked back at Cian with worry.
“The Crown acknowledges the fact that this problem happened because Sir Albert had exploited his position, but the Crown rejects the punishment. I don’t think the punishment would serve anything beneficial for Sir Albert as an upstanding noble to be humiliated for his own son’s mistake. So, I think he should be re-educated and disciplined again, and who better to do that than the Chief himself? So, the Crown demands that Sir Albert Bouchard be reinstated as the Chief’s squire for 6 months for reeducation about his duty as the watch.”
Timothy’s smile faded from his face. He knew exactly that Cian was trying to put a spy on him, but he also knew his hand was tied. The letter the Regent sent clearly showed a degree of trust being put in the Leinster man they sent, so his next move was limited.
In the end, he smiled again and walked to Cian with an extended hand, “Deal!” He said when Cian shook his hand back.
“I am sure the Crown will be happy to hear that the City Watch remains loyal to the Crown and wishes nothing but safety and security for the people! And I am sure Lord Bouchard will learn a lot more from you.”
Timothy scoffed as he turned to Albert with a wicked, “Oh, he will learn, and we’ll be using his favorite way of learning, pederastry.” He spanked Albert’s huge muscle ass, “Maybe I’ll have you bounce on my cock together while your son’s Samuel, bounced on Chris? Sounds like a date, yeah? Maybe you can learn a thing or two about butt-fucking from your son.”
The trash talk got Timothy’s cock hard again, and he pushed his cock inside Albert’s tender ass for another round.
Cian shook his head. Somehow, he doubted Timothy would finish after another round. Instead, he walked out and saw Frank’s face darken as the whole building went silent, with only Albert’s voice telling Timothy to knock him with another blonde bastard ringing across the building. He went back to the palace and reported his findings to Pepin, who barely acknowledged him, as the man quickly rode away with a small army behind him.
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When he returned to Damien’s chamber, peeking from the window, he saw the handsome twunk Dom was being sandwiched by Baptiste under him and Damien on his back in a double penetration, while behind him, Mason was pushing for a third cock. He was sure Dom would’ve screamed if he didn’t have Baptiste’s four fingers inside his mouth, choking his messy face.
“You think you can just get your finger inside my ass, boy!? A fucking squire! Let’s see how your hole handles 3 cocks,” he heard Baptiste scream.
Cian dropped his trousers and kneeled high enough that his eyes were above the windowsill. Like a pervert, he jerked himself to completion.
Author Notes:
Hello! I am back! I know, I know, I did say I was going to publish more frequently, and ended up slacking on the update yet again, and I am very sorry for that.
That being said, I do hope you enjoy this chapter, and the chapter that will follow shortly after this one, where Louis finally arrives in Rome, and we’ll be staying there for quite a while. I will say I am also having quite a problem writing this chapter because on one side, I want to write and explore more about the court life, but on the other, I do feel like I am moving away from the core of the story, which is Louis and Patrick.
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