Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2023 14:13:47 +0000 (GMT)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Alternative Histories 3

Alternative Histories - 3 - London, 1499 by badboi666

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There is nothing which concentrates the mind as much as knowing that one
will be hanged in a few days' time.  Having come to an agreement with the
King about so much that is important it would be a sin were the truth to be
lost for all time.  In three days I will go to my death as a self-confessed
imposter - a necessary farce to secure the safety of my precious son and
his mother Katherine.  I have thrown the dice and lost: so be it.  The King
will be complicit in the farce - after all, he is the gainer by my death -
but this record, should it survive the inevitable search after my death,
will be remain secret until all those alive are dust, and only then -
hundreds of years into the future - will the truth of who I really am - was
- be known.

A few facts, then.  I was born on the seventeenth day of August in the year
1473, the younger brother of Edward, born in early November of 1470.  Had
he and I been the sons of an ordinary Englishman then we would have known
each other and played together from the time I could crawl.  But we were
not.  Our Father was King Edward, Fourth of that name, and my brother was
taken to be taught knightly (and kingly) duties before I was aware of who
he really was.  My sisters and I - the Duke of York - remained with our
Mother to be taught what she and the Court thought fitting.

When our father died suddenly in the spring of 1483 Edward was miles away
in Ludlow where our Uncle Anthony was in charge of his education.  As I was
still only 9 years old the tumultuous comings and goings of that year were
beyond my understanding.  All I knew then was that my Father was dead and
that my brother - of whom I had only the vaguest memory - was now King.

There was some kind of trouble about Edward's journey to London - my uncle
was arrested, I remember - and my other uncle, my favourite uncle, the one
who used to come now and again to see me when I was little and played with
me - he brought Edward to London.  I wanted to see him - Edward and Uncle
Dickon - but my Mother had one of her panics and we children were all
rushed into sanctuary at Westminster on May Day.  I hated it, and so did my
sisters, but in the middle of June I was allowed to leave and join my
brother, the new King.  My Mother set about weeping as I left, but no boy
wishes to remain closeted with his Mother and sisters when there is
excitement to be had.

And on that day I met Edward properly for the first time.  We were in the
Tower as it was the tradition that an uncrowned King lodged there before
his Coronation.  I was nervous: I was nearly 10 and he was 12, but he was
the King and I was - well, nervous.  To my delight he embraced me as though
we had been playmates throughout our lives.  "Thank God you've come,
Richard, I have been worried that they might have kept you from me."  He
looked at me, seeing a boy very like to himself.  We were both tall for our
age, with our Father's blond hair and fair complexion - real Saxons, as my
Mother used to say.  "Don't ever leave," he said softly, "I have the need
of someone my own age to play with and talk to.  Uncle Anthony is gone and
I have no friends."  He looked very downcast, King or no King, and I
remember that I did my best to console him.  "I need a friend too, Edward,
all I've had is sisters.  They are very nice," I added loyally, "but they
don't understand what boys want."

In my innocence I had said words which conveyed a meaning beyond - far
beyond - what I intended.  All that was in my mind was that as a boy of
nearly 10 years I was active, curious, keen to be darting about and
exploring: all things denied to me in Sanctuary.  Edward, as I shall soon
tell you, inferred that my wants were of a different nature, and assumed
that they were exactly the same as his.

"In six days I am to be crowned, and you will be one of my attendants.
Uncle Dickon comes and goes as he is to be Protector until I am old
enough."  "When will that be?" I asked - a foolish question as there were
far more important things to talk about, but it slipped out.  He shook his
head.  "When I am 14 or 15, I think.  Not for a long time, anyway."  "I
like Uncle Dickon," I said, "he's fun when he's not being serious."  "He's
serious now, Richard, there's been trouble with our Mother's family.  Did
you know?"  I shook my head: there had been no news while we were in
Sanctuary, or if there had no-one had told me.  "Uncle Anthony's been
arrested, and so have others.  They tried to kidnap me, but Uncle Dickon
put a stop to that.  He's very fierce when he's cross."  He was silent,
looking sad again.  "But you're safe now - we both are, Edward."  "I know.
But I miss him."  "Who?"  "Uncle Anthony.  He and I ... well, I'll tell you
later."  And he would say no more.  At that moment servants came in and
fussed about arranging bedding and so on.

"Come on, we'll leave them to it," said Edward, and he led me into the
adjoining chamber where there was food set for us.  This was vastly better
than life in Sanctuary, I thought, it cannot get any more fun.  I was, as
you shall soon learn, much mistaken.  "I wish you would call me Ned," he
said, "Edward is what a King is called but I haven't been crowned yet."  I
smiled - it was good that he was being friendly - "and I am Dick."

While we ate we talked without ceasing - we had so much to tell each other
about our very different lives.  "Did you have any other boys to play
with?" he asked.  I shook my head - all I had had for companionship were my
sisters, and though they were kind they were not interested in the things
that interested me.  "What about you, Ned?  Were there other boys in
Ludlow?"  "No, but Uncle Anthony was fun when he wasn't schooling me in
statecraft."  Ned looked at me.  I could see he was thinking about
something, deciding what to say to me.  I kept my mouth shut - I had
learned the wisdom of that among a gaggle of sisters.

It wasn't until that night that he took that earlier conversation further.
As darkness fell - it was almost Midsummer - he yawned.  "Time for bed,
Dick, come on."  I looked about me - there was only one bed, though it was
big enough for half a dozen boys.  "Am I to sleep with you?" I said,
excited at the prospect of more talk.  I had never slept in a bed with
anyone else since I had been a tiny boy, and though my sisters shared a bed
I slept alone.  Sleeping with my brother would be fun!

I imagine you will guess that it was a great deal more fun that I had
thought.  By the time an hour had passed since Ned blew out the candle I
had learned so much.  Ned's hand had reached down no sooner than the candle
was out and I felt his hand on my belly.  I must have tensed, for his hand
froze.  "Do you play with it?" he whispered.  At that time I was wholly
innocent, having only sisters, and I had no idea what he meant.  I heard
him chuckle.  "I have much to teach you, little brother.  You will enjoy
your lessons, I promise."  "What will you teach me?" I asked nervously.  I
had not expected there to be lessons in bed.  "I shall teach you everything
Uncle Anthony taught me - well, only the bed things.  You don't need to
know about statecraft," and his hand moved again, down to touch my ....

You must allow me a moment to reflect on my childish name.  When I climbed
into bed with my brother - the King - I had, like him, just pissed in the
closet.  And throughout my life up to that point I had pissed out of what I
called my winkle.  I am glad that when Ned's hand touched it I refrained
from making a sound, from naming what he was stroking.  To my amazement it
grew larger, and a warm feeling arose in me.  "You have a fine cock," he
whispered.  So that was what it was called!  "Feel mine," he added, "it's
hard like yours."  I reached over and - so it was!  It felt huge.  "Why are
they hard?" I said.  He chuckled again - it was a nice sound.  I had not
heard anyone chuckle before.  "They are hard because they want to play.
Have you never played with yours?"  "No.  Should I have done?"  "Oh, Dick,
you are funny," he whispered and to my amazement he put his arms round me
as my Mother used to do when I was afraid.  It was then only natural for me
to put my arms round him, as I did when I was being cuddled.  If one of my
sisters had called me `funny' I should have been cross, but Ned was
different.  I sensed that he and I would be the best of friends, King or no
King.  Besides, our cocks (I felt his pressing into my belly) were still
hard and he had said something about `play'.

I reached down and held his, feeling its heat in my hand.  I heard him
sigh.  "Am I hurting you?" I said, worried lest this new exciting
familiarity were put in jeopardy.  "No, silly.  I love it when someone
holds my cock."  That meant that I was not the first.  Who, I wondered,
apart from himself of course.  "Has Uncle Anthony held your cock?"  I
whispered.  "Not just held.  I'll show you."

I found it hard not to squirm as Ned did for the first time what we would
do with each other - and others - so many times in the future.  All boys
must remember their first time with fondness: how the feeling of warmth
gradually grew, how wonderful the overwhelming feeling when it finally
happened, how determined one was that the experience would be enjoyed again
- all these things happened to me that June night.  As he manipulated me he
whispered in my ear, telling me what my body knew - that this was magic,
that I would never forget it, that he had waited so long to find a brother
to share it with.  And after several minutes of mounting urgency I felt for
the first time the feeling that all boys know, that I was about to piss in
the bed and that I didn't care.  I managed to gasp a warning, but he
ignored it, stroking me even more quickly.  "It isn't piss," he whispered,
"I promise."

I groaned as my body tried to turn itself inside out.  No-one had ever had
such a feeling before, surely.  My eyes were tight shut, my toes curled, my
whole body rigid with ecstatic joy.  I felt his lips on mine, and
instinctively I opened my mouth.  Without knowing what I was doing I found
myself kissing my brother, kissing the King, our tongues bathing each
other, our souls melding.

"Good, isn't it," he whispered after several seconds.  I nodded.  "Can I do
it to you now?  Will you teach me?"  Without a word he lay on his back and
took my hand, placing it around his cock.  "What is it called, what you
did?  It was wonderful?" I asked, knowing that if I did not know what it
was called it would be hard to ask him to do it again.  "It's called
frigging, or that's what Uncle Anthony called it.  He taught me how to do
it, and his cock was enormous - I needed both hands.  You can use one on
me, and it's nice if you hold my balls.  Like this," and he took my other
hand and moved it to where it was wanted.  "Now frig me like I did you -
not too hard."

There is no need for me to describe the next few minutes - all of you will
be familiar with it.  What I had not expected (and naturally Ned did not
warn me) was that when he has the feeling a great gout of what I thought
was piss leapt from him.  "You pissed!  You said it wouldn't happen."  He
groaned.  "Not piss, Dick.  That stuff is the seed that babies grow from.
It's called spunk."  I was intrigued.  Was a baby going to grow just like
that?  Surely not.  As I had quickly come to realise Ned knew a great deal
more about everything than I did, so naturally I sought more detail.  He
drew me to him and cuddled me.  I was lying beside him.  I felt him put his
fingers in the spunk and draw them to his lips.  "Are you licking it?  Is
it tasty?"  I heard another of those heart-warming chuckles.  He placed his
fingers on my lips.  "Want some?"

At that moment it occurred to me that I had not produced any of this spunk
stuff.  Had it disappeared?

An hour later I was better informed about all manner of things: how babies
happened, why I had not produced spunk, when I could expect that to change.
I learned the names of things - the parts of my body that were private
(though no longer!), the actions that those parts could perform.  Ned
explained that women had a place where men plunged their cock and that the
inevitable consequence was babies.  He explained that Uncle Anthony and he
had done secret things which I was too young to understand.  I pleaded with
him, but he was adamant.  "When you are 10 I shall tell you, but so that
you don't pine away with longing I shall give you a treat now."  Before I
had time to reply he had burrowed under the bed covers and had taken my
cock, soft and almost asleep, into his mouth!

All boys who have had their cocks sucked will know the exquisite sensation
of lips and tongue on the sensitive end of their cock.  Few boys, I
suspect, will have had that happen to them before they are 10 years old,
and far fewer still will have the lips and tongue of a King pleasuring
them.  I had the feeling again - I must remember to call it `coming' - and
this time it was a hundred times better.  While the stars were whirling
round my head Ned held me tight.  As he felt my breathing return to normal
he stroked my hair and murmured something in my ear.  I did not hear, so he
murmured it again.  "I love you, little brother," he said.  Of course he
did, I thought, brothers and sisters always loved each other, even when
they (the sisters) were being horrible.  "I love you too, Ned."  "Do you
love me enough to suck my cock then?"

I wasted no time.  I knew how wonderful it had felt, and I wanted to give
him the delight he had given me.  I was, as is often the case, too vigorous
at first.  "Ow!  Mind your teeth!" but I quickly learned how to do it
properly.  It was very rewarding to hear him groan and to feel his body
tremble as mine had done: I was doing it correctly.  His body began to
thrash and it was with difficulty that I kept his cock in my mouth.  Then
he cried out and at the same moment his cock swelled in my mouth and I felt
a hot surge of ... it must have been more spunk.  He had promised it wasn't
piss.  His cock lurched four times and each time I felt spunk on my tongue.
It tasted sweet and creamy, and I rolled it round my mouth, savouring its
taste and the heat of his cock.  I swallowed it, and the effect of my
swallowing was to draw another great sigh from him and another few drops of
precious spunk.  "Share," he said softly, pulling my head up from his
belly, "kiss me and let me taste my spunk."

That night, like every night for the time we lodged in the Tower, we slept
in each other's arms, happy and safe.  What a mercy it is that we cannot
see what the future holds!

But the future was still several days away - the terrible news that would
change everything.

Before then Ned opened new vistas to me, new exciting wonderful wicked
things.  Things that sisters would not know about, things that he made very
clear that no-one was to know about, things which Uncle Anthony had taught
him.  As I lay there in his arms, the memory of the comes, the taste of his
spunk, the knowledge that at last I had found a real friend, all conspired
to induce a deep sense of security.  Here was someone I could be happy
with.  And just as suddenly as the feeling of comfort came upon me a doubt
assailed me.  "When you are King you will live in the grand rooms and I
will have to sleep elsewhere.  A page might share your bedroom, but I
cannot, surely."  This was met with silence: I do not think that it had
occurred to him that once he was crowned he would have his life dictated by
his advisers and the Council.  Uncle Dickon would have more important
things to deal with than Ned's sleeping arrangements, and such matters
would be dealt with by others.  I would be out in the cold.

"You are right," he said at length, "in that case we must not waste the few
days we have together.  Once I am crowned I will do my best to see we can
continue as we are now, but it may take some time.  Trust me, Dick, for I
am as keen to have you in my bed as you are."  I smiled, reaching my lips
to his.  "I love you, Your Grace," I whispered.  "And I love you.  Now I
will give you a gift.  I shall not make you wait until you are 10 before I
share things with you."  I was thrilled!  If the matters he had learned
from Uncle Anthony were as pleasurable as having my cock sucked then I was
sure the next nights, few as they were going to be, would be filled with
delights.

Although we had both come twice in the preceding hour neither of us felt in
the least sleepy. I was keen to learn the things that Ned was equally keen
to teach me: what, I wondered, might they be?

"Kneel down with your head on your arms," I was told.  I did so without
hesitation.  I felt my nightshirt being lifted and his hands rested on my
bottom - or my arse, as he had taught me to say.  I felt his hands separate
the two cheeks and a puff of air as he blew on my hole.  It was incredibly
exciting!  If this was part of Uncle Anthony's teachings I hoped there was
more.  I was not disappointed.  I felt him move on the bed behind me,
wriggling to make himself comfortable.  Then to my astonishment he began to
lick me - to lick me in the most private and unclean part.  He was bathing
my arse-hole with his tongue!  "Oh," I moaned softly, "I love that, but
isn't it stinky?"  He made no answer, but licked more thoroughly, his
tongue running the length of the crack between my legs.  I prayed that he
would not stop.  Then the feeling became even more intense as his tongue
returned to my hole and licked round and round.  My moaning increased.
"Push," he whispered, "as though you were having a shit."  I was reluctant
to do so - what would happen if I did shit?  "Go on," he whispered again,
"it is all right.  You won't shit but your hole will open and -" He got no
further; I obeyed (but did not push hard, for I still feared that I knew
more about my insides than he did); his tongue darted in, and for the first
time I felt the sensation of the tender parts inside my arse being lovingly
licked.  "Mmm," I sighed, "that feels so good, Ned."  He chuckled again.
"There's better to come."  What could possibly be better, I wondered.

I heard him spit and I felt it run gently down my crack - what had been a
mere 'bottom' yesterday now had so many names for its different parts.  I
was not keen on being spat on, but before I could say anything I felt a
finger, wet with spit, run round my arse-hole.  I sighed.  "Good, is it
not?" he whispered.  "Yes.  I want it never to stop."  More chuckling from
behind me persuaded me that, whatever Ned had in store for me, it would not
be over quickly.  "I'm going to put a finger in, Dick.  It might hurt a
bit, but it won't hurt for long, and it will hurt less if you pretend to
shit and push again."  A small part of me was alarmed about the hurting,
but a much larger part, inflamed by what was happening, decided that a
small hurt was a tiny price to pay for the continued joy that my arse was
experiencing.  "I'm ready," I whispered, pushing will all my might.  Please
God I don't shit.  Ned, being thoroughly experienced in what he was doing,
saw my arse-hole open as I pushed (he told me all this later) and knew that
a finger would easily slip in.  He quickly put two fingers in his mouth and
when they were wet with spit he slipped them into me.

The fire!  The pain!  I cried out, but almost as soon as my cry escaped me
the fire had quite overcome the pain and a great heat rose up in my
insides.  I felt his fingers move within me, probing deeper, running around
then ... aaah!  My whole body shook.  God was striking me down for my
wickedness and I was having a seizure.  It was unkind of Ned to laugh while
he could see that I was dying.  My body ceased from shaking.  His fingers
resumed their explorations.  "Good, was it not?"  I could hardly speak.
"What did you do?  Is there a demon in my arse?"

"Not a demon, Dick, far from it.  Up your arse, and up mine, and up all
boys' arses dwells a little button upon which the good fairies live.  If
you stroke the fairies in the right way they dance upon the button and
their footsteps fill you will delight.  At least, that's what Uncle Anthony
said.  He has a button also, and he taught me how to find it.  It's good
that your button has fairies living on it too."  He reinforced his message
by encouraging the fairies to dance again, and my body shook with their
footfall.  "Soon you can make my fairies dance," he whispered, "but first
I'm going to give you the best treat of all."  His fingers slipped out of
me and I felt a great loss.  I heard him spit again, but felt none of it on
me.

Then, for the first time - and no boy ever forgets the first time - he
gently touched his cock to my arse-hole.  "Push," he whispered, "I'm going
to put it in."  I took a deep breath, for his cock was larger and fatter
than two fingers, and it might hurt again, and pushed.  "Your arse is so
nice," he murmured, "it's time I filled it up," and slowly he pushed into
me.

The fire!  The pain!  And as before the pain eased quickly.  It was only a
few seconds before a heat much greater than the heat his fingers had caused
radiated up through my bowels into my stomach, my brain, my heart.  Was
there no end to his cock as it pressed further and further into me?  His
arms clasped me tightly.  "It's all the way in, Dick, you have done well.
Is it good for you?"  I nodded, but I could not speak.  "I'm going to fuck
you now."

Fucking, he had explained, was what men did to women to make babies, but
that had been in the woman's special place, so I was confused.  On the
other hand what he was doing was so wonderful that I gave no thought to the
word and surrendered myself to what was happening - being fucked, I
supposed.

When the fucking started Ned changed from a gentle older brother, easing
his cock gently into a nine-year-old's arse, to a monster, energetically
pounding his cock into a boy's guts, desperate to plant his seed as far up
as possible.  The first few seconds of this were most uncomfortable, but as
had happened with the dancing fairies the feelings of their footsteps
masked any discomfort.  Ned grunted loudly as his cock rammed into me, and
I must have done the same, our sounds echoing throughout the whole of the
Tower, surely.  "Yes, yes," he groaned and gave a mighty thrust.  His cock
must have reached in as far as my chest, and I felt it swell and pulse.
"Oh God!" he moaned, "that's the third come tonight."  Did that mean that
there was spunk up inside me?  What would happen to it?

His hand reached round me and I felt him grasp my hard cock, harder I think
than it had ever been before.  "Yes," I sighed, "I need it again too."  He
frigged me while his cock was still inside me, and the feeling overwhelmed
me again.  I too had come three times.

His weight on my back was enough to make me collapse onto the bed as my
come shook me, and I heard him chuckle again.  His chuckling until that
moment had been a source of joy to my ears; that chuckle made his cock
awaken the fairies again and I started to chuckle myself.  "Oh Ned, can we
stay like this until we are old men?" I whispered foolishly.

That was the pattern of the next few days - the last few days when my
brother was a King.  The days seemed interminable as both of us were
anxious to get into bed and fuck.  Yes, I was able to fuck Ned and he
seemed as thrilled by what my little cock could do as I was by his.  Maybe
big brothers are innately kind.  I do miss him.

Every few days a man came to see Ned.  The first time I was alarmed, as he
looked frightening, but when Ned saw that I was afraid he laughed and told
me that this man was Doctor Argentine, sent to see that Edward was healthy,
for it was important that a new king should be fit to rule over his people,
even though he were still only a boy.  Doctor Argentine looked into Ned's
mouth and eyes, and made him piss into a little dish.  I could not believe
my eyes - no-one pissed in front of other people - but the doctor explained
that piss contained many secrets about illnesses, and that he could read
these signs.  "Would you like me to read your signs, young master?" he said
with a smile.  I could not speak, as I was tongue-tied with shame at the
thought of pissing in front of him, but I managed to nod.  If my piss has
signs to be read it was wise to see if any of the messages were dire.  The
doctor handed me another dish.  "Go through, lad, if you prefer," he said,
"I need not see you pissing if it shames you."  I went into the
ante-chamber and did as he asked.  If there were any untoward signs in my
piss on that day - or on any of the others, for Ned and I pissed for him
every few days thereafter - I was never told of them.  I thought I saw him
give a strange look at Ned, but nothing was said.  "Just be glad, lad, that
I do not need to see your shit, for that tells tales too," and with that
Doctor Argentine swept out.

Then one Sunday afternoon Uncle Dickon came.  His visits were always a
pleasure as he usually brought some small treat - some sweetmeat from his
own table mostly.  That day was different.  Uncle Dickon dismissed all the
servants and when they had gone he took us aside.  Ned and I were both
alarmed at the change in our uncle.  He spoke very softly as though he
feared that he might be overheard.  He told us that he had learned that our
father, King Edward, had been married to another before he married our
Mother, and there we were both bastard.  Much more important, that meant
that Ned could not be King.  "But he is King!" I protested.  Uncle Dickon
smiled sadly.  "Dick, it cannot be.  My foolish brother has cost you your
standing - it is no blame of yours, either of you.  Though I loved him
dearly he was always easily led by his loins.  But that is not all.
Because of this your lives are in danger.  There are factions in England,
powerful factions, who seek the destruction of the House of York, and I
cannot be certain that you are safe, even here in the strongest place in
all England."

Ned was silent, but my tongue would not be stilled.  "Who will be King
then?  Will he keep us safe?"  Again that sad smile.  "I shall be King,
Dick, for I am my brother's only brother.  And you may be certain that I
shall keep you safe - both of you - until the danger has passed.  As King I
will be able to send you to a place of safety.  I know not how long you
will lodge there - it may be a few months, it may be a few years - but as I
swore loyalty to my brother and I swore loyalty to you, Edward, a mere few
weeks ago, I will bear loyalty to you now, both of you."

He knelt before Ned and took my brother's hands between his.  "You are
still King, and will be until the Parliament rules against you tomorrow.
Will you accept that my oath to protect you will last until it is no longer
needed?"  Ned found his tongue at last.  He nodded, tears in his eyes.  He
took his hands from between Uncle Dickon's and placed them under his arms,
raising him up.  Then he knelt, and I had the wit to kneel also.  There, in
the privacy of the room in which I had learned so much in a mere handful of
days, we both swore fealty to him.

"Amen, my brave boys," he said then, becoming business-like, he told us
about the arrangements for our safety.  We would remain in the Tower for a
few weeks more (my heart leapt!) but we would have fewer servants, and they
would be different from those who had attended us until then.  "I cannot be
sure that spies have not been introduced among them," he explained, "and
later today I shall provide trusted servants from my own household.
Nevertheless I enjoin you to avoid saying anything of importance in the
hearing of any of them.  Do you understand - anything at all?"  We both
nodded solemnly.  "Sir Robert Brackenbury, the Keeper, is to be trusted,
and when the time comes for you to be moved it will be he who tells you.
You must obey him without question."  We nodded again.  Looking back now I
cannot believe how lucky we were that neither of us understood what was
happening outside, and that the arrangements that were being made would
save us from horrors unimagined.  But that day, a boy not yet ten years old
was both afraid of what might befall him, and at the same time excited by
all the adventure that was being foretold.  He was also excited by the
knowledge that his brother's cock and his brother's arse were going to
remain beside him in bed, and not translated into kingly apartments out of
reach.

"I may not see you again, but you will be in my prayers until we can meet
when I have overcome the treasons.  Go be with you both," and Uncle Dickon
- no, King Richard - kissed us both.  By then we were both weeping.  His
belief was correct: we never saw him again.

Later that day the Keeper came to our apartments.  "My lords," he said -
evidently that was how we were to be addressed - "your uncle has told me
that you know what is planned for you.  No-one yet knows how or when you
will leave the Tower, but you must do as I require you."  "Sir Robert, my
uncle has made it clear that you are to be trusted as though you were our
uncle.  We will do as you ask us."  The Keeper smiled.  "Your new
attendants - there are four of them - are waiting.  Will you see them now,
and speak with them?"  Ned nodded and Sir Robert went to the door.

In came two men - strong men who would guard us should any attempt be made
to carry us off - a woman who was to cook and clean our clothes (we learned
later that having our food cooked by her was in case an attempt was made to
poison us), and a boy.  One of the men bowed to Ned.  "My lord, my name is
Robin Webster and my brother here is Hal. We shall serve you and the Duke,
and my brother and I will protect you with our lives.  My wife Meg and my
son Hob will attend to your needs."  I saw Sir Robert's face when I was
addressed as 'Duke' - so I wasn't a duke any longer.  Ah well, if Ned was
no longer a king it was a small price to pay, not being a duke.  I caught
Sir Robert's eye and we exchanged a small smile.  I began to like Sir
Robert.

Ned made some reply and the four of them bowed and left.  Sir Robert bowed
himself out also, leaving us alone.  "What do you think?" I said.  "I think
we are lucky to be alive, Duke," he said with a grin.  "Then I must call
you King."  "I wonder what the boy is here for - he can't fight off anyone
seeking to capture us and he isn't old enough to cook."  "Maybe he is here
because his parents are, and there is no-one to see for him at home."  Ned
grunted.  "Perhaps.  Do you think he does what we do?  It would be fun if
he were to join in."  I was not sure - did I really want another boy in bed
with us?  What Ned and I did was secret, and Uncle Dickon had warned us not
to say anything to anyone.  "But Uncle Dickon said we -" I got no further.
"Uncle Dickon is not in bed with me, Dick, and what you or I might say to
another boy in bed is not likely to threaten either him or us."  There was
the determined voice of a sometime King.

Luckily we did not have long to wait to find out about the boy, for he came
back carrying a tray of food.  He set it down on the table in the alcove by
the window.  "When you have eaten, my lords," he said, "I am to move the
table away from the window.  Sir Robert has told me that it is best if you
are not seen."  Ned was not pleased, but saw that it was pointless to argue
with the boy, who was doing only what he had been told to do.  "Very well,"
he said, "but wait while we eat.  My brother and I are bored with each
other's company.  Sit on the bed and talk to us.  What is your name?"  The
boy looked nervous, but sat on the edge of the bed.  He was a handsome lad,
a little above Ned's age, I judged.

"Hob," my lord, he said shyly.  "Speak up, Hob, my brother chews loudly and
we shall not hear you if you whisper."  I resolved to chew as quietly as I
could.  "We know your name, Hob, but that is all we know.  How old are you,
and why are you here?  You are hardly like to be of much use in a fight."
Hob grinned.  "My father and my uncle are here to do any fighting, my lord,
and as my mother is here to see to your meals and your clothes I can hardly
stay at home by myself.  I have no brothers or sisters."  Ned glanced at
me.  "Would you wish to have brothers, Hob?" he said, seeming unconcerned
about whether the boy had brothers or no.  "Indeed, my lord, for I had
no-one to play with when I was little, and now I am no longer a child I
cannot play."  Ned glanced at me again - was he expecting me to make the
next move?

"I am glad I have a brother," I said, " especially one who is nigh on three
years older.  There are so many things he has taught me - things that my
tutor has not thought to talk about."  Ned grinned.  "And you were a keen
learner, were you not, Dick."  It was amusing that he entered into the tale
that was being spun, for until a few days earlier neither of us had ever
taught or learned anything.  "Would you think that Hob might welcome you as
a brother, Dick?  It will make life in the Tower more exciting for all of
us."  Hob was a bright shade of red.  The poor boy had no idea how to
respond to the teasing meted out by Ned.  I put my food down on my platter
and went over to the bed.  "I loved it when Ned taught me things, Hob, but
I have no brother to teach things to.  You are older than I, but I am a
King's son, so that makes us equal, at least in this room.  How old are
you, Hob?  Would you like me to teach you things?"

Hob, still glowing like a fire, swallowed nervously.  "I am almost 14
years, my lord, and I would like to be with you and have you teach me
things.  My father has told me that Sir Robert's orders are that I should
serve you both in whatever ways you desire.  I will do your bidding," and
he stood up and bowed to Ned, and then to me.

"Come back to the table, Dick, and finish your meal.  Hob, come to the
table and sit between us."  Hob was hesitant.  Clearly sitting with people
of our rank was something he was unhappy about.  However Ned's instruction
was clear, and when a stool was patted the poor boy had no choice but to
obey.  Ned and I went on eating for a minute or two; Hob sat stock still
between us, not daring to open his mouth.  I was emboldened to ask Ned what
lessons he thought Hob ought to receive - it was, after all, his idea to
involve the boy.

Hob jumped as Ned placed his hand on the boy's cock.  "He needs lessons in
what this thing is for, unless -" and he turned to look straight at Hob,
still clutching the boy's cock "- he knows already.  Do you know, Dick, I
think he does for lo! it is showing a keenness to play.  It is almost as
hard as yours was earlier."  It would have been hard at that moment to
judge which of us - Hob or me - was the redder in the face.  Still Ned had
his hand on Hob's cock.  "It will stay there clutching you, Hob, until we
move forward."  Hob found his tongue.  "Forward, my lord?" he squealed as
Ned tightened his grip.  "He wants to know if you would like me to teach
you what exciting things you can do with your cock - or perhaps you already
know," I said.  Poor Hob nodded.  "What does your nod mean, Hob?" said Ned,
"yes, that you would like my brother to teach you things, or yes, that you
know these wickednesses already?"  Hob, to his credit, made the only
sensible reply.  "Both, my lords," and suddenly his cock was released from
Ned's grasp.  "Good," said my brother, "then this is what will happen.
When you take the tray away you will tell your father - tell him, Hob, not
ask him - that it is my wish, and that of my brother, that you will be our
body-servant.  That means that you will sleep in this room and attend to
our needs here.  You will ask him to have a truckle bed brought in for you
to sleep.  Understand?"  "Yes, my lord."  He grinned, the red glow having
begun to fade.  "I shall look forward to my lessons with you both."

We finished our meal without further converse, and Hob bore the tray away.
"Thank you, my lords," he said softly, "I shall serve you in every way I
can."  "He forgot to move the table in his excitement," Ned said, "we
should do it in case he is punished.  We want him to feel that we are his
friends if we are to get him into our bed.  The truckle is unlikely to get
much use if we are successful."  Together we moved the table to a position
well away from the window.  "Why does Sir Robert wish us to be invisible?"
I said.  Ned shrugged.  "It is presumably part of Uncle Dickon's plan to
keep us safe before we are moved.  I hope we are not moved soon before we
have the chance to learn more about Hob's cock.  I tell you, Dick, it felt
larger than mine, though not as large as Uncle Anthony's of course."  He
put his arms round me.  "You and I, Dick, are going to have such fun with
Hob.  If his cock went hard as quickly as it did when I held it that can
only mean that he knows exactly what boys do with their cocks."  We both
smiled.  The sooner Hob and the unnecessary truckle bed appeared, the
better.

We had not long to wait.  Hob and his uncle carried a bed in and placed it,
as was proper, at the foot of our large bed.  A straw mattress and a rough
blanket were placed on it.  Two candles were lit.  "Serve them well, Hob,"
said the uncle before bowing to Ned and me and withdrawing.  Hob was
grinning widely.  Ned demanded to know what was funny.  Hob had evidently
made his mind up about what he was going to be required to do while he was
out getting the bed, for his earlier nervousness was gone.  "My lords, I
shall tell you things I would not wish anyone outside this room to know.
It is not for me to seek promises from you, but if you were to offer them
it would be welcome."  Ned and I looked at each other, neither of us being
sure how to answer such a strange thing.  At last Ned nodded.  "Very well,
Hob, our lips are sealed."  Hob's grin returned.  He set about arranging
the mattress and the blanket.

"You won't be needing those, Hob," said Ned.  Hob's grin threatened to go
so far round his face that it might split in two.  "My uncle and I have
done the things I think you are wishing to do with me, and when I told my
father of your orders that I should sleep here my uncle drew me aside and
told me that I should not keep from you that I am skilled in ... certain
things.  That is what he meant when he told me to serve you well.  My lords
-" Ned stopped him.  "We are delighted, Hob, and the wickednesses which
will happen in this chamber will never be spoken of outside."  I nodded, as
did Hob.  He went on, "if there is anyone else here - your father or Sir
Robert or anyone at all - you will call us 'my lords' as you have done, but
when it is the three of us boys, each with his cock full of excitement, I
am Ned and my brother is Dick.  Now, as it will soon be dark, come and sit
on our bed and tell us what you and your wicked uncle have done.  It may be
that these things will be new to us, and you must teach us."  I was pleased
that Ned was not letting Hob know - not yet, at least - that he and Uncle
Anthony had been wicked together.  I hoped that when Hob had told us what
he had done with his uncle Ned would tell him, and me as well, for Uncle
Anthony's teachings were still a closed book to me.

"Don't be shy, Hob, what you say will not shock us."  As Hob seemed
unwilling to start Ned offered some help.  "Does he fuck you?"

That had the effect of unblocking whatever had been keeping Hob from
telling us.  He laughed.  "Of course ... Ned.  He has no wife and he is
many years younger than my father.  He has been fucking me since I was 9
years old.  I hated it at first, but after a few times it hurt less and
after a few more times I found it was looking forward to his cock and what
it did to me."  He paused.  "Ned ... I don't know how to ask ... have you
been fucked?  If you asked me whether my uncle had fucked me you must know
that men fuck boys."  It was Ned's turn to grin.  "Ay, Hob, and like you by
my uncle - but not the uncle who is now King.  Another uncle - the brother
of my mother."  He turned to me.  "You have not been fucked before you came
here, Dick, have you?"  I shook my head.  "Only you, Ned, and it didn't
hurt very much at all.  Will you fuck us, Hob?"  Ned said that we should
have to see what Hob's cock was like before we invited him to use it in
that way.  "Maybe we will be fucking him, Dick, think of that!" he said.
Hob seemed pleased at the idea.  Maybe we would all be fucking each other,
and although I had never thought I might get to fuck anybody it seemed
likely that they would let me one day.

Hob was holding his cock through his breeches.  Ned noticed and suggested
that we should get into bed.  "The candles will give us enough light to see
what you bring to entertain us, Hob.  Dick and I do not bother ourselves
with night-shirts, and nor shall you."  This was surprising, for until then
we had both worn a night-shirt, finding it no hindrance to such play as we
had in bed.  Perhaps Ned knew that a boy of Hob's class would not own such
a garment.  He took the lead and was out of his clothes in no time, as was
I.  As, a few moments later, was Hob.  And what I saw amazed me.  Hob's
cock rose from a tangle of black hair.  I glanced at Ned - no sign of hair
there and I knew that I had none.  Was Hob some kind of monster?  Ned
seemed untroubled though, for I heard him murmur "Hmm! Nice."

"What will you have me do, my ... Ned?"  "You will kneel and suck my cock,
then you will do the same for my brother.  Then we will suck yours.  After
that, who knows?  I'm sure that something will occur to one of us," and he
chuckled.  "We have the night before us, Hob, and there will be fucking, of
that you may be quite certain.  Your uncle and mine have made sure that we
are equipped to enjoy ourselves, and poor Dick, who has not had the benefit
of an uncle's tuition, shall be our pupil.  Now get down and do what is
needed."

Hob needed no further instruction: what Ned told him to do was evidently
familiar.  He knelt in front of the boy who was still technically King of
England, if only for a few more hours.  His hands reached up to hold Ned's
balls and draw his cock - hard and throbbing - to his lips.  Gently his
fingers drew back the skin of Ned's cock, and I was alarmed: I had never
seen this happen before.  Did my cock do this, I wondered, and no sooner
had my mind formed the question than my fingers sought the answer.
Carefully, for I was afraid that I might tear, I drew back my skin and lo!
I was like Ned.  I touched the tip with my finger and drew back instantly -
it was tender!  How could it be that when I was frigging there was only
intense pleasure?  Evidently I had much still to learn, but I took pleasure
in knowing that I was well-placed to add to my knowledge.  After all, I had
not only two boys more experienced in the ways that a cock (and an arse)
might bring joy, but, through them, the wisdom of two uncles.  Not being a
Duke any more seemed somehow less troublesome.

Hob had Ned's cock - all of it! - in his mouth, and was suckling upon it as
a calf might.  Ned bent forward over Hob's head and stroked the boy's hair.
"Jesu, Hob, that's so good," he whispered, "Dick, we have a treasure here."
Hob's hand reached towards me, and I moved closer.  He moved his head
slightly and was able to take my hand, which he placed on his own cock.
"What does it feel like?" whispered Ned, "tell me about it."  Some insight
made me reply that I could tell him what he wanted to know only if I made a
close examination.  I heard him chuckle.  Hob continued to suckle.  I knelt
as close to Hob as I could.  His cock was hard of course, and even though
it sprang from a black bush it was still an inch or more longer than Ned's
and nigh on three inches longer than mine.  His skin was partly pulled back
and I could see drops of what wasn't piss at the end.  I described all this
to Ned whose only reply was a panted "lick it for him while he finishes
me".  I stretched forward and licked the end of Hob's cock.  "Aah!" he
sighed, "that's good, Dick, do it again."  As I leant forward I saw a drop
of what wasn't piss seep from the slit of his cock.  My tongue gathered it,
and this time I allowed myself the pleasure of tasting it.  "It's not
nasty, Ned, it's sweet."  Ned chuckled.  I had forgotten that he would have
been familiar with this stuff.  It wasn't spunk, for it was clear like
water.  However I had the wit to realize that this wasn't the time to seek
its name.

Ned began to groan and I knew he was near.  Surely Hob wouldn't allow him
to spunk in his mouth?  Hob however knew both what he and Ned wanted:
uncles were good teachers.  Hob clasped Ned's arse and pulled him even
further into his mouth.  "Yes, yes," groaned Ned, "here ... yes ..." and he
groaned as - invisible to me - spunk pulsed out of his cock deep into Hob's
mouth.  I took as much of Hob's cock into my mouth just as Ned exploded and
my tongue bathed a common boy's cock for the first time.  I remembered the
taste of Ned's spunk - would Hob's be the same?  I knew I should discover
ere long.

"Aah, fuck me, Hob, you are a fine cocksucker and no mistake," said Ned as
his cock slipped from Hob's lips.  "Have you an appetite for something
younger?  He won't spunk for you, but he is hot for your cock I see.
Mayhap he will pleasure you in return."  I nodded eagerly.  Hob licked his
lips.  "You taste very fine, my ... Ned, much sweeter than my uncle."  He
turned to me.  "My knees are protesting, Dick, shall we not climb onto the
bed?  My uncle has a trick you might enjoy."  Wild horses would not have
kept me from leaping onto the bed, for I had quickly formed the view that
anything inspired by uncles was not to be missed.

Hob lay on his back, his cock still like a sword throbbing against his
belly.  "Come, Dick, lie on top of me with your mouth by my cock and you
will suckle me as you were doing."  I did as he asked, and he adjusted my
limbs so that my legs were apart on either side of his head.  He spread his
legs and I was about to take his cock into my mouth when Ned stopped me.

"Hold hard, Dick, for that position is one I know also.  Uncles are of the
same mind wherever they are to be found, I fancy."  Hob laughed.  Ned went
on, "you are allowed to use your fingers to explore what lies in front of
your eyes, Dick, as well as your lips."  He could tell (and no doubt he and
Uncle Anthony, being much different in height, had enjoyed this) that while
Hob's cock was next to my lips it was my arse which lay best placed for
Hob's delight.

My fingers felt Hob's balls - my tongue licked them, but the hair made it
unpleasant, so my fingers gently held them while I licked the length of his
cock.  More drops appeared: this was the time for learning.  "It's not
piss, Ned, and it's not spunk.  What is it?  It tastes nice."  Ned said,
"we always called it juice.  If it has a name neither I nor Uncle Anthony
used it.  Juice is a fine name.  You make juice, Dick, and you'll make a
lot more when you start to make spunk.  Uncle Anthony told me it's what
your cock needs when you fuck a woman."  Hob offered no further
information: perhaps he'd never felt the need to give this magical oozing a
name.  His cock, even though no name was known, managed to produce the
stuff in sufficient quantities for me to be in no risk of developing a
thirst.

Suddenly I felt two hands on the cheeks of my arse pulling them apart.  Oh
God! Am I all shitty!  Will that be the end of our fun?  I prayed that I
was clean.  Either my prayers were answered or Hob had a tolerance for an
arse less than pure.  (I was to learn that the latter was indeed true.)  As
if having my arse examined were not enough the next shock was a sensation
wholly new to me.  Only Ned had licked my arse before but now Hob was
licking me!  I shuddered - the sensation was wonderful.  Ned chuckled (he
chuckled a lot: it was a comforting sound).  "He likes that, Hob.  I've
licked him there, so don't hold back.  And you, Duke, don't forget what you
are there for."  He chuckled again.

I resumed my licking of Hob's cock, pleased that it rewarded my attention
with renewed drops of his juice.  At the same time my arse was bathed by
Hob's tongue: had it been shitty when he started it was certainly no longer
shitty now.  Ned urged us on.  "Suck his cock, Dick, he needs to come as I
did.  Taste his spunk.  And you, Hob, my brother's arse is surely fresh
now, fill it with some fingers.  Then it will be ripe for fucking before we
sleep.  Go to, my friends!"

Neither of us needed further encouragement, but - as Ned must surely have
learned from Uncle Anthony - it is impossible to suck someone's cock as
carefully as it should be done when one's arse is being invaded (no, not
invaded: rather receiving welcome guests).  I must have grazed his cock
with my teeth for Hob growled that I should be more careful.  "Have a care,
master Hob, or he won't suck you again.  And you, Dick, hold hard until you
can control yourself.  Let Hob explore your arse, and mayhap he will stick
two fingers up and see what he can find.  Take your mouth off his cock,
Dick, while you enjoy what Hob can find."

I knew that my magic button where the fairies danced was waiting for Hob's
fingers, and I knew also that Hob's fingers were longer than Ned's.  Would
he make the fairies dance more wildly?

Yes, and so wild was their dancing, and so prolonged, that my cock swelled
and I came.  Rainbows swirled.  I had come many times with my hand, and a
goodly number in the few days with Ned, but this was the first time I had
been visited by rainbows.

An hour later three exhausted boys lay in a sweaty tangle.  Each of us had
sucked both of the others, tasting the sweet spunk.  I wished I was older,
but Ned soothed me and said that my juice was the sweetest he knew.  Ned
fucked me again, and it hardly hurt at all.  "Tomorrow will you let me fuck
you, Dick?" asked a sleepy Hob.  I reached down to where I knew his cock
lay, soft and exciting still, and held it, feeling the heat of it.  "Mmm."

I was the first to wake the next morning.  Ned was cuddling me from behind
- I think it must have been his hard cock pressing into my back which woke
me.  Hob was in front of me and I looked down to see his cock hard also -
as mine was.  I knew I would have to piss but I had no desire to move from
my warm position between the two boys who had given me such pleasure, and
who would I knew continue to be the source of much joy.  But my piss would
not wait.  I climbed carefully over Hob and went to the closet in the next
room, my cock gallantly leading the way.  As I aimed I heard someone else
come in - Hob, half asleep, came and stood beside me.  "Let me hold yours,"
he murmured, "it's more fun that way."  Instinctively I held his, feeling
its weight and heat.  I wished again that I was more grown up.  The two of
us pissed happily.  When I had finished Hob gave my cock a squeeze.  "Did
you enjoy last night, Dick?"  I nodded.  "And you, did we do things that
your uncle had not done?"  He laughed softly.  "My uncle is twelve years
older than I am.  What was new was doing it with boys my age, younger than
me, and ... royal too," he said quietly.  Suddenly he knelt and took my
cock in his mouth.  "No," I said, "surely I taste of piss."  He looked up,
his eyes glittering.  "Yes."

What could he mean?  Did he like my piss?  My unspoken question was soon
answered for he gave a last lick before standing up and holding me in his
arms.  "My uncle taught me that while spunk and juice are the tastiest
things to come from a boy's cock, piss is not to be wasted.  Have you and
Ned not tasted each other's piss?"  I shook my head.  "Not even pissed on
each other?"  Again I shook my head.  "Then, master Dick, you and Ned have
some fun in front of you.  Don't tell him though - let this be our secret
and a surprise for him."  I was not too happy with having secrets from Ned,
but my unease was not long-lasting.  "This night we shall play a new game,
I promise, Dick, so our piss fun will not remain a secret for long.  Now
let us back to bed, for our cocks are keen for exercise!"

"Will you fuck me then?" I said, "it was agreed you would fuck me today."
"Would you like it now, Dick, or would you rather spend all day getting
more and more excited about the feeling of my great cock thrusting up into
your arse?  I see you are hard as hell already," and again he knelt and
took me in his mouth.  I sighed.  "Oh, Hob, I don't know what I want.  Your
cock and Ned's cock do so many thrilling things."  Hob stood.  "Bed then.
There is still some time until you break your fast."

We crept quietly back to our bed where Ned was now lying on his back, his
cock pointing to the skies.  "Will you suck it, or shall I?" said Hob.  I
saw no need to reply, but bent over the ex- King and gently drew his skin
back with my fingers before licking the wet red head of his beautiful cock.
He sighed in his sleep.  I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I
could, bathing it with my tongue and sucking.  He began to twitch.  Hob
stroked my hair.  "You're good at this," he murmured, "he'll come quickly I
think."  I felt Hob's hand reach under my arse and gently hold my balls.
His finger strayed towards my arse and I wriggled encouragement.  I kept my
mouth busy on Ned's pleasuring and was thrilled to hear Hob whisper.  "Once
he has filled your mouth with his spunk, Dick, I will fill your pretty arse
with mine.  Would you like that?  That way when you think about being
fucked later today you will really be thinking about being fucked again."
Busy as I was I was able to agree.  "Mmm."

I must have made some buzzing on Ned's cock when I went mmm, for he sat up
suddenly.  "Ah, Jesu, I'm coming ... yes, yes, aaah!" and I felt a stream
of pulses of spunk fly from his cock into my mouth.  He put his arms round
my head while his balls emptied themselves.  God! I thought, he must have
poured a pint into me.  The thought was thrilling - Ned, my big brother
whom I knew I loved more than life itself, had given me the gift of all the
spunk in his body.  I took my mouth from his cock and pressed my lips to
his.  His lips opened, mine did the same, our tongues greeted each other,
the spunk in my mouth flowed into his.  I heard Hob laugh.  "Yes, my lords,
share the hot joy of Ned's balls.  `Twill make you strong."

After a minute or two we parted.  Ned looked into my eyes.  "You are truly
a find, my brother.  You bring such joy to this place.  My heart rejoices
that you are with me."  Hob coughed.  "And my cock rejoices too, Ned, for
Dick has agreed that I will fuck him."  "Now?" said Ned.  "Now," said Hob
at the same instant that I did.  "You have plotted this."  I nodded.  "We
pissed together while you were still snoring like a thunderclap."  "Balls
to that," retorted Ned, "I do not snore."

Hob was keen to get on with the fucking - as was I.  His cock, being a good
bit longer than Ned's, would (I was hopeful) fuck a good bit deeper, and
although it might hurt a bit going in I was sure that when the fairies on
my button got its message they would dance and jiggle and make the rainbows
again.

I have been fucked many times since that morning, and many of those fucks
have been much more prolonged than that one.  When Ned had fucked me my
body had been thrilled; when Hob had poured spunk into me and I had begun
to calm down, I said that the doors in my soul had been opened. Ned
laughed.  "And the doors into your arse too, Dick.  And those doors will
never close, I promise."  I think I was happier that morning than I had
ever been before.

"We have a surprise for you, Ned," I said after Hob had left us to start
his duties.  "And what is that then?"  "I cannot tell you, for then it will
not be a surprise.  But before we three sleep tonight you shall find out, I
promise," and I said no more.  Ned was not happy, but when I kissed the end
of his cock he smiled.  "You are a quick learner, Duke, and no uncle has
been involved in your instruction."  "Just a King."

It was a foolish thing to say, and I immediately regretted it.  I put my
arms round him.  "Oh, Ned, I'm sorry.  I wasn't thinking."  To my relief
his arms folded me.  "It doesn't matter, Dick.  Being a King isn't as much
fun as being one of three wicked boys with two other cocks and two other
arses to occupy him.  Now cheer up, for we do not want Hob's father to
guess that his son has given more service than was expected of him."

That day was bright and hot, and after Doctor Argentine had carried away
another two bowls of piss (piss that I was no longer ashamed to deliver in
front of him!), Sir Robert allowed us to go into the Tower Garden and shoot
arrows.  I was impressed that Ned was so skilled, and I wished that I had
lived with Uncle Anthony for the daytime things as well as the bedtime
ones.  By the time our midday meal was ready I had improved a little and I
vowed that by the end of the summer I would he nearly as good as Ned.  It
was not to be, but that was still some time ahead, and I must not rush
forward in my story.  After all, I am not to be hanged quite yet and Ned is
still awaiting his surprise.

We shot at arrows again that afternoon, but as the hours wore on until we
should be three naked boys in bed, rather than two lads of high status
about whom there was still great uncertainty, my concentration was poor.
My cock strained and it kept reminding me that there were far more exciting
things to be enjoyed than shooting arrows on a hot June afternoon.  Soon
Ned's aim began to falter as well.  "God, Dick, I cannot see straight.  It
must be all the spunk my balls are making for you."  "Ssh!" I said, "they
will hear you."  He looked about.  "Who?  There is no-one near us."  It was
true, though Hob's father and uncle were standing against the Tower wall
watching.  "They are warding us," said Ned, "not spying.  Besides if the
uncle is as keen on fucking boys as Hob tells us he's hardly likely to be
frighted by hearing me talk about my balls.  Or about your arse, for that's
where the spunk is bound."  I blushed, though in truth the idea of Ned's
cock pouring spunk into my arse was one I was quickly learning to relish. I
remembered the surprise awaiting him.  "You will be keen to learn your
surprise," I said with a grin.  He glared at me, and immediately I
regretted having teased him.  Being a King, even if only for a few weeks,
had made him haughty if crossed.  "I'm sorry," I murmured, "but it will be
worth it when night comes.  I promise I will never have a secret from you
again."

It was a promise I was to keep.

At last it began to darken.  We had eaten our supper - the table now being
well away from the window - and Hob had borne away the bowls and what
little food was left.  "Do not keep us waiting," I urged him, "for I am in
need of sharing the secret with Ned."  Ned growled, but I knew he was
teasing me.  "Yes, Hob, get your arse back here swiftly, for I have need of
it," he said.  "Five minutes, my lords," he said, and was gone.  "Let us
piss and get into bed ere he returns, Dick," said Ned.  "No," I said
quickly, thinking how I could prevent him from pissing.  "The secret means
that we must still have our clothes on."  It was a feeble reason, I know,
but at the spur of the moment I could think of nothing better.  Ned gave me
an odd look, but said nothing.  "This whole secret is becoming tiresome."
I had to agree, but consoled myself that but a few minutes would pass.
Besides, my need to piss was growing greater with every passing minute.  I
found it hard to keep still and Ned began to laugh at my discomfiture.

Mercifully Hob came back before my need became too great.  He took one look
at me, dancing from one foot to the other, and immediately knew the
situation.  "Time for the secret, I think, Dick.  Do you agree?"  "Jesu,
yes," I groaned.  Ned looked amused.  "We must remove our clothes swiftly,
my lords," said Hob and Ned (thank the Lord) was happy to do as he was
asked.  In just a few seconds we were three naked boys.  My cock was hard
with the need to piss and I was pleased to see that it seemed bigger than
it had only the day before.  "Please, Hob, now!" I urged.  He grinned and
led us into the closet.

"Here, Ned, is the secret.  Dick and I have found that we share an interest
in everything that comes out of our cocks.  Mayhap you will share our
interest."  Without a moment's hesitation he knelt in front of me and took
my cock - hard with need - into his mouth.  I could not help myself from
allowing a small burst of piss to escape.  My shame was short-lived for Hob
made a sound that could only be one of pleasure.

"You've pissed in his mouth, haven't you?" said Ned. "Yes, and that's the
secret.  He says he loves it and when we pissed this morning while you were
snoring we planned to do it properly tonight."  Ned said nothing, awaiting
some kind of response from Hob.  Hob removed his mouth long enough to tell
us both that any piss we had would pass through his body before he pissed
it out into the privy.  "It need not go straight there, of course," he
added.  "You mean that you expect us to drink your piss, Hob?"  This was
not going to plan.  "It won't all be his piss, Ned, for much of it will be
mine.  Or yours.  Oh God, Hob, I need to finish what I've started," and
Hob's lips found their target.  I cradled his head as I pissed and he
swallowed every drop.  His hands reached round my body and drew me close.
His fingers found my arse.  I heard Ned chuckle: thank God his humour was
restored.  For a moment I feared that Hob's and my forwardness with pissing
had been a step too far.  Foolish Dick!  For not thirty minutes later we
were in bed, piss having flowed in as many mouths as could be imagined and
only after many journeys had it finally been poured into the privy.

"Well, Dick, the secret was worth the wait.  Hob, you are truly wicked.
What other dreadful sins have you still to show us?"  Ned spoke
facetiously, for he did not expect any answer.  I could tell that Hob was
in doubt about whether he should vouchsafe anything further.  To encourage
him I took his cock in my mouth, but not until I had whispered, "go on,
tell us everything.  We don't want any more secrets."  My tongue savoured
the scent of his cock, knowing that ere long the pissy flavour would give
place to spunk.  I listened carefully to what he said.  Piss, it seemed,
was something which he and his uncle had shared in another way.

"Do you mean that your uncle pisses up your arse, Hob?" said Ned,
astonished.  An hour earlier the idea of pissing in someone's mouth had not
occurred to him, nor had the idea that someone else might piss in his.  I,
who had had all day to imagine this, was less startled by the idea of
pissing in another boy's arse, and the more I thought about (and the more
Hob described how it felt) the keener I was to experience it.  Ned however
was adamant.  "Nobody is going to piss in my arse and if you two want to
you must find somewhere else.  It's disgusting."  I was alarmed -
everything had been so much fun, and I wanted it to stay that way.  "But
you liked it in your mouth, didn't you?"  Ned thought for a moment.  "It
was exciting and wicked and you are right, Dick, I enjoyed it.  But I could
tell that you and Hob enjoyed it far more.  No, don't stop me, Dick.  I
don't mind and I am glad the three of us did it together, but I don't
believe I am as excited as you two.  Look at your cocks, both of you, while
we are talking about it."

It was true.  Hob and I were hard while Ned's cock lay soft on his thigh.
"Are you angry with me, my lord?" said Hob quietly.  "No, Hob, of course
I'm not.  We three are together in bed and very soon we shall stop this
foolish talking and start to put our tongues to better use.  Dick
understands what I mean, don't you?"  I nodded.  "Hob and I should play our
pissy games together while you think of loftier matters."  Ned grinned.
"And now let us get on with the night's business."

That set a pattern for the next several days.  We pissed for Doctor
Argentine and shot arrows during the day and Hob joined us for unrestrained
fucking and sucking at night.  The next day Doctor Argentine appeared
unexpectedly and sent me into the ante-chamber.  "I need to speak with your
brother privily," he said.  Some minutes later Ned called to me.  "He's
gone, Dick, you can come out now."  I asked him what was so secret, and he
chucked.  "He wanted me to shit for him.  It wasn't easy, I can tell you,
but he turned his back while I strained, and I managed a fine turd into his
dish."  "What for?  Is there some secret in your shit that your piss isn't
telling him?"  Ned shrugged.  "Perhaps he will tell me.  Just be glad that
he hasn't asked you to shit for him.  It's a lot harder than pissing."  He
paused.  "I wonder if my shit will tell him why I feel so tired each day."
I laughed.  "It's all the fucking you're doing.  That's what's wearing you
out," I said happily.  I wish now that I had not been so unthinking.

Three days passed before I had the chance to speak alone with Hob while Ned
talked to Sir Robert in his apartments.  "When can we piss again?" I asked.
"Can we do it in the privy while your brother remains in this room?"  I
could see no reason why not: after all, Ned had said he was happy for us to
play that kind of game so long as we did it somewhere else.  "I think he
doesn't mind if we're in the privy out of sight.  Shall we do it after he
is in bed?  I do not want to annoy him, but I do want to do it with you
again, Hob."  "And I, Dick.  Let me think of a way."

Ned came back from Sir Robert soon after.  "There are changes, Dick.  You
ought to stay, Hob, for they affect you also.  In three days' time we shall
be leaving the Tower.  It will be under the cover of darkness and only Sir
Robert and Hob's family will know."  "Where will be going?" I asked, but
Ned did not know.  "We are not to venture outside again.  No more arrows,
and we should keep away from the windows.  It all seems very mysterious,
but Sir Robert was deadly serious.  There must be trouble at the Court with
Uncle Dickon."  Hob listened to all this in silence.  "If my father knows
then it must be that we shall all remain together in some secret place.
And if you are to remain hidden here for three days then, my lords, we have
three days when we can make great use of the long daytime hours as well as
the night-time."  He turned to Ned.  "You, my lord, will be spending time
with Sir Robert, no doubt, as he explains what plans he has for us all.
While you are engaged Dick and I will do those things of which you do not
wish to know."  Ned grinned.  "I sense that a plan has been hatched, you
two.  Very well.  You ply your disgusting trade while I attend to matters
of state."  His face told me that he was teasing.  I kissed him.  "Thank
you, brother."

Hob watched, uncertain how he should react.  It was up to me to make things
easy again.  "Hob, we can do those unmentionable things while we have no
eyes to censor us.  Meanwhile we are three boys with three cocks and
activities with them which all three of us delight in.  If Sir Robert has
banned us from being seen from outside let us not waste the short time we
still have here.  I drew myself up to my fullest height - still some inches
shorter than either of the other two.  "I am the youngest here, gentlemen,
and I offer my arse to you in supplication."

Gales of laughter greeted this, as I had hoped they would, and any
awkwardness was forgotten. Ned fucked me on the bed for many minutes more
than he had managed before while Hob knelt by me allowing me to suckle his
cock.  "Do not spunk in my mouth," I warned him, "I want your cock in my
arse as soon as Ned has filled me up."  I heard Ned chuckle while he thrust
into me.  "Uncle Anthony liked to be second in my arse sometimes," he
panted, "there was a groom who used to oblige him on special days by
fucking me first.  His was the biggest cock I've taken."  He began to fuck
me faster and deeper and I gave myself over to the sensations inside me as
his cock swelled and pushed deeper and deeper into me.  "Ah, fuck, Dick,"
he growled as his spunk filled me, "I hope we never stop."

Hob moved away from beside my head and I looked down the bed to see him
stroking his cock ready to plunge it into me when Ned slipped out.  Ned was
in no hurry though, and kept his no-longer royal sceptre well-hidden for a
pleasingly long time.  At last he slipped out and I was thrilled by two
sensations one after the other.  Hob, knowing that my arse was full of
spunk and very slippery, thrust all the way in, hard, and pressed his cock
almost up to my ribs - or so it felt.  The heat inside me was intense.  At
almost the same time Ned had moved next to my face and his cock, soft now
but very wet with his spunk and my juices, was soon in my mouth as my
hungry tongue foraged for every last trace of him.  And we had three days
like this!

We did indeed spent much of the time during those three days engaged in the
pleasures of the flesh, but much also happened as well.  To Hob's and my
joy Sir Robert sent for ... no, sought Ned's presence in his chamber to
explain what was happening in London and what plans were being hastily made
for our safety.  There had been some explosive dealings in the new King's
Council, but if Sir Robert knew any details they were not divulged to Ned.
It was made very clear that both Ned and I were likely to be in great
peril, possibly of our lives.

"How can we matter, Ned, if Uncle Dickon is King and we are royal bastards?
There have been plenty of royal bastards before."  Ned did not know, but he
was clear that Sir Robert was serious.

During Ned's absences Hob and I made much use of the privy, but we were
careful to make ourselves as fresh as we could before he returned with
news.  The first time he had sniffed on returning and said (but with a
smile) that we stank of the jakes.  Thereafter we took pains to mask all
signs of our activities.

On the second day Hob asked, when he and I were alone and sure of having an
hour or more before Ned returned, if I was ready for a new piss game.  "Of
course," I said, for I was as keen on these things as he was, "what else
can we do?"  We were already naked.  "We shall piss on each other," he
said, "for when my hot piss trickles down your body, over your cock and
runs down your legs past your balls you will feel things more intensely
than you could dream of, Dick."  I was already hard and agreed immediately.
Hob's assertion was not wrong, and when I did the same to him the smile on
his face was broader than I had seen before.  We had each emptied ourselves
of piss, and were still soaked with it, so that when Hob said he was going
to fuck me it seemed the natural end to our play.  Not so, I soon learned,
for when he was deep inside (I was on my back) he leaned forward and
whispered something so unexpected, so startling and so exciting that I
almost fainted.

"Tomorrow I shall fuck you as soon as Ned leaves, and when I'm deep inside
I shall piss in your arse.  It's what my uncle does to me, Dick, and it is
- I cannot explain.  When I do it to you tomorrow you will understand."
And then he fucked me hard - harder than either he or Ned had fucked me
before - and when his cock burst forth with spunk mine did the same,
although just a tiny drop.  Hob saw this and was amazed.  "You have come,
Dick, real spunk.  Just a little but -" and he gathered it with his
finger-tip and licked it "- yes, it's real.  You are young to be making
spunk, Dick, not yet ten years.  It must be because you are royal."  I
grinned.  It was fun being called royal even if I wasn't really royal any
more.  My balls didn't seem to know though.

That night in bed, after we had exhausted ourselves, I could not sleep.  It
was a hot night and I lay as usual between Ned and Hob, our sweaty bodies
unable to cool down.  It was a mystery to me how easily they fell asleep -
all three of us were wearied by our many comings but sleep was very far
from me.  My mind would not stop thinking about the two excitements in the
coming days.  Where would Ned and I be taken?  Would we remain there long
before Uncle Dickon - King Richard as I must now think of him - would bring
us back to London?  And of even greater importance, what would it be like
when Ned went to be with Sir Robert and Hob pissed in my arse?  I think if
I am honest the thought of having piss, hot piss, forcing its way out of
Hob's cock and into my body was more likely to be why I could not sleep.  I
reached down to hold it gently - I did not wish to wake him.  This has been
inside me, I thought, in my mouth and in my arse, and everything it has
produced has been thrilling and - almost as though my thoughts had drifted
down my fingers and into his flesh - that lovely soft cock moved, almost
like a living thing stretching and going back to sleep.  I loved Ned: he
was my brother and I knew, now that we were together, that he would always
look after me.  My feeling for Hob was quite different: he was a common boy
with an uncommon cock which made me feel the most exciting feelings
possible, and though we were far apart in rank it was his body, his cock,
his spunk, his piss, his tongue which were the more thrilling.  Did I love
him!  No.  Did I lust after him and all the things we could do?  What boy
of nearly ten years could say `no'?

We had what was becoming a familiar first few minutes after waking.  On
this occasion, perhaps because I had slept for fewer hours, Ned was fucking
Hob when I awoke.  I lay watching them, drinking in the sounds and smells
of boys at work.  Usually when we were being fucked we were on our backs,
but Hob must have remembered one of his uncle's ideas and he was on all
fours like an animal.  Ned was on top, plunging in and out and shaking the
bed - that must have been what woke me.  Hob noticed that I was watching.
"You can be useful, Dick," he muttered, "my cock is cold though my arse is
on fire with Ned's business."  Though my hands were warm I decided that my
mouth was likely to be warmer, and besides, spunk belonged in a mouth if
there was not an arse to receive it.  I wriggled under him and my lips
closed round his hard cock.  "Mmm.  Hold my balls too."  It was not easy to
keep his cock deep in my mouth while his whole body was being shaken by
Ned's efforts, but I managed without doing him any injury.  I used only one
hand to hold his balls, for my right hand was hard at work too.

Ned began to groan.  A few weeks ago his groaning that loudly as he began
to speed up would have alarmed me - would anyone hear?  But now we had
become accustomed to making as much noise as we wished: no-one had said
anything so we, like all boys, assumed that no-one had heard us.  Our
cries, groans, all noises, were unrestrained, and our pleasures seemed all
the better for that.  Suddenly Ned cried out and grasped Hob even more
tightly as his cock sought deeper access.  Each time his cock shot another
arrow into Hob he cried `yes' - six times!  I could tell that Hob was nigh
to coming for he pushed my face from his cock and began to frig himself
very fast and hard.  I stayed where I was, my face inches from his flying
fist for I wanted to see the spunk fly from his cock.  My own fist was
flying but Hob reached his coming first.  Spunk flew onto my face - two
hard streams.  "Jesu!" I cried before wrapping my lips around it.  Two more
streams crossed my tongue as I too reached my end.  I must have moaned as I
came for Hob groaned that my mouth's skill had made him spunk more than he
was expecting.

We lay in a sweating heap (with me at the bottom) for some minutes as our
cocks relaxed.  Hob dribbled a few more drops in my mouth and Ned, who had
slipped out of Hob's arse, lay beside me and licked the spunk from my face.
Then he slapped Hob's arse and said, "up, lads, we stink and today I must
smell sweet for Sir Robert.  I am to see him this morning."

Hob and I exchanged looks.  Later this morning we would have our own fun.

Sir Robert's page did not arrive to escort Ned to his master for some time
after we had broken our fast.  Hob, as always, had brought our food and
borne the dishes away afterwards.  "You like him, don't you?" Ned said
after the door had closed.  "I like what we do with him," I said, "as do
you.  He is amusing and knows a great deal that I do not, so, yes, I like
him.  Not the same as I like you though," and I grinned and put my arms
round him.  We had done our best - all three of us - to wash away the stink
of our night's activities, and I made a great show of sniffing him.  "I
judge you fit for Sir Robert," I said, bowing ceremoniously.  Ned grinned.
"And by the time I return you and Hob will stink again, no doubt.  It is a
wearisome pair that you are."  Hob returned just then and busied himself
sweeping and putting the bed to rights.  "Why do you bother?" asked Ned,
"as you know full well that as soon as I leave it will be all tousled
again."  Luckily the page arrived just then, preventing Hob from having to
think of a reply, and Ned heaved a great sigh.  "The affairs of state, my
brother, however weary I feel," he murmured.

Hob and I looked at each other, each knowing full well what was to happen
but neither willing to take the first step.  Why this particular way of
fucking was the occasion for reluctance neither of us could say, but as the
pause grew longer I saw that it would be my task to break it.  "Are you
still going to fuck me, Hob?  And piss in me?"  "Ay, Dick, if you are
willing.  My piss is boiling in me and it will not be long ere it is
boiling in your arse."  "Come then," I said, "for the inside of my arse is
on fire and I need you to quench the flames."  What nonsense we talk when
the heat of desire is upon us!

At that moment, luckily while Hob and I were still fit for company, Doctor
Argentine came in.  "Is your brother not here?" he asked.  I told him that
Ned was with Sir Robert and he looked relieved.  He stopped long enough to
ask me a series of questions about how I was feeling - did I sleep well,
did I have a cough, was I fatigued - and pausing only tell me that I would
not be pissing for him that day he took himself off.  "What was that
about?" asked Hob.  "He comes to see that Ned and I are healthy, and we
have to piss into a dish for him.  Luckily my piss today will be in a more
thrilling place, will it not, my fine Hob?"

Hob took my hand - a thing he had never done before.  He knelt in front of
me, a serious look on his face.  "This may be our last chance for fucking,
Dick.  Ned will hear things from Sir Robert which my father knows.  I heard
him and my uncle speak briefly before they saw me and quit what they were
saying.  I have loved serving you, my lord."  I could not return his
serious look.  "Up, Hob, and no more of this woeful talk.  I thank you for
your service, but I need you to serve me now as the bull serves the cow.
Well, not quite exactly, but serve me you shall.  Come."

A few moments later we were both naked, naked as we had been all night in
bed, and yet again the sight of Hob's hard cock gladdened my eyes.  I
crouched down as I had seen Hob crouch earlier.  "Good," he murmured, "for
when I have pissed enough in your arse I will pull it out and piss on your
back.  Then we will exchange and you will fuck me.  Do you have piss enough
to put out my fires?"  I grinned.  "That I do, master Hob.  Now be at me!"

There was no need for any more delay.  I felt the hot tip of Hob's cock
rubbing at my arse hole.  "Mmm," I moaned, "put it in, I need it in me."  I
felt a dribble of spit and his cock started to make its way in.  Was it
less than a dozen days since I first had a cock in me?  I felt I could not
exist without the thought that there would always be a cock ready to fuck
me.  "Yesss," I hissed, "it's in.  Now let it put out the flames."  I heard
Hob chuckle, and the feeling his cock made inside me as he did so was
wonderful: no-one had laughed while he had his cock in me before. "It's not
so easy, Dick, for my cock is hard and I cannot piss quickly.  It will not
be long though."  He reached round and took my cock in his hand.  "I swear
that you are bigger than you were when I first held you, Dick.  It must be
all the exercise your cock is enjoying."  It was my turn to chuckle. The
heat of his body clasping mine like two frogs was making me feel safe - an
odd thing given the circumstances in which Ned and I found ourselves.  But
when you are not quite ten years old and a boy of 14 who is giving you such
sinful delights is ... oh God! he was actually pissing in me!  And it was
so hot and so wicked!  Half of me wanted it to last for ever and half of me
wanted to die.  My cock started to piss: it was doing so without any
decision on my part - I was very far from being in control.  "Try not to,
Dick, for then there will be more for you to fill me with."  Wise words,
and I clamped my pissing muscles together.  Hob gave a cry, for my muscles
has squeezed his cock, tight as it was in my arse.  "Fuck, Dick, that feels
so good.  Do it again."  The second time he groaned - his cock never
ceasing to piss - and it seemed to swell and plunge even further into my
body.  Would he never stop?

"Fuck me," I begged him, my head full of stars and lightning, "fuck me
harder than you've ever fucked anyone."  He grunted, "I will as soon as
I've finished pissing.  Soon ... yes."  He grasped me tightly round the
waist and started to do what we both so hotly needed.  I felt wetness on my
legs; each time he pressed in some of his piss was forced out and splashed
onto his belly and down both our legs.  "Jesu, that feels so wicked," I
whispered.  He chuckled again, his cock chuckling in my arse, or so it
felt.  "I am close," he moaned, "when I pull out turn quickly onto your
back."  I didn't argue, for I knew that he was only a few strokes from
deliverance.

Out he pulled and quick as a flash I was on my back.  Piss flew out of my
arse but I paid it no heed.  He was kneeling over me, his hand bringing him
the last few strokes ,,, I saw the slit of his cock open ... a torrent of
white joy leapt from it, sailing through the air and landing just below my
chin ... another ... another ... six gouts of Hob's wonderful spunk.  I
gathered some in my left hand and brought it to my mouth.  As I did so he
bent forward and his tongue harvested what it could from my chest.  Sweat,
piss, spunk, a rich brew of flavours!

"My turn," I said, "crouch down."  As he did so I could see that his arse
was wet with piss, so when my cock touched the entry to his body it opened
all by itself.  I pressed into him, my cock beginning to piss almost as
soon as the head was in.  "Aah!" he groaned, "yes, Dick, let it fill me."

As I was pissing I heard the door to our chamber open.  Please God it is
only Ned, I breathed, for I could not have ceased from pissing if the Pope
himself had ordered it.  Hob urged me to stay where I was and fuck him when
I had finished as he had fucked me.  "Ay," I breathed.  The door opened.

"You are a pair of heathens," said Ned, "and though I am loth to do so I
must punish you both.  Do not move.  Well, what I mean is that you should
not get up.  Dick, if you are intending to fuck him you may do so."  This
was unexpected.  I looked up to see a brother quickly taking off his
clothes; a brother with his cock - soft, warm, lovely - in his hand; a
brother standing in front of the crouching Hob; a brother pissing - yes,
pissing - onto Hob's chest; a brother smiling at me.  "Go to, Dick, fuck
him, for that is what he needs."

Ned proved much more willing to join Hob and me in what he had called our
disgusting practice after the three of us had finished that morning.  I was
keen to know what had made him change his mind, but I did not wish to ask
him until the two of us were alone.  I knew I would have to wait until Hob
went to bring our midday meal.  As soon as he had gone I took my courage in
both hands.

"What you did when you came back so quickly and found Hob pissing up my
arse was so good, Ned, but earlier you had said you didn't want to play
like that.  What made you change your mind?"  He did not reply at once, but
after a long pause while he thought about it he confessed that the idea of
pissing had seemed nasty but that when he saw what the two of us were
doing, and how much we were loving every moment something in his head made
him suddenly want to join us. "That was why I got my cock out and pissed on
you both.  You seemed to like it, so - well, you know what happened.  I'm
glad I came back when I did, for if I had not seen your pleasure with my
own eyes I should not have believed it, and I would not be a party to all
the wickedness you and Hob have plotted."  I hugged him.  "I am glad, Ned."
"And I," he whispered, "for tomorrow we will be fetched away.  Sir Robert
has final arrangements to make, but it is certain that it will be tomorrow,
but not until after dark.  No-one is to see us depart."  "Why?" I asked,
"what is so secret about us?  We are no longer important, surely."  He
shrugged.  "Sir Robert did not say any details, but he was in great
earnest.  There must be things going on which trouble Uncle Dickon."  He
fell silent, thinking about what might be happening beyond the Tower walls.
"I feel so tired sometimes, Dick," he said softly, "hold me."

After we had eaten Hob bore everything away as usual.  "I shall be needed
by my father this afternoon," he said, "he needs me for the preparations
for our journey."  "Do you know where we shall be going?" I asked, hoping
that he might have overheard some detail from his father or his uncle.  He
shook his head.  "Shall you be back with us tonight?" I went on.  "Of
course I will, Dick.  Nothing would stop me sharing your bed on our last
night here."  He blushed.  "I should not have said that - do not tell my
father or he will whip me."  "Fear not, brave Hob," said Ned, "we knew that
we were to leave tomorrow.  After dark, Sir Robert told me."  Hob gave a
sigh if relief.  "Yes, with God's grace we shall steal away, all six of us,
when `tis safe."  We were silent, each of us turning over in our minds the
perils - and the excitements - which might lie ahead.  Then Hob brought us
back to the present.  "But there will be much fucking to be done ere we
leave London, methinks."

That night was one which has stayed in my mind for all of the 16 years
since it took place.  Although few of the things we did were new, the
belief that we - the three of us - might never do them again left a deep
impression in my memory.  We did do those things again, though not for many
more nights, but ... well, why don't I tell you?

It was almost dark when Hob joined us.  He was full of apology: his mother
(quite unaware of the special nature of her son's night-time duties) had
kept him busy helping her with packing the belongings they would need for
our flight.  Only when it was too dark to see did she relent and dismiss
him.  "She is in a great state," he told us, "convinced that we shall be
discovered and set upon by highway brigands."  "Where shall we be taken
then, if the road is dangerous?" said Ned.  Hob shrugged; his knowledge of
what lay beyond the Tower was small.  "I heard my father say it was into
Essex."  That made sense, for Essex lay close to the east of the Tower and
it was not far before there were fields and woods.  Westminster and the
royal quarters lay to the west, and if the King wished us well away from
possible trouble then fleeing to the east seemed wise.

"Enough of this," said Ned, "Dick and I have waited long enough for your
fine cock to bring us pleasure."  Hob grinned.  "And I too, my lords.
Tonight it shall have mighty exercise in as many warm places as you may
care to provide."  Ned snorted.  "Do not think that your warm places will
go unvisited by us, fellow.  Now off with your clothes!"

In a trice the three of us were naked, our cocks hard with the expectation
of much fun.  We went first to the closet, but Ned was firm that there
would be no pissing on each other on this occasion.  "Tomorrow mayhap, for
we have all day if your father allows you to have time with us, Hob, but
now I want to piss and get into bed so that my cock can have its pleasure
there."  Since we all needed to piss there was no argument: the thought of
fucking was too great to ignore.  Besides, Hob told us that he wished to
show us another of the things which he and his uncle did.

Once in bed he made Ned lie on his back.  "You will enjoy this," he said,
"and you, Dick, must watch.  But fear not, it will be your turn
afterwards."  As soon as Ned was lying down Hob got on top of him, but the
other way about, so that when Hob's mouth was above Ned's hard flesh then
his was pointing straight at Ned's mouth.  "Ah!" said Ned, "we are to suck
each other.  Is that what your wicked uncle taught you?"  Hob made no reply
and lowered himself so that Ned's cock filled his mouth.  "Mmm," he went as
he felt Ned's lips and tongue on his own hot rod.  I was astonished - never
had I imagined that such a coupling could take place.  Hob had said that I
was to watch, and I decided that the vantage point of greatest pleasure was
behind Hob's arse where I could see very clearly what Ned's lips were
doing, while at the same time I allowed my fingers to stroke the pink arse
in front of me.  "Mmm" again from Hob.  He wiggled his arse as a signal
that my attention there would be welcome.  Could I climb on and fuck him, I
wondered.  No, I decided, not least because I wished to see what was
happening.  But I allowed my fingers - wet with spit - to rub the rim of
his arsehole, which began to open.  I bent forward to lick him there.
"Mmm," (more intensely).  A finger was introduced, immediately producing a
deep sigh and more frenzied sucking by both of them.  I could not wait for
it to be my turn to have this double sensation, and my cock ached with
lust.

Quite suddenly (I had a second finger in him) Hob groaned.  The sound was
so familiar that I knew Ned's mouth must be being blessed with Hob's first
offering - an offering which seemed to take several seconds to deliver.
Ned was making noises too - was he about to bless Hob's mouth?  Suddenly
Hob rose.  "Quick, Dick, take my place.  He's nearly there."  I lay on Ned,
taking his cock in my mouth.  He could not reach my cock, but his spunking
was so close that he made no effort.  I sucked and rolled my tongue round
the red-hot cock in my mouth and I was rewarded by a great groan from Ned
and the joyous sensation of spunk pumped onto my tongue ... again ... again
... five times!  It was so hot and sweet and creamy!  As I was face down it
was hard for me to swallow, so when Hob took my head in his hands and
raised it so that our lips met my mouth was still full of Ned's spunk.  Our
mouths opened - spunk was shared, swilled round our mouths, passed back and
forth - and at last swallowed.  By this time Ned had recovered enough to
chuckle at the sight before him.  "As you are the only one who has not come
yet, Dick, you can choose how and where you wish to do so."

Both Ned and Hob had just come, and my cock was hard with urgent
need. "Suck me, Hob," I said, "see if I can make more spunk that I did
before." "Course you will," he said, "after all, you're older than you were
then." Ned laughed. "And your cock's probably bigger too." Hob made me lie
on my back and knelt between my legs. "I think it is, Ned, a bit anyway."
He bent forward and at last I felt hot soft lips on my cock. He drew my
foreskin back and licked the hot tip. I shuddered - it felt so good. I knew
that this would be our last night in the Tower - our last night in London -
and that the fuckings and suckings we shared this night might be the last
for some nights - perhaps the last we three would ever share. Hob's lips
blew these dismal thoughts from my mind, and when a finger crept under my
arse and sought entry my mind had no thoughts but the joy slowly building
up in my body. "Yes, Hob, yes," I moaned, "I'm near, yes, yes," and
suddenly I was there. My whole body was racked with spasms of ecstasy as my
cock pumped into his mouth. It was the most intense cum I'd ever
had. Moments after the feeling subsided Hob got up and showed me what was
in his mouth. Spunk! Not a lot, but more than a drop or two. "Let me see,"
demanded Ned. Hob turned to him, his mouth still open. Ned peered
in. "Yes," he said, "that's worth having," and he drew Hob's lips to his.

Their mouths stayed coupled for two or three minutes, and when Ned finally
broke away he grinned at me. "Tasty, my little brother! I shall want that
every day now." I grinned foolishly - I loved Ned and knew that if he
wanted my spunk, still not very much, then he must love me too. "And I
yours, Ned. Now that Hob has showed us this new way we can feed on each
other's spunk at the same time.

Hob coughed. "You must not forget me, my lords. My spunk needs to be
harvested too." "Never fear, Hob," said Ned, "your spunk will fill our
arses." He paused a second or two. "And I think this would be a good
time. Can you get it hard again?" Hob chuckled. "Why don't you try, Dick?
Do to me what I just did to you, but stop when I'm hard. Then I'll fuck
Ned, and when I've had a rest and my balls have set to to make more spunk
I'll plough your furrow and plant my seed." He bent over and whispered in
my ear, "and I'll last much longer up your arse, Dick, because my cock will
be weary." I smiled at the thought that when my furrow was ploughed it
would be for longer. I remembered the feeling of Hob's cock and how his
spunk had shot so hard up my arse. My cock stirred: it was remembering too!

The candles were almost gone by the time the three of us fell asleep. Each
of us had come three or four times in someone else's mouth or arse. I know
that both Hob and Ned fucked me, and I fucked both of them. My cock was
very tender when we agreed to stop, and when I said so Hob very gently took
it in his mouth again. "There, I've kissed it better," he said. I
giggled. "Just like my nurse used to do, only it was never my cock she
kissed, just my knee or whatever I'd hurt."

We slept very soundly that night, and when we woke we were too weary to do
anything beyond gentle cuddling. I was in the middle that morning and I
felt Hob's cock pressed into my crack. I reached behind me to hold it - it
was hot and hard in my hand. "Do you want to fuck me?" I whispered. "I want
to, Dick, but I can't. I must piss and then go to the kitchen."

When he had gone I turned over. Ned was still fast asleep. I looked at his
face and felt a surge of love for him. We had been together for less than
two months, but in that time we had done so much together. Had I known then
that we would have only a few more days together I think I would have wept
for ever. But Dame Fortune was kind, and I had no inkling of what lay
ahead.

It was early evening that day when Sir Robert came to our room. He told us
that we should be ready to leave just before dark. "You will travel light,
my lords, and your clothes will be packed in a moment." "Where will we be
going, Sir Robert?" asked Ned. "You will be taken to his estate at Gipping,
in Suffolk, by Sir James Tyrrell. The King trusts him, and it is His
Grace's wish that you will be in his care. I do not know what will happen
there - whether you will remain there, or travel further after a few
days. I do not even know whether you will remain together. The King has
only told me that you are to move tonight, but I sense that he is very
worried for your safety." Ned started to ask a question, but Sir Robert
stopped him. "No, your Grace - my lord, I'm sorry - do not ask me any
more. I have already said more that I should." He went to the door. "God
bless you both," and he was gone.

"Do you know Tyrrell, Ned?" He shook his head. "But if Uncle Dickon trusts
him, then we should, Dick."

At that moment Hob's father and his brother came in with clothes in their
arms. "Strip off, my lads," said Robin cheerfully, "and put these on. You
are to look like common lads while we make our escape tonight." Ned and I
exchanged looks - the smock and breeches looked dirty and neither of us
were keen to wear such unfamiliar clothes. Hal noticed our distaste. "You
will get used to them, my lords, but it's likely that it will only be for a
day or two. Now let me help you into your new robes." His humour was
infectious, and we both knew that being in disguise would make our journey
less hazardous. Still, the clothes itched terribly. "You are used to fine
linen and silks, lads - you are lads now, not lords - but this is what Hob
has been wearing all his life." I caught Ned's eye: we were well aware of
the nature of Hob's clothing, having seen him doff it often enough.

Worse was to come. Robin said that we must have our heads shaved. "Common
boys do not have fine hair like you." I protested, but to no avail. "It
would be folly if your pride caused you to be unmasked," said Robin. "If
God wills it and you are found somewhere safe it will grow again."

When Robin was satisfied that we looked common enough to attract no
attention he bowed awkwardly to Ned. "I am ashamed of what I am required to
do, Sire, and I pray your forgiveness." Ned smiled. "Robin, Dick and I
quite understand. We know that our uncle, the King, is making plans for our
safety, and we accept that some of the steps on the way may be less than
delightful. You and Hal are charged with saving our lives - from what or
whom we do not know - and we will obey you. The sooner we reach Gipping the
sooner our linen and silks may be restored to us." He smiled, seeing that
Robin had been startled by his mention of Gipping. "Sir Robert has told us
our destination, Robin. Is it far?"

"It is nigh on a hundred miles, Ned. Forgive me again, but if you are to
pass as common boys in my service I must call you by your names. We will
travel only to a safe house tonight, about four or five hours on the way."
I was alarmed - surely we weren't going to walk a hundred miles? Hal saw my
alarm. "Do not worry, Dick, you won't be walking. We have a wagon and two
fine horses. They will walk faster than you, I fancy. We will be with Sir
James and his esquire - eight of us altogether. You will be safe, I
promise." At such a promise Ned and I crossed ourselves - you could never
be too sure.

Robin led us down to the kitchens, a part of the Tower we had never seen
before. There was his wife Margaret with hampers of food and
clothes. "Well, lads," she said, "you must get used to our rough ways." She
was smiling, so I had no fear that her rough ways would be too hard for
us. "You are Ned and Dick, and you are the sons of my brother in Gipping -
at least that is what we will say if we are challenged. My brother's name
is Godwin, Godwin Brewster." Ned said we ought to know what our father's
trade was. Robin laughed. "Why, he must be a brewer of ale if he is called
Brewster, Ned." Ned blushed and I felt sorry for him. The things that a
king required to know were different from the things a common lad
knew. "Never mind, Ned," I whispered, "I did not know either. I think it's
best for us to keep our mouths shut." "Quite right, my masters," said
Robin, "then no-one will hear that you speak like noblemen."

The six of us moved out into the yard where Sir James was waiting with a
wagon. He bowed stiffly to Ned and me. "Not a word, my lads," and he
pointed to the wagon. We climbed in with Margaret and Hob. I was glad it
was covered as the night was cold. Margaret took blankets from one of the
hampers which Robin and Hal loaded in with us. "Wrap yourselves in these,
lads," she said, "for we have a long way to go before you can rest."

Mercifully the journey was without hazard and when the wagon stopped it was
beginning to be light in the east. We were drawn up in the courtyard of a
large house in darkness. Margaret said softly that we would spend the day
here and move on again after dark. Sir James led us into the servants' hall
where the cook greeted us with hot soup and fresh bread. "Eat, then sleep,"
he said, "you will be safe here." He turned to an old man who bowed to
us. "You are welcome, my lords. In my house you will be treated with your
proper rank." He smiled sadly. Ned knew that it was his duty to make the
right response. "We are grateful to you, sir, and though it is wise that we
do not know your name, my brother and I will be forever in your debt." We
both bowed, and fell to our soup.

That set the pattern for the next two days and nights. We reached Gipping
not long after dawn after three nights of wearisome travel. "I never wish
to travel in a wagon again," I muttered to Ned. "Amen to that," he
murmured. Hob grinned but was wise enough to say nothing. Nothing, that is,
until we were in another kitchen with a fine breakfast before us. Sir James
made it clear that the pretence of our new lowly status must be continued
in his house. "My staff are trustworthy, but there is always the danger of
a tradesman hearing gossip. So you, my lords, and Hob, should remain in
each others' company. That was when Hob, sitting on my right as we ate,
whispered that it was pleasing to him that we were to remain together, "for
my balls," as he put it, "have enjoyed three days and three nights of
brewing fine gallons of spunk for two fine common lads like you".

Whether Sir James - or his steward, perhaps - had had knowledge that we
three boys would sleep together I never knew. But sleep together we did,
and not long after our breakfast was finished. Sir James came into the
kitchen as we were eating and explained what was to happen.

"You will remain here until the next stage of your journey. That is likely
to be in a few days only, and I fear I must give you bad news. For your
greater safety the King has ordered that you no longer remain together
after you leave here." This was terrible news, and Ned and I both exclaimed
with dismay. "It will be hard for both of you, but it must be so. The King
has ordered it so, and he must be obeyed. But while you are both here you
may rest and be at ease - you are as safe here as anywhere in England. Now
I must go. I shall speak to you again this evening. Rest, the three of
you."

The steward showed us to a large bedroom. The curtains were drawn against
the early sun and only a couple of candles in sconces lit the room. Though
the light was dim it was bright enough to show a large bed. Two maids were
there filling a large tub with hot water. "We stink," said Hob cheerfully,
"and I for one am willing to admit it." He started to take off his clothes
and the maids scurried out, their task complete. In less than a minute I
had joined him, naked and rubbing myself with the scented cloth. "Hurry,
Hob, for I will wait no longer," said Ned, standing naked, looking at Hob's
cock as it rose under Hob's hands as he cleaned himself. Hob grinned. "Got
to be nice and clean for you, my masters," and he leapt out with a
splash. Ned took his place beside me. I reached across and felt his
cock. "Soon," I said. He nodded and set to with the cloth.

The three of us towelled ourselves dry and were soon in bed. Three freshly
clean boys, three boys whose cocks had had no exercise - save pissing - for
three nights, three boys whose six balls were brimming with spunk to be
shed all too soon.

*****

At a most inopportune moment I have been obliged to break off my
narrative. King Henry (the words still seek to choke me - after all, I am
by right King Richard IV) has summoned me to hear yet again how merciful he
is being towards me in having me hanged, rather than hacked to pieces. It
is hard to show gratitude, harder indeed for me than it would be for
another since my beating has made speech well-nigh impossible. It is
curious that I am more downcast by the fact that I dribble constantly than
that I shall shortly be hanged. Perhaps being taken to Tyburn allows the
chance of behaving like a man for the last time, rather than an infant or
an ancient dribbling his life away.

Henry tried yet again to find out the details of my life between fleeing
the Tower in 1483 and being crowned in Dublin, and yet again I mumbled
something - something far from the truth. Both he and I knew that the
humble boy from Tournai was a fiction, but only I - and now you - know the
truth. I have the rest of today and one last night to finish my story. I
must leap over some of the more exciting details, alas!

*****

Sir James was misinformed: that was the last night the three of us would
spend together. Early the next morning Dorset came to Gipping. Dorset was
Ned's and my half-brother - the son of our mother before she was widowed
and our lusty father bedded her. We knew who he was, of course, but as he
was so much older he was never someone with whom we had spent any
time. After he spent a short time with Sir James the two of them summoned
Ned and me to the Hall. Dorset smiled grimly. "The King has commanded me to
take you, my lord," (pointing at me) "away this day." I must have looked
afraid, for he smiled - not a thing he did readily - and told me that I
need not fear. "The King wishes you to be safe, Richard, and Edward too,
but he believes you will be safer if you are not together. That way any
enemies will find it harder to seek you out." Ned asked who these enemies
might be. Dorset shrugged. "They are many, and they are faceless. Now
gather what you need, Richard. We ride in an hour." Ned and I were
dismissed.

Back in our room we hugged as tears flowed. "Oh Ned," I wept, "may God keep
you safe, my brother." "Amen to that," murmured Ned, and then, to lighten
the burden our of parting, said, "at least our last night was something we
- all three of us - will always remember. Next time you put your arse under
such strain remember me, little brother." I giggled. Putting my arse under
such strain had been a pleasure indeed.

No sooner had the three of us climbed into the bed than Hob took Ned's cock
in one hand and mine in the other. "Ah!" he said, "two fine hard cocks and
it is still morning. My masters, we have all day. Who is to have my spunk
first?" I was quick-witted enough to say that, as he was older, Ned should
have that honour. Hob cast a sly look at me, knowing that I knew that when
he delivered the second ration of his precious gift the process of giving
would take longer. "And where would you like to have it, Ned?" Ned thought
a moment. "If it is like to be as great an amount as I know my balls have
been busy making then I wish it to be in my mouth, so that I may gauge its
quantity. My arse, though hungry to have your cock filling it, has no
ability to judge the amount of your benison." "Fine words!" said Hob,
gently pushing Ned's shoulders down the bed. I started to count one, two
... trying to match my heartbeat. I had reached only 37 before Hob groaned
mightily and Ned's "mmm" told me that Hob's balls had made their first
delivery. I burrowed down under the covers and took Ned's head in my
hands. "Share," I whispered urgently, "now."

The quantity was indeed wondrous.

In that bed, less than an hour later (after I had sucked Ned's cock and
been blessed with all his balls had to offer) Ned fucked me. Had I been
able to count my heartbeats they would have exceeded a thousand - though
they did speed up alarmingly as he drove to my own little heaven a few
minutes before he joined me there. Three sweaty boys free in a bed with -
for a few brief hours - no care in the world. Outside, downstairs, the
world spun on; in our bed we held each other, touched each other, kissed
each other, murmured silly nonsense to each other. And later we took each
other to heaven again. Hob, after he had come for the third time, lay back
exhausted on the pillows. Perhaps he had been quietly told that Ned and I
were to be parted. "Now, my fine lads, it's time for the two of you to show
how much you love each other. Turn head to tail and take each other's cock
in your mouth. Worship your brother's cock, stroke his arse, fondle his
balls. Make the next hour more beautiful and thrilling that any hour
before. And I will let my balls do their work while I lie back and watch."

Ned turned to me and smiled that easy smile I had grown to love. "Well,
Dick, do you feel up to obeying such detailed instruction?" "I think so, my
lord," I replied, grinning foolishly, and turned my body. Moments later I
felt Ned's lips and tongue welcoming my spunky cock. Moments after that I
was tasting the hot essence of spunk on Ned's cock - hard like mine,
throbbing with his heartbeat like mine, full of promise of more ecstasy -
delayed, prolonged - like mine.

When finally Hob could see that Ned and I were poised on the precipice of
joy he knelt over us and, his hand whipping fast, came a fine fourth
fountain onto our sweaty bellies. "Aaaah!" he groaned as Ned's belly
muscles spasmed and he cast his spunk deep inside my mouth. I swallowed
furiously as the double blessing of Hob's spunk on my belly and Ned's spunk
in my throat hurtled me to my own delivery.

I would never have sex with Ned again. He had indeed put my arse under
strain. By dawn that last morning I had been fucked five times, albeit only
twice by my brother.

I had very few possessions to take with me - my fine clothes had been left
behind in the Tower - so apart from a spare undershirt and a jerkin there
was little to weigh me down. I hoped that wherever Dorset was taking me
there would be warm and comfortable clothes. I had not relished the rough
clothing our disguise had made necessary. Dorset and Sir James appeared in
our bedroom. "It is time," said Dorset, "come, Richard." Ned embraced me a
last time. "Take this, and remember me," he said softly, "I love you,
Dick." Tears were in his eyes, and in mine. He thrust something in my hands
and turned away. I saw that he had given me his own Book of Hours, still
with his royal insignia inside. Edward V. My tears flowed freely.

Dorset put his hand on my arm. "Come now," he said. I nodded. "Do you
prefer to be called Dick?" I nodded again - speech was not possible. "Well
then, my brave Dick, it's time to go. You will be safe, I promise you." I
did not see the look that passed between him and Sir James, but later that
day, when we arrived at our night's lodging, Hob told me that he had seen
it. "I do not think Sir James was as confident as your brother." I was glad
that Hob was with us - we were a small party, just five of us on three
horses. Two boys, my brother Dorset and his two squires. I rode behind
Dorset and Hob behind a squire (I never knew their names).

Hob, like me, was torn from his family. His parents and his uncle had
remained at Gipping with Ned. I was lucky, I thought: at least Hob and I
would be able to go on with our fucking as long as no-one thought to
separate us. It would be up to me, I decided, to make my wishes
plain. Dorset might be older and wiser than I, and to have instructions
from King Richard, but I had been fucked by a king, and that surely gave me
a strong position to make my desires known.

I need not have worried. When we reached a manor house well to the west
around dusk Dorset was expected. He dismissed his squires to tell the
servants that food was needed and spoke to Hob and me in the Hall. "We
sleep here tonight and we leave early tomorrow. Our journey will take six
days. I assume you will wish to sleep in the same room." Hob blushed, but I
had no shame. "Of course," I said, "Hob is my squire." Dorset gave me a
sideways look. "I was a boy like you many years ago, young Dick. Your path
is perilous, but your bed will be safe." Hob was blushing even more. "Where
are we bound?" I asked. "I have an estate at Coldridge, in Devon, remote
from any town. That is where you will live, at least until the King thinks
it safe to move you out of England." "Out of England!" I said, too loudly
perhaps, "why out of England?" Dorset shrugged. "Your enemies are in this
land, Dick, yours and Ned's - and the King's also. With you and Ned no
longer at large the King's enemies will soon cease looking for you. That is
the hope, at all events. Now we eat, and you boys go and get up to
mischief." Dorset smiled again and Hob blushed. I grinned. I was beginning
to like my half-brother.

Dorset and I ate alone - a fine meal, and most welcome after our travel. He
told me something of the journey which lay ahead - five more days until we
reached Devon. I had no understanding of where Devon lay, so Dorset drew me
a rough map. "Is there danger on the way?" I asked. Dorset shrugged (he
shrugged a great deal, I noticed). "There is always danger, Dick, but I do
not think we shall be at too great a risk. I am armed, as are my squires,
and we can easily deal with any footpads." I shook my head. "No, I meant
danger from the King's enemies." "That, my brother, is what we cannot
know. King Richard has enemies whose names he knows - all kings, nay, all
powerful men, have enemies they know. They are best kept close, or so far
away that they can cause no mischief. But there are enemies whom we do not
know. They may seem to be friends of the King, or they may be completely
unknown. That us why your uncle believes that you and Edward are no longer
such a clear threat." "But we are no threat," I said, "we are bastard and
surely harmless." Dorset smiled sadly. "Bastard you both may be, but you
are still the sons of one king and the nephews of another. And that king's
crown sits uneasy on his head thanks to your foolish father's manner of
dealing with my mother." He would say no more on the subject.

"Tomorrow we rise early so that our journey may not be too hurried. Now off
to bed with you, Dick. I fancy your squire's meal will have finished long
since. He will have made your bed ready." Dorset smiled. "Be happy while
you can, Dick. Once we reach Devon we will rest until the King sends fresh
orders. I cannot see beyond the next few months."

I got up and thanked him. "I wish Ned and I had known our big brother
earlier." He laughed. "Big brothers, Dick, I have a brother too. Now off
with you. Don't keep Hob waiting." As I was shown to my room I wondered why
Dorset was so little concerned that Hob and I were closer than a prince - a
former prince - and his attendant should be. Then I remembered that
immediately before he had bidden me to bed he had told me of his
brother. Had they too played the sort of games Ned and I had played? That
Hob and I were about to play?

When I reached my bedroom I found two things to delight me. The immediate
sight which greeted me as soon as I entered was a naked Hob standing on the
bed. An erect naked Hob! He pointed to something hidden on the far side of
the bed. A tub, and from the look of it a tub full of hot water. "How have
you arranged that, my fine Hob?" He grinned. "The people who live here must
have known that weary travellers need to get the stink of horses off
them. They must also have known that boiling enough water for two tubs is
too much, so I'm afraid we will have to share. That is, if you don't want
me stinking of horse when we are in bed." It was my turn to grin. "And if
you are not to clean yourself in my dirty water we had better share, had we
not?" While this exchange had been taking place I had removed my simple
clothes - it was a benefit, I supposed, of having peasant clothing that it
could be taken off so much more quickly than the fine stuff I'd always had
until then.

Hob allowed me to climb into the hot water first, but as soon as I was in
he joined me. There was very little room, but neither of us minded. We
rubbed the oil into each other, standing to do so. I made sure that Hob's
cock, his balls and his arse were given all my attention. Hob's cock was
hard with need, and when Hob did me the same courtesies mine matched his in
urgency. Keen to get into bed together we completed the rest of our washing
rather perfunctorily, and only a couple of minutes passed before we were
naked in each other's arms. I sighed. It was the first night I would pass
without Ned since I had joined him in the Tower so many weeks
earlier. Joined him when he was King and I a Duke.

"Do not sigh, Dick," said Hob softly, "may I call you that while we are
just the two of us alone? It will be natural if we are to pretend to be two
common lads travelling together - brothers perhaps," and he touched his
lips to mine. There was no need for me to answer: indeed there was no
opportunity for my lips were on fire with the touch of his. Seconds later
our tongues were grappling, our lips pressed tightly together, our hands
roaming over the other's body. We clasped each other, hard cocks pressing
into firm bellies. Unlike our leisured behaviour last night this was
urgent, and unlike last night there were only two lusty boys in bed.

Our tongues played their game for several minutes while our cocks ground
against our bellies. "Fuck me," I groaned, "I need you in me, Hob."

I lay on my back with my knees by my ears, my arse open, begging,
welcoming. Hob knelt between my legs. He had some of the oil from the tub
and I felt his fingers as they entered me, coating my inside with
oil. "Aaah! Hob, that is so good." "And when it is my cock in there, Dick,
it will be ten times better." "A hundred," I murmured happily as his
fingers slipped out. He bent forward and took my cock in his mouth. I
groaned. Nothing mattered outside. England was of no importance. Only this
room, this bed, was my little world. "Not now," I whispered, "I will come
if you suck me any more. I want to come while you are fucking me, Hob. In,
now, in with all your hot inches. Pour your spunk into me."

Hob chuckled. "You are on fire for me tonight. Well, I must hose you down,"
and he drove his cock into me. Hard, hard, deep - God! how it hurt, and
seconds later God! how its heat filled me with sensations I could not
describe. He bent forward, his cock deep inside me. His lips met mine, but
this time our kissing was not frenzied as it had been. This was a gentle
touch of mouths while his cock was preparing to fuck me, to take me to
heaven. Suddenly words came into my mouth. "I love you," I whispered. Hob
grinned, but said nothing.

He started to fuck me. Slowly, each withdrawal making me fear he would slip
out, each plunge in making my toes curl with lust. I moaned, "yes, yes,
Hob, yes." He got faster and I knew I was close myself. "Soon," I moaned,
and a few seconds later I felt my balls tighten as they flung spunk into my
cock and out up over my chest. "Mmm," murmured Hob, "yes, Dick, yes
... that is the biggest you've done. Six big spurts," and he bent forward
to lick as much as he could off my face and chest. "Your arse clenched on
my cock as you came. Now it's my turn," and he resumed his hard fast
fucking. I must have cried out as he plunged into me for I heard him say
`ssh' but I did not care. I was being fucked by the boy I loved and the
whole of England should know about it.

Then he was there. A great groan escaped him and he clasped me to him, his
cock - his wonderful cock - spurted seven times deep inside me. He fell
onto me and I clasped him to me. I never wanted him to let go, never wanted
his cock to soften and slip out. Time seemed to stand still. I could feel
his heart pounding, as I imagine mine must have been. Then, inevitably, I
felt his cock slip from my arse. I pulled him up. "I want it in my mouth,"
I whispered. Hob shuffled up the bed and I was able to take his cock, soft
now but spunky, between my lips. "Pull your foreskin back," I murmured, "I
want to taste all of you."

That night I crossed a boundary. The feeling I had for Hob, a common boy,
was more intense that the feeling I had had for Ned, a king, my brother. I
could not explain it as I lay in bed that night, and I cannot explain it
now, sixteen years later. All I know is that it was real, and while it
lasted it filled my every waking thoughts.

That night I fucked Hob. I had fucked him before, of course, many
times. But I had never fucked this Hob - the Hob I loved.

King Henry's time presses on me, so let me say only that we arrived in
Coldridge, at Dorset's manor, after another five days and another four
nights, each even more deeply passionate that the one before. After we had
fucked each other on the last night of our travels and we lay in each
other's sweaty spunk-smelling arms Hob whispered that he loved me. "I have
feared saying so, Dick, for though we pretend to be lads together I know
who you really are, and I felt I could not tell you how I felt. When you
said you loved me that first night I felt the same, but could not say it. I
say it now in case we are unable to be together when we reach Devon
tomorrow." I felt tears in my eyes. "I don't want us to be apart. Wherever
we go you will be the one I love, and I will not let anyone separate us. As
far as the world is concerned you are my body servant." We both giggled,
knowing that the service each of us supplied to the other's body was not
what a body servant was usually providing.

The next morning Dorset took me into his private room and sat me down. He
had a serious look on his face. "Now that we are safe here I may tell you
more of what has been happening in England. That traitor Stafford,
Buckingham I should say, has rebelled against the king and has been put to
death. He was your uncle's closest ally, Dick, so you can understand how
perilous your uncle's throne is. There are others, but none as
close. Tomorrow I must return to London to let the king know that you are
secure. Your brother should be with your aunt in Burgundy by now. Tyrrell
was to conduct him there the day after we left Gipping. The Duchess
Margaret will keep him safe at her Court until any danger has passed,
though only God knows how long that may be." "Amen to that," I said, "but
how long will you be away? Who will guard us?" He smiled. "The household
will keep you safe and fed, lad, and they know who you are. My squires will
remain here, and I have no doubt that your own trusty squire will keep you
close." I blushed. "Do not fear, Dick, it is good to have a companion in
your bed. He may not be there for ever, but while he is you should - both
of you - take what pleasures you may." He stretched out across the table
and took my hand. "Be happy while you are safe."

Hob and I remained at Coldridge for several months enjoying each other in
as many ways as boys of our age could devise.

It was the following spring of 1484 when Dorset rode to Coldridge. He had
not been there since he brought us months earlier. He took one look at me
and was amused at how much I had grown. "You are more like your lusty
father than ever, Dick. You have his flaxen hair and you will have his
height when you are grown." I was pleased: being compared to my father gave
me a thrill, and as he was lusty ... you can imagine that I was keen to
follow him in that as well. "Hob and you are happy still?" I nodded,
finding words impossible. How much did Dorset know? He had mentioned that
he had a brother - had they fucked each other as boys? I would never know.

"In two days you will be leaving here, you and your Hob. The king has
charged me with taking you out of England like your brother." "Shall I see
him again?" "No, he remains with your aunt in Burgundy. You are to go in
hiding in another land. Do not ask me more."

In the event I travelled in several countries in Europe, never remaining in
one place for more than two years at most. By the time I was 17 I was in
Lisbon, in Portugal. Hob was then 21 and still my squire and my lover. My
uncle had been killed defending his throne and Henry Tudor had taken
it. All King Richard's plans to keep Ned and me safe had succeeded.

Ned had had support from Margaret in Burgundy and had returned to England
with an army in 1487, two years after our uncle's death. His army had been
defeated at Stoke where he had been severely injured. When I heard of this
two years after it happened I gave thanks to God that he had survived his
injury - a great damage to his face. Ironic that I shall go to my death
tomorrow with great damage to my face!

I must make haste. I returned to claim my throne. My throne? Yes, for it
had been given out that Ned had been killed at Stoke. King Henry would not
waste time pursuing a dead King Edward V. King Edward? Yes, for Henry had
married my sister Elizabeth, and in order to do so had reversed the
bastardy on her, and therefore on all our father's children. Ned, being
thought dead, meant that the rightful king was Richard IV - me. I made a
treaty with King James of Scotland and sealed it by marrying his daughter,
my beloved Kate. Hob understood. Kings (I had been crowned in Dublin) had
wives for the continuity of the royal line, but were able to keep the
special companionship of a trusted, and beloved, body servant. To my
surprise I found I could love both Kate and Hob.

I went to Devon to raise troops. That part had always been strong for the
House of York. In Coldridge I saw Ned. He was living in the same house
under the name of John Evans. I asked him why and he smiled (though `smile'
is not the best word to describe the grimace that his poor damaged face
made, but I am sure it was meant as a smile). "John is a common enough
name, but look at the first two letters of the other." It was my turn to
smile. "If I am successful, Ned, I promise I will find a way to restore you
to your dignity." He smiled again and said that he was content to spend the
rest of his days as a reclusive gentleman where nobody could find him. When
I left the next day that was the last time I saw him. I hope he is still
alive and undiscovered.

My Scots army was too small and the English nobles who came to my cause
were too few. Henry's men found me and I surrendered. I was tortured and
severely beaten and condemned to be hanged, drawn and quartered as a
traitor. Henry maintained the fiction that I was an imposter - Perkin
Warbeck from Tournai, the son of a boatman. I have no idea how he decided
on that identity, but I agreed to accede to it in return for the life and
freedom of Kate and my son. Henry, perhaps in fear of a third uprising from
what is left of the York line which might be successful, decided that he
would not himself wish such a gruesome death, and agreed to have me
mercifully hanged instead. I was not slow to agree.

And now my time has run out. My confessor will come in half an hour. He
will shrive me, but far more important he will take this document with him
in a Bible. The Bible I shall give him with pages cut away and these pages
folded into their place. God will forgive me for damaging His Word, I hope.

Amen.  Richard R

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