Date: Mon, 08 Mar 1999 04:35:21 PST
From: eagleman_50@hotmail.com
Subject: KNIGHTS OF THE ROD - VII

   This is the seventh in a series of stories about Roan, a teenager in
the Middle Ages.  It contains sex between teenagers, between men and
teenagers and incest.
   Comments welcomed: Eagleman_50@Hotmail.com


   Three years passed and the band of raw recruits that Bruce started
with had been trained and molded into one of the most awesome private
armies in England.  Other young men had also joined themselves to the
knights, underwent the grueling training process and became real
soldiers.  With this martial band Bruce had been able to extend
William's domain until it became the greatest in the realm. Only the
king's domains were greater, but William's, because they were more ably
administered, were wealthier. Henry, his benefactor had died, and the
new king, Edward, saw William as a rival; consequently,  there had been
much talk of a war between William and the king. But William was working
hard to prevent any open conflict from erupting. He was more concerned
with maintaining order in a realm that had become beset with thieves,
brigands and murderers.  Together, with his cousin, the Earl of Claxton,
he was trying to exterminate those that were unruly.

   Roan came riding over the hill and stopped to look down into the
valley.  He had been riding all morning on an errand for William. He
could see the tiny figure of a man coming toward him and decided to wait
until he could tell if it was friend or foe.  He was often chosen to
carry out special assignments for William because of his maturity, his
grace, his ability, and his handsomeness.  People tended to naturally
trust him and to seek to get into his good graces. As he watched the
approaching rider he wondered if this was the knight he was to meet.
William had told him his name was Thomas and he would take him to
Claxton Hall on the east of England, near the coast.  This mission was
special and he wanted to make sure he completed it successfully.  The
knight was near enough for him to see the red scarf which was a token
between them.  He alighted and waited for the knight to ride up and do
the same.  He noted that he was about twenty and five, handsome and
tall. He was wearing a knight's garb and he rode as if born in the
saddle.  He smiled as he approached Roan and then alighted to shake his
hand.
   "I'm Thomas, Thomas of Staunton, son of Cadfael."  Roan gripped his
hand and felt his strong handshake.
   "I'm Roan, Knight of the Rod, my pleasure, sir."  He bowed slightly
and waited.
   "We have a long journey before us, at least another day.  There are
several monasteries that will offer us hospitality at night.  It is too
dangerous to be along the roads in the dark in these parts. If you are
ready we can leave now."
   "I am ready, let's go."  Roan noted the businesslike manner of the
knight and smiled as he climbed on his horse and started off behind him.
  They talked as they rode along and got to know each other much better.
Roan kept looking at Thomas' handsome face and wondering whether he was
a candidate for the Rod. He was lost in that thought when Thomas turned
off main road and began following a trail that led into a wood.  They
rode through the wood until they came to a clearing and there Roan saw
the Monastery of Elsworth. In those days monasteries served as inns or
hotels, having special sections reserved for travellers who were
passing.  Thomas turned in at this monastery and was received by the
abbot who gave them two small rooms and a simple meal. The small rooms
were sparsely furnished with a bed and a chest.  There was a door that
led into the room and another door that connected them. After dinner
they bade goodnight to their host and went to their respective rooms.
Roan lay across the bed, thinking about the assignment he had and
wondering when he would return to Farnham and Caxton.  Caxton, at
seventeen, had grown into a formidable warrior, an intense lover, and a
special friend.  Leaving him behind had been very difficult and Roan was
anxious to get back to him.
   Then his mind wandered to Thomas and he thought of trying the little
door that led to his room.  As he considered this the little door opened
and Thomas walked in, clothed in a long smock that reached to his knees,
but nothing else.
   "Thought you might like company, Roan.  I'm not sleepy yet, are you?"
   "No, as a matter of fact I was thinking about going to you."
   Thomas grinned and walked across the room, sitting on the bed next to
Roan.  He looked up at Roan and stared at him.
   "You are handsome, Roan, I'm sure many lord and ladies have sought
your favors."  Roan reached over and gently ran his hand across Thomas'
face.
   "Lords yes, but ladies are not my interest."  Thomas had let his hand
rest on Roan's leg as he turned toward him.
   "Me, either, Roan." At that Thomas put his arm around Roan's neck,
pulled him down on the bed, lay over him and began kissing him
passionately.  Without any warning Thomas stuck his tongue into his
mouth and tied it to Roan's.  Both tongues began twirling in the
cavernous mouth like two tightly joined snakes. Roan stretched out on
the bed, allowing Thomas to lay on him with their pelvis' grinding
against each other. He let his hand pull Thomas' smock up revealing his
naked buttocks.  He felt the shapely buns and began grasping fistfuls of
flesh as he pulled him into him.  He felt Thomas' long dick pushing
against his and raised his body to get more of him. Thomas broke the
kiss, raised up and pulled his smock off.  Now he was naked in Roan's
arms.  He lay back down on Roan and resumed the grinding movement.
Roan's hands were busy on Thomas hot ass, pulling his cheeks and
kneading his flesh.
   "Let me get undressed!"  Roan eased Thomas off and removed his
clothes.  Thomas waited and then gently pushed him back onto the bed,
getting back into their previous position.  This time their dicks were
pressing against each other as their bodies flowed together in a
sensuous grind.  Thomas kept pumping into Roan as he kissed him all over
his upper body - head, cheeks, neck, shoulders.
   "Fuck me, Roan, fuck me!"
   Thomas rolled over onto his stomach and presented his melon shaped
buns to Roan.  He spread his long muscular legs as Roan got between them
and put one hand on each asscheek.  Roan spread the cheeks apart and
looked into the hairy crevice.  Thomas, who was blonde, had long strands
of yellow hair growing out of his asscrack almost covering the little
hole.  His muscled back flowed down into a narrow waist with jutting
buttocks.  Roan spit into his hand, lubricated his cock and put it into
the deep valley.  By now Roan's cock had grown to a little more than
nine inches and was thick, so he took his time getting it into the tight
little hole that beckoned him so earnestly. Thomas pushed up to receive
the long tool and embedded himself on the fleshly rod. Roan took his
time, he wanted to savor the delights of this handsome knight's tight
ass for as long as he could.  He was a master at prolonging the act of
love and he used all of his techniques on Thomas.  He plowed into him
senuously, grinding his way down the tunnel that held him so tightly.
Each stroke brought forth a moan from Thomas signalling that Roan was
touching the right places within. Roan raised up on his arms and looked
down between their bodies as his long dick moved in and out in regular
rhythm. He watched Thomas' ass rise and fall in time with his grinding
pelvis. Time seemed to stand still as the two knights enjoyed each
other's body.  Roan lay back down on Thomas' back and nibbled his
earlobes as he continued to fuck him deep and hard.  He liked the
continual moans emanating from Thomas because they told him he was
giving him great pleasure. Finally Roan felt himself reaching a climax.
By now his pace was furious as he slammed in and out in a frenzy.
Thomas' prostate had been assaulted so much by the big dick he was now
at a point of esctasy.
   "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Thommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yessssssssssssss! Roannnnnnnnnnnnnn!"
   Both knights came together, spewing forth their juices in tandem,
moaning and crying with the intensity of their orgasms. Then, they fell
asleep in each other's arms, anticipating many other nights of such pure
pleasure.
   In the morning they were given a simple meal and set out for the
coast.  The sun was bright in the sky but there was a strong wind and a
cool breeze that caused them to pull their cloaks tightly around them as
they rode swiftly toward their destination.  Roan could tell they were
nearing the coast because of the number of seagulls he saw and the smell
of foam that the wind was blowing across the countryside.  They rode all
day, stopping once to eat from the provisions the abbot had given them.
As the evening approached Roan noted that Thomas seemed to be uncertain
about what to do.
   "I think we should continue on, we need to reach Claxton by dark."
   "Is it far?"  Roan felt a twinge of uneasiness, but did not know what
caused it.  He reached for his sword and gripped it tightly, glad for
its comfort.
   "No, about an hour's ride."  The sun was lowering in the sky and dark
clouds were blowing in from the sea.  As the two rode along the road
they noted the dark shadows that began to appear. Suddenly Thomas
stopped, looked back and motioned for Roan to follow him into the woods.
The two knights guided their horses into the dark woods behind some
trees and waited.  Soon four horsemen came riding along looking intently
into the woods as though they were searching for something.
   "I saw 'em. I knows their about somewhere."  The voice was rough and
Roan noted the face was even rougher.
   "They must be up farther. Let's go."  A different voice, not as
harsh.
   Roan and Thomas watched as the riders spurred their horses on and
disappeared around a bend.  They listened until the galloping sound died
out and nothing could be heard but the wind in the trees.
   "They were looking for us, Roan.  They're probably DeQuisbeery's men,
they'll be back."
   "What'll we do, Thomas?  We can't stay here, I think it's going to
rain."
   "Don't know yet." Roan looked at Thomas and then turned away.  He
didn't plan to wait in the woods until morning.
   Thomas guided his horse out of the woods and back to the road. Roan
followed as they resumed their journey, not talking, just listening.
   They rode for about a mile when all of a sudden, three men came
charging out of the wood at them. Both men grabbed their swords and
began swinging.  These three were common peasants, not trained warriors,
they knew little about fighting on horseback or wielding a sword.  Roan
charged at one with his sword outstretched, pierced him and watched him
fall, dying before he hit the ground.  He turned to attend to another
and saw Thomas spear one and then turn his horse to face another just as
the stranger thrust his dagger into him.  Roan saw the knife blade come
out of Thomas' back and watched as he slumped on his horse.  Roan, in
fierce anger, ran at the horseman, speared him and then turned to face
the fourth man who had tarried behind the others.
   "Please, oh God, please, in the name of the saints, please!"  The
young man slid off the horse and fell on his knees.  "Please, for Mary's
sake, don't kill me, I'm just followin', don't, please."  He began to
cry, great sobs wracking his body as he knelt before Roan. It was then
that Roan noticed his hands were tied behind his back.
   Roan looked at Thomas, who had managed to pull the sword blade out,
but was lying inert.  He jumped down and went to him, picking him up in
his arms, looking in his face.  Roan had seen enough of battle and dying
men to know that Thomas was dying.  He held him as he coughed, shook in
his arms and then drew in one last breath and expired.  Roan lay him
down gently on the ground and went to the young man who was still crying
and kneeling on the ground.
   "No, not me, please, sir, for the love of God!" Something in the
voice touched Roan and he felt a surge of pity rise up in him. Roan
noted he was about sixteen, tall, fair complexioned, with a mop of
disorderly brown hair and a rather handsome face. But he was dirty and
unkempt and he smelled.  Roan pushed him away in disgust and then a tear
roll down his face as he thought about Thomas. Without saying a word he
cut the twine that bound the youth and lifted him.
   "Help me take care of him."  Together they hoisted Thomas onto his
horse, pushed the other men off the road, grabbed their horses and
mounted.
   "Take me to Claxton Hall."  Roan looked at the youth and scowled.
   "Yes, sir. It will be late before we get there."
   "If you do anything wrong, I'll do you like these men did to Thomas,
you understand?"
   "Yes, sir.  I'll do nothing wrong, sir."
   "What's your name?
   "Peter, sir, Peter of Arnswood."
   "Why were you tied, Peter?"
   "They took me from my father's house two days ago.  They were holding
me for ransom.
   "Your father has money?"
   "They think he does.  He is the Squire of Arnswood and lives in a big
house, but we are not rich."
   "These men, who are they?"
   "Rogues, sir, they work for DeQuisbeery."
   "The outlaw?"
   "Yes, sir."  Roan was impressed with the manners of the young man.
   "You have not washed since they took you?"
   "No, sir, I haven't.  Excuse my condition, sir, I am not always like
this."
   "Are you in training to be a knight, Peter?"  Roan thought not, but
wanted to ask.
   "No, sir, my father says I'm a scholar.  He is planning to send me to
a monastery.  I should have gone, but my mother keeps putting it off."
   "Listen, Peter, when we get to Claxton Castle you will have a bath
first."
   "Thank you, sir."  Peter smiled at Roan and turned away blushing.
   Roan followed Peter.  They rode for about hour as it got darker and
darker.  Just as Roan was about to ask about the distance, they came
around a bend and he saw a huge house on a hill, dimly lighted against
the dark sky.
   "That's Claxton, sir.  We'll be there shortly.  Please, sir, protect
me, I don't want to die, sir, please. I'm a Christian, sir."
   "No one will bother you, Peter, you're safe with me.
   They reached the castle without any mishaps. It was not as large as
Farnham, but it was much heavier fortified. Like Farnham, it had a moat,
which could only be crossed by a drawbridge.  The castle itself was
surrounded by a thick wall which formed its outer shell.  Within the
first wall there was another one which was also high and thick.  The
courtyard was within this inner shell,   Just as they road into the
courtyard, the rains came.  Thomas' body was placed in a stall in the
stable and the horses were sheltered from the storm. A servant led them
into the Great Hall where they were greeted by Earl.
   "I'm John, Earl of Claxton, cousin of William.  You are Roan, the
handsome.  I was expecting you, sit and tell me of your journey."
   Roan told him of the encounter with the three men and the death of
Thomas. He also told him about Peter.
   "Thomas was a good knight, he served me well, he will be avenged.
Arnswood has been beset by these robbers and had suffered much from
them.  I'm glad you rescued his son, he will be overjoyed.  We must get
him back to him."
   John said little else as Roan ate. He noted that John was a thickly
built man, with a pleasant, but not handsome face.  His hair, which was
tinged with white, was black and short. He was not tall, but his thick
build gave the impression of strength. He seldom smiled and when he did,
he showed a row of crooked teeth. As he ate Roan looked around at the
richness of the furnishings.  John of Claxton was a wealthy man and Roan
was impressed.  He smiled when he recalled the title he had given him,
'the handsome.'
   Peter sat next to Roan, eating quietly, not saying anything. He ate
ravenously and kept looking at Roan smiling.
   "Sir, I would like a bath, could that be arranged?"
   "Yes, it can.  The servants will bring a tub to your room. You will
share a room with Peter?"  The Earl smiled at Roan as he looked from him
to Peter.
   "Yes, I will."  Roan decided to not to say anything else.  Peter
looked at him and grinned broadly.
   The servant, an aged man who walked slowly, led Roan and Peter to an
upstairs bedroom. The room was, like the rest of the house, ornately
furnished.  The bed was canopied and the furnishings were rich and dark.
Roan could see the channel from the windows, which were being lashed by
the rain. The servant pulled back the covers, grinned at the two of them
and left, leaving the candle to brighten the room. He was hardly gone
five minutes before three servants came in carrying a large wooden tub,
half filled with water.  They placed it in the middle of the room and
left without saying a word.  Just as they left others came bearing large
pitchers of hot water, which they poured into the tub. When it was full,
they also smiled and left the room, closing the door behind them.
   "Get undressed, Peter."  Roan looked at him and grinned.  He started
removing his clothes as well.  He watched Peter closely as he undressed.
He was tall for fifteen, almost six feet in height, but thin.  His body
was not muscled from hard work, but it had a natural wiry development to
it.  His brown hair ran down his chest and onto his stomach and then
grew in a bushy patch around his cock.  He was smiling as he looked at
Roan, and Roan was aware that he was a nice looking kid.  He walked to
him and ran his hand through his hair.
   "Let's bathe together, Peter, how about that?"
   "Thank you, sir, I wanted to do that."
   "You did, huh, why?
   "To be with you, sir, you're handsome.  I've been with others but
none like you."
   "With those men you were riding with?"
   "No, sir, not with them.  I've been with my..."
   "Wait, don't tell me. Come here!" Roan opened his arms and took Peter
into them. Peter put his head on Roan's shoulders and began to cry
softly.  Roan held him tightly and let him cry.  Peter's body pressed
against his and he felt very protective of this young man who had come
into his life in such a violent way.  He remembered how Father Stephen
had comforted him after the violent deaths of John and Father Walter and
he wanted to do the same for this young man. After Peter stopped crying
Roan began kissing him gently on the cheek.  Roan's hands had found his
smooth, shapely ass and was caressing him. He wanted this young man.  He
wondered why he wasn't feeling grief over Thomas, but then realized he
hardly knew him.
   He led Peter to the tub and helped him in.  Roan climbed in next to
him and pulled him down to a sitting position.  The tub was large enough
for both of them to sit, although their legs were intertwined.
Roan took a cloth and began to wash Peter.  He ran the cloth across his
chest, down to his stomach and to his pubes.  Peter leaned back and
sighed as Roan's hands touched his cock.  Roan lifted it and began to
wash the shaft, which was hardening.  He reached further down between
his legs toward his most private spot and began washing his hole.  Peter
had lifted his legs to give Roan access and he trembled when Roan's
hands ran across his tiny hole.  Roan's wet finger began probing and
then eased into the hole, pushing up and up.
   "Oh, Roan, I like when you do that, it feels so good."  Peter moaned
as he leaned forward and began kissing Roan on the face. Roan realized
this kid was hot and passionate and he smiled, thinking about the
sleepless night that lay ahead.
   "Stand up and turn around."  Peter eased up and turned around, his
ass facing Roan.  Roan took the cloth and began washing his back, moving
the cloth down his back gently. He dropped the cloth in the water,
reached up and grabbed his asscheeks and spread them. Leaning forward,
Roan pushed his tongue into the teenager's crevice and started tonguing
him.  His tongue reached into the tiny hole and washed it thoroughly,
moving up and down in a lapping motion. Peter began pushing his ass back
against Roan, wanting him to get deeper, overwhelmed with the sensations
that were coursing through his young body.
   "Roan, Roan, yes, oh, yes!"  Peter was moaning softly as Roan
continued to lave his hot ass.  Roan reached down into the water, found
the soap, slicked up his cock and then stood behind Peter. He leaned
forward, slipping his cock into the hairy valley that separated the two
luscious mounds and pushed in slowly.  His lubricated cock slipped past
the sphincter muscle and into the narrow tunnel.  Peter pushed back to
receive the love offering of hard flesh and impaled himself on it. Roan
put his arms around Peter and hugged him tightly as they stood joined by
his large cock. He sucked Peter's earlobe and ran his hand up and down
his stomach.
   "Tight, Peter, real tight. You all right?"
   "Oh yes, yes! I want this, Roan. Fuck me!" Roan grinned as he pulled
back and pushed back in.  He began slowly, building to a powerful
thrusting motion that pushed his big dick into the tight tunnel in a
regular pattern.  Peter was bent over the tub, his ass filled with the
hard rod, moaning in response to the pounding he was receiving.  The
long prong kept them joined; sometimes just barely as it pulled all the
way back to the portal and then slammed back again. Pubes against
asscheeks, dick into tight tunnel, over and over again. Roan's wet hands
had found Peter's hard cock, felt its length, and then began stroking
it. The water in the tub was splashing as Roan slammed into Peter with a
fierce passion that would not be denied.
   "Roan, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm cummingggggggggggggg!"  Peter's hard cock
began spewing forth in spurt after spurt.  Roan felt it throb in his
hand as each spurt splattered forth, spraying cum across the room.
   "Yeahhhhhhhhhhh, Peeeeeeeeeeeeeter! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Roan's cock
exploded in Peter's tight ass as his body shook with the intensity of
his climax.
   Roan eased out of Peter, helped him out of the tub and then began
drying him off.  He lovingly applied a soft cloth to every area of his
body, stopping to kiss him on his back, his chest, his neck, and his
head.  Peter leaned against Roan and let himself be pampered by this
handsome knight who had just given him a profound sexual experience.
Roan reached down, put his arm around Peter's legs and lifted him.
Peter instinctively put his arm around Roan's neck and found himself
being cradled in his arms. Roan held him as if he were a baby and looked
at him.  With his free hand he tousled Peter's hair and grinned at him.
   "You like this, Peter?"
   "Oh yes, I'm glad you found me, Roan."  Peter smiled mischieviously
at Roan as his hand reached under him searching for Roan's cock.  He
found it, sticking straight out as like a huge pole ready for more
action.  "More, Roan?"
   "You want more, Peter?"  Roan knew he wasn't finished with this young
satyr.
   "More, Roan!"
   Roan walked to the bed and let Peter down gently.  He looked down at
him and smiled, laying down next to him.  Peter rolled over on top of
Roan and began grinding his cock against Roan's.  Roan pushed up to meet
his thrusts and soon they had a rhythm going.  Suddenly Peter rolled
off, went to the tub to get the soap and returned.  He stood over Roan
and worked the soap all around his cock, lubing it.  Then he crawled
back on Roan, raised up to a sitting position, lifted himself and
reached for Roan's nine inch rod.  He positioned himself over the long
prong and began lowering his body onto it.  Roan felt his dick push
against the hole and then he felt Peter's ass engulf his cock.  He
watched in fascination as his long cock disappeared into the tiny hole.
He lifted his hips to meet the hungry anus and felt the heat of Peter's
body as his dick was encased in his smooth tunnel. Finally Peter sat on
Roan's pubes having engorged his entire cock.  He looked down at Roan
and smiled in contentment. Roan pushed up and he moaned. Then Roan
reached up and cupped Peter's asscheeks, lifting them so he could plow
into the sweet hole.  Roan began lifting Peter off his dick and then
pulling him back on.  Peter worked with him, riding the cock that flowed
through him in a regular pattern. Then Peter raised up, held himself in
place and let Roan do the work by pushing up and pulling out in a
sensuous hip movement. This position gave Roan incredible control and he
plowed without letup.  Stroke after stroke pushed into the willing ass
as Peter held himself to receive all that he had to give. Peter had
thrown his head back and was moaning loudly as the incessant cock pushed
against his prostate.  He was also jerking himself in a steady pace with
the humping dick that filled his slimy tunnel.
   Again, the two came together, their teenaged cocks spewing forth
streams of white jism.
   Peter rolled off Roan and looked at him lovingly.
   "Roan, oh God, so good!"  He grinned and then gave Roan a soft kiss.
   "You enjoy being fucked, don't you, Peter."
   "I love it, Roan, I love it.  Nobody has ever done it like you."
   "You're only fifteen, how many have you had?" Roan was amazed at the
intensity of this teenager.
   "Three. My cousin, a priest and a stableboy."  Peter smiled and then
kissed Roan again. "Each time was short and hurried.  I've never spent
anytime with anyone, like with you."
   "Oh, you will, Peter, you're very desirable."
   "More, Roan?"  Peter ran his hand down Roan's chest to his dick,
grasped it and stroked it's semi-hardness.
   "More? Haven't you had enough?"
   "More, Roan?" He laughed as he continued to stroke the now hard dick.
   "You're only fifteen, but you have the passion of a man.  How will
you live in a monastery, Peter?
   "Don't know, Roan. More!" He laughed out loud and kissed Roan again.
   Roan gave him more.  He lay Peter on his back, let him put his legs
over his shoulder and pushed into him again.  This time he fucked him
hard with powerful thrusts of his big dick. The rain hitting the window,
the slamming of their teenaged bodies as they pushed and pulled against
each other, the low moans coming from Peter, all these sounds echoed in
the dark room as Roan humped Peter for the third time. Both teenagers
found incredible joy in this encounter - for Roan it was the joy of
coming together with a youth who enjoyed the pleasure of being fucked by
a big dick; for Peter it was the pleasure of being screwed by a handsome
man who took him to levels of release he had never known before.

   The sunlight filtered into the room bringing a cascade of light that
woke Roan with a start.  He looked over at Peter and smiled as he
thought of the night they had spent together.  He knew Peter must be
sore from the pounding he had recieved and he was reluctant to awaken
him. He eased out of bed, tiptoed around the tub and found the cloth.
He used water from the tub to wash himself off.  He opened the window,
marvelling at the bright sunlit landscape after the torrential rain of
the night before.  The autumn breeze blew into the room chasing out the
aroma of sex that had permeated everything.  The cool breeze woke Peter
with a start.  He sat up, saw Roan and grinned.
   "Hello, Roan. More?"
   "No more! You're insatiable."
   Peter broke out in a loud laugh.  He rolled over and moaned.
   "Can't take anymore, just teasing you. I'm sore, too much."
   "Sorry, Peter, just lay there and rest, I'll get us some food."
   Roan found food which he took to Peter and then he hurried to speak
to the Earl.  Together, they made plans for the joint expedition with
William's band against the outlaw band under DeQuisbeery.  The Earl
explained to Roan that his message to William asking for help had been
intercepted by a spy in his household.  That man had been killed by the
Earl's own hand, but outlaws had been alerted.  This is why he and
Thomas had been ambushed. He was now going to send Roan back with the
plan for the attack, but he wanted Roan to memorize the plans so there
would be nothing to fall into the hands of the robbers. He advised Roan
to stay for at least three days to rest, memorize the plan and the best
method of getting back to Farnham, and enjoy the pleasures of the
castle, especially Peter.
Roan agreed, amused by the Earl's mention of Peter and their pleasure
together.
   For the next three days Roan learned of the castle.  He talked long
with the Earl who was a charming host and an elegant conversationalist.
He spent much time in the Earl's library, looking at his books and
reading as much as he could.  Father Stephen had spent time teaching him
to read and he liked to gain as much information as he could. During
many of these hours spent in the library Peter was left alone. He used
his time to get acquainted with other young men in the castle environ.
Among those he met was Devron, the stockily built kitchen boy.  He was,
like Peter, fifteen, horny and available.  He and Peter played around
aimlessly in the halls of the castle until Devron pulled him into a dark
corner, hugged him tightly, and kissed him, easing his tongue into his
mouth.  Peter pushed himself against the youth and felt his hard dick
pushing against his.  Then Devron took Peter to a small room behind the
kitchen and let Peter fuck him.  For Peter it was a new experience,
fucking another.  He realized how enjoyable it was and why Roan had
wanted him over and over again. That night he asked Roan if they could
change places and he got to sample Roan's shapely ass. His seven inch
cock plowed into Roan as he lay beneath him, moaning in esctasy.  He
filled him with his love juice and then slept in his arms, knowing that
they would separate in the morning.
   Roan left early in the morning, sneaking out of the room, leaving
Peter asleep in the canopied bed. He had developed a fondness for the
youth and didn't want a sad departure, so he thought it better to leave
him undisturbed.  The Earl saw him off, making sure he was amply
provisioned for the journey back to Farnham.  The sun had just come up
as Roan rode across the drawbridge and onto the road that led away from
Claxton Castle.
   He had ridden about two hours when he heard horses behind him.  He
quickly pulled off the road into the woods and waited. Two horsemen rode
by and disappeared into the horizon.  Obviously, they were not looking
for Roan. Roan spurred his horse and resumed his journey. He had not
gone far before he was distracted by a riderless horse coming down the
road.  Roan stopped to watch it and then heard a noise above him in a
huge tree. He looked up in time to see a net falling on him and two men
jumping down with it.  The two men pulled the net causing him to fall
off his horse.  The net was tightened around him as he struggled to free
himself.  Then something or someone hit him over the head and everything
turned black.