Date: Sun, 6 Nov 2016 17:10:09 +0000
From: Nathan Booth <calmdan004@gmail.com>
Subject: Guard and the Guarded One: Yakov

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Guard and the Guarded One: Yakov

Yakov moved up the small staircase closed in by the rough plastered walls,
his two light candles illuminating the way as the wooden steps creaked
under the pressure of his soft steps. Coming to the first floor he looked
at the door to one side the stairs continuing up. Yakov placed his hand on
the handle the metal was cold to the touch moving his candles back he
peered up and down the stair well looking to see any other lights but
knowing it to be clear silently turned the handle and peered into the room
beyond a solitary candle was light and Yakov moved quickly into the
chamber. The room was warmer than the stairs although the fire was out, he
could see the smoke still listing up the chimney. He moved across the room
in two quick paces his boots clicking on the floor resting his own candles
next to those of the light one he blew them out and set his tricorne hat on
the table. In the dim light afforded by the sole candle he took a seat and
removed his boots, his feet encased I the long socks felt the coolness of
the wooden floor boards. With speed Yakov unbuttoned his guard tunic
throwing it off onto the seat with his gloves, then he took off his socks
and breeches, his feet tensed against the cold air as he moved to the door
which took him out of the chamber and into the next. Opening the door he
was met by a blast of heat and a glow to match.

The next chamber was light by two silver gilt candelabra their candles a
wash of light bouncing off mirrored panels set behind them. A fire roared
on the wall opposite in a marble setting figures above danced in the light
of the room. Closing the door on the cold Yakov moved in, towards the main
feature of the room a large bed was set against the back wall, curtains
drawn across hiding the occupant from direct sight however as he rounded
the post he looked in at the soft delicate sight of a young figure lying on
the bed, faking sleep. Head buried in the pillow Yakov's kneeled up onto
the bed, placing his hand on the shoulder a shudder came from his touch.

"Your hands are cold" sighed the youth under his touch.

Yakov lifted his palm and slowly ran it down the back, tracing the spine as
the soft skin bristled under his calloused hand, the warm flesh responding
to his cold erogenous touch, as he moved further south, sliding under the
sheet which covered the sweet flesh of the butt. Yakov's middle finger
slipped into the warm crack as the owner of the pert bottom pushed up from
the bed allowing the finger to touch the opening of his anus, a little moan
escaped the lips of the youth under him. Yakov ran the finger up and down
the opening it puckering under his seasoned touch. He himself moved in
closer and kissed between the shoulder blades, his lips touching the soft
flesh. Yakov placed small repeated kisses along the spine, up to the neck
where he kissed around it, licking the neck as the youth squirmed and let
out a gasped sound. Yakov climbed over running two fingers back up the
spine his lips breathing not a whisker from the others. The head turned
towards him was eager for his touch; Yakov spoke in a deep soft voice.

"Will you help me warm up?"

The lust built up in the boy under him and their lips touched the youth
craning his neck to have his lips against Yakov's. Yakov pressed down close
to the boy his course cotton scratching at the back, his cock already full
of blood pushed between the crack of the arse the cotton rubbing the soft
flesh the boy broke in a gasp as he felt Yakov move into a position where
the cock head pushed against his opening. The lad pushed his hips back
against Yakov and bucked against the stiff cock encased in his cotton long
draws, a hand moved back and felt the member clasping around it Yakov felt
his cock tense at the feeling the hand trapped between his body and that
under him Yakov moved back kneeling over the lad resting his hands on the
small of his back, his cock tented his under draws as he looked
down. Lifting one leg Yakov allowed the lad to crawl from under him he spun
around naked his cock bouncing in the air as he moved in close to the
Yakov, his arms went around Yakov's strong neck and the two locked lips
again, the young lads cock pushing into Yakov's leg as his own pressed into
the soft stomach. Their Tongues entwined between the locked embrace of
their lips as Yakov's hands grabbed and needed the pert butt of the lad who
moaned into his mouth every time Yakov's finger flicked over his opening as
he brought a finger to rest at that choice place. In his eagerness the
youth moved closer pressing harder against Yakov who leaned back causing
discomfort as his own butt pressed against his heels however holding onto
the butt he brought his young lover up their cocks touching as he almost
sat on Yakov, who merely held him in place as the feverish kissing and
embrace continued. Even as his legs went numb Yakov would not break the
kiss nor how he held the young lad, his arms ached from holding him and his
tongue grew almost bored but still the two kissed, the lad ran his right
hand down the back of Yakov's spine in a clumsy attempt to copy what he had
done earlier.

Soon the lad stepped back onto his own knees and looked at Yakov who took
the moment to ride up, the lad crawled backwards and lowered himself
towards Yakov's cock, pushing it through the slit in the under draws he
work he exposed the purple cock head and brought his lips to it in a moment
it went from the warm air to the warm mouth and Yakov sighed running a hand
along the back in encouragement as the youth before and beneath him took
all that he could of Yakov's thick member into his mouth. Yakov was not the
largest he knew this from sharing a barracks with men with large endowments
however he knew he was not the smallest but a respectful size that he was
proud of, and if nothing else the lad before him enjoyed what he
possessed. As the mouth slid up and down his shaft coating it in warm
saliva he ran his left hand down the spine sending a shiver through the
body as he grabbed the meaty flesh of the butt, his right hand nestling in
the boys hair encouraged him to take more into his mouth. Yakov could now
feel the sweat on his body cooling; the heat from the fire and the passion
of the two had seeped into the fabric of his undershirt. He slapped the
butt the sound filling the room as the lad moaned his enjoyment bringing a
second powerful blow onto his butt which wobbled like a the tight skin on a
drum. His response was to push further to reach into the draws as play with
Yakov's large balls his noise pressed into the thatch of hair that poked
out of the fabric his mouth gaging on the cock as his stomach heaved for
release Yakov held him firm against him as he heaved several times the
pulled back and off the cock coughing and taking deep breaths as he
remained on all fours. Looking up with water in his eyes the lad smiled his
dark eyes looking at Yakov before looking down and leading the mouth back
onto his cock. Several more time the lad would push all of Yakov's cock
into his mouth choking and coughing on the piece of flesh coating it with
his saliva before rising up.

Looking at Yakov he turned around on the bed and presented his butt to
Yakov, he put his finger in his mouth moistening it before lowering it to
the lads butt and pushing the finger in. he gasped at the touch whilst
Yakov stroked his own cock, although it was so hard it did not need it. The
warmth inside the boys butt was a pleasure to feel as he moved his finger
back and forth in and out of the whole never fully removing it. With his
other hand clasping his own cock he spat on his cock working the fluid over
his cock and removing his finger landed several globes of spit onto and
into the butt of the lad, before moving to be kneeling behind the lad the
naked form before him contrasting sharply to his own clothed form even if
in under clothes. The thick head pressed against the moist hole and
applying pressure the resistance of the muscles gave way and it popped in
to the wince of pain from the lad under him his hand shooting back to hold
Yakov at bay. Yakov held his place as he ran the back of his hand up the
back of the lad the fingernails smoothing and soothing him as he brought it
back round to hold the hand which was protesting the invasion even if the
body and heart wanted him to advance. Gripping the boys hand in his Yakov
advanced, sliding more of his cock into the lad who moaned, groaned and
even protested against what Yakov knew he wanted. However, he carried on
his cock pushing in until his cock was fully inside and the lad could feel
the fabric against his butt. There he held and waited, he had only fucked
the lad a twice these last months and he needed to adjust to what was in
him. It did not take long for him to relax his grip of Yakov's hand and so
he knew he could begin. Moving his hips he slowly pulled back before
sliding in, as the youth's back stiffened his hole tightening and relaxing
to the movement of Yakov, holding him by the hips Yakov moved slowly,
making love not fucking the lad. He brought his weight down on him pressing
him under his own body kissing the soft neck as his slowly moved in and out
building a slow but steady rhythm, the lad moved his own hips with Yakov
building the sensation he was feeling as he gasped and turned his head to
kiss Yakov. He felt it first the movement had gone too far and his cock
slid out of the inviting butt lifting up his hips and reaching between them
Yakov grabbed his stiff cock and pushed it back into the eager hole,
pushing the air out of his young lover with a gasp. The two continued the
lad moaning under him as Yakov pushed in and out his breath running down
the neck of the lad the passion was rising in both as Yakov could feel his
thrusts becoming faster. He wrapped an arm under the lad bringing it across
his chest and up to his neck holding him under the chin he turned his face
towards his own and kissed him half on the lips as their faces touched the
lad whimpered and spoke a soft.

"More"

Yakov responded with a hard thrust in and the lad let out a quick painful.

"AH!" his eyes closed against the pain.

Yakov pulled himself up the lad with him kneeling back his cock buried deep
in the butt he pushed the lad forward his arms went out to hold himself up
as Yakov gripped one shoulder with one hand and the hip with his other and
began the hard thrusts. Yakov moved with speed the sound of his hips
slamming into the butt filled the room, the young lad made the noises Yakov
was used to. A cross between pain and joy, as Yakov grip strengthened and
his pace picked up, he was thrusting hard and fast into the butt of the
lad, who welcomed it, he tried to hold himself up but one arm failed him
and his face fell into the mattress and Yakov moved with him. Adjusting for
the new positioned Yakov began again thrusting hard into the lad who was
now sprawled in the sheets, hands gripping tight on the pillow, he yelled
in pain, and tried to move a hand only to have it slapped away. Yakov
became a ferocious beast his lust taking over as he hammered into the lad
he slapped the left arse cheek several times as he fucked him, they had
been making love at the start but now it was a hard fuck a pounding that
would leave the lad gaping. A hand came back and grabbed Yakov's wrist and
held it in a tight grip and the boy yelled for him to stop, instead Yakov,
swept an arm under the lad his cock buried deep in his arse and pulled him
up, bringing the naked flesh to rest against the warm dampness of his
undershirt, the thrusts were small as he leaned back onto the warm body of
Yakov.  He could take the boys weight easy, as one arm diagonal over his
chest held him his other held the boys own stiff member and tossed him off
at a fast pace the lad moaned again as his breath became more laboured as
Yakov continued to push in and out of the butt as the lad all but sat on
his lap. The pace continued Yakov thrusting in and out of the willing
accepting arse his hand stroking the cock as the lad squirmed beneath him
he licked the boys neck as he quivered his hole tensed as his ball churned
his breaths became heavier and Yakov's knew he had him in a moment the lad
let out a loud scream of pleasure as his cock erupted seamen out of it,
shooting across the sheets and Yakov, slammed his cock into the arse and
shot his own seed into the lad, spurt after spurt was released as the arse
lips tightened and relaxed with the lads own orgasm. Yakov held the lad
there he was leant back his head resting on Yakov's shoulder a sheen of
sweat covered his body as the boys cum seeped into the white sheet leaving
wet marks. Both man and boy stayed still regaining their breaths as Yakov
looked at his hand covered with the boys cum he wiped it on his leg and
held the lad for a few more moments before he moved his hips back the lad
let out a little sigh and then accepted that Yakov was finished moving
forward he allowed Yakov to slip out, and the man climbed off the bed.

Yakov moved barefoot over the floor to a waiting bowl the water was cool
but not freezing as he pushed a cloth into it and rinsed before wiping
around his cock and cleaning it of any mess there might be. On the same
table were a crystal decanter and two crystal glasses he poured the liquid
a fortified wine into each and brought it round to the bed. Clearing the
curtain again he saw the youth lying on his back his own cock deflated and
limp on his stomach a small drawl of cum mixed into his pubes. The dark
haired thatch around his cock and balls was not a manly as Yakov's own
black thatch which drove the lad wild at previous meetings. Yakov held out
the glass to the lad who sat up swinging his legs over the edge of the bed
he took it in his hand and drank some before handing it back to Yakov who
placed on a table beside them Yakov had drained his own glass and reaching
over placed it on the side as the lad ran a hand pushing up his undershirt
exposing the thick hairy stomach his brought his face in close to nestle
against the damp matted hair. Yakov placed a hand on the back of the lads
head as he heard the sharp in breath through the nostrils and the lad
breathed in the man before him. Yakov stroked the lad's hair as he held
Yakov and he in turn held the lad, it was several moments that the two were
locked in the embrace Yakov looked over at the far wall where a portrait of
a man and a boy sat on the wall, both dressed in elegant style he knew the
painting well he had seen it several times but the fierce look in the older
man's face was more ominous Yakov thought in the flickering light. The lad
broke the embrace holding his hand out for Yakov to pass the glass back to
him.  As the boy finished the fortified wine Yakov threw another log onto
the fire and moved back in time to receive the glass and place it on the
small table beside the bed next to his own empty glass. He then climbed
into the bed the lad moving over he held the lad as he nestled into his
chest, pulling the soft covers over them both, the lad rested on hand on
Yakov's right chest his head on his left the thudding beat of his heart
slowing down as he listened to it, Yakov had one arm around him stroking
the back of his head the other held his left hand to his right chest. The
warmth of the body next to him he could feel the lads prick growing again
like all teenagers the lad had an irrepressible sex drive but Yakov would
not engage in the act again. He kissed the head of the lad and encouraged
him to sleep.

Yakov slowly stirred as the cool air his him, the fire had died down and
many of the candles had extinguished themselves, looking in the dim light
the lad had moved off of his body a lay next to him nestled in sheets and
fur. Moving with slow and delicate movements he climbed out of the soft bed
and padded across the room, and through the adjoining door where a fresh
candle had been light taller than the one he had left, the door click
sounded louder than it was in the quiet of the rooms as Yakov, hurriedly
dressed the sweat had cooled in his clothing and he could feel the
cold. Now dressed he light his own candles blowing out the one on the table
and moved out and back into the stairwell down the wooded steps creaking
under his weight he made it to the ground floor where a man wrapped in a
thick cloak huddled in the corner. Yakov pushed the toe of his boot into
the man who snorted, Yakov did it again as the man protested and looked up
bleary eyes.

"Ah Yakov" he said

"Shhh!" He hissed. The man slowly raised his legs stiff as he removed the
outer cloak with it fur collar and lining and handed it to Yakov, who took
it as the man held the second he had on closer to himself.

"How is our young Emperor?"

"Asleep as we should" shot back Yakov. Who snuffing out the candles again
opened the door which led to the small courtyard. The wind howled in the
space beyond and both men held their hats and cloaks close before moving
out and into the cold.