Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2022 01:56:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ahn Boys 42

This twist was totally unexpected but I think important for many
reasons. The castle described here is a combination of many European
castles but the basic idea was prompted by Leeds Castle.  Check it
out. This chapter will be more information than sex so deal with it.

N-joi,
Hugs,
Tag_m
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The trip across the Atlantic took 3˝ weeks and for the most part was
uneventful. We took 2 days to Halifax, docked for 24 hours, topped off our
water supply and a few stores then set sail.

The weather was mostly fair although we did hit a few squalls but the boys
handled it very well. To a boy they reported having a great time. The night
watches were boring but they knew it was important and didn't complain. It
gave them private time with experienced sailors and they got a lot of rack
time in trade.

Ali had turned out to be fun and gregarious boy and got along with
everybody. Skip had requested to bring a second boy to help relive the
crew's physical needs. Skip assured me that they'd done it before and had a
system in place that kept everybody happy. After meeting the boy I gave the
go ahead.

Luis was a light skinned 10 year old Puerto Rican boy and was cute as a
button. He wore his pitch black hair short, had large dark eyes and was as
easy going as any of our boys and equally demonstrative in his affections.

Early on in our relationship Leo had requested to bring a boy however his
purpose was two-fold. While most people on the crew were cross trained, no
one could back up the "Doc". Sure, basic first aid was a requirement of the
crew but if Leo were incapacitated or needed a 2nd pair of qualified hands,
we'd be stuck. Hence Trigg was added to the crew.

An androgynous 16 year old, he looked 14 and very much like a girl. His
blonde hair was about as long as Cody's but was layered and very wavy to a
point of curling so didn't look nearly as long as our newest boy Cody. It
was multi colored blond with bangs grazing his eyebrows the rest framing a
very soft and smooth looking face. His blue grey eyes were enormous and
framed by long thick lashes and thick brows, his lips a pleasing pink and
near perfect. Put the kid in a dress and he'd pass for a girl, which he did
from time to time, panties included.

His full name was Mansard Trigget, French, so Trigg was an obvious
nickname. The boy had wanted to be a doctor since he could talk, an
exaggeration to be sure but not by much. He had a desire to heal and a
natural talent. To that end had been tutored by a physician friend of the
family from a very young age. He was smart as a whip, probably genius
level, according to Leo and a few medical professors who had worked with
him. He wasn't Leo but he damn sure was perfect as his co-pilot and could
likely handle anything up to major surgery.

For the most part Trigg was quiet and somewhat shy but he could also be
sassy in a way that only full on queer boys can be. I had to have a little
chat with him before he came on board as part of the crew. In short, all of
us would accept him for who and what he was and his sassy attitude was fine
as long as it was in fun. Hurtful sass would not be tolerated.

"I really want to do this Mr. Lucian," he with obvious sincerity, "I will
do my best." Then, with a twinkle in his magnificent eyes said, "If I
misbehave you might have to spank me."

"I would think that spanking you Trigg would be an adventure." His response
was immediate.

"I can promise you it would be." Trigg turned out to be worth having as
part of the team and I would indeed spank the boy but not for any wrong
doing. He enjoyed an occasional spanking which turned him into a wildcat
during sex. No complaints on that count. Trigg never engaged with the boys,
only men, although he did capitulate and have Jamon fuck him reasoning that
he wanted to try a big black cock at least once. Jamon was all of that and
all for helping the boy get his wish.

We had an all-inclusive gathering at my house 2 nights before we sailed and
both cabin boys and Trigg were in attendance. Skip had told me beforehand
that Luis wanted to be with me and I had no problem with that. We had a
rousing dinner replete with champagne which the boys were all allowed to
partake in. The playroom downstairs was a little crowded but no one
complained and everyone managed. Even Cain joined us, with permission from
his "parents". AJ's firm had tracked down his mother and got her to
relinquish custody so my friends could legally adopt him. They did all the
paperwork and had a judge who would make it legal which most judges
wouldn't have done that day and age.

As I said, Luis was a very demonstrative boy and thus a very cuddly boy. I
enjoyed my time with him. He wasn't the least bit daunted by my cock and
took to it like a duck to water. He did a very credible job of sucking me
and had no hesitation about rimming me. I enjoyed his boy parts as well
which were comparable to Frankie's. His rampant cocklet was probably 4
inches and it seemed to me that his balls were in the process of
dropping. Plus he had the cutest little bubble butt.

Cuddling and kissing with Luis was a charming exercise. He loved to be
nuzzled and was open to just about anything and everything. I licked and
kissed up and down his body which earned plenty of moans and groans. His
cocklet was delicious and having the entire thing in my mouth was
fun. Licking his puckered little hole drove him crazy. When it came to
getting fucked Luis preferred to be sitting on my lap, for at least part of
it.

"I like being close and kissing when I have a cock up my butt," he said,
then wiggled his bubbly ass for emphasis.

During that encounter I saw Trigg naked for the first time. Although the
boy tended to discount his apparatus as unimportant to him it was above
average size, 7 soft inches easily but thin. But he didn't have much of an
ass. His was a short butt crack which translated to not much butt
cheeks. Nothing to get anybody's knickers in a twist over however.

Trigg was totally smooth as well having shaved everything from his nostrils
to his ankles. Owen was one of the men who fucked him that night and we all
found out that Trigg was a screamer and by that I mean very vocal and very
loud about it. Of course everybody that Owen fucked was a little noisy,
about like they were with me but Trigg was on another level and with
everybody he shared his body with. AJ had fucked Trigg as well and said it
was a different experience. I would discover the same thing when I fucked
him.

Despite Luis' preference for getting fucked on my lap I finished the young
boy off while he was on his back. I pounded his chubby butt fairly hard and
he took every thrust, gasping each time I bottomed out inside of him. I
made the youngling cum and his high pitched cries echoed in the cavernous
room.

The crew loved all of my boys but Gideon was a favorite. He was the
smallest on the boat and just as cuddly as can be as well as being
continually cheerful. Plus, few of the crew had any experience with black
boy which made Jamon a hit as well being black and hung. Regardless, none
of my boys missed out on cock to be sure. Even Cody had gotten into the
spirit of things and had no problems engaging with the ship's crew.

About 2 weeks into the voyage we hit some unseasonable calm so we had
another mutual gathering at sea. We allowed it to be a full afternoon
affair and took place in the main salon. Skip put the ship on a 2 hour
watch so everybody could join in the fun at some point. That was the first
time I hooked up with Trigg.

"I wanted a taste of that pussy pounder the first time I saw it Lucian,"
the boy said as he sidled up to me.

"I am all for that Trigg," I said reaching out to him. He came into my arms
for some light kissing. While I had never held a girl in my arms I imagined
that holding Trigg was what it would be like. He seemed soft and somehow
vulnerable and was unlike any of our boys.

We gravitated to a small unused space for heaving kissing and petting
although Trigg did most of the petting and the cock sucking. I learned that
he didn't really appreciate his cock, didn't particularly like it being
touched and certainly not sucked. He didn't want to acknowledge its
existence. So, most of the usual sexual interactions didn't take place when
one was with Trigg, you just pretty much sat back and let him have his way
with you until it was time to fuck. And on that note, Trigg never fucked
anybody. He wasn't interested in stuffing his cock anywhere, and he
didn't. Now, that isn't to say that he didn't get hard or that he didn't
cum, he did both, the latter with lots of fanfare. But he didn't even start
to get hard until a cock was up his ass. Most of us thought it was a total
waste of a perfectly good cock but it was his cock and could do, or not do,
whatever he wanted with it.

He did like ass play and he did like getting rimmed but he was very clear
that it was his asshole and only his asshole. No ball licking, not even
perineum licking. If one tried that the boy would shut it down
instantly. He was an unusual bird.

But the making out was great and his cock sucking was extraordinary. He
could take my entire cock down his throat and keep it there for prolonged
periods of time. Having a cock head massaged by throat muscles was very
fucking hot. Trigg licked my balls, fingered my asshole and kissed his way
from my lips to my toes and back up again. And speaking of toes, he would
suck on them, one at a time, as long as they were freshly washed, which he
would also do if it hadn't been done recently. Talk about an erotic
exercise. Regardless, all I had to do was lay there and absorb his
ministrations.

Around us boys and men were doing everything imaginable to each other. I
must say that the sounds of some 2 dozen men and boys engaging in sex can
get pretty loud. I saw that Owen and Willie had hooked up, Cody had hooked
up with a crew member while Luis and Frankie were doing Rory and Wayne side
by side.

Trigg kept my mouth over my cock while he swung his body around and
straddled my body and backed his asshole into my face. I took the bait. I
went to work on his asshole and thoroughly licked the entire area. It was
then that I learned about his refusal to be licked or touched anywhere
else. I was not to veer off the eaten path.

It didn't take long for the boy to decide that having my cock in his ass
was what the doctor ordered. He snagged some KY, slathered us up and
climbed aboard taking hold of my cock and guiding it too him. The boy
didn't waste a second but got me inside of him and lowered his weight onto
me.

Watching his facial expression as my cock filled his asshole was
enlightening. "Your cock spreads my pussy really good Lucian," he
panted. And as he sat, his totally soft cock began to rise before my very
eyes, like a cobra getting ready to strike.


"Goddamn what a waste," I thought but didn't dwell on is because he began
to move. Trigg moved his ass in every possible direction and in that
process he would tighten his hole as he moved off of it then relaxed on the
down movement. He moaned and panted and occasionally dropped his head for
some heavy duty kissing while still moving his ass.

We eventually ended up with Trigg on his back, getting there with the usual
gymnastics that kept us connected cock to asshole. Om there I fucked the
shit out of the boy, hammering his ass, slamming my cock into him. Trigg
responded both vocally and physically, the latter clawing my back as well
as little bite marks on my shoulders. With all the noise you'd think he was
being beaten but it was only his asshole getting the pounding. When he came
Trigg literally screamed long and loud, "oh god" and Oh fuck" and "fuck me
harder fuck my pussy til I cry" overshadowing the other grunts groans and
moans in the room, they being drowned out by the boy. When he finally
quieted down he got a round of applause from the others in the room who
then went back to their own physical activities whatever the were at that
moment. After plenty of post cum kissing Trigg said,

"You're best fucking fucker on the boat Lucian and if you don't mind I'd
like to be with you more often, with the other boys approval I mean. And of
course Leo." I told him it would be my pleasure and I was sure there
wouldn't be a problem with anyone. There wasn't and the boy graced my
stateroom bed almost weekly for the entire cruise.

As I said, we docked in London just shy of 4 weeks later. We arranged for
transportation to our hotel while the crew went about the business of
cleaning, replacing needed supplies and water and the like. I gave Skip
total control over time off for the crew and had reserved 4 rooms at our
hotel for them to take turns using as skip saw fit.  * * "Excuse me sir,
might I bother you for a moment." I had just checked us into our suites at
the Mandarin Oriental Hotel in London and was headed to the lift. I turned
to see an impeccably dressed older gentleman.

"Sir," I said. He introduced himself as Reginald Bixby and stated he was a
barrister with a law firm, notably one of the oldest in England.

"I overheard the desk clerk refer to you as Mr. Broussard." I nodded my
head and he said, "you are American." I nodded my head and asked,

"May I ask what this is about". By that time AJ had joined me followed by
Gregory and our gaggle of boys.

"I don't wish to be rude sir," he said, "but I represent Lady Agatha
Chitworth which would mean nothing to you. However, Lady Chitworth had a
grandson named Broussard that disappeared 39 years ago and she has been
trying to locate him. Is it possible you are he?" I explained my childhood
circumstances stating that I had no idea if there was any relationship
between us.

"Would you be willing to meet with her sir? She is staying here at the
hotel and plans on leaving for her home tomorrow." I didn't particularly
want to but felt there was no reason not to despite my doubting such a
relationship existed between us. However, since I knew little of my
heritage, what could it hurt so agreed. I told him what room I was in and
he said he would arrange a meeting, which he did. After a fine supper in
the hotel AJ and I traipsed down the hall to her permanent and sumptuous
suite. Mr. Bixby ushered us in.

Lady Chitworth appeared quite elderly but was perfectly coiffed, elegantly
dressed and dripping with jewels. She remained seated in a wing chair but
studied me closely as I approached her and then her hand went to her mouth
in the classic "shocked" expression.

"You look just like your father," she replied. My heart went crazy and I
felt faint. AJ put a loose grip on my upper arm to steady me. "If I may ask
a very personal question, do you by chance have a hidden birthmark?" I
did. A small discoloration on my inner right thigh not far below my
balls. After admitting that I did she said,

"You are my grandson, Lucian."  She then explained what had happened. My
mother was one of the maids on her estate and my father got her
pregnant. "I'm quite sure you understand the reluctance of people of a
higher station in life to accept those of lesser status into their
families, particularly when a child is born out of wedlock and the father
has no intention of marrying the woman. Even if he'd wanted to his father
wouldn't have allowed it.  Another trait of the upper class is that the
husband rules the house. So, he arranged for her passage to America and a
family to sponsor her and that was the last of it. I only saw you once as a
little babe, thus why I asked about the birthmark."

"Both of our sons and a daughter were lost in the great war and I lost my
husband shortly after. Now, tell me about you Lucian. You appear to be a
man of means." I told her my story, losing my mother at an early age but
not knowing how or why. Being placed in an orphanage, running away when I
was 8 and living on the streets until Edgar rescued me. While I didn't
actually say it was sexual it was clear that she knew how that worked. I
went on to explain his financing my education, teaching me to be a man of
means and then inheriting it all when he passed. I then explained the Ahn
boys and Jessie's stories, my adopting them and our current situation, AJ's
presence as attorney, friend and business partner.

"My, what an adventure, sailing the seas. I would love to see your ship if
that's possible." I told her I'd love to show her the Sea Spirit. We then
moved on to the task at hand. In short, she was at the end of her life, had
no heirs and had spent considerable time and money to track me down without
success and here I was on her doorstep and of my own accord. At that point
she turned the discussion over to Reginald Bixby.

"Lady Chitworth's family is old and venerable and quite wealthy. The plan
at this point has been to simply to dole it out to various charities but
since you are her only heir it would remain in the family, assuming that
you would be amenable to it." When I asked what that might entail he
clarified.

 "It means her estate called Rivers Bend and the 9000 acres that it sits
on. Her residence is a castle that was built by the family in the late
1400's and as such it is a fortified castle and has been occupied by the
family for 600 years. The castle has been added to and updated numerous
times and now consists of 120 rooms. The house is filled from top to bottom
with antiques and art work whose value is inestimable. Rivers Bend is a
self-sufficient working estate with cattle, horses, orchards, gardens, a
vineyard. There is a small village of 2,000 residents outside the castle
walls and while various people do own the businesses they simply lease the
land for a pittance. It sits at the edge of a small city of some 40,000
people that is not part of the estate although a majority of land
surrounding it is. Overall her estimated wealth is around 300 million
pounds." I felt even more faint.

"I don't know what to say Lady Chitworth," I whispered.

"Why don't we dispense with "lady" nonsense Lucian," she said with a smile,
"and address me as Agatha. I think any of the usual familial addresses
would be a little strange for all of us at this juncture." I nodded my
head. "I will be returning to my home tomorrow," she said, "I would like
for you and your retinue to visit Rivers Bend if that's possible."

"Of course Agatha, how could I refuse or even want to."

"In the meantime Lucian, with your permission, Bixby will immediately
change my will to reflect you as heir.  I'm 86 year old and could go at any
time." I could only nod. We talked some more which ended with Bixby being
tasked with getting us to the estate.

"Jesus fucking Christ AJ," I exclaimed as we headed down the hall to our
suites, "how much more can I be responsible for." It was a rhetorical
question to which I didn't get a response. I wasn't complaining, simply
wondering aloud. A half hour later Bixby called my suite and said that
after some discussion Lady Chitworth invited us to travel by private
varnish with her up to the estate the following morning. I agreed then
called Skip to let him know4 our change of plan. The following morning
Bixby used a handful of cabs to get us to the train station, AJ and I
traveling with Agatha. In her private varnish introductions were made and
of course Gideon marched right up and was ready to crawl onto her lap.

"Lucian told us you are his grandmother so can we call you grandma?" I
swear she got tears in her eyes but nodded her head.

"I would like that very much," she said softly." And then we were off. I
felt pride at the fact that her status in society didn't include casting
out people of color but, at least in this case, accepted them.

During the hour long trip Agatha gave me some family history and in the
process talked about my parents. My mother was a very nice lady and not the
typical gold digger usually found in such encounters. She would have made a
fine daughter in law despite her husbands' and sons' bias.

"My ancestors fought with distinction during the Italian wars from 1521
through 1556. In 1540 King Henry the VII made my 11th great grandfather a
Lord and awarded him the land that is now called Rivers Bend. A small
castle existed built by a distant family member who died during the War of
Roses.

"Wars continued to rage and we fought in all of them, again with
distinction, which brought more reward from the crown. The first castle
expansion began in 1560, again in 1680 and lastly in 1775. Upgrades were
made as conveniences were invented and introduced. The castle now enjoys
all of the modern conveniences available."

The conversation wasn't one sided by any means and I shared my history with
Agatha who seemed pleased that I had made the kind of successes and the
life that coincided with my family history. At no time did she ask about a
wife or girlfriends which further convinced me that she at least suspected
my sexual orientation. She chatted easily with the boys who engaged just as
easily with her. At one point she commented on how they seemed blasé
about being on the train. I explained our situation and the 3 month cross
country trip the previous year. She was delighted at the story, especially
the meeting of the Comanche boys.

The train ride seemed to go quickly and we began seeing glimpses of the
castle as we neared our destination. We eventually left the main line on
the outskirts of the city and traveled on the private rails to the village
and castle. The boys began to get excited and in short order we were there,
the castle looming before us as we detrained. We were met by 3 horse drawn
carriages and transported to what would be far and away the largest home in
our growing collection of residences. The boys were almost uncontrollable
in their excitement. Naturally they had visions of knights in shining armor
and so were thrilled when they saw the suits of armor on display in the
castle.

The castle and its additional buildings were on an island in the river that
towered over the otherwise mostly flat landscape. Towered is a literal
statement since the castle proper had multiple towers. It was easy to see
that a portion of the castle was actually in the river prompting Frankie to
ask how they did that. He would eventually put the question to Agatha who
provided the answer but I'll explain it now.

Originally the river snaked around the island much like an Omega Symbol so
it was part of the mainland, a small peninsula if you will. That entire
section of land, roughly 11 acres, was essentially a natural made motte or
mound that rose some 40 or more feet above the river. When the initial
castle was built a bridge was built over the narrow bit of land, the 2
arches supporting it dug down some 20 feet and the bridge itself rising
another 50 feet above ground, A large 2 story gatehouse was built in a
similar manner on the island side. Then the earth dug was out under the
bridge to allow the river to flow through it creating a river moat some 100
feet wide at that spot. As a result, the gatehouse foundation was then
below water with no access whatsoever except for the bridge thus offering
the first layer of defense. The base of the foundation in the water was
called a talus which mean it was curved inward slightly thus creating
another part of the defense. Further, a crenelated parapet crossed the top
front and sides of the gate house as did the corner towers at the back. The
gatehouse also served as quarters for the gate keepers and some soldiers.

The 3 story keep, or actual residence had been built in the same manner at
the far end of what was now an island creating its own island. The wide
open land between the gatehouse and castle initially was twice the size of
an American football field and was called a bailey, a common defense in
castles the world round. A curtain wall was built around the entire island
30 feet in from the river. The area between the wall and river was planted
with grass, some flower gardens and small trees and had a walking trail.

In the first expansion another inner wall was built 20 feet from the first,
creating an outer bailey, then the current castle was built in front of the
keep. This part of the castle was larger by far than the Newport
mansion. Later another large 2 story outbuilding was built half way between
the castle and the gatehouse on one side of the inner bailey and backing
the outer bailey. Called a Maiden's tower, it never saw a maiden at Rivers
Bend but was used as a barracks for the castle soldiers. By the beginning
of the 1800's there was little danger of a land invasion of England and the
large inner bailey was planted with formal gardens and reflecting pools.

As we passed through the gate house entry arch, barely wide enough for the
carriages, Agatha pointed out the tall thick metal doors and the portcullis
just beyond them that was retracted into the ceiling. The portcullis is the
heavy iron grated gate that can be lowered by winch to prevent
entry. Rivers Bend had two, the second one on the other side as you exit
onto the bailey. In the ceiling of the gate house between the gates were
murder holes to drop hot oil, scalding water or other nasty things on
attackers passing through. The inner walls also contained arrow loops, tall
narrow slits that allowed archers to shoot through into attackers. There
were many such slots throughout the castle proper but were now glassed
windows, many of them stained and leaded glass.

As we passed through the bailey gardens the castle loomed before us in all
of its glory and majesty. Imagine a wide narrow box approximately the size
of a football field. A watchtower sat at each front corner, both much
taller than the rest of the castle, with the front entry between them. Now,
that central part was flanked by a 3 story box like building on each side
which were twice the width of the central part and set back about 10 feet
so they weren't flush with the entry thus creating a weather protected
front door. The central part was about 20 feet taller than the two side
portions. Watchtowers adorned each corner of the side portions and like the
outer walls of the 3 pieces were crenellated with parapets behind them. The
parapet on the left back corner continued around the back of the castle and
attached to the section that connected the original castle with the
expanded portion.

As we exited the carriages the front door opened and a servant in a
splendid suit stepped to greet us. He greeted Agatha and then me and AJ as
Mr. Broussard and Mr. Simmonds. We entered the castle and were stunned at
the outset. The vestibule was huge and at least 25 feet high to an open
balcony on both sides and the back. A wide staircase in the center headed
up 7 steps then passed through a wall and up to a landing then split and
continued up on each side. Everything was in polished wood. Hallways
continued through arched doorways on both sides of the staircase and at the
foot were ornate 10 foot tall candelabra's that were actually lights. Wall
sconces added additional light. Between the front door and the foot of the
staircase two doors to a side led off to elsewhere in the castle. The doors
were all inset and as tall as the candelabras. Between them on each side
wall were 10 feet long hand carved antique wood bench sofas with red velvet
on the seats, the winged backs and arm rests.

"I am going to task Benson with giving you a tour of the castle whilst I
retire to my rooms to rest," Agatha said. "He will also get you ensconced
into your rooms. Why don't we plan on lunching together." I nodded my
agreement. To Benson she said, "I think the 2nd floor east wing would be
best."

"That was my intention mum," he said with a nod. Agatha went into one of
the side hallways while we went past the staircase, through arched doors
into a massive room, which was the great hall. Off to the left were the
kitchens and dining rooms. The main kitchen was massive and off of it was
the baking kitchen, the larder, the dish and silverware rooms and other
rooms necessary to the cooking endeavor. There were two dining area; one
for smaller gatherings of 20 or so and a formal banquet hall that could
seat upwards of 90 people. To the other side of the great hall were the
library, a very impressive one I might add with a spiral staircase going up
to a 2nd level of book, 3 drawing rooms, a living room, office and more.

Now, I should point out that there wasn't ceiling in the place, except for
the kitchens, that was less than 18 feet high. Most were domed and not just
square and were painted in the typical medieval style with cherubs and the
like. I should further point out that most doors as well as windows were
arched in the Bishops Hat style, more pointed at the top than curved
although simple curves were also in attendance. I will also note that all
rooms had their own fireplaces who size were determined by the size of the
room. While functional, most of them were no longer used and sealed off at
the base of the chimneys.

We took one of 3 back stairways to the 2nd and 3rd floors. It also had
living rooms, stand-alone bathrooms and a small pantry with a refrigerator
and snack foods which were only stocked when guests were in residence. Our
rooms were at the front of the castle which provided beautiful views of the
bailey gardens and neighboring landscape.

My room and AJ's were corner suites that incorporated the watch towers as
part of the suite. In this case they housed the toilet, bidet and oversized
bathtub and shower. The suites were large, had a full sofa, chairs, tables
and a writing desk as part of the sitting area. They also had a small
bedroom for a page. Gregory's suite didn't utilize a watch tower but it
wasn't any less large or opulent. Since all of the bedrooms contained queen
or king sized beds we had the boys double up, which they would have done in
any case.

"The 3rd floor was mostly bedrooms but they are smaller," Benson informed
us. That floor contained 15 bedrooms, no suites, and 4 bathrooms. We used
the 3rd floor crossover to the old castle which, unlike the main building,
was situated around a central courtyard, albeit a very small one, 20 x 50
at best. That part of the castle now housed the servants that didn't live
in the village. It was fairly uneventful, lacked the quality of antiques
and art found in the main residence. They had their own kitchen and dining
facilities, living areas and the like. Like the main residence it did have
a basement that housed the furnaces and provided storage but they had no
windows and little ventilation so were dank and musty. We didn't visit them
but I was told there was actually a door that opened onto the river.

We exited the castle and traipsed along the cobblestoned riverside walkway
to the Maiden's tower. That area had plenty of small trees against the
curtain wall and gardens filled with flowers that were pretty much going
dormant for the winter. Along the way we saw a small stream of the river
going under the castle. Benson said it was designed to bring water through
a canal for castle use. A water wheel of sorts was used to bring water up
through a narrow vertical tunnel and dumped into a cistern for
use. Essentially it was a series of small rectangular buckets hung between
2 ropes set on a large sprocket so the force of the water in the canal did
all the work. Almost like running water and because the water was always
moving through canal it never got stagnant. It was slow but effective and
could be speeded up by hand if need be.

The maidens tower was now used as a residence for castle grounds keepers
and maintenance people and like the old castle it had its own living and
cooking facilities and housed a dozen men. By the time we were done it was
time for lunch so we joined Agatha in the drawing room where we got a huge
surprise and I do mean huge. We were greeted by a trio of massive
dogs. They started to tromp toward us but a sharp whistle stopped then in
their tracks. Benson gave them a sit command and they did although they
were all quivering to meet us.

Benson said to them "friend". "These are Caucasian Ovcharka's and once they
meet you are very friendly and very gentle. Otherwise they were ferocious
guardians. These boys weight roughly 150 lbs. each. When you pet a do it
from the inside otherwise they will lean into you and the smaller of you
will get knocked over. We all managed to get into the room and Agatha gave
the command to break. They trotted over and began sniffing each one of
us. The boys were laughing like crazy.

Lunch was delicious and we were waited on by no less than 7 servants, half
of them teenage boys of varying ages and while most of them served everyone
else, one boy only served me. He appeared at my side as soon as we sat
down.

"My name is Arutha sire and I will be your page during your stay at River's
Bend. I am here to see to your every need." The boy was an exquisite
specimen of boyhood; 5'5", 115 lbs., light blonde hair, deep blue eyes,
completely smooth face with an aquiline nose with an ever so slight bob at
the tip and perfectly shaped lips. He looked to be 13 and the melodic high
pitch of early puberty lent credence to that notion. Still, cute as he was,
I didn't think I needed a page, valet, or whatever else they might be
called so figured I would speak to Benson on the matter and after lunch I
did so. His response was thus.

"Such a person is a tradition of aristocracy and almost a requirement and
you Mr. Broussard are decidedly aristocracy. It is a matter of image sir
and, as you will see, image is of paramount importance in British
aristocracy." When I asked what the boys' duties might include Benson
clarified it quite succinctly.

"He will be at your beck and call. Arutha will run errands, serve your
meals, lay out your clothes, help you dress and undress, run a bath and
otherwise full fill your every need and he will do it willingly." I asked
him to define the word "every".

"May I speak freely sir?" I gave him the usual speech about his being part
of a team and expecting him to speak freely and honestly with us. "I see
that you travel only in the company of males. What that might speak to is
not my concern. However should you have, ahem, physical needs Arutha will
help you full fill them either personally or arranging for another to help
get those needs met. Such arrangements are not uncommon among the wealthy
and, like having a page, are almost expected with aristocracy. It has been
thus for centuries sir." I nodded my head and thanked him again.

I asked about touring the village and he offered carriages but I
declined. We'd been riding for 3 weeks and needed the exercise. Besides,
the walk was minimal. He said that Arutha could act as a guide. He also
cautioned me about a few village bullies.

"All of us are trained in the fighting arts. That said, are there any rules
of engagement?" Benson smiled.

"You can't kill, maim, or otherwise inflict serious injury. Other than
that, you are welcome to defend yourselves." He said it with a bit of a
grin. On that note I gathered the troupe and off we tromped. The tour was
short, about an hour or so, and we enjoyed visiting many of the quaint
shops. We were back at the castle in short order without having to deal
with bullies. The boys and I were tired so we decided to head back to take
a nap. As we passed through the gate house onto the bailey, Arutha said
softly,

"Don't look around but we're being stalked. But do not worry, he will come
for me." I wondered what the hell that was all about but soon found out
when a deep growl echoed off the walls inside building. The boys were a
good 15 feet in front of Arutha and me but we all turned, me just in time
to see a huge ball of black and white fur tackle the boy to the
ground. Arutha was laughing out loud trying to push the big cat off of him
but instead they rolled over and he began licking all over Arutha's face,
holding the boy in his big paws.

The boys all headed back toward us but did so very slowly. The cat finally
let go and leapt nimbly to his feet and began to investigate the rest of
us.

"This is Agu," Arutha said, "our house cat." House cat my ass. It was an
adult snow leopard, a very beautiful animal. I would have said big as well
but after seeing the Ovcharka's, big was relative. "He is very friendly he
loves to be rubbed behind his ears or even just petted. Indeed he rubbed up
against me just like a normal cat although he cause me to move due to his
weight.

"Madam Agatha got him when he was barely a month old and now he's four
years old. We practically grew up together. He's a very cuddly and playful
boy, aren't you Agu," the boy said rubbed behind the big cat's ear and of
course the cat leaned into it and a low rumble issued forth from deep in
his chest. The boys all wanted to pet it and the big cat was more than
amenable to the attention.

We continued our trek to the castle and went to our respective rooms,
Arutha and Agu going with me. In my room he asked if I would like him to
run a bath which I acquiesced to. Once the old copper tub was filled I
started to undress.

"Allow me sire," Arutha said.

"Only on one condition," I said somewhat sternly. I paused then said, "that
you call me Lucian and not sire unless a situation dictates otherwise". He
grinned, which only made him cuter and said it was a deal. With that he
went about getting me out of my clothes and when he tugged my underwear
down he almost fell over backwards.

"Oh my goodness gracious," the exclaimed, his eyes the size of
saucer's. "That is bigger than Agu's penis." Well, I had no clue about that
and didn't figure that I ever would.

"Would you like to join me in a bath Arutha?"

"If you would like Lucian."

"That isn't what I asked," I said with a smile. He got a very shy look on
his smooth face.

"Yes, I think I would like that." He started to undress but I stopped him.

"If you don't mind. I love unwrapping a boy." I got his tunic unbuttoned
and slipped it off then tugged off his undershirt, the adorable boy helping
by lifting and moving his arms. From there it was his pants, leaving his
underwear in place. I got them off, Arutha balancing himself with a hand on
my shoulder. His body was perfect.

"You are quite the perfect boy Arutha." He blushed furiously. He was lean
and taut, all the crease and cervices just where they were supposed to be
and while not heavily defined, were simply perfect.  I reached out and
fondled the protrusion in his boxers which got a heavy sigh from the boy,
then tugged them down and off.

He was fully tumescent, his cock head barely peeking out from under his
foreskin. His pale cock was probably 5 inches long, his medium sized balls
hanging freely. I could see the slightest smattering of light colored hair
at the base of his boyhood pride and joy, not a one of them yet had
curl. He was gorgeous from head to toe.

I stood and put my hands on his shoulders then leaned in close. He knew
what was coming but didn't move and I kissed him lightly on the mouth.

"How about if we skip the bath sweet boy and just go to bed." He simply
nodded his head so I took his hand and led him to the promised land.

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