Date: Sun, 28 Feb 1999 14:30:29 PST
From: eagleman_50@hotmail.com
Subject: KNIGHTS OF THE ROD-V

   This is the fifth part of a series about a teenager named Roan who 
lived in the Middle Ages.  The story contains sex between teenagers, 
between men and teenagers and incest.
    Comments welcomed: Eagleman_50@Hotmail.com


   Roan didn't know what to expect as he walked into his house.  The 
news about his sister-in-law had been completely unexpected.  He knew 
she had given birth but he had no idea her life was in danger; although 
he knew that many women died giving birth, just as many babies died. It 
was a fact of life in his world, the world of the 14th century. 
   Roan, like his father, had also wondered why Richard had married so 
quickly, but he had never had a chance to talk with him about it. 
Perhaps, he thought, this might be the chance. He opened the door and 
stepped in.
   "Roan, I'm glad you came, I missed you."  Richard hugged him as he 
stepped across the threshold.
   "Roan, what took you so long?  
   Roan looked at his father and brother, beaming at both of them.
   "Oh, I had some business to take care of before I got here. I'm fine, 
I missed you two. What happened to Mary, where's mother, why are you 
here, Richard?"  The questions flowed one right after another.
   "Wait, one at a time, Roan."  Richard stood in front of him looking 
him over.  "Where'd you get those fancy clothes, you look nice!"
   "Oh, these belong to Will, he let me wear them since I lost mine."  
Roan gave them both a smirk and sat down.
   "So, it's Will now, you can call the Duke's son, Will?"  Richard 
chuckled as he looked at his handsome little brother.
   "I think you have some things to tell us, Roan. What's been happening 
to you since we last saw you?"  His father sat down next to him and 
nodded to Richard to join them.  
   "You first, Richard."
   "Mary suffered a lot having the baby.  Her body couldn't take it, she 
died yesterday.  I'm sorry she died, but I really didn't know her.  I 
guess I should feel sad and I do in a way, but I'm also relieved, I 
didn't want to spend my life with her.  The baby is fine, he's with 
mother at Mary's parent's, I'm going there later.  Now your story."
   Roan told them all the things that had happened at the castle.  When 
he told them about John they were shocked.
   "John is dead? He's the reason I got married so quickly."  
   "What'd you mean, Richard?"
   Richard told Roan about the experience with John by the river.
   "He was really evil.  I'm glad things happened like they did, now we 
can be free at the castle."
   "We... you're going back?"  Roan's father looked up at him.
   "Yes, I belong there, I know it.  I would like you to come, too.  
William is going to free all of you.  I'm going to get him to make you 
bailiff or even reeve.  Just wait."
   "Free us?  Roan! Is it possible?!"  Hugh jumped up and hugged Roan.  
He kissed him on the cheek and held him tightly, Roan looked at him and 
saw tears in his eyes.
   "Yes father, I want my family free.  I love you so much."  He looked 
at Richard and then at his father. He squeezed his father tightly as 
Richard joined them.  "Do you know about me and father, Richard?  He 
knows about you and I."  
   "Yes, I told him, Roan.  Now, you need to know about me and Richard." 
Hugh grinned at his youngest son as he broke the news.
   Roan broke out into a huge grin.  "That's great! We're really family, 
now."
   "Not quite yet, Roan.  There's something else we need to do to 
complete this."  Richard stood up and started taking off his clothes.  
Roan and Hugh both knew what he had in mind and they started undressing 
also. Hugh stepped back and looked at his two sons, Richard, at 19 was 
tall and muscular; Roan, now 16, was extremely handsome and well built.  
He smiled as his massive tool began to rise in response to the visions 
of beauty before his eyes.  He realized these were his sons, but he knew 
that he loved them and wanted to show them the extent of his love.
   Hugh kissed Roan and then turned to Richard, kissing him deeply also.  
He felt Roan press in behind him as he pressed into Richard. Roan's big 
dick pressed into his asscheeks and Roan started nibbling him around his 
neck.  Richard reached down and grasped his father's ten inch dick, 
stroking it gently.  With the other hand he reached up and pulled one of 
his nipples, twisting it and then biting it.  Roan knelt behind his 
father, spread his cheeks and stuck his head into his hairy crevice.  
His tongue began licking at his father's hole, slurping at the tiny 
puckered opening.  His hands tried to pry the crack wider so he could 
push his head further in, but he was in as deep as he could go.  At the 
same time Richard took Hugh's big dick into his mouth and started 
sucking him ravenously.  Hugh felt like he was on overload as his two 
sons worked on him, back and front.  Just as he felt he couldn't take 
anymore, they stopped and stood up. 
   "Father, I want you in me, now."  Roan looked at his father, then lay 
down on his back on the table, and lifted his legs in anticipation. Hugh 
used saliva to lubricate his large rod and got between Roan's legs, 
pushing them apart to get easier access.  Roan felt his father's dick at 
his hole and then gasped as it started easing in to him.  He sigh as it 
filled his cavity with its length, stretching his anal passage with its 
thickness.  When he felt his father's pubes push against his ass he knew 
he was all the way in. Then he saw Richard step behind his father, 
spread his cheeks and push his dick into his beefy butt.  Now Richard 
was in Hugh and Hugh was in Roan.  Hugh set the pace. He pumped into 
Roan and then pulled back onto Richard.  He felt the tightness of his 
youngest son's ass and the thickness of his oldest son's dick.  Over and 
over he experienced giving to Roan and receiving from Richard.  
Richard's dick plowed into his father as his father's plowed into his 
brother.  Roan lay on the table, moaning as his prostate was pushed by 
his father.  Hugh liked the tightness of Roan's hot passage and moaned 
as Richard's hard cock pushed his prostate over and over. They tried to 
make it last as long as they could, only surrendering to the explosive 
passion when it got to be too insistent.  Hugh came first, his seed 
erupting into Roan as Richard's juice bounced off the walls of his ass. 
Roan joined them as his dick shot its load into his father's chest.  
Hugh collapsed on his youngest son and Richard lay across on his back.  
The trio just lay there, enjoying the afterglow of their coming together 
for the first time.  Later, after they rested, they changed places.  
This time, Roan was in the middle with his eight inch dick in Hugh and 
Richard's eight inch dick in him.  Then, even later Richard got in the 
middle, with his dick in Roan and Hugh's in him.  It was a time of 
bonding for Hugh and his sons and they used it to unite themselves in a 
way that nothing else could have done.

   Roan spent the night with his father, rising early in the morning to 
get back to the castle. Before he left, he decided to go into the 
village to find Caxton and take him back with him.  His thoughts kept 
centering on the cute fourteen year-old and he wanted to spend some time 
with him.  He knew Father Stephen would find a room for them and let 
them have some time together. His relationship with the priest was not 
exclusive; in fact, the priest was the one who encouraged him to seek 
out Edward.  Roan also knew that he was not ready to be tied down to one 
lover, his desire to know others was too great at this point in his 
life.
   He didn't have any trouble finding Caxton or in getting him to 
accompany him back to the castle.  He was only too glad to take another 
horse ride with Roan, although they didn't do anything except hold each 
other tightly on the ride back. Caxton kept pushing back into Roan 
feeling his big dick in his asscrack and Roan kept leaning forward 
kissing the youth and nibbling on his neck.  By the time they got to the 
castle they were so turned on to each other Roan was in a hurry to find 
an empty bed so he and Caxton could finish what they started on the 
horse ride. 
   Just as he entered the Great Hall, William called him.
   "Glad you came back.  Who is this?"  William looked at Caxton and 
smiled. "You definitely have an eye for beauty, Roan."  Roan smiled as 
Caxton blushed at William's remark.
   "This is my friend, Caxton, son of Wulstan, from the village."  He 
pushed Caxton forward to shake William's hand.
   "You are welcome here, Caxton, son of Wulstan.  We are looking for 
young men who are willing to join us in our quest for freedom."
   "Thank you, sir."  Caxton blushed again, not knowing what to say to 
William.
   "Roan, Bruce and I are joining together to rule this domain.  Bruce 
will be the captain and I will be the administrator.  Bruce is forming 
an armed band of knights, The Knights of the Rod.  He would like you to 
be a part of his army."  William smiled as Roan gulped.
   "Me, a knight?  Yes, sir, I mean, Will!  I would like that very 
much."  Roan grinned and walked to Will, grabbing his hand and shaking 
it.
   "Of course, you will now live here with us.  I have arranged for you 
to have rooms on the upper floor, close to mine.  Neville will take you 
to them."
   Roan just stood there, looking at William, scarcely able to believe 
what he had just heard. He felt as though he was going to cry and turned 
to face the wall.  
   "Thank you, Will, thank you.  I will never fail you, sir.  Never!"
   Will patted him on the back and motioned to his servant, Neville, to 
take him out.  Neville led Roan and Caxton to the room that William had 
chosen for him. It was located in the suite of rooms near the royal 
bedroom.  It was much larger than Father Stephen's and had a fireplace, 
a rather large bed, three chairs and a table.  There were a few 
tapestries hanging on the walls and the windows were big enough to let 
in a moderate amount of light. There was an anteroom which was to be 
used like a closet and a sitting room, for guests.  Roan was definitely 
pleased with the rooms and felt proud to to be able to show them off to 
Caxton.  For his part, Caxton was deeply impressed and was already 
wondering whether Roan would let him stay with him.   
   
   Not too far away, in the village that surrounded the castle, Edward 
was returning to his house after finishing some chores that his father 
had given him.  He was tired, but he was also thinking about Roan and 
wondering when he would be able to see him again.  He knew the King and 
his retinue would be arriving tomorrow and he figured Roan, like 
everyone else, would be caught up in the excitement and festivities of 
the royal visit. He realized it would be some time before they would be 
able to come together in the way that meant so much to him.  
   "That was quick."  His father's voice startled him and he jumped.
"What's with you, Edward, daydreaming?"  His father, Henry, was the 
village blacksmith and he had a deep booming voice.  Edward was used to 
it, except at those times when his father broke into his reveries.
   "Just thinking, father."
   "Thinking about what, Roan?"  Edward and his father had been through 
this before.  "Other boys your age are smiling at girls and thinking 
about getting married.  Some are married already. You, you're still 
playing at the river and running in the woods with Roan, the handsome 
one."
   "Father, please, don't do this." Edward blushed as he looked into his 
father's eyes.  This always happened when his father began to question 
him about his activities.
   "Don't do what.  I know what boys do at the river and in the woods.  
I've been there, too, you know."
   "You, father? What do boys do at the river and in the woods"  Edward 
smirked at his father. 
   "They do a lot of things, Edward, a lot of things that make them feel 
good.  Things like..."  Henry stepped closer to Edward and put his hand 
in his crotch, feeling his cock.
   "What are you doing, father?"  Edward stepped back and gaped at his 
father.
   "Hasn't Roan touched you there?"  Henry stepped forward and touched 
his son again.
   "Yes, but that's different."  Edward didn't step back this time, in 
fact, he stepped closer and felt his father's hand rub his rod through 
his breeches.
   "Different because he's not your father?"  Henry's hand was stroking 
Edward through his pants.
   "Yes, that's why.  It feels good, father."
   "So, it's not different after all, just between us, Edward."  Henry 
reached and pulled his sons breeches down, exposing his hard cock.  He 
kept stroking it as Edward began to hump into his hand, grinding 
senuously back and forth. Henry's other hand reached behind his son to 
his rounded asscheeks and outlined their shapliness as he caressed them 
gently.  Then he pushed his finger into the crevice reaching for the 
portal that lay deep inside.  When he found it he pushed in, easing up 
into the tight passage as he continued to stroke his son's hard cock.  
Edward kept humping into his father's hand and pushing back onto the 
finger that was spearing him so deeply.  He leaned forward and began 
nibbling his father's earlobe, sucking on it and pushing his tongue into 
the ear canal. Henry responded by leaning forward and doing the same to 
his son, kissing, sucking and nibbling everywhere.  
   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yesssssssssssss, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  Edward's cock 
began to throb and spurt out his jism.  Each spurt flew out in a 
straight line landing across the room on the floor.  Henry was amazed at 
the amount of cum his son released.
   "God, you're something else, son. You always flow like that?
   "Yeah, most of the time, but this was special because it was you, 
father."  Edward felt a closeness to his father he had never felt 
before.  
   "Father, can I take care of you?"  Without waiting for a reply, he 
knelt down, pulled his father's breeches down and exposed his hard, 
curved nine inch dick.  Edward looked at it with its dripping head, 
looked up at his father, smiled and then took it in his mouth.  He moved 
down the shaft slowly, savoring the taste, the feel and the hardness of 
his father's rod.  He let his tongue play around the crown and then he 
began sucking in earnest. His hands reached around to Henry's ample 
mounds, pulled them apart, opening the way for his middle finger. He 
stuck it in and kept pushing, pushing into his father.  Henry started 
fucking his son's mouth, pushing in and pulling out as Edward moved with 
him in a rhythmic pattern that was bringing him to a powerful orgasm.  
It took a while, but Edward's experienced mouth brought his father to an 
eruption that filled him with his seed. Henry's semen burst into his 
son's mouth and down his throat, but some ran out onto his chin.
   "That was nice, son, real nice. This is better than anytime I spent 
at the river with anybody."
   "That's because it's me and you, father."  Edward smiled at his 
father as he kissed him gently on the cheek.
   "Son, I would still like you to think about getting married.  You can 
still do this whenever you like, but make some babies, son, please."
   Henry looked at his son and realized how much love he had for him.  
He pulled him to him and kissed him deeply before releasing him.
   "Only if you promise we can do this again and again."  Edward looked 
deep into his father's eyes and waited.
   "Anytime you want, son, anytime.  I don't mean to let this be the one 
and final time. I got work to do for tomorrow, but after that we got 
some business to take care of, all right?"
   Edward grinned at his father and allowed himself to be pulled into 
his arms.  "Yes, father, many more times, many, many more."  He laughed 
as his father pushed him away while slapping him across his behind.       

   Neville closed the door, leaving Roan and Caxton alone in the 
spacious room.  Roan walked around, touching all the furniture and 
admiring the tapestries.  He was awed at what had happened to him and 
felt like he was dreaming.
   "Caxton, pinch me!"  Caxton reached over and pinched his friend on 
the arm.  Roan jumped.  
   "Why did you want me to do that, Roan."
   "Just checking to see if I was dreaming."  Roan laughed and he 
playfully pushed Caxton.  "Want to try this bed, Caxton?"  He turned to 
look at the fourteen year old and recognized again how cute and 
desirable he was.  
   Caxton didn't say anything, he just started undressing, throwing his 
clothes on the chair.  When he was nude he stood before Roan and smiled.
   "At your service, sir, knight of the Rod."  He grinned and lay down 
on his stomach on the bed.  "Roan, I'm yours, now and forever, take me, 
please!
   "Caxton, you don't ever have to beg me.  I always want to be with you 
and love you."  Roan felt himself drawn to this teenager and wondered 
whether this was love.  He smiled as he removed his clothes and lay down 
on top of him, pressing his body into his and letting his cock lay 
against Caxton's asscrack as he kissed him on the neck.
He raised up, lubricated his cock with saliva and pushed it slowly into 
the waiting hole.  The heat and the tightness closed around his thick 
cock as he kept easing deeper and deeper into the teenager's willing 
ass.  When he was all the way in he pulled out slowly only to push in 
again.  Soon he had established a powerful rhythm of plowing that 
enabled him to hump Caxton with long hard strokes.  His dick moved like 
a piston into the tight passage that kept squeezing and releasing in 
sync with his joyous humping.  Caxton flowed with him as he raised his 
ass to receive and lowered it to release the hard cock that was embedded 
in him.
   Roan rolled off Caxton and pulled him over on his side. He lifted 
Caxton's leg and held it up as he plowed him from behind. His very hard 
cock was still deep in the fourteen-year old's anus, plowing in and out 
at a fast pace. Caxton turned his head so that Roan could kiss him and 
slip his tongue into his mouth. The feel of the stiff cock slamming into 
him was causing him to moan in pleasure. Neither of the teenagers wanted 
this moment to end, their joining was a special time for both of them.  
Roan knew that this was something special.  He had been with others, but 
he had never felt like this before.  The power of his feelings began to 
overwhelm him.
   "I love you so much, Caxton, so much."  
   "I'm yours, Roan.  I want to be yours forever, I love you." 
   Roan pulled his cock out and pulled Caxton over on his back.  He got 
between his legs, lifted them and exposed the distended hole of his 
lover.  He pushed back in in one thrust and lay down in Caxton's arms.  
Now they were face to face and able to kiss and caress each other as 
they desired. Caxton looked up into Roan's eyes and saw the love that 
was there.  He pulled Roan to him and cradled his head in his arms as 
Roan kissed his cheeks, his ears and his neck.  The powerful thrusting 
of Roan's dick was driving them both over a line they had never crossed 
before.  Roan was slamming into Caxton with a force that was incredible.  
His hard cock was rising and falling, touching the very inner depths of 
his lover and giving him the ultimate experience of togetherness.  They 
were held in a grip of passion that was powerful and tremendous, above 
anything either had known.  Each of them knew that this would define 
their subsequent experiences.
   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, Rooooooooooooan! OHHHHHHHHHHHh, yeahhhhhhhhh!"  The 
continued pounding of his prostate and the stroking of his dick brought 
Caxton to a very awesome climax.
   "Caxtonnnnnnnnnnnnn, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yesssssssssssss!"  Roan's 
body shook in response to the shuddering orgasm that flowed through him. 
Both teenagers spurted and spurted load after load of hot white cum.
   Afterwards, Caxton lay in Roan's arms, covered by the thin cover they 
found on the bed.
   "I love you Caxton.  I want you here with me forever, I need you."
   "I told you, Roan, I'm yours. I'll be with you wherever you go."
   They fell asleep arm in arm in each other's arms, secure in the love 
that they knew was theirs forever.  
   
   In other parts of the castle the preparations for the King's visit 
were being finalized.  Everywhere workmen were putting the finishing 
touches on various jobs.  The kitchen was abuzz with the preparations 
that had began the week before and were now culminating.  The castle had 
been cleaned from top to bottom, the courtyard had been swept and put in 
order, everything was ready for the royal visit.  Father Stephen, who 
was now the senior cleric at the castle, made sure the chapel was ready 
for the king.  The major ceremonies would be held at the Cathedral, but 
the king would, of course, be in attendance at the daily prayers. No 
detail had been overlooked.  The tents were strung out across the field, 
waiting for the royal retinue.  There would be much activity in the 
tents, not all of it part of the planned proceedings.  Women would be 
coming in from the surrounding areas to provide diversion for the 
knights who traveled with the king. This was expected and special tents 
had been set aside for this purpose. It seemed as though everything had 
been provided for.

   Richard, decided that he needed a diversion from the mourning that 
surrounded him at his father-in-law's. He left the village and headed 
toward the castle, arriving in the late afternoon.  He had no idea how 
he would get into the castle environs. He figured, rightly, that the 
guards would be stopping everyone who was not readily identified. He was 
awed when he reach the plain in front of the castle and saw the tents 
stretching far across the field. They were multi-colored and their 
identifying banners were fluttering in the breeze.  Most of them were 
round in shape and tall enough for a man to stand in. A few were placed 
off to the side, almost down by the river which bordered the field. 
Their color and their orderly arrangement surprised Richard and he stood 
still gaping at them, lost in his thoughts. Finally he remembered why he 
had come and began walking slowly toward the drawbridge, wondering if he 
would be able to see Roan.  Just as he reached the path leading up to 
the drawbridge he was stopped.
   "Whoa, who goes there!"  He looked up and saw a knight, standing on 
the side, scowling at him and holding a lance. 
   "I am Richard, son of Hugh, brother of Roan."  The scowl disappeared 
and the knight smiled.
   "Brother of Roan. You're handsome, Richard, but Roan is way ahead of 
you."
   "Thank you, sir."  Richard grinned and decided he liked this knight.
   "My name is Nicolas, son of John, not John the brother of William."
   "My pleasure, Nicolas, son of John."  Richard reached out and shook 
Nicolas' outstretched hand. Nicolas' grip was firm and Richard noticed 
that he held his hand a little longer than usual, but he liked the feel 
of the soldier's hand in his and left it there. They just stood in the 
field, holding hands and grinning at each other.
   "If you don't let go I won't either."  Nicolas laughed as he squeezed 
Richard's hand.  
   "I was thinking the same thing."  Richard laughed too and squeezed 
back.
   "I don't think you can get into the castle tonight, Richard. Would 
you like to partake of the hospitality of my tent?"
   "All right.  You promise we'll do more than just hold hands."  
Richard laughed as he turned to follow the knight.
   "I promise!"  Nicolas laughed with him as he kept walking
   Nicholas called to another soldier to take his place and then led 
Richard to a small tent on the other side of the field, one of the 
isolated ones by the river.  Richard entered and looked around and was 
surpised at how large it looked inside.  There was a pallet on the side 
and a little table containing some discarded food, but not much else.
   "This is it, what'd you think?"
   "Not much, is it?  I guess it'll do, though."  Richard turned around 
and smiled at Nicolas.
   "It'll do, all right. Actually, it depends on what you want to do in 
it."  Nicolas leaned toward Richard and smiled. "It's good enough for 
the things I like to do."
   "What things?"  Richard knew exactly what he had in mind, but he 
wanted to tease.
   "Things like what guys do when they want to do enjoy each other. You 
know, Richard."  Nicolas smirked as he said it. Richard reached up, 
pulled Nicolas to him and kissed him on the lips. Nicolas responded by 
pushing against Richard and slipping his tongue into his mouth. It 
didn't take long before both young men were naked on the pallet 
exploring each other's hard muscled bodies.  Nicolas was a soldier, his 
body was taut and well developed.  Like Richard, he had black hair which 
covered his muscled body.  He was exactly 6' tall with long arms and 
powerful legs. 
   Richard found himself lying on top of Nicolas' naked body pressing 
his cock against the soldier's and feeling him press up in return. They 
tongue kissed as their bodies kept grinding together, bringing their 
passions to the boiling point. Nicolas started first, his dick throbbing 
as it spewed forth a torrent of white jism.  Richard followed shortly 
after, his long cock erupting in spasm after spasm.
   Richard spent the night in Nicolas' tent enjoying his strong muscular 
body even as Nicolas enjoyed his. Each man gave and received so that the 
other's pleasure was heightened. The time spent in Nicolas' tent brought 
Richard to the realization that the love of men was what he longed for 
and enjoyed. After Nicolas mentioned something to him about the Knights 
of the Rod and what it was and he was sure he wanted to be a part of it. 
He knew he had to speak to Roan about it.
   Early in the morning, just as the sun came up, Nicolas led him across 
the drawbridge and into the courtyard, where one of William's servants 
met him to take him to Roan's room.