Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2015 03:06:53 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Winning a Noble Heart

                      WINNING A NOBLE HEART
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                   WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM
     [Note: This story involves an adult and an underaged boy having a
sexual encounter.  As always, my stories are fantasies with no basis in
reality either intended or implied; I personally have a clearly defined
border between fantasy and reality in my own life and can enjoy these sort
of stories with no desire to go out and emulate them in my own life.  But
if stories of this sort offend you, please, spare yourself and read no
further.  I write a wide variety of stories (it's what lets me stay so
prolific) so check back next week for a story of mine that may not go too
far for you.]
     It was all that stupid Maple's fault! The balky old cow had been
supposed to go with Brentin to the lower pasture the lord permitting the
peasantry to use for their cattle, there to spend the day cropping fresh
spring grass and growing fatter with the days, while Brentin kept an eye on
her and lounged around the pasture playing and relaxing and having a good
time with the other boys sent to tend the cows. Not much work for a lad, it
was true, but when you're Brentin's age, nobody expected much more work
from you than that except at planting and harvest times, and this was but
the first moon of summer.
     But halfway there, Maple had encountered a dog from another farm and
the dog had barked, and the foolish old bovine had turned tail and headed
back to the home barn! How was he supposed to get that old milker to fatten
up if she insisted on hiding in her barn instead of cropping the good
grass? But she made it into her stall despite the urgings of Brentin to get
her to turn back around and go back down the hill and once inside, she
ignored the slender youth trying to coax her to leave it.
     Well, his mother and sister were inside, they could help him get her
back out of the barn and once started, he'd keep her going down that hill
if he had to switch her hide raw! He'd cut himself a switch from the first
bush they passed.
     He peered in the window as he passed by the kitchen window toward the
door, stopped, looked again, and then ducked down! They were in there all
right, but they weren't alone, they had Goodwife Willow with them! That old
witch! Old, white-haired uncombed and unkempt, she wore filthy black robes
and got around with the help a crooked staff, peddling her herbs and charms
and potions and hexes. What was she doing at his family table? Sipping tea
with them, as well?
     His father had no knowledge of this, he felt sure. Brentin knew that
this couldn't be anything good, women were often devious and untrustworthy,
and not above using the services of a witch to advance their own personal
and hidden agendas. All the boys he knew told him as much and he well
believed them.
     He watched the three from the window as best he could without being
observed, but they were far too intent on their conniving to notice his
little round face at the window. He watched as the evil old woman drew out
a small bottle from inside her robe to his sister's and mother's unfeigned
delight.
     "And here it is." she told them. "A true and effective potion of
love. To win a noble heart, all you need to do is put it in his drink and
then be the first person he sees after he drinks it. There's a moment of
his being dizzy from its effects when it first grips him, and you can rush
to his side and take him in your arms and put your face to his and ask him
if he is all right and he'll look right into your face. But be careful. One
dose of this in his drink and you will love each other for life, and there
is no cure to be had for it. Are you certain that this young man is the one
you want to marry and for true?"
     "We are certain indeed." his mother told him. "We'll pay you twelve in
gold now and the rest after the marriage. His mother had an entire jewel
box loaded with precious gems, we will pawn as many of them as we need to
get you the remainder."
     "Be careful that you do, and that within thirty days of the marriage,
or I shall take my vengeance upon you." Goodwife Willow cautioned
them. "Your husband could die, or your son, of a horrid fever. I warn you
both, I'm not to be trifled with!"
     "Don't worry, I'll pay you." my sister said. "This potion works and
it'll be worth every last copper I give you."
     "See that you remember that when you're his wife." Goodwife Willow got
to her feet and Brentin ducked and went back to the barn. He was no longer
interested in their help with the cow, he'd kick that old cud-chewer out if
he had to. It was more important that they not realize he had heard their
plotting. He had no idea who his sister (Esselda, plain pockmarked Esselda,
how could he let any man fall prey to her and live a life of misery). Were
her physical flaws her only ugliness, he may have kept silent, but she was
also a mean-spirited person, quick to flare to anger or to jealousy,
grasping, even stooping to stealing things that she wanted, no, his sister,
Brentin had to admit, was completely devoid of any loveable qualities and
at the age of twenty-six, she was more than likely bound to be a lifelong
spinster and eternal drain upon his mother and father's fortunes. And if
she thought that Brentin was going to stay around this farm when grown up
if she was there, she could just think again!
     No, he had to warn her intended victim, he could also maybe steal that
bottle from his sister while she slept tonight. Pour it out, replace it
with plain water, and let her think the old witch had given her a false
potion. Yes, that was the plan. With that action comfortably in his mind,
he turned his attentions to switching that cantakerous old cow out of the
barn. She mooed lamentably at his flailing at her butt, but he kept on her
until she moved down the road again with some liveliness and perhaps a bit
of respect at this aggressive youth who now controlled her life rather than
trying to wheedle her to do his will.
     Yes, he would sneak into her room this very night while she slept and
rifle through her belongings, she would keep that bottle in the box at the
foot of her bed, no doubt, he would find it and dump it and fill it with
water, yes he would!
     Maple seemed to be watching very carefully all day long, and Brentin
knew he'd made a deep impression upon that puzzling brain of hers. Well and
good, he could have more time for his play if she wouldn't get to acting
contrary on him!
     He looked at himself in the pond. The faces of his parents had meshed
on his own same as they had his sister, but where in her case it had given
her a long, almost horselike face that would have diminished her looks even
before the pox had marked her in diverse places, Brentin's own face was
well on its way to being a handsome one indeed. The pox had passed him by
entirely when it had come through the village for some reason, and there
were those who said that it was because he had spent so much time around
Maple, for it was known that those who had the pox carried by cattle would
often be free of the greater burden of the Red Death that killed or marred
for life its every victim.
     He was dressed in simple homespun in brown shades, light brown tunic
and dark brown leggings, and wore only soft cloth shoes which were getting
already worn out and too small for him. He would soon be walking barefoot
when the weather would permit, though.
     And so with such musings and idle games as he and the other boys in
the pasture could find to occupy themselves, he passed the day, eating the
small lunch his mother had given him and when the sun grew lower in the
sky, he fetched Maple and drove her back toward home again.
     It must have been his day for the mischievous spirits to dally with,
for he again approached the door to see his sister at the table, only this
time, her only companion for the tea was a young nobleman, a scant score of
years at most, with a finely crafted head of neatly trimmed hair (no bowl
cut such as Brentin wore for him!), a thinly square but elegant face
carrying a pencil thin line of mustache down to a mere tuft of a chin
beard, this above a tunic of purple ornamented with golden threads making
an elaborate design overall and trimmed with a golden border, below that
was a steel-gray pair of hose, full hose, not woolen leggings that were
tied about his waist like Brentin, but a proper lower garment woven and
sewn to fit him well. He turned and Brentin saw that it was Lord Molit's
eldest son and heir!
     His sister had set her cap for young Lord Dalby Molit! Small wonder
then that she would consort with a witch to win over his heart. No wonder
she would try to trap him with a potion. Potion? The tea!
     He held the cup in his hand and as his sister rose to deal with him,
Brentin saw him lift the cup to his lips and take a drink!
     His sister was coming toward him, yapping as she always did, "Brentin,
you're bothering us, go out to the barn and stay there until I call you in,
now, get out of here, get out!"
     But Brentin saw the charmingly clean and well-built nobleman behind
her set down the cup and place his head in his hand, he was dizzy. She had
already slipped him the potion!
     He couldn't let the next sight he had be his sister! He couldn't!
Brentin didn't think of it beyond that fact, he slid around his sister's
clutching hands and went to the nobleman, yelping, "Don't look at her,
don't look at her!"
     "Brentin, get out of here!"
     "Don't look at her! "Brentin called a third time and that was when
Dalby's eyes rose and he looked...right at Brentin.
     Brentin himself felt a little dizzy, it was as though those irises of
his blue, blue eyes were shining and spinning around, like the little
windtoys that clever hands would make with a thin slip of wood, a bit of
paper and a pin, they made him blink and stagger.
     "Brentin, get out of here!" and Esselda's hands closed upon him and
she frog-marched him out by lifting him up bodily and practically carrying
him, his feet only hit the ground twice before he was outside and she was
pushing him, he stumbled off the steps and was away.
     Leaving Esselda in sole possession of the kitchen with poor Dalby in
the thrall of that potion the witch had given her.
     Brentin sighed and went out to the barn, he could keep Maple company
until Dalby left. Ah,well, if his sister had to be devious, she had at
least chosen a prime specimen of a man to be her lovestricken suitor. His
parents and he could move in to the noble house in some out of the way wing
and be well fed and cared for, and for him, there would be more than the
mere prospect of this farm and its worn-out fields, he may well be able to
attend classes with the young men of the house and get his letters and
more, he could then perhaps take an apprenticeship with some tradesman and
from there...oh, a decent life and meat at every meal instead of bowl after
bowl of meal or mush like he had now, broken only by the bread he carried
for his lunch to the pasture with Maple, and never enough of even that to
fill his unending hunger inside....
     He fell down onto a patch of straw and dreamed of that house. He could
see Dalby again then. The thought of that strong, handsome man was causing
the oddest fluttering in his stomach, that brief moment when they'd looked
into each other's eyes was foremost in his mind, he closed his eyes and
remembered that instant, remembered it over and over and over and over....
     "Here you are!" came the young male shout. Brentin rose, turned over
on the straw and looked up.
     Dalby was there, standing above him. But how had he gotten away from
Esselda so quickly? She would have at least followed him out, tried to
force him to look at her, she was the only woman around, he had to look at
her, fall in love with her, the potion would demand that....
     And those eyes were boring into him again. That big, strong, handsome
man was here, in the barn with him, and the face was smiling at him, and
that muscled arm reached out a hand to him.
     In a daze, he reached his hand up and the fingers closed upon his hand
and pulled him to his feet. "Come, ride with me." Dalby said.
     That hand around his was tugging at him, not hard, but urging him to
come along. They went to Dalby's horse, a strong, beautiful animal and
Dalby placed him on the saddle then sat behind him and with Brentin safely
between those two big arms holding the reins, they rode down the road
toward the village. His family's farm was only a short distance away from
the village, of course, all small freeholdings such as this farm was near
the village, any further and they would be upon the lord's lands, and the
lord owned most property about. Partway there, the hands shifted both reins
to one hand and the free hand wrapped around Brentin's chest, and the
warmth of that arm pulled him against the vaster warmth of the chest behind
and Brentin felt like he would swoon from the masculine feel that was
enfolding him, keeping him entire.
     The inn was built around a courtyard, and the rooms were arranged
around that courtyard. The stablehands came out and took Dalby's horse, and
he and Dalby could go from there unimpeded straight to the room Dalby had
apparently taken there, for he went straight to one of them and inside it
was all clean, finely made bedding and several personal objects. Brentin
rarely had seen such nice things as this, but he gave them scant glance,
his eyes were only for Dalby.
     "I know not what has come over me." Dalby said to him as Brentin took
a seat upon the bed. He was looking at Brentin as if he could not look
enough upon the young peasant lad, but then, that was how Brentin looked
upon Dalby. "I have never felt like this about anyone, it is as if I have
known you all my life, as if you and I were once a single person and we
were somehow separated, and now I have found you again. I do not understand
it."
     "I do." Brentin admitted. He then explained about the witch's visit
earlier that day and the potion she had sold his sister. "So I was going to
steal it from her tonight, but when I got home, I saw you and realized you
had already taken the potion, I tried to keep you from looking at her."
     "And instead, I looked at you." Dalby had taken this time to first sit
upon the bed and the interval of the explanation following in sidling ever
closer to Brentin. "And so the potion worked to make me fall in love with
you."
     "And I with you." Brentin agreed, soaking up that maleness that seemed
to pour out of Dalby into him. "I did not think it worked like this,
though, I thought the potion's effects was only between a man and a woman."
     "But that seems not to be the case."
     "It seems not." Brentin said. "So here we are, the two of us, bound by
a potion of magic we did not choose. The witch said there was no cure for
it. We must deal with it as best we can."
     "And so we shall." And Dalby was right up beside Brentin and now his
arms moved to pull the young boy to him.
     Brentin gulped, admitted, "I do not know what to do." he gasped before
those warm lips closed on his and the kiss he got was nothing at all like
the ones his mother gave, and father still gave him upon occasion, nothing
like either of them at all! This was like Dalby was trying to bind them
even closer, and his arms were making him feel even closer to the handsome
nobleman.
     Brentin gave in to the sensations rushing through his body. He had
been forced by the potion's magic to fall in love here, he could not do
anything more than accept this new life that he had been given, no more
than the proudly aristocratic young man who was kissing him. As those lips
chewed their way down his chin and his neck, he groaned and tried when his
own head was freed to bestow some kisses in his own turn upon Dalby's only
available flesh, the top of his head. That won him a taste of hair and hair
oil but that didn't seem to matter.
     He let this pantingly eager young man pull his clothing from his body
and even dared to try to return the favor here and there, though his
experience with the buckles and buttons of this much more elegant and
adorned tunic was nil and he could only use a trial-and-error method that
gained more delay than speed in the undressing of that body.
     But the clothes were off at last and nude, he could lie upon the bed
and spread his arms and feel Dalby lay himself down between them. He gasped
as he felt Dalby's prong touch his own groin, and he knew that this big
organ would require all his attention and care (he wasn't totally ignorant,
he had the basic facts if not any useful details), and the size and heat of
it was intimidating.
     "I don't know what to do!" he moaned again. "Teach me, please, teach
me!"
     "I shall." Dalby agreed, and Brentin braced himself, expecting to be
impaled immediately, but instead Dalby began to kiss him again and this
time his clothing was no impediment to his ardent lips, they wove their
moist way down and over his chest to perch upon one nipple longingly, then
down further over his soft, hairless body that quivered with each wet oval
left by those soft petals of his noble mouth, and Brentin felt his body
becoming excited in a way he had never felt before, and that feeling
reached a height when that aristocratic face perched above his small but
throbbingly hard organ, and those lips slid upon his glans and over and
down to his base. His tiny prick was no great effort for Dalby to engulf
entirely and as his lips plied up and down his small length, Brentin felt a
rush of delight rush through his body unlike any he had felt before! So
this is love, he felt wonderingly as his body shivered in the ecstasy.
     In no time, his excitement reached its height and the pleasure that
had gone before was as nothing, he felt an overpowering tingling that began
in his cock and ran up his body like lightning and he shook like he was
possessed, and the joy wracked him and it was marvelous, and then too soon
it was over and he was shaking, weak from the energy that had ravaged him.
     "And that is how you do it." Dalby told him as he rose back to put his
face above Brentin's. "Do you think you can do as much for me now?"
     Brentin had to smile at that simple request. Nobleman though he was,
Dalby would give him the choice. This was truly love! "I shall do my best."
he said.
     Dalby lay back and Brentin did what he could to cover that large body
with his small mouth in kisses as Dalby had done for him. Sucking on the
nipple brought away a chest hair (Dalby wasn't overly hairy but held some
upon his breast as did all men) and Brentin had to stop and pull it from
his tongue. Dalby smiled at him when he made a face at this, and reached a
hand up to rub his hair in encouragement, and Brentin returned to his oral
ministrations.
     Further down Dalby's body and he began to rush toward his goal, this
was taking too long, so long! His hunger here was building again in a new
way, he wanted to repay this, his new lover, for the joy he had been given,
by giving it in his own turn. At last he was at the brushy pubic thatch and
rather than delve into it, he simply rose higher and his lips fed that wide
mushroom head of a glans into his mouth and he pressed further down.
     "Careful now, merry, you must use as much of your mouth's water as you
can." Dalby cautioned. "And beware your teeth when you move, you don't wish
to scrape me as you move up and down."
     Brentin obeyed this instruction and after some difficulties with the
mechanics of the act, he was moving upon Dalby's dong with a speed and
diligence that was making his big male lover groan with a deep bass
growling sound. The noise filled Brentin's ears, the cock filled his mouth
and his nostrils were full, as well, with the raunchy musky smell of an
adult male. He had smelt this before in the fields when working alongside
his father during the harvest or when gathering hay in summer, but this was
stronger still and it inflamed his desire to give this lover of his
everything he could.
     So when his lips tired and his mouth ached from the actions, he rose
up and gasped out, "Is there anything else I can give to you, my dearest
one."
     Dalby accepted the tender phrase without mockery, he said only, "Yes,
but there will be pain for you at first if we try it. I wouldn't have you
feel one single ounce of regret on this, our first lovemaking."
     "I will try it, if you will teach me." Brentin said before his noble
lover could say any more.
     "Then let me be the one who does all the work, and tell me if I press
you too hard."
     Brentin let Dalby pull him up so that his head lay upon the pillow and
Dalby then knelt between his legs, his powerfully golden body above him in
a powerful arc of masculine grace, and then his hands grasped Brentin's
legs and pulled them up and Dalby's cock, now slippery with Brentin's
saliva, pressed itself toward Brentin's ass.
     There was pain as Dalby promised, but Brentin groaned and Dalby
stopped, and Brentin each time it came would look into Dalby's gentle,
caring eyes and he would catch his breath and nod, and Dalby would press
again.
     And so Dalby's glans made its way into Brentin's tiny anus, and though
this stretched Brentin a great deal, the gentleness of the insertion
prevented him from bleeding more than a small amount. And when Dalby pushed
in deeper, there came upon Brentin's body a sensation unlike any he had had
before.
     Dalby stopped when he had only driven a few inches of his dong into
Brentin's bowels. "I dare not push you harder." he grunted. "This is enough
for me. Do you need more time to get used to it?"
     "Nay, I am enjoying this greatly." Brentin moaned. "I only ask that
you move slowly at first so that I may learn you the better."
     "I want you to learn all about me." Dalby answered and his motions
were as tender as a mother's stroking of the brow when her child is wracked
by a fever.
     Brentin moaned anew as the cock worked its magic upon his body, it was
stroking a source of pleasure deep within him that he had never suspected
existed, no wonder Dalby had mentioned it to him despite the initial
pain. And he saw how much Dalby was enjoying it, his face was softened with
his passion and his grunts were taking on the same sounds Brentin had given
when he had been sucked by Dalby. Knowing that he was pleasing Dalby, that
this handsome man was loving this use of his body, was more than enough to
let Brentin forget any regrets he had at being penetrated as this.
     "Oh, oh, my love, my little love!" Dalby groaned above him. "I never
thought of boys as being so wonderfully delightful to love as you are, my
only interest was women until the potion was used upon me, now, I can never
bear to be parted from you again. Say that you will be with me, all your
life, say that we can love like this every night from this day on, say that
and I will be the happiest of men upon this world!"
     "I will stay with you always." Brentin promised, and Dalby closed his
eyes and moaned.
     "Oh, oh, my little lover, my best of boys, I will always love you,
always!"
     "And I will love you as well!"
     "Oh, my little lover, my little boy lover!"
     "Oh, oh, more, more, please, and deeper!" Brentin begged.
     And Dalby's face began to flush a bright red and at first Brentin
thought he was blushing then he felt the heat of his cock boiling within
Brentin's bowels, and he realized that this man, this big, strong,
handsome, virile man, was about to hit the same height he had reached with
Dalby's lips before.
     And that knowledge caused his own young body to again strike the fire
that had raged within him before, and he shook in Dalby's embrace as
Dalby's own orgasm roared into life.
     And Brentin was surprised when the salty flood of Dalby's ejaculate
roared into him, with Dalby on top of him, his cock hot as fire, and that
fire was spraying into him in liquid form, it warmed and filled him and
added to his own ecstasy that shook his body like an earthquake, with Dalby
moaning in climax above him, and they were one now, they were truly one,
one, one!
     And again, too soon, it was over and Dalby slumped and only his elbows
held that heavy weight from crushing Brentin into the bed. Brentin stroked
Dalby's back and the fine sheen of sweat from his exertions made the
movements easy and warm and it was like Brentin was sliding his hands upon
a sleekly smooth service, like marble or ice, only this wasn't stony and it
wasn't cold, it was warm, warm!
     "Oh, oh, my little love." Dalby sighed in his ear. "I cannot bear to
be parted from you. Can it be that your parents would agree to let you come
live with me in my house? I would promise them to give you the best of
educations and a stipend in gold, and payments to them if you can come."
     "I think they will agree to something like that." Brentin said.
     "Then let us go and make the arrangements." Dalby said, rising. And
again, his hand extended to Brentin who took it and was lifted up to stand
by his lover's side.
     His parents were waiting for him at his home as well as his sister,
who was red-eyed, but her tears were not of sorrow. "You arrogant fool!"
she raged at Brentin as he returned. "What have you done to us? Don't you
know what Goodwife Willow will do to us if we cannot pay her for her
services as we promised?"
     "As for that, let me speak further with you." Dalby said to her. Then,
to Brentin, "Why don't you go to your room and pack up your clothes and all
else you wish to bring with you? Your parents and I must speak very
plainly, and that will be easier if you are not here."
     Brentin ran happily to his small room at the back of the house to do
as his lover bade. After all, he knew how it would work out, his parents
would get the money they wanted, his sister would get herself some as well,
enough to purchase another bottle of that potion to use on some other
unsuspecting (if less affluent) victim, and as for him...
     He had won a noble heart and so his own life would be filled with love
and more from this day forward.
                             THE END
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