Sir Thomas Galwine rode into the village Hopinval, to find it in a frenzy. His young squire Benet was riding on a pony nearby and he said to the valiant knight, "Sir Thomas, they are in distress."
"Yes, but what is the cause?" Sir Thomas agreed. He got further into the village and asked a young man, "Pray, good man, what is the source of your village's uproar?"
"A chastithul is coming and will be here by the morrow!" the man said. "A fearsome beast most cruel and deadly!"
The beast's name was unfamiliar to Sir Thomas and he surveyed the village with an eye to understanding the threat. They were gathering up the young women of their village and putting them into carts or other conveyances and as Sir Thomas watched, one loaded coach of women was being driven hastily out of the town. Whether on horse or oxcart or foot, the women were the only ones fleeing, the others weren't preparing defenses or wetting their roofs or any of the other precautions one would use if, say, a dragon were about to attack.
"These are not the preparations one does in the event of an attack," Sir Thomas observed. "You are sending away all of your young women?"
"Not just the young women, we must also take away any young men who have gone through their puberty but not yet had sex. There are a few years between the onset of puberty and the age when we can honorably arrange for them to marry, or arrange a willing maid to help them lose their virginity, and those are the citizens who we are moving away to a cavern near here, where they must live until the beast passes on."
The man looked over Sir Thomas more carefully. "You are a warrior and a knight of the realm, I see. Can you help us by dispatching this horrifying beast? Our own village has few weapons and none that will prevail against such a fearsome monster?"
"I shall be happy to assist you and can slay such a fiend."
"I must first ask if you are qualified to fight him, Sir," the man said. "Forgive me, but I must ask if you have had carnal knowledge of a woman. If you do not," the man continued when Sir Thomas was silent, "then I must suggest that you not face the beast until you have found such a surcease from the beast's fangs, for it only attacks virgins whether female or male. We do not understand it, save that it is the beast's favored and only fare. If it comes here and smells anyone who is yet unknown to sexual desire, that is who it slays and then devours. It can kill a man very quickly. Any warrior that wishes to fight it must be a man who has known women." The man looked at Benet, "or a man who enjoys a different joy of that sort," he added slyly.
"You speak too plainly and too coarsely," Sir Thomas reproved him gently, "yet I thank you for your concern, and I shall remember your words."
The abashed man bowed hastily and moved on.
Sir Thomas surveyed the village. "We should base our camp on yonder nearby hill. The beast will come and we can attempt to use arrows on the fiend to wound and slow it, and draw it towards us and away from the village."
"Aye, Sir Thomas. Only...." Benet looked worried. "I am willing to stand by your side, Sir, only...." He trailed off again.
"Benet, you have shown your bravery time and again in battle," Sir Thomas said kindly. "If your heart fails you this time, I shall not require you to stand by me, and will have no hard words for you afterwards."
"I...I...I thank you, Sir Thomas." Benet was silent as they bought provisions for their travels and then went to make camp on the hill. Sir Thomas surveyed the skies and said, "I see no hint of any frightful flying beasts, at least," he said. "Let us prepare a supper, we will need to keep a watch through the night." He lifted off his helmet and the face revealed was nobly handsome, with hair in lush wavy black locks and his eyes were a clear and piercing blue. His cheeks were large flat squares on either side of his regal nose and his lips were a soft pink shade just slightly darker than his fair light brown skin.
Sir Thomas further divested himself of his flexible chainmail armor of durable adamantium links, readying himself for the night's sleep, and after a pause, discarded his tunic as well. This left him wearing only a pair of rather loose pantaloons that covered him from waist to foot.
In the evening light, the sun near setting cast Sir Thomas' chest and arms in sharp detail. His entire body was immensely muscled. His arms could hold a heavy sword and heavier shield and wield it for hours in battle, and they showed it in his huge biceps and deltoids, and the extensors of his forearm were all prominent even in rest. His pectorals were large slabs of flesh atop his breast and his abdominal obliques were long and firm. Benet was staring at the huge man and Sir Thomas saw the boy's fascinated stare and smiled, flexed his right arm to show the massive bicep fully inflated. "Your body will look this way if you study the knightly ways and work well." he said.
Benet flushed and took his own tunic off, his body was no longer the thin body with ribs showing that Sir Thomas had seen first. He had fed the boy well on meats and saw the benefit of that in the way the upper body was filling out. Benet had the deep brown hair of some noble blood, though his family line was that of a commoner, such bastardized genes were often seen among the ranks of the knights. His eyes were a blue nearly the shade of Thomas' own.
Their supper was fare from the inn's larder, they had more durable food in their bags for the trail, but with the village nearby, there was no reason to dip into it, Sir Thomas' pouch was well-laden with silver and copper coins. Done eating, Sir Thomas laid back on his blanket and sighed with contentment. "I often feel this is the best time of a combat," he said laconically, "this night before we can relax and rest, and know that even in the horror to come, life is still filled with sweet and beautiful things."
Benet was staring into the fire and hadn't seemed to hear.
"Benet," Sir Thomas said gently. "We are alone here now, it is one reason I did not take a room at the village. Pray, talk to me of what concerns you. Your valor in combat is beyond dispute, what frightens you about this beast, we know not even what it looks like."
"It was...when the man said it only attacks the young men and women who are...well, who have not...."
"Not enjoyed the pleasures of the marital bed?" Sir Thomas smiled.
Benet nodded numbly.
"You are still a boy but...are you still a boy?"
"Maybe." Benet admitted. "I have had my voice crack on me now-ow and the-en." His voice cracked on the words.
"I see," Sir Thomas mused. "That is a problem. You will stand behind me in the battle, but even with that there is a danger to you from this chastithul."
"He said it was quick in such an attack." Benet added with a shudder.
"It will not be here until the morrow," Sir Thomas rose from his blanket and approached the youth. He knelt down beside the lad very closely. "There is yet time for us to prepare you for this battle."
"But we cannot..." Benet stared at the man. Sir Thomas was untying the slender rope that held his pantaloons about his waist. He stood and lowered the trousers and the boy could now see the thick man-meat that dangled between the knightly thighs.
Benet goggled up at the man. "You want me to...."
"The man said that a different form of joy would suffice," Sir Thomas said. "I am your mentor and it would not do for me to permit you to be slain if I can prevent it." He lifted his legs one by one and pulled off the leggings in the manner of a man long used to such garments, he did not wobble at all. "We have grease we can use, you shall oil your young virility and use my body to obtain your immunity to the chastithul."
"You want me to...." Benet was chopping off a lot of his sentences as his vocabulary reached to find words that were both accurate and honorable.
"I shall be blunt to be clear, I want you, dear squire, to fuck my ass," Sir Thomas clarified. "This will strengthen your heart for the battle, will it not?"
"It will," Benet sighed and he hastily reached for his own shoes, (the knight had been shod with shoes coated with adamantine panels) then fought off his own pantaloons with more awkwardness than the knight, but he shed them and both man and boy were now nude in the approaching twilight. Sir Thomas lay upon the boy's blanket on his back and raised his arms to the boy, whose visage was now a glorious delight and euphoria born of knowing that his fears would be assuaged as his lusts would be drained, all by the generous gesture of Sir Thomas.
"Come, my dear, sweet, loyal squire, my body is yours for the taking. I ask only that you proceed with gentleness, for my body is unknown to man."
"And I am unknown to either man or woman," Benet replied. "But I shall do my best."
"A good layer of grease and a gentle push should suffice for us both." the knight assured him.
Benet fetched the grease and used it liberally for injuring his liege this close to battle would be unthinkable. He knelt between the muscled legs that could walk and fight all day in armor and weapons that weighed in excess of a hundred pounds. His body was indeed showing the first signs of puberty, a few faint hairs were sprouting around the boy's young dong which was pulsingly erect, and nearly four inches long. He was indeed becoming a man!
Benet eased himself down on to the warm body and he carefully aimed his cock for the knight's small tucker, Sir Thomas felt the boy's cock and moved his body to help the organ find the entrance. Benet sighed as he felt the yielding sphincter and he said, "Okay, here I go."
He gave a firm shove to his hips and the knight gasped as the boy's cock slipped into his body with little struggle. Benet let out a long moan and shivered. "Ooh!" he gasped. "It's so warm!"
"Warm and willing," Sir Thomas told him. "You may now move some. It requires a steady series of thrusts to achieve completion."
"I know!" Benet gasped and began to move his hips.
Sir Thomas gasped himself. "I am astonished at how wonderful this feels!" he panted out. "Every move of your organ causes my body to experience such a rush of joy and pleasure; I cannot fathom the reason but I welcome it, I urge you, my dearest squire and friend, move your body faster, I wish more of this, much more!"
Benet sped up and his groans and the knights' were a duet of delight and abandonment of their reservations. They were no longer knight and squire, they were man and boy locked in sexual congress and their bodies moved as Sir Thomas began to grunt and urge with his hips to have the boy drive deeper and faster into him. Benet for his own part became wrapped up in his joy and began to thrust lustily and rapidly into the knight, who wrapped his powerful arms around the boy's young body and began to move his hips in time with the boy's passionate movements, driving his own and the boy's passions to a groaning, spasming, magnificent mutual climax.
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, Sir Thomas, I am near completion!" Benet cried out. "I pray you are as well!"
"I join you gladly, dear squire, let us rejoice in this together!" Sir Thomas moaned.
"Ah-hah-hah-ah-ah-hahhh!" Benet cried out as his body began to thrash and race to send as many thrusts into Sir Thomas as it could.
"Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh!" Sir Thomas gasped, his body also stiffening in his joy. He had never experienced this despite his prior life on the road and the many willing maids that sought to join a noble, handsome, muscled knight in bed. He had just found a new source of sexual ecstasy and he was riding that horse at full gallop!"
"AHH-AHHH-AHHHH!"
"UHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH!"
"HAHH-HUNNNNNHHHH!" Benet froze in his motions as his climax seized his young body and locked him buried deep in Sir Thomas' bowels.
"KUH-UH, HAHHHHH-HOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" Sir Thomas shook as had any number of maidens in his arms as she had orgasmed, those maids, they were his sisters now! He loved this so much, he would never want it to end!
The hot young spunk of Benet, still mostly clear liquid but with swirls and curls of sperm filled pearls, rushed into Sir Thomas' bowels, accompanied by the man's howls and growls of his manly orgasm.
For his part, Sir Thomas gushed hot jizz out in thick globs that sprayed and splattered and speckled the boy's chest and Sir Thomas' stomach and abdomen with heavy white hunks of liquid love. The boy felt it and that seemed to galvanize his body into a second orgasm piled atop the first and he again convulsed and thrust into Sir Thomas' body, then collapsed in his exhaustion atop the man's muscled body.
Sir Thomas sighed and let the boy lie as he was, and stared up at the stars, that twinkled as if they were laughing at the pair. He smiled at that conceit, thought it would make a delightful line in the next lay he composed to sing at court. If he ever returned to court. The current King seemed to be more and more annoyed at his retainers hanging out the grounds and eating his food and drinking his wine. He was getting old and the throne's lineage wasn't as clear as it could be, the only direct heir was still a boy and there was a bastard that had a clear claim as the elder son of the King. Such was the fate of the people when the line wasn't clear and strong. But Princes will play....
Benet stirred and he said, "How did you enjoy it, Sir Thomas?"
"Much more by far than I had thought or ever dreamed," Sir Thomas assured him. "I will admit that now I have experienced it, I must find further resources to assuage the hunger you have awakened in me."
Benet smiled shyly, "I am always ready to serve you, my liege."
"I will be sure to remember that. But now you and I need to get our sleep, we will need awake at sunrise to be ready to fight this chastithul, whatever shape it may be."
"Let me ready your bed for you," Benet replied. Sir Thomas lay where he was as the boy took the bedding and laid it out beside his own so close they touched and then the blankets were spread to cover one person. He could have objected, but chose not to. When both were under the covers, the boy immediately slid over to lie against Sir Thomas and the knight permitted the lad to make a pillow of his arm and throw his leg over the man's lower body, as if having used Sir Thomas' anus for sexual pleasure, he was feeling possessive. At that moment, Sir Thomas was more than willing to be possessed. Despite being used to sleeping alone and spurning overnight liaisons, he slept the entire night through.
Sunlight awakened him with its merrily chuckling light at the sight of the two lovers, and Sir Thomas awoke, disengaged the boy's body from his, and rose with quiet efficiency. "Arise, my squire, we must make ready to battle. Again, a scan of the skies and the ground (no longer shaded by the hills westward of the village) showed no signs of attacker or attacked. All was peaceful as it could be.
They ate a quick morning meal and girded for battle and set up their stage on the direction where the chastithul was said to have been approaching (the mountains west of the village) but nothing, nothing, from the west or the east or north or south as the day wore wearily onward. The peasants of the village, for their part, tended to their normal duties of tending to their flocks and their crops, and the two alone stood vigilant.
As the night again came, Benet went to the village to inquire while Sir Thomas stood watch and upon his return, the boy said, "The men say that the chastithul may have turned to attack another village than ours. It never comes out to feed longer than three days' time, so they may yet escape any assault. But the beast never attacks by night."
"So we have wasted the day in the hot sun," Sir Thomas declared, and he was indeed sweat-covered in his armor. "Let us seek out an inn and a way to bathe tonight, in that case. We will have to return here tomorrow."
"Mayhaps we can set up some kind of shade to use." Benet suggested.
"An excellent idea."
The inn did offer them a bathing tub for a price, and the serving wenches were told to heat the cold water in the tub with boiling water from their oven, and they agreed, and ate their supper while it was prepared. The tub was set up in their room, and Sir Thomas got into the tub.
"Shall I wash you, Sir Thomas?"
"More than that, you should join me," Sir Thomas invited. "We can wash each other that way."
Benet grinned and joined the man and they made a game of the soaping and rinsing, each one insisting the other's manhood required diligent scrubbing and both were sporting erections by the time they were done. Benet relished toweling off Sir Thomas' body and then the knight scrubbed the boy's form until it was fully dried and then some. Done, he leaned down and the two shared their first kiss, the kiss of friends, the kiss of two who trust each other fully, the kiss of lovers.
"Do you think I am now safe from the chastithul?" Benet breathed when the kiss was done, though they remained locked in each other's arm, both still nude and freshly clean.
"You should be," Sir Thomas said.
"I was just wondering, if the maidens become safe when they are impaled by a man's rod, then maybe that is the way for a man to be safe from it as well?"
"I know not," Sir Thomas said, but he grinned. "In that case, I am safe but you are at risk."
"That is so."
"Would you believe me if I said that I was as yet unknown in all ways to man or woman?" Sir Thomas asked him.
"I would not, but I would pretend to believe." Benet answered him.
"Then I shall not lie," Sir Thomas said and kissed the boy again and this time his arms encircled the boy's body as a possessive lover than a valiant knight. Benet melted against him and he lifted the boy's body in his arm and carried him to the bed.
He pulled their small supply of grease (made from goose fat, it was high quality) and laved his eight-inch cock and crawled onto the bed where the boy lay waiting and smiling. The warm body enveloped him as he crept atop the boy and their lips locked as his body steered toward the boy's warm young bowels.
His cock found the sphincter and Sir Thomas was surprised but pleased to find the small entrance flexed open for him easily. He slid into it and sighed, "It seems that I am not the first one to take your virginity."
"In this way, there have been a few others," Benet admitted. "You are the first to offer to let me top you, though, in that you have been my redeemer."
"Then let this time be the joyful union that it ought to be, and curse the chastithul and may it starve for lack of virginal boys and girls to devour," Sir Thomas declared.
"Gladly," Benet agreed.
Sir Thomas' body began to move and the man showed the boy how adept and experienced a lover he was. Sir Thomas tried all the ploys he had used on the maidens and Benet was delighted by each movement or twitch of the hips or shift of the angle as much as any woman ever had been, and his reaction to the lusty pulsing rod of the knight was far more genuine as the boy grunted and gasped and writhed.
The youth convulsed in orgasm while Sir Thomas was still steadily pumping his way to the finish, and the man found the boy's delight to be a marvelous stimulation to his own passion, and he sped up his thrusts as the boy sagged in his rapturous conclusion and the man began to feel his ecstasy building inside of him.
"Ah, ahhh, my delightful Benet, the squire of my knighthood and friend of my flesh, I am being carried away by my passion. Pray, if my thrashing pains you, strive to stop me for nothing I can feel is worth your pain."
"You could never hurt me, even if you tried," Benet said devotedly. "I believe that less than I would believe you have never experienced sex before we coupled."
"Like you, I am a virgin at this form of lovemaking."
"Then we are now double-insulated against its ravenous and horrible diet." Benet moaned. "Oh, my joy builds within me again!"
"Mine is already nearing the crest. I fly, oh, oh, I fly on the wings of my ecstasy!" Sir Thomas gushed out, "Take this, my dearest heart, take it as a pledge of my love for you!"
He hammered the boy roughly and the man groaned in a sort of desperation of desire, and the climax took pity on him and granted him the boon and he exploded in orgasm, spraying his seering seed into the boy's soft, warm bowels and the boy felt it and his own heat sent him into a secondary climax that shook the boy as thoroughly as the man who was writhing and gasping atop him.
With a heavy sigh, Sir Thomas slumped onto the boy's soft chest, keeping the bulk of his weight on his elbows, and he kissed again the soft, warm lips. They slept as they were, intertwined and the hard cock still lodged within the boy's anus, and even in the morning when they awakened, Sir Thomas found his cock, stiff with the morning rise in desire a young man experiences, and he gasped and quietly began to resume his motions on the still-sleeping boy.
Benet awoke soon after this started and he smiled and clung to the man and they rode like this, Benet rolling to be on top of Sir Thomas' strong body and bouncing like he was on a galloping horse, and the man groaned and gasped and creamed up into the boy's innards while the boy squirted his mostly-clear liquid onto Sir Thomas' upper stomach and lower ribs.
They realized that the sunrise was past, the sun was well up the morning sky. They dressed in haste and rushed down to find the village in a flurry of preparation for a celebration. They found among the men a peddler who had come to bring his wares of cookware and such to sell. "I thought the village was still guarding against the chastithul." he told the peddler.
"I have come to this village numerous times after such an alert and each time it is the same," the peddler told him. None are dead and the village is in celebration."
"Of what?"
"Of the nuptials that have been decided upon in the caverns where the youths have been sequestered. That many newly nubile boys and girls, there will be several marriages in the days to come, for they have naught to do but discover each other, and I misdoubt many of those are still virginal from the grins on their faces when they return."
Sir Thomas told this to Benet as they rode together out of the village. "So the chastithul is a myth? Benet said.
"Designed to bring two together to love and mate," Sir Thomas agreed.
Benet considered this. "It seems to work well."
"Extremely well," Sir Thomas smiled. "Let us see what the next village holds, what secrets they may keep and the fiends that they struggle against. Mayhaps this next time, we will actually fight something."
They rode along in the comfortable silence of two who know each other to the core.
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