Baron Eadric’s cock was awake before he was, saluting the morning as if it knew that today was a special occasion.
It was the new servant, the young one with the tight curls and the loose smile. The one that Eadric had transferred from castle kitchen skivvy to body-servant attending to his morning shave. The one who seemed to know what the look in Eadric’s eyes meant and who had decided that the smoothness of the morning shave could only be judged with soft butterfly kisses that kindled Eadric’s lust.
Until today had done nothing about that lust except hug it to himself. He was savouring the rare experience of waiting for something that he could just have taken. But today was Selection Day. Today the King’s Herald would test the local talent to discover who had the skill, the
grace, the comeliness of form to serve as one the “King’s Cocksuckers”.
The time for waiting was over.
„Put that razor down and make yourself useful,“ Eadric said, sliding his hands behind his head and waiting to be serviced.
Normally, Eadric would have given instructions on how he should be sucked. The young ones these days valued depth and speed whereas Eadric preferred finesse and control. He was as appreciative of a tight throat as the next man, but first he wanted to be provoked, teased, explored, seduced. He closed his eyes and waited to see if his needs would be understood. Sometimes it took a dagger tip to the cheek or cuff to the ear to get the message across.
A nose at the base of his cock, nudging softly, made Eadric sigh with pleasure. A skilled mouth sucking in first his left, then his right ball, pulling hard enough to be playful but not so hard as to hurt, had Eadric arching his back. When a wide warm tongue methodically glazed his shaft without once touching his glans, his cock quivered with anticipation. When the laving continued until his cock curved towards his belly, it was all Eadric could do to keep his hands behind his head. When the servant’s mouth finally engulfed Eadric’s erection in a single smooth slide to the base of his shaft and stayed there for an almost impossibly long time, Eadric was certain that he was being serviced by one who had been trained in the old ways by a professional.
„The old ways“. The phrase made Eadric smile. He remembered when thirty years earlier, they had been „The new ways“ and he had been the first to try them.
At eighteen he had joined the Horde that King Wolfric summoned tomake war on the Franks. Although he was untested in battle, his noble blood, his immense strength and his skill with a battleaxe had won Eadric a place in the King’s Guard.
The Horde had fallen on the Franks like wolves attacking sheep that had grown soft and fat in the valley fields. When the Horde breached the walls of the great city of Rondel, Eadric had fought at the King’s side.
It was the first time that he had experienced battle lust. His axe was hungry and his cock was hard. He was bathed in the blood of the enemies he had defeated and still he wanted more.
It seemed to Eadric that all of those who sliced their way through the streets of Rondel felt the same hunger.
Perhaps it was that the enemy, grown soft and weak behind the walls they had thought to be impregnable, ran before the Horde like prey. Perhaps it was the disgust and excitement of spilling the guts of those who disgraced themselves by begging for mercy. However it started, the slaughter became a tune that the Horde danced to the whole day long.
By the time night fell, the air stank of blood and lust and victory and nothing breathed in Rondel except the Horde.
Arousal hung over them like a great wave ready crash. Eadric had just enough self-awareness to understand that the Horde was in danger of turning on itself.
King Wolfric, sensing the danger had called the four remaining members of his Guard to him, and lead them to the top of a mound of Frankish dead. From there, all the Horde could see him.
“Brothers,” he shouted. “Do you hear that?”
The Horde fell silent. Eadric could hear nothing but the rapid beating of his heart.
The Horde cheered.
King Wolfric unstrapped his cod-piece and pulled out his engorged manhood.
“This,” he said, pointing to his erection, “Is the pole that salutes our triumph. Show me how triumphant we have been.”
The Horde let out another fierce cheer and moved as one to display the full extent of their triumph. It was one of the most glorious things Eadric had ever seen.
King Wolfric grabbed Eadric and pushed him to his knees on the bloody hill of enemy dead. The Royal erection was so close to his face, Eadric could count the veins in the King’s shaft.
At this, the King had pushed himself into Eadric’s mouth and fucked it with great vigour.
The Horde did fall upon each other that night, but with hungry mouths and rampant cocks rather than axes and blades.
When he was done with Eadric, the King, who’s stamina was prodigious,had shared his blessing with each of the Guard in turn and then bid them celebrate with each other while he regained his strength. Afterwards, he and his Guard passed amongst the Horde, sharing their blessings with many.
All who were there when Wolfric devoured Rondel earned themselves the title of “The King’s Cocksuckers”.
Wolfric kept his Guard with him when he returned home. For a year Eadric served as both Guard and King’s Cocksucker. Then Wolfric released him from his service and granted him lands. That was the start of the King’s annual selection of Cocksuckers to serve him.
Eadric, who had grown rich, and if truth be told, a little fat, in the years that followed still counted King’s Cocksucker as his highest honour.
Recalling Rondel always added steel to Eadric’s erection. He was past the point of subtlety now. He needed to empty his balls. Eadric wrapped some of the servant’s tight curls around his fist and then,
brutally enforced the rapid rhythm he craved. When the throat-deep release finally came Eadric lost himself for several seconds. He was brought back to earth by the servant’s vain struggle breathe.
With a fierce laugh, Eadric released his grip. He felt invigorated. He felt younger than his years. He felt he wanted to do it all again.
“Have you stopped choking yet?” Eadric asked.
“Yes, sir. Thank you sir.”
“Then take off your clothes and I will show you things a man doesn’t learn until the hairs on his balls turn grey.”
The servant had the sense to undress slowly, revealing smooth pale flesh with a shy smile and then waiting patiently for instructions.
Eadric reached out and ran his hand down the servant’s naked belly and was pleased at the shivering response.
“Today is the Selection Day,” Eadric said. “The Herald will be testing for those worthy to be King’s Cocksuckers. Would you like to meet the Herald? You have the training and the talent and you are a good looking boy.”
“With respect, sir,” the tousle-haired servant replied, “I would rather be Baron Eadric’s Cocksucker.”
Finally, Eadric allowed himself to trace a finger and thumb along the boy’s long thin erection. It reared beneath his touch like an eager horse. Eadric grinned.
“Lie beside me, boy and hold the tip of my cock in your mouth. We will see if you can get me hard with gentle suction by the time I milk your seed onto your belly.”
As the boy scrambled and bounced onto the bed, Eadric thanked the gods for sending him to Rondel with the Horde and setting him on a path that had brought him so much joy.
The King’s Cocksuckers
Baron Eadric’s cock was awake before he was, saluting the morning as if it knew that today was a special occasion.
„May I help you with that, my lord?“
It was the new servant, the young one with the tight curls and the loose smile. The one that Eadric had transferred from castle kitchen skivvy to body-servant attending to his morning shave. The one who seemed to know what the look in Eadric’s eyes meant and who had decided that the smoothness of the morning shave could only be judged with soft butterfly kisses that kindled Eadric’s lust.
Until today had done nothing about that lust except hug it to himself. He was savouring the rare experience of waiting for something that he could just have taken. But today was Selection Day. Today the King’s Herald would test the local talent to discover who had the skill, the
grace, the comeliness of form to serve as one the “King’s Cocksuckers”.
The time for waiting was over.
„Put that razor down and make yourself useful,“ Eadric said, sliding his hands behind his head and waiting to be serviced.
Normally, Eadric would have given instructions on how he should be sucked. The young ones these days valued depth and speed whereas Eadric preferred finesse and control. He was as appreciative of a tight throat as the next man, but first he wanted to be provoked, teased, explored, seduced. He closed his eyes and waited to see if his needs would be understood. Sometimes it took a dagger tip to the cheek or cuff to the ear to get the message across.
A nose at the base of his cock, nudging softly, made Eadric sigh with pleasure. A skilled mouth sucking in first his left, then his right ball, pulling hard enough to be playful but not so hard as to hurt, had Eadric arching his back. When a wide warm tongue methodically glazed his shaft without once touching his glans, his cock quivered with anticipation. When the laving continued until his cock curved towards his belly, it was all Eadric could do to keep his hands behind his head. When the servant’s mouth finally engulfed Eadric’s erection in a single smooth slide to the base of his shaft and stayed there for an almost impossibly long time, Eadric was certain that he was being serviced by one who had been trained in the old ways by a professional.
„The old ways“. The phrase made Eadric smile. He remembered when thirty years earlier, they had been „The new ways“ and he had been the first to try them.
At eighteen he had joined the Horde that King Wolfric summoned tomake war on the Franks. Although he was untested in battle, his noble blood, his immense strength and his skill with a battleaxe had won Eadric a place in the King’s Guard.
The Horde had fallen on the Franks like wolves attacking sheep that had grown soft and fat in the valley fields. When the Horde breached the walls of the great city of Rondel, Eadric had fought at the King’s side.
It was the first time that he had experienced battle lust. His axe was hungry and his cock was hard. He was bathed in the blood of the enemies he had defeated and still he wanted more.
It seemed to Eadric that all of those who sliced their way through the streets of Rondel felt the same hunger.
Perhaps it was that the enemy, grown soft and weak behind the walls they had thought to be impregnable, ran before the Horde like prey. Perhaps it was the disgust and excitement of spilling the guts of those who disgraced themselves by begging for mercy. However it started, the slaughter became a tune that the Horde danced to the whole day long.
By the time night fell, the air stank of blood and lust and victory and nothing breathed in Rondel except the Horde.
Arousal hung over them like a great wave ready crash. Eadric had just enough self-awareness to understand that the Horde was in danger of turning on itself.
King Wolfric, sensing the danger had called the four remaining members of his Guard to him, and lead them to the top of a mound of Frankish dead. From there, all the Horde could see him.
“Brothers,” he shouted. “Do you hear that?”
The Horde fell silent. Eadric could hear nothing but the rapid beating of his heart.
“That roaring in your ears, that is the victory cry of life.”
The Horde cheered.
King Wolfric unstrapped his cod-piece and pulled out his engorged manhood.
“This,” he said, pointing to his erection, “Is the pole that salutes our triumph. Show me how triumphant we have been.”
The Horde let out another fierce cheer and moved as one to display the full extent of their triumph. It was one of the most glorious things Eadric had ever seen.
King Wolfric grabbed Eadric and pushed him to his knees on the bloody hill of enemy dead. The Royal erection was so close to his face, Eadric could count the veins in the King’s shaft.
“Brothers, let me lead you in celebrating our victory.”
At this, the King had pushed himself into Eadric’s mouth and fucked it with great vigour.
The Horde did fall upon each other that night, but with hungry mouths and rampant cocks rather than axes and blades.
When he was done with Eadric, the King, who’s stamina was prodigious,had shared his blessing with each of the Guard in turn and then bid them celebrate with each other while he regained his strength. Afterwards, he and his Guard passed amongst the Horde, sharing their blessings with many.
All who were there when Wolfric devoured Rondel earned themselves the title of “The King’s Cocksuckers”.
Wolfric kept his Guard with him when he returned home. For a year Eadric served as both Guard and King’s Cocksucker. Then Wolfric released him from his service and granted him lands. That was the start of the King’s annual selection of Cocksuckers to serve him.
Eadric, who had grown rich, and if truth be told, a little fat, in the years that followed still counted King’s Cocksucker as his highest honour.
Recalling Rondel always added steel to Eadric’s erection. He was past the point of subtlety now. He needed to empty his balls. Eadric wrapped some of the servant’s tight curls around his fist and then,
brutally enforced the rapid rhythm he craved. When the throat-deep release finally came Eadric lost himself for several seconds. He was brought back to earth by the servant’s vain struggle breathe.
With a fierce laugh, Eadric released his grip. He felt invigorated. He felt younger than his years. He felt he wanted to do it all again.
“Have you stopped choking yet?” Eadric asked.
“Yes, sir. Thank you sir.”
“Then take off your clothes and I will show you things a man doesn’t learn until the hairs on his balls turn grey.”
The servant had the sense to undress slowly, revealing smooth pale flesh with a shy smile and then waiting patiently for instructions.
Eadric reached out and ran his hand down the servant’s naked belly and was pleased at the shivering response.
“Today is the Selection Day,” Eadric said. “The Herald will be testing for those worthy to be King’s Cocksuckers. Would you like to meet the Herald? You have the training and the talent and you are a good looking boy.”
“With respect, sir,” the tousle-haired servant replied, “I would rather be Baron Eadric’s Cocksucker.”
“Excellent answer, boy.”
Finally, Eadric allowed himself to trace a finger and thumb along the boy’s long thin erection. It reared beneath his touch like an eager horse. Eadric grinned.
“Lie beside me, boy and hold the tip of my cock in your mouth. We will see if you can get me hard with gentle suction by the time I milk your seed onto your belly.”
As the boy scrambled and bounced onto the bed, Eadric thanked the gods for sending him to Rondel with the Horde and setting him on a path that had brought him so much joy.
The King’s Cocksuckers
Baron Eadric’s cock was awake before he was, saluting the morning as if it knew that today was a special occasion.
„May I help you with that, my lord?“
It was the new servant, the young one with the tight curls and the loose smile. The one that Eadric had transferred from castle kitchen skivvy to body-servant attending to his morning shave. The one who seemed to know what the look in Eadric’s eyes meant and who had decided that the smoothness of the morning shave could only be judged with soft butterfly kisses that kindled Eadric’s lust.
Until today had done nothing about that lust except hug it to himself. He was savouring the rare experience of waiting for something that he could just have taken. But today was Selection Day. Today the King’s Herald would test the local talent to discover who had the skill, the
grace, the comeliness of form to serve as one the “King’s Cocksuckers”.
The time for waiting was over.
„Put that razor down and make yourself useful,“ Eadric said, sliding his hands behind his head and waiting to be serviced.
Normally, Eadric would have given instructions on how he should be sucked. The young ones these days valued depth and speed whereas Eadric preferred finesse and control. He was as appreciative of a tight throat as the next man, but first he wanted to be provoked, teased, explored, seduced. He closed his eyes and waited to see if his needs would be understood. Sometimes it took a dagger tip to the cheek or cuff to the ear to get the message across.
A nose at the base of his cock, nudging softly, made Eadric sigh with pleasure. A skilled mouth sucking in first his left, then his right ball, pulling hard enough to be playful but not so hard as to hurt, had Eadric arching his back. When a wide warm tongue methodically glazed his shaft without once touching his glans, his cock quivered with anticipation. When the laving continued until his cock curved towards his belly, it was all Eadric could do to keep his hands behind his head. When the servant’s mouth finally engulfed Eadric’s erection in a single smooth slide to the base of his shaft and stayed there for an almost impossibly long time, Eadric was certain that he was being serviced by one who had been trained in the old ways by a professional.
„The old ways“. The phrase made Eadric smile. He remembered when thirty years earlier, they had been „The new ways“ and he had been the first to try them.
At eighteen he had joined the Horde that King Wolfric summoned tomake war on the Franks. Although he was untested in battle, his noble blood, his immense strength and his skill with a battleaxe had won Eadric a place in the King’s Guard.
The Horde had fallen on the Franks like wolves attacking sheep that had grown soft and fat in the valley fields. When the Horde breached the walls of the great city of Rondel, Eadric had fought at the King’s side.
It was the first time that he had experienced battle lust. His axe was hungry and his cock was hard. He was bathed in the blood of the enemies he had defeated and still he wanted more.
It seemed to Eadric that all of those who sliced their way through the streets of Rondel felt the same hunger.
Perhaps it was that the enemy, grown soft and weak behind the walls they had thought to be impregnable, ran before the Horde like prey. Perhaps it was the disgust and excitement of spilling the guts of those who disgraced themselves by begging for mercy. However it started, the slaughter became a tune that the Horde danced to the whole day long.
By the time night fell, the air stank of blood and lust and victory and nothing breathed in Rondel except the Horde.
Arousal hung over them like a great wave ready crash. Eadric had just enough self-awareness to understand that the Horde was in danger of turning on itself.
King Wolfric, sensing the danger had called the four remaining members of his Guard to him, and lead them to the top of a mound of Frankish dead. From there, all the Horde could see him.
“Brothers,” he shouted. “Do you hear that?”
The Horde fell silent. Eadric could hear nothing but the rapid beating of his heart.
“That roaring in your ears, that is the victory cry of life.”
The Horde cheered.
King Wolfric unstrapped his cod-piece and pulled out his engorged manhood.
“This,” he said, pointing to his erection, “Is the pole that salutes our triumph. Show me how triumphant we have been.”
The Horde let out another fierce cheer and moved as one to display the full extent of their triumph. It was one of the most glorious things Eadric had ever seen.
King Wolfric grabbed Eadric and pushed him to his knees on the bloody hill of enemy dead. The Royal erection was so close to his face, Eadric could count the veins in the King’s shaft.
“Brothers, let me lead you in celebrating our victory.”
At this, the King had pushed himself into Eadric’s mouth and fucked it with great vigour.
The Horde did fall upon each other that night, but with hungry mouths and rampant cocks rather than axes and blades.
When he was done with Eadric, the King, who’s stamina was prodigious,had shared his blessing with each of the Guard in turn and then bid them celebrate with each other while he regained his strength. Afterwards, he and his Guard passed amongst the Horde, sharing their blessings with many.
All who were there when Wolfric devoured Rondel earned themselves the title of “The King’s Cocksuckers”.
Wolfric kept his Guard with him when he returned home. For a year Eadric served as both Guard and King’s Cocksucker. Then Wolfric released him from his service and granted him lands. That was the start of the King’s annual selection of Cocksuckers to serve him.
Eadric, who had grown rich, and if truth be told, a little fat, in the years that followed still counted King’s Cocksucker as his highest honour.
Recalling Rondel always added steel to Eadric’s erection. He was past the point of subtlety now. He needed to empty his balls. Eadric wrapped some of the servant’s tight curls around his fist and then,
brutally enforced the rapid rhythm he craved. When the throat-deep release finally came Eadric lost himself for several seconds. He was brought back to earth by the servant’s vain struggle breathe.
With a fierce laugh, Eadric released his grip. He felt invigorated. He felt younger than his years. He felt he wanted to do it all again.
“Have you stopped choking yet?” Eadric asked.
“Yes, sir. Thank you sir.”
“Then take off your clothes and I will show you things a man doesn’t learn until the hairs on his balls turn grey.”
The servant had the sense to undress slowly, revealing smooth pale flesh with a shy smile and then waiting patiently for instructions.
Eadric reached out and ran his hand down the servant’s naked belly and was pleased at the shivering response.
“Today is the Selection Day,” Eadric said. “The Herald will be testing for those worthy to be King’s Cocksuckers. Would you like to meet the Herald? You have the training and the talent and you are a good looking boy.”
“With respect, sir,” the tousle-haired servant replied, “I would rather be Baron Eadric’s Cocksucker.”
“Excellent answer, boy.”
Finally, Eadric allowed himself to trace a finger and thumb along the boy’s long thin erection. It reared beneath his touch like an eager horse. Eadric grinned.
“Lie beside me, boy and hold the tip of my cock in your mouth. We will see if you can get me hard with gentle suction by the time I milk your seed onto your belly.”
As the boy scrambled and bounced onto the bed, Eadric thanked the gods for sending him to Rondel with the Horde and setting him on a path that had brought him so much joy.
The King’s Cocksuckers
Baron Eadric’s cock was awake before he was, saluting the morning as if it knew that today was a special occasion.
„May I help you with that, my lord?“
It was the new servant, the young one with the tight curls and the loose smile. The one that Eadric had transferred from castle kitchen skivvy to body-servant attending to his morning shave. The one who seemed to know what the look in Eadric’s eyes meant and who had decided that the smoothness of the morning shave could only be judged with soft butterfly kisses that kindled Eadric’s lust.
Until today had done nothing about that lust except hug it to himself. He was savouring the rare experience of waiting for something that he could just have taken. But today was Selection Day. Today the King’s Herald would test the local talent to discover who had the skill, the
grace, the comeliness of form to serve as one the “King’s Cocksuckers”.
The time for waiting was over.
„Put that razor down and make yourself useful,“ Eadric said, sliding his hands behind his head and waiting to be serviced.
Normally, Eadric would have given instructions on how he should be sucked. The young ones these days valued depth and speed whereas Eadric preferred finesse and control. He was as appreciative of a tight throat as the next man, but first he wanted to be provoked, teased, explored, seduced. He closed his eyes and waited to see if his needs would be understood. Sometimes it took a dagger tip to the cheek or cuff to the ear to get the message across.
A nose at the base of his cock, nudging softly, made Eadric sigh with pleasure. A skilled mouth sucking in first his left, then his right ball, pulling hard enough to be playful but not so hard as to hurt, had Eadric arching his back. When a wide warm tongue methodically glazed his shaft without once touching his glans, his cock quivered with anticipation. When the laving continued until his cock curved towards his belly, it was all Eadric could do to keep his hands behind his head. When the servant’s mouth finally engulfed Eadric’s erection in a single smooth slide to the base of his shaft and stayed there for an almost impossibly long time, Eadric was certain that he was being serviced by one who had been trained in the old ways by a professional.
„The old ways“. The phrase made Eadric smile. He remembered when thirty years earlier, they had been „The new ways“ and he had been the first to try them.
At eighteen he had joined the Horde that King Wolfric summoned tomake war on the Franks. Although he was untested in battle, his noble blood, his immense strength and his skill with a battleaxe had won Eadric a place in the King’s Guard.
The Horde had fallen on the Franks like wolves attacking sheep that had grown soft and fat in the valley fields. When the Horde breached the walls of the great city of Rondel, Eadric had fought at the King’s side.
It was the first time that he had experienced battle lust. His axe was hungry and his cock was hard. He was bathed in the blood of the enemies he had defeated and still he wanted more.
It seemed to Eadric that all of those who sliced their way through the streets of Rondel felt the same hunger.
Perhaps it was that the enemy, grown soft and weak behind the walls they had thought to be impregnable, ran before the Horde like prey. Perhaps it was the disgust and excitement of spilling the guts of those who disgraced themselves by begging for mercy. However it started, the slaughter became a tune that the Horde danced to the whole day long.
By the time night fell, the air stank of blood and lust and victory and nothing breathed in Rondel except the Horde.
Arousal hung over them like a great wave ready crash. Eadric had just enough self-awareness to understand that the Horde was in danger of turning on itself.
King Wolfric, sensing the danger had called the four remaining members of his Guard to him, and lead them to the top of a mound of Frankish dead. From there, all the Horde could see him.
“Brothers,” he shouted. “Do you hear that?”
The Horde fell silent. Eadric could hear nothing but the rapid beating of his heart.
“That roaring in your ears, that is the victory cry of life.”
The Horde cheered.
King Wolfric unstrapped his cod-piece and pulled out his engorged manhood.
“This,” he said, pointing to his erection, “Is the pole that salutes our triumph. Show me how triumphant we have been.”
The Horde let out another fierce cheer and moved as one to display the full extent of their triumph. It was one of the most glorious things Eadric had ever seen.
King Wolfric grabbed Eadric and pushed him to his knees on the bloody hill of enemy dead. The Royal erection was so close to his face, Eadric could count the veins in the King’s shaft.
“Brothers, let me lead you in celebrating our victory.”
At this, the King had pushed himself into Eadric’s mouth and fucked it with great vigour.
The Horde did fall upon each other that night, but with hungry mouths and rampant cocks rather than axes and blades.
When he was done with Eadric, the King, who’s stamina was prodigious,had shared his blessing with each of the Guard in turn and then bid them celebrate with each other while he regained his strength. Afterwards, he and his Guard passed amongst the Horde, sharing their blessings with many.
All who were there when Wolfric devoured Rondel earned themselves the title of “The King’s Cocksuckers”.
Wolfric kept his Guard with him when he returned home. For a year Eadric served as both Guard and King’s Cocksucker. Then Wolfric released him from his service and granted him lands. That was the start of the King’s annual selection of Cocksuckers to serve him.
Eadric, who had grown rich, and if truth be told, a little fat, in the years that followed still counted King’s Cocksucker as his highest honour.
Recalling Rondel always added steel to Eadric’s erection. He was past the point of subtlety now. He needed to empty his balls. Eadric wrapped some of the servant’s tight curls around his fist and then,
brutally enforced the rapid rhythm he craved. When the throat-deep release finally came Eadric lost himself for several seconds. He was brought back to earth by the servant’s vain struggle breathe.
With a fierce laugh, Eadric released his grip. He felt invigorated. He felt younger than his years. He felt he wanted to do it all again.
“Have you stopped choking yet?” Eadric asked.
“Yes, sir. Thank you sir.”
“Then take off your clothes and I will show you things a man doesn’t learn until the hairs on his balls turn grey.”
The servant had the sense to undress slowly, revealing smooth pale flesh with a shy smile and then waiting patiently for instructions.
Eadric reached out and ran his hand down the servant’s naked belly and was pleased at the shivering response.
“Today is the Selection Day,” Eadric said. “The Herald will be testing for those worthy to be King’s Cocksuckers. Would you like to meet the Herald? You have the training and the talent and you are a good looking boy.”
“With respect, sir,” the tousle-haired servant replied, “I would rather be Baron Eadric’s Cocksucker.”
“Excellent answer, boy.”
Finally, Eadric allowed himself to trace a finger and thumb along the boy’s long thin erection. It reared beneath his touch like an eager horse. Eadric grinned.
“Lie beside me, boy and hold the tip of my cock in your mouth. We will see if you can get me hard with gentle suction by the time I milk your seed onto your belly.”
As the boy scrambled and bounced onto the bed, Eadric thanked the gods for sending him to Rondel with the Horde and setting him on a path that had brought him so much joy.
The King’s Cocksuckers
Baron Eadric’s cock was awake before he was, saluting the morning as if it knew that today was a special occasion.
„May I help you with that, my lord?“
It was the new servant, the young one with the tight curls and the loose smile. The one that Eadric had transferred from castle kitchen skivvy to body-servant attending to his morning shave. The one who seemed to know what the look in Eadric’s eyes meant and who had decided that the smoothness of the morning shave could only be judged with soft butterfly kisses that kindled Eadric’s lust.
Until today had done nothing about that lust except hug it to himself. He was savouring the rare experience of waiting for something that he could just have taken. But today was Selection Day. Today the King’s Herald would test the local talent to discover who had the skill, the
grace, the comeliness of form to serve as one the “King’s Cocksuckers”.
The time for waiting was over.
„Put that razor down and make yourself useful,“ Eadric said, sliding his hands behind his head and waiting to be serviced.
Normally, Eadric would have given instructions on how he should be sucked. The young ones these days valued depth and speed whereas Eadric preferred finesse and control. He was as appreciative of a tight throat as the next man, but first he wanted to be provoked, teased, explored, seduced. He closed his eyes and waited to see if his needs would be understood. Sometimes it took a dagger tip to the cheek or cuff to the ear to get the message across.
A nose at the base of his cock, nudging softly, made Eadric sigh with pleasure. A skilled mouth sucking in first his left, then his right ball, pulling hard enough to be playful but not so hard as to hurt, had Eadric arching his back. When a wide warm tongue methodically glazed his shaft without once touching his glans, his cock quivered with anticipation. When the laving continued until his cock curved towards his belly, it was all Eadric could do to keep his hands behind his head. When the servant’s mouth finally engulfed Eadric’s erection in a single smooth slide to the base of his shaft and stayed there for an almost impossibly long time, Eadric was certain that he was being serviced by one who had been trained in the old ways by a professional.
„The old ways“. The phrase made Eadric smile. He remembered when thirty years earlier, they had been „The new ways“ and he had been the first to try them.
At eighteen he had joined the Horde that King Wolfric summoned tomake war on the Franks. Although he was untested in battle, his noble blood, his immense strength and his skill with a battleaxe had won Eadric a place in the King’s Guard.
The Horde had fallen on the Franks like wolves attacking sheep that had grown soft and fat in the valley fields. When the Horde breached the walls of the great city of Rondel, Eadric had fought at the King’s side.
It was the first time that he had experienced battle lust. His axe was hungry and his cock was hard. He was bathed in the blood of the enemies he had defeated and still he wanted more.
It seemed to Eadric that all of those who sliced their way through the streets of Rondel felt the same hunger.
Perhaps it was that the enemy, grown soft and weak behind the walls they had thought to be impregnable, ran before the Horde like prey. Perhaps it was the disgust and excitement of spilling the guts of those who disgraced themselves by begging for mercy. However it started, the slaughter became a tune that the Horde danced to the whole day long.
By the time night fell, the air stank of blood and lust and victory and nothing breathed in Rondel except the Horde.
Arousal hung over them like a great wave ready crash. Eadric had just enough self-awareness to understand that the Horde was in danger of turning on itself.
King Wolfric, sensing the danger had called the four remaining members of his Guard to him, and lead them to the top of a mound of Frankish dead. From there, all the Horde could see him.
“Brothers,” he shouted. “Do you hear that?”
The Horde fell silent. Eadric could hear nothing but the rapid beating of his heart.
“That roaring in your ears, that is the victory cry of life.”
The Horde cheered.
King Wolfric unstrapped his cod-piece and pulled out his engorged manhood.
“This,” he said, pointing to his erection, “Is the pole that salutes our triumph. Show me how triumphant we have been.”
The Horde let out another fierce cheer and moved as one to display the full extent of their triumph. It was one of the most glorious things Eadric had ever seen.
King Wolfric grabbed Eadric and pushed him to his knees on the bloody hill of enemy dead. The Royal erection was so close to his face, Eadric could count the veins in the King’s shaft.
“Brothers, let me lead you in celebrating our victory.”
At this, the King had pushed himself into Eadric’s mouth and fucked it with great vigour.
The Horde did fall upon each other that night, but with hungry mouths and rampant cocks rather than axes and blades.
When he was done with Eadric, the King, who’s stamina was prodigious,had shared his blessing with each of the Guard in turn and then bid them celebrate with each other while he regained his strength. Afterwards, he and his Guard passed amongst the Horde, sharing their blessings with many.
All who were there when Wolfric devoured Rondel earned themselves the title of “The King’s Cocksuckers”.
Wolfric kept his Guard with him when he returned home. For a year Eadric served as both Guard and King’s Cocksucker. Then Wolfric released him from his service and granted him lands. That was the start of the King’s annual selection of Cocksuckers to serve him.
Eadric, who had grown rich, and if truth be told, a little fat, in the years that followed still counted King’s Cocksucker as his highest honour.
Recalling Rondel always added steel to Eadric’s erection. He was past the point of subtlety now. He needed to empty his balls. Eadric wrapped some of the servant’s tight curls around his fist and then,
brutally enforced the rapid rhythm he craved. When the throat-deep release finally came Eadric lost himself for several seconds. He was brought back to earth by the servant’s vain struggle breathe.
With a fierce laugh, Eadric released his grip. He felt invigorated. He felt younger than his years. He felt he wanted to do it all again.
“Have you stopped choking yet?” Eadric asked.
“Yes, sir. Thank you sir.”
“Then take off your clothes and I will show you things a man doesn’t learn until the hairs on his balls turn grey.”
The servant had the sense to undress slowly, revealing smooth pale flesh with a shy smile and then waiting patiently for instructions.
Eadric reached out and ran his hand down the servant’s naked belly and was pleased at the shivering response.
“Today is the Selection Day,” Eadric said. “The Herald will be testing for those worthy to be King’s Cocksuckers. Would you like to meet the Herald? You have the training and the talent and you are a good looking boy.”
“With respect, sir,” the tousle-haired servant replied, “I would rather be Baron Eadric’s Cocksucker.”
“Excellent answer, boy.”
Finally, Eadric allowed himself to trace a finger and thumb along the boy’s long thin erection. It reared beneath his touch like an eager horse. Eadric grinned.
“Lie beside me, boy and hold the tip of my cock in your mouth. We will see if you can get me hard with gentle suction by the time I milk your seed onto your belly.”
As the boy scrambled and bounced onto the bed, Eadric thanked the gods for sending him to Rondel with the Horde and setting him on a path that had brought him so much joy.
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