Hi, folks! Here's another bit of my imagination. It's a story about a member of the nobility and two minor boys, back in the outgoing 16th century. And yes, there are sex-scenes in it. Hope you don't mind! ;-) If you don't like stories of this content, just go read something else! There are so much stories here, you will surely find one, more of your taste! If the reading of stories, with this content is against the law, where you live, give it a run! (grin) And if you are not of legal age: I hope you learn someth....NO, eeehm....I mean get out here at once! (wink) My native language is German! One of the most complex languages existing, so I heard! So please don't remind me of the errors in the text, for it's hard enough for me to translate my thoughts to English. I know I'm not perfect, but who is?
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Greetings aR Jey
Gay/Male Adult/Youth Section (m/b/b)
Enchanted!
By aR Jey
Graf (Count)Gunter von Hartfeld stood on a hill overlooking his piece of land! It would have been perfect, but fate struck him hard the last few years. His peons loved him, because he was a caring and gentle sire to them. He had an adorable wife, who was pregnant with his baby. But she and the baby-boy died in the child-bed! Everyone told him, it was god's will! To hell with god, if it's that way! He knew he will go to hell himself, with this blasphemous thoughts, but it didn't matter to him! The last two years, since she died, were so painfull, that hell couldn't scare him anymore. He felt so empty and tired in his soul. Something of himself died back then.
Graf Gunter sighed and mounted his horse, to ride back to his castle. After a ride of about 30 minutes he reached the front of his manor, that seamt so empty, despite the great number of domestics, caring for him. He felt so lonely, although there were so many people around him.
"Sire?" His deep thoughts were shattered in an instant, by this meek, soft voice. He looked down and saw two boys, standing at the path to his castle. They looked terribly under-nourished and dirty and their clothes were mere rags. The older one seemed to be around 10 or 11 years, the younger maybe around 5 or 6. "Yeah? What is it?" he grumbled down at them. The older one looked up to him with weak and pleading eyes. "Sire, I'm sorry to disturb you! Me and my brother are orphans, since our parents passed away, last winter. You aren't possibly in need of some help? We two are dilligent workers and will work hard for just a little to eat!" He thought about sending them away, but as he looked down at them, he noticed the sad expression in their eyes. The little one seemed so weak, that he nearly couldn't stand. He dismounted his horse, stepped up to them and kneeled down before them. "So, what do you think, you could do for me?" he said, now in a much softer tone. "We...we...our parents were farmers not far from here! We could help in the stables, or in the kitchen! We would do anything, sire! Please, sire! Don't send us away!"
Graf Gunter was nearly mesmerized, by the big blue-grey eyes eyes of the boy. They seemed to touch something in his heart. "What are your names, boy?" "I... i...my name is Martin and this here is my brother Richard, sire." A flicker of hope could be seen in his eyes. "When did you eat something, last time Martin?" "I...i think we last ate something three days ago, sire." Gunter tried to clear his thoughts. "Ok, Martin! I'm sure, we will find some work for you two to do. But first, you would have to take a bath and then you have to eat something. It wouldn't help, if you break down from hunger, isn't it?" The eyes of the boy lit up. "You...you would...you would, really? Thank you, thank you so much, sire! We will work really hard. You won't be disappointed! I promise!" he blabbered. Something happened to Graf Gunter, that didn't happen to him for the last two years: He had to smile! He couldn't help it! This boy was so cute, in his innocence. "Did you ever ride a horse before?" "N..no, sire! Our parents just maintained a little wheat-field and...and we had a cow!" Without another word he grabbed Martin by the waist and put him on the horse, then he grabbed little Richard and positioned him behind his brother. "Hold fast!" he said and then he guided the horse up to his castle.
His main-servant came up to him, as he reached it. "Sire?" "Wilhelm! These two men are in bad need of a bath and some new clothes! And tell Marie, she should prepare a meal for us three!" Wilhelm looked a little puzzled, as he saw the two `men´ , but he was used to obey at once. And he was really happy, to see his sire, smiling again. He helped the two boys down and said to them: "So, come on, little gentlemen! Let's get you nice and clean, so that we could see what's under all this dirt! Who knows? Maybe you are just two little kobolds, playing jokes on us!" He had to smirk, as he saw the shocked expression in their faces. "Oh, come on! Just mocking you!" he said to them, smiling warmly, holding out his hands. The two boys grabbed it and Wilhelm led them over to the domestic-wing. It took him over a hour to get the two boys clean. They found some clothes from page-boys around their age and eventually the two boys stood before him. They looked nearly respectable now, were there not the clear signs of under-nourishment. Little Richard was perhaps 90cm(3ft) and weighed maybe 25kg(55lbs). His older brother was around 130cm(4'4"), with aproximately 35kg(78lbs). Both were blond-haired, as common in the area. Richard's eyes were sky-blue, Martin's were grey-blue. The two boys looked at him, terribly unsure.
"Don't be afraid, little ones! Our sire is a good, warm-hearted man! Just take care what you say to him, for he has lost his wife and son not long ago! Try to avoid, telling him about family-life. I think it would hurt him too much! Do you understand?" "Yes, sire!" Martin said. "Oh, boy! I am no sire! I am just a servant! You can call me Wilhelm!" "Thank you, ss...Wilhelm!" "So, let's go and show you to Graf Gunter! Just remember to behave yourself!" "Sss..Wilhelm! I...I don't know! How should we behave? You know....we...we were simple farmers and...we don't know, what we should do!" Martin said shy. Wilhelm looked at him and noticed for the first time, what a nice boy Martin was. "I'm sure you will do right, Martin! Just be yourself and remember to respect the status of Sir Gunter! Never ever question anything he says! You have to do all, what your sire says, understand?" "Yes,Wilhelm! Will ...will you be by our side to advice us?" "No, I don't think so! But don't be afraid! Sir Gunter is a warmhearted man! If you do anything wrong, he won't tear your heads off! Just be natural! What about your little brother? Couldn't he speak? He hasn't said a single word since you are here!" "No! He... he didn't say anything, since our mommy died! I don't know what I can do to help him, but he's my brother and I couldn't leave him behind!" Wilhelm looked in Richard's face and saw the blank expression in the little boy's eyes. This kid must be terrible sad about their parients death, but his little mind blocked anything out, that could possibly hurt him. The man knew all to well, how the two boys felt, for he was not much older than Richard, as he lost his parents. Maybe the boys and his sire could help each other, to overcome the pain they felt.
Wilhelm led the boys through seemingly endless hallways, until they came to a big double-door. "Be brave and try to enjoy it!" he said and ushered them in.The boys stood there wide-eyed. The room was certainly bigger than their tiny hut and the furniture and tapestries looked very expensive and they didn't dare to move, in fear to destroy something. Graf Gunter looked at the two excited boys, which stood there like sculptures. "Do you want to stand there forever? Come on over here!" he said smiling. Martin and Richard stumbled across the room, until they stood beside Graf Gunter at the table. "Sit down, you two. You are my guests today!" Quiet nervous the boys did so and Gunter saw that Richard was so small, that he couldn't look over the edge of the table. "Richard? Do you want to sit on my lap, so that you could reach the table?" he asked him. The boy looked at him suspiciously, but as he saw the gentle smile of his sire, he nodded his head, came over and sat on his lap. Graf Gunter used a small bell and the doors opened. Some servants came in and placed the meal on the table. The boys were dumbfounded, for that was sure more food, than they had the last 2 months. "Is this just for us three?" Martin asked him, with wide eyes. His belly showed his approval, with an angry growl. Graf Gunter laughed heartyly. "Yes, it is Martin! Normally I don't eat that much, but as you told me you don't ate for three days, I thought it would be good to order some more!" Martin didn't know what to say. He was so hungry and urged to start eating, but he didn't dare to do it first. "Martin, when you are the guest, you are the one to start the meal! So, do it! Take what you want!" Martin looked at him unsure, but his little brother relaxed the situation, as he simply took a chicken-leg and began to gnaw on it. Martin and Gunter both had to laugh and started their meal too. After an hour, they all were quiet satiated. "How about some dessert?" Gunter asked. "Thank you, sire! But I think, if I eat just a little more, I will surely explode!" Gunter laughed. "You are right! I can't remember, when I last ate this much! I think it was the day, my wife told me...!" he stopped and his face got a sad expression. "Wh...what happened to your wife?" Martin asked carefully. "She...she died on child-birth, together with my little son!" Gunter said and some tears started to run down his cheeks. Richard saw that, reached up with his small hand and started to stroke his face soothingly. Gunter looked down at the little tyke and noticed the sad expression in the boy's eyes. These two were in the same situation as he. They understand how he felt. Suddenly he felt nearer to them, than to any other person in his life. And he felt something more, as he looked at the boys. A warm feeling, he almost forgot and never thought to feel again. He started to feel love for them!
He let the servants prepare the room, that was made for his child and lay next to his. He led them to it and saw that the boys were really impressed, as they saw it. "You can sleep here! I hope you will feel comfortable here!" Martin looked at him slightly confused. "That's surely no room for a servant, sire! It's much too good for us!" "Don't say that! You two are nice boys and deserve to be treated well, after all you went through!" "But...but why do you do this for us? Is it because of your wife?" "Maybe, a little! But mainly I just think you two need help and I can give it to you! Please accept this!" "Thank you, sire! We are really gratefull, but we could never pay you back for all this!" "I don't want you to pay for this! Just know that this is very important for me!" "Thank you, sire! I don't know what say! Thank you so much! I think you saved our lives and I want you to know that we would do anything for you, from now on! I think you would have been a great daddy and wished it would be possible that you've been our father!"
Gunter left the room and instantly started to cry. He was confused about his feelings. First he thought, it were only fatherly feelings, he had for the boys, but now he realized, it was more than that. He was sure he and the boys belonged to each other. Was it possible, that these boys, close the gap in his heart? It wouldn't be the first time, that a noble takes care of boys from the common-folk. He heard of boys that were specially trained to care for their sires sexual needs. But this here was different! He wants this boys to be his mates, not his love-slaves. He went to the balcony and looked down at the garden. Martha loved this garden. She spent hours and hours, between the nice flowers and bushes. That's the reason, he buried her their and not in the family-tomb. Their son was laid into her arms, so that she could protect him on the other side. He stood up again and walked down to it. Soon he stood before her grave, that was surrounded by myriads of roses. He kneeled down before it. "Martha, what shall I do? If it's wrong, what I feel, give me a sign! These two boys need my help and I want to take care of them!" Suddenly he had the slight feeling, that the scent of the roses intensified even more. He felt a soft breeze, that hushed over his cheeks. It felt as if someone stroked him soothingly. A warm feeling came over him and he knew Martha agreed with him. That was the sign he asked for!
He stood up and blew a kiss in the direction of the grave. "Thank you, Martha! Thank you, that you were part of my life!" he whispered. Then he went back into the house. Wilhelm suddenly stood before him. "Sire? Are you in need of something?" Wilhelm saw the tear-stains on the cheeks of his master and was slightly worried. "Is everything all right, sire? Did you enjoy the evening?" he asked carefully. He felt overjoyed, as he saw the warm smile, that suddenly coiled around Graf Gunter's lips. "Yes, Wilhelm! Everything is alright now. These two boys seem to use some kind of magic, that blew away my pain! Now my only hope is, I can return the favor to them. You are responsible that all their needs are fulfilled from now on! I want every servant to treat them, like they were my sons, from now on! But for today, that's all, Wilhelm! You can go to bed now!" "Thank you, sire! Sleep well, sire!" Wilhelm said, turned around left the room. "You too, my trusty friend! You too!" Gunter whispered. Then he went to his room and undressed for bed. He put on his night-gown and climbed into the bed. Soon he fell asleep.
He was awakened by a knock on his door. He looked at the window and saw that is was still night. The full-moon could clearly be seen, through it. Again he heard a knock on the door. "Come in!" he said. The door opened and Martin and Richard entered the room. He could clearly see them, in the soft light from the moon. This way he instantly noticed, that the boys were stark naked! <It's okay, Gunter! Most commoners sleep naked! They are certainly used to it!> he thought. He looked at the two cuties, which now carefully approached his bed. Their rib-cages could clearly be seen, through their chests. His gaze instinctively went deeper on their bodies, until it reached their privates. Martin's flaccid, uncut cock was around 7,5cm(3") and lay on low hanging balls around the size of peach-stones. Richard's sweet little pecker wasn't much more than 5cm(2"). His balls were tightly wrapped by his scrotum. He was uncut too. He again looked at their faces. "What's up, little guys?" he asked softly. "We can't sleep, sire! It's all so new for us! Would you mind if we sleep in your bed tonight?" Martin asked him. "No, I don't mind at all! Come on, jump in!" he said smiling. The faces of the boys lit up and they crawled beside him. "I hope you don't mind, that we sleep naked, sire!" Martin whispered to him. "No, Martin! I know many people, who do so! It's ok for me!" The boys snuggled against him from both sides and covered them with the blankets. He felt the warmth of their bodies and soon fell asleep again.
He awoke again later in the night, by some familiar feelings! Someone sucked his cock. He looked down and saw that Martin had pushed his night-gown up to his chest. The boy had a good 2" of his cock in his mouth and sucked on it eagerly! "What's going on here?" he yelled and Martin crawled away with a shocked expression on his face! "What did you do, boy?" "I sucked your rod, to thank you for your help! J...just....like I...did with the monks!" the boy said frightened. "What are you talking about?" "A week ago, we were at a monastery, to beg for something to eat for me and Richard! The monks said that we could get something, if we pleasure them sexually!" "Both of you? You mean Richard, too?" "I begged them, to spare him and they said it's possible, if I do something special!" "What?" "F..first I had to suck them all and...then..." "Yeah???" "The...the abbot stuck his rod into me!" "Into you? What do you mean?" "Back, in there!" Martin said and pointed at his butt. "He stuck his cock into your butt?" "Yes, sire! It hurt first, but after the pain went away, it felt really good! I just thought, you would like to do that to me, too!" He saw that Richard was awake too now. "How can you think that? I would never do anything, to hurt you two!" "So...you mean...do you love us, then?" Martin muttered. "Sure, I love you, Martin!" Martin smiled at him warmly. "Wh...what if I say, that I liked the feelings I got from the things the monks did? W...would you do it to me then?" the boy asked him, still smiling tenderly. "But...but you are too young for such things!" "I'm 12 already! And Richard is 7! We were old enough to survive on our own! Why shouldn't we be old enough to enjoy this?"
Gunter felt the arousal building up in him. He looked into Martin's eyes and saw the passion in them. He really wanted that! "Your rod looks nice! Can I touch it again, please?" he asked with a shaking voice. "Ok, do it then!" Gunter said and laid back on the bed, after removing his gown. Richard observed them curious, as Martin again took the big cock of their new patron in his mouth. Then the little tyke crawled nearer and started to jerk off his brother. Martin coated the big cock with his spit, while his left hand fingered his butt. "Sire? Yesterday you asked me, if I ever rode! I said no, but it was kind of a white lie! Would you allow me to ride you?" Gunter nodded and saw that Martin positioned himself over him. He grabbed the big prick and led it to his butthole. Then he sat down on it, without hesitation. Gunter looked at Martin's face to see any sign of discomfort, but all he could see was pure pleasure! Martin now started to hump up and down on his cock, while Richard sucked on his cock. Gunter grabbed the little boy and laid him on his chest. Richard's cock was around 3 inches now and very erect. He sucked his brothers 5 incher eagerly and really seemed to enjoy it. Gunter lifted him a little and took the sweet pecker into his mouth. Then he started to suck him. They all started to moan loudly now. Suddenly little Richard's started to shiver. He stopped to suck his brother and cooed "Ooooh, that's nice!" Then his little body began to shake all over and he experienced his first dry orgasm. The tyke needed some time to catch his breath, then he started to suck his brother again. Within minutes Gunter felt his own orgasm sweeping through him and while he squirted his love-juice into Martin's intestines, the boy came in his brothers mouth. Martin fell down beside Gunter, so that the big cock glided out of his butt. He and Gunter panted heavily. "Why didn't we do this nice game before, Martin?" Richard asked sweetly. "You...you spoke! Richard! You speak again!" Martin yelled joyfull and hugged his brother tightly. Then the two boys looked into each others eyes and started a passionate kiss. Gunter looked at them and felt the love for these boys grow even more! Never again would they miss the love they deserve! And he neither!
The End
That's it folks! Hope you enjoyed the story! Hey I know what you want to say: "Where are the three muscle-teers? And were is Sir Lance-A-Lot?" But I think a 8" cock, has something of a lance, hasn't it? (grin) Anyway, if you want to send a comment about the story, just do so! But remember: I'm just a hobby-writer, sharing his erotic fantasies with you! I'm no kind of literature-genius and would never dare to say so! I know there are grammatical errors in it, but hey: I never learned to be an author ! If you want professional stories, read "The Lord Of The Rings" ! (grin) My new e-mail account is at arjey1965@hotmail.com. I have an IM there too, but remember that I'm from Germany! I know most readers are from different continents, so it's really hard to catch me online, because of the time-difference. I access the net mostly from net-cafes, so please don't send dirty messages! I would really feel bad, if the owner would get a heart-attack because of it! (grin) Mostly I'm online around 8am CET! Good luck!
My other stories at nifty:
Bisexual/Incest folder: Learning How To Fly Gay Male section Adult/Youth folder: Ki(n)d of Curious
Little Runaway (3 chapters, this far! More to come!) Young Friends folder: Soul-Mates
Greetings
aR Jey from Berlin, Germany