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The Squire's Tale
Chapter 7. Watch upon the Tower
It was the night for Sir John was called to keep watch upon Marten's Tower. And so together we climbed the winding stairs up to the battlement. Myriad stars were set in the firmament. Boötes the ox-driver, the big bear, the lion, and the crab. And the water snake who spreads across the sky. The full moon reflected in the Wye, and a tawny owl flew overhead.
The night was cold and damp. A chill rose from the river, so chill that I shivered.
Come, Thomas, said my Master. Come stand beside me under my cloak and warm thyself.
He parted his cloak of fine white wool and with his arm around my shoulders guided me to him. Gladly I obeyed. So high was Sir John that his cloak enfolded me completely like a dark and fragrant chamber. I placed my head upon my Master's gambeson as he held me. But I did not stand thus for long, for I could not resist my lust, and so slid down my Master's front till I was kneeling in the soft hay at his feet with my arms around him.
I rubbed my face in his loins and put my arms around his loins to hold him to me. My lips felt his erect cock under the soft linen. And I kissed along the length of his sweet pole, pressing its thickness against his loins with my open lips. With my nose at the base of his cock, and the door of my mouth on his ballocks, I rubbed my face in his groin, widdershins and sunwise, and nodded my head from side to side, gently massaging the eggs nestled in his braies with my mouth and lips. I felt his great knuckles next to my face. He took the back of my head in his long hand and massaged my neck, and gently pressed me to his groin.
He untied his braies. Out jumped his cock. I breathed in the rippling waves of the smells of his loins and licked his ballocks, my nose and face nestled in his damp curly hairs. His pole was as a giant's never-ending rod. I kissed and licked around it as it jumped and throbbed against my face, until I reached the bellend emerging from its hood. His cockslit was already wet with his fluid, and with lustful hunger I took his cockhead between my lips and pushed the prepuce back with my lips until the full rounded helmet of his dick was in my mouth. At this, the knight, who had stood unmoving on the pillars of his legs, shuddered with joy and lust. With both his hands he held my head in place and with a sigh of pleasure thrust his hips. His thick pole slid further into my mouth and his cockhead lodged against my throat.
Enclosed in the darkness of the cloak am I, one hand round my prick the other across his buttocks, his muscles flex each time he guides cock in and out of my open mouth, my lips wrap around his prepuce and push the skin forward and back along his stiff rod as he pumps in and out of my mouth, his cock against my throat insisting on more, for not even half of his erect pole had yet felt my hot mouth and wet tongue.
But he was not done with me, for so great was his pleasure that he cried out and holding my head in his hands pushed his loins forward and his cock entered my throat. And I submitted to his pole even as I choked, until he had all of him in my mouth and his big knight's dick filled my throat. For my knight was my king and his dick was my ruler. And I struggled for breath and tears streamed down my cheeks. But he moaned and thrust the more, and held me to him with his ballocks on my chin and his curly yellow bush pressed against my nose. Oh how I loved knowing the whole length of his member in me! And how I loved to struggle when his strong hands held me and would not release me. And when he had enough of his ruling over me he slid his dick from my throat and pressed it hard against my face, moving his hips back and forth and thrusting, rubbing its slickness on my cheeks and mouth and hair from head of his cock to the root. And I slathered his thick mast with my spit and made his ballocks wet with my licking.
He parted his cloak, towering above me in the bright moonlight, head thrown back, neck stretched, eyes shut. His knees buckled. His long thighs tightened. His giant hand grasped his dick and vigorously jerked, streams of semen flew from his slit like arrows, arcing high and splattered on my face and hair. I spurted in spasms and I fell against his loins and shuddered there on my knees between his legs, my face and hair wet with his semen.
Anon he pulled me up and grasped my hair tightly in his fist, and he jerked my hair in his fist and bent my neck, and put his hot face next to mine and his lips against my ear and whispered hoarsely --
Now, Thomas! Now thou art mine!