Hello. Here is Chapter 8 of The Squire's Tale.
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The Squire's Tale
Chapter 8. Defeated The message was signed --William thy Conquerer.
I broke the seal and unfolded the paper and read the verse that he had scrawled across the page in his crude hand.
-- occurremus in cuniculo et luctare
-- et qui perdiderit
-- pedem alterius osculabitur
William, thought I, thy verse does not scan, thou lout, but the meaning is clear. Yea, we will grapple, and he who loses will kiss the other's foot. And afterwards thou shalt sign thy messages --William the Defeated.
And we met in the tunnel in the undercrofts at noon and put a woven mat upon the floor, and stripped off our belts and tunics and stood bare chested. I moved first, putting my head down like a bull. I charged at William and grabbed him around the waist to twist him and pull him down. But he stood as if rooted to the ground and his legs were like stone pillars. We grappled fiercely. My hands could find no hold, but slipped in the sweat on his skin. But his hands were like gauntlets and gripped me. And when he held me from behind his arms were like a vise. All the while we wrestled, he huffed in my ear and drops of sweat flew from his hair. And when he had me in his grip I felt the swollen cock in his braies press against me. He was taller than me, and older, and stronger, and I could not overcome his ferocity and skill. With one hand clutching me between my legs and the other lifting me up, he threw me into a pile of hay on my back.
He stood with his legs athwart me, staring down, flushed, his bare chest heaving, and he smiled exultantly, and cupped his cock and balls in his hand to show his mastery.
Now I will complete my victory, he said, and kicking my legs apart he reached down and clutched my ballocks and held them close in his hand and squeezed his hand shut.
Nay William, I cried, release me!
Dost thou yield Thomas?
Yea, William, yea!
But he did not cease, but squeezed my balls more and harder, until my eyes teared and I groaned, and when finally he let go his grip I curled on my side and cradled my poor nuts. But he was not done humiliating me, for he kicked my buttocks with the side of his boot and in a gloating voice said, Ha, Thomas! Again I am William thy Conquerer! He kicked me once more, and said, If thou art a man of honor thou shalt give me my prize and kiss my foot. And he stood before me in his dusty leather boots as I lay on the floor.
And I must see the mark of thy lips in the dust of my boot, said he.
And I put my lips in the dust of his boot and pressed my lips into his boot so that I could feel his foot beneath my lips, and stayed with my lips upon his boot, pressing against his foot. And when I had kissed his boot, and he saw the print of my lips in the dust of his boot, he furrowed his thick brows til they nearly met. He looked down on me in distain and spat on the floor beside my face.
And now, Thomas, because I am a chivalrous squire I shall permit thee to kiss my arse as well. And he untied his braies and let them fall, and turned his back to me and stood with his legs apart and his hands on his sides, waiting to feel my lips on his bare arse.
I did not speak, but rose to my knees, and held his plump orbs in my hands and kissed them fervently.
Say thou art my arsekisser, Thomas.
Yea, William, said I. Thou art William my Conquerer, and I am Thomas thy Arsekisser.