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The campfire crackled, casting long, dancing shadows across the clearing as the night air grew chilly. Ser Duncan sat on a fallen log, his massive frame dwarfing the small boy sitting across from him. Egg looked up at the knight with wide, innocent eyes, eager to learn the noble arts of chivalry and the duties of a squire.
Duncan leaned forward, the orange light flickering in his eyes. His voice was low and gravelly, devoid of its usual gentleness. “You’ve asked about your duties, Egg. You’ve seen me polish the armour and tend to the horses, but there is a side to a squire’s service that the songs don’t mention. A side that is far more... intimate.”
Egg tilted his head, confused. “Intimate, Ser?”
Duncan let out a short, dry chuckle. He reached out, his large hand gripping the back of Egg’s neck, pulling the boy slightly closer. “The world of knights is a hard one, boy. We spend our days in steel and blood. When the sun goes down, a knight needs a different kind of release. That is the true reason we take on boys as squires.”
Egg blinked, his breath hitching as the grip on his neck tightened. “I... I don’t understand.”
“It’s simple,” Duncan growled, his gaze dropping to Egg’s small, slender frame. “A squire’s primary duty is to ensure his master is satisfied. And I don’t mean with a meal or a clean cloak. I mean with his cock.”
The boy’s eyes widened in shock, but Duncan didn’t let go. He leaned in closer, his scent of leather and sweat filling Egg’s senses. “Knights seek out boys because you’re soft. You’re fresh. Most importantly, you’re nice and tight. There is nothing quite like the feeling of a young, tight ass gripping a man’s shaft for the first time.”
Egg trembled, the reality of the situation sinking in. “You mean... you want to...”
“I mean you will be buggered senseless, Egg,” Duncan interrupted, his voice cold and commanding. “You will be bent over a table, a horse, or right here in the dirt. You will take every inch of me, and you will take it until I’ve emptied myself inside you. You will moan and beg, and you will learn that your body belongs to me as much as your sword does.”
Duncan shifted, the heavy fabric of his breeches straining as he shifted his weight. “That is the price of my protection. That is the duty of a squire. To be a hole for his master to use whenever the urge strikes. Do you understand now, boy?”
Egg couldn’t speak. He could only nod frantically, his heart hammering against his ribs as he looked up at the towering man who now viewed him not as a pupil, but as a toy.
“Good,” Duncan whispered, a predatory smirk crossing his face. “Now, strip. It’s time you started your first lesson.”
Egg’s hands trembled violently as he fumbled with his clothes, stripping quickly under Duncan’s heavy, predatory gaze. He stood shivering in the cool night air, his small, pale body looking fragile and insignificant against the backdrop of the towering knight. Duncan didn’t move at first. He simply watched, his eyes roaming over Egg’s slender thighs and the tight, puckered hole of his small ass.
“Turn around,” Duncan commanded, his voice a low rumble. “Bend over that log. Now.”
Egg obeyed instantly, his heart drumming against his ribs. He leaned over the fallen log, his small backside thrusting up into the air, presenting himself completely. Duncan stood behind him, the sound of leather creaking as he unfastened his breeches. With a heavy thud, Duncan’s cock sprang free; a monstrous, vein-ridged slab of meat that looked far too large for any human to endure. It was a reflection of the man himself. Massive, imposing, relentless.
Duncan didn’t bother with gentleness. He simply spit in his hand and stroked it into his cock as he stepped forward, the heat from his body radiating against Egg’s chilled skin. He gripped Egg’s hips with hands that could easily crush a man’s skull, digging his fingers into the boy’s soft flesh to hold him firmly in place.
“You’re so small,” Duncan grunted, the head of his massive cock pressing firmly against Egg’s tight entrance. “I wonder if you’ll even survive the first inch.”
With a sudden, powerful thrust, Duncan drove himself forward.
Egg let out a sharp, strangled scream that was swallowed by the night. The sensation was overwhelming; a feeling of being split wide open. The sheer girth of Duncan’s shaft stretched Egg’s tight ring to its absolute limit, the skin screaming as it was forced to accommodate the knight’s size. He felt the massive head wedge itself deep inside, pushing past the sphincter and carving a path through his narrow channel.
“Gods, you’re tight!” Duncan groaned, his voice thick with lust. He didn’t stop. He pushed further, his heavy balls slapping against Egg’s perineum with a wet thud.
Egg sobbed, his fingers clawing into the bark of the log, his small body shaking under the onslaught. He felt as though he were being impaled on a spear. Every muscle in his lower body seized, trying to reject the intrusion, but Duncan’s grip was iron. The knight shoved the rest of his length home in one final, brutal surge, burying himself balls-deep in the boy’s gut.
Egg gasped for air, his head hanging low, his vision blurring. He was filled completely; there was no room left inside him. He felt the throbbing heat of Duncan’s cock stretching him to the point of tearing, filling him with an agonizing, heavy pressure.
“Look at you,” Duncan whispered, leaning down to bite the nape of Egg’s neck. “Taking it all like a good little squire.”
Duncan began to move. He pulled back slowly, almost entirely out, before slamming back in with a violent force that knocked the wind out of Egg. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the clearing. Duncan’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming rhythmic and punishing. He treated Egg’s body like a piece of meat, hammering into him with a relentless power that sent the boy sliding forward on the log.
Egg’s screams turned into rhythmic moans of pain and forced pleasure. The friction was intense, the massive shaft rubbing against the sensitive walls of his rectum, forcing him to endure a sensation he had never known. He was nothing more than a cocksleeve, a living vessel for the knight’s release.
“Suck it in, boy! Take every inch!” Duncan roared, his breath hot against Egg’s ear. He gripped Egg’s waist tighter, lifting his hips slightly to get a deeper angle, driving his cock deeper and deeper into the boy’s small frame.
The friction built, the heat intensified, and Egg felt his mind slipping away, replaced by the overwhelming physical reality of the giant man fucking him senseless. Duncan’s movements became frantic, his thrusts shorter and harder, slamming into Egg’s prostate with every hit.
With a final, guttural shout, Duncan let out a loud groan and surged forward one last time, pinning Egg flat against the log. He shuddered violently, his massive cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside the boy. A hot, thick torrent of cum flooded Egg’s internals, filling the tight space and overflowing, leaking out of the stretched hole and dripping onto the dirt below.
Duncan stayed buried inside him for a long moment, panting heavily, his chest heaving against Egg’s back. He slowly withdrew, the sound of a wet pop echoing as his girth finally left the boy’s ravaged entrance. Egg collapsed onto the log, trembling and spent, his small ass gaping and leaking the knight’s seed, finally understanding the true nature of his service.
The morning sun had barely crested the horizon when Duncan prepared to break camp. He didn’t allow Egg to dress fully; instead, he forced the boy to remain naked from the waist down, his small legs shaking as he stood in the dew-covered grass. The boy’s backside was still red and swollen from the previous night’s brutal lesson, leaking a few stray droplets of Duncan’s seed.
“Get on,” Duncan commanded, already mounted on his massive warhorse.
Egg climbed up, his small frame dwarfed by the knight. Duncan didn’t let him sit behind him. Instead, he hauled the boy around to the front, hoisting him up so that Egg was perched directly on his lap, facing forward. Before Egg could settle, Duncan gripped his hips and yanked him down hard.
With a sharp, wet sound, Duncan’s morning cock, already rock hard and throbbing, slid straight back into Egg’s ravaged hole. Egg let out a stifled cry, his back arching as the massive shaft impaled him once more. He was pinned firmly against the knight’s chest, his small ass stretched wide to accommodate the girth of the man’s cock.
“You’re my cockwarmer today, boy,” Duncan grunted, his large hands wrapping around Egg’s waist to lock him in place. “Every mile we ride, you’ll feel me inside you. You’ll keep me warm and hard until I decide I want more.”
Duncan nudged the horse into a steady trot. The rhythmic, jolting motion of the horse was agonizingly perfect. With every stride the animal took, Egg’s body was bounced up and down, forcing Duncan’s cock to slide deep into his gut and then pull back, only to be slammed home again by the next step.
Squelch. Thud. Squelch.
The friction was constant and relentless. Because Egg was perched on top, the angle was steep, driving the head of Duncan’s cock deep into his prostate with every single movement of the horse. Egg gripped the horse’s mane for stability, his small body shuddering with every jolt. He couldn’t escape; his internal walls massaging the vein-ridged shaft with every step the horse took.
“Look at you,” Duncan chuckled, the vibration of his voice rumbling through Egg’s back. “Taking it while we ride. A perfect little squire, serving his master even on the road.”
The trot quickened into a canter, and the impact became more violent. Each stride sent a shockwave through Egg’s pelvis, the massive cock hammering into him with a mechanical precision. Egg’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his face flushed. The pain from the night before had morphed into a heavy, throbbing heat that radiated through his entire lower body. He was being fucked by the very motion of the journey, his tight hole acting as a living sheath for the knight’s lust.
Duncan groaned, his grip tightening on Egg’s hips, pulling him down even harder to ensure not a single millimetre of his cock was left uncovered. He could feel the boy’s internal muscles clenching and pulsing around him, reacting to the rhythmic pounding.
“You’re so tight, Egg,” Duncan hissed, his voice thick. “The horse is doing all the work, and you’re just sitting there, soaking up every inch of me.”
As they rode through the countryside, the constant friction began to push Duncan toward the edge. He didn’t move his hips; he simply let the horse’s gait drive him deeper and deeper. Egg was nothing more than a tool, a piece of living equipment designed to keep the knight satisfied. He sobbed quietly, his small body bouncing in time with the horse, his ass gaping and stretched, completely impaled by the towering man who owned him.
After hours of riding with Egg impaled on his cock, Duncan finally brought the horse to a halt in a secluded grove of trees. He didn’t gently lift the boy off; he gripped Egg’s hips and yanked him upward, the massive shaft sliding out of the boy’s ravaged ass with a loud, wet pop. Egg collapsed onto the grass, gasping for air, his legs shaking and his hole gaping open and leaking a mixture of lubricant and seed.
Duncan didn’t give him a moment to recover. He stepped off the horse and loomed over the boy, his towering shadow engulfing Egg’s small, trembling frame. He reached down, grabbing Egg by the stubble of his recently shaved head and hauled him up to his knees.
“You’ve served me well as a sleeve, boy,” Duncan grunted, his voice thick with lingering lust. “But now I want to feel that tight little throat of yours.”
Duncan didn’t ask; he commanded. He grabbed the back of Egg’s neck and shoved his thick, throbbing cock directly into the boy’s open mouth. He didn’t ease in. He slammed the head of his cock past Egg’s lips and drove it deep, hitting the back of the boy’s throat with a brutal force that triggered a violent gag reflex.
Egg’s eyes bulged, tears streaming down his cheeks as he struggled to breathe. He made muffled, choking sounds, his small hands clawing at Duncan’s muscular thighs, but the knight only gripped his shaved scalp tighter, using it as a handle to control the depth and speed of the penetration.
Duncan began to fuck his mouth with a relentless, rhythmic intensity. Slap. Squelch. Slap. The sound of the knight’s pelvic bone hitting Egg’s chin echoed through the quiet grove. He shoved his cock in to the hilt, burying the entire length of his shaft in the boy’s throat, forcing Egg to swallow him whole. Every time Egg tried to pull away to catch a breath, Duncan shoved him back down, treating the boy’s mouth like nothing more than a warm, wet hole.
“Take it all, my little squire slut,” Duncan hissed, his hips snapping forward. “Suck it deep. Let me feel those throat muscles squeezing me.”
The friction of the wet membranes and the desperate clenching of Egg’s throat pushed Duncan toward a violent climax. He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming shorter and more aggressive, hammering into the boy’s gullet until Egg was shaking with the effort of not vomiting.
Just as he reached the peak, Duncan gripped Egg’s head and violently ripped his cock out of the boy’s mouth. A long string of saliva and pre-cum stretched between them before snapping.
Egg slumped forward, coughing and gasping, his mouth hanging open and dripping. Duncan didn’t let him move. He held the boy’s head steady, positioning his pulsing, vein-ridged cock directly over the crown of Egg’s shaved scalp.
With a guttural roar, Duncan erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted out of his cock, splattering across the smooth, pale skin of Egg’s head. The first jet hit with enough force to make the boy flinch, coating the top of his skull in a heavy, white layer of seed.
Duncan continued to pump, sending more loads of cum raining down, covering the boy’s forehead and dripping down the sides of his scalp. He watched with predatory satisfaction as the viscous white fluid began to slide slowly down Egg’s skin, tracing paths through the fine stubble of his shaved head and dripping onto his shoulders.
“Look at you,” Duncan chuckled, watching the cum pool in the dip of the boy’s neck. “Marked as my property from the top of your head to the bottom of your ass.”
He stood there for a moment, enjoying the sight of the broken, coated boy kneeling before him, the smell of sex and musk heavy in the air.