Gwaine and the Black Knight

A story from the Round Table.

Despondency had followed the visit of the Black Knight. The bleak outlook of a visit to the mysterious warrior a year hence for the payment of the forfeit. The only way to conserve his reputation his honour, was to submit to the might of the Black Knight. The challenge for Sir Gwaine was how to survive the onslaught that the Black Knight would unleash, the unendurable pain and terrible injury he himself had so often caused in others and there was no way he could see to prepare for it.

Then, a breakthrough. With the help of his loyal page, Arthur and two members of the Castle Guard, Gwaine had started on a journey of self discovery and research. He understood the world through physical training and the development of skills and strength to meet specific challenges and this would be his way to face the task. He must learn from whatever source was available and focus his training to meet the needs of a mission.

In any contest, the first thing in the mind of a champion should be that there is always someone greater out there. When you’re the biggest, most skilful on the training ground, the only way to learn how to be beat those unknown champions who presently stand greater than yourself, is to anticipate them, anticipate what their strategies might be, train to meet those challenges and overcome them.

***

For a while Gwaine was unable to reconnect his real world senses. His body seemed to be locked in another dimension, viewed from the outside. Only seconds since the blast of his overwhelming orgasm but it seemed like hours ago in the aftermath. This could go very badly if not carefully controlled with iron discipline. He snapped back to full consciousness.

His hearing gave him the hard breathing of the 3 individuals locked in physical contact. Himself, the two guards, Pistwl and Bardwlff all slowly recovering their respiration following exertion. Then, nearby, the calmer, melancholy of his young servant, Arthur.

The smell of freshly spilled semen, strong male body odour with a background of burning torches.

His tastebuds read slightly sweet, slightly salt and uniquely hormonal rasping in the throat. That, he now knew, was a requirement of this experience, having tasted it for the first time the previous day from the fingers of the Black Knight. He would learn to detect subtle variations as his experience grew.

He couldn’t see much beyond the pubic bush and the ginger body hair of Pistwl, slammed up against his face and stuck fast in a tangle of beard, saliva, pubes and cum.

He allowed his butt cheeks to relax, freeing his super-size hands. With a grunt, Bardwlff allowed his rapidly shrinking cock to slither out of the great man’s arse and with one big mitt on each of Pistwl’s hips, Gwaine carefully separated his face from the soldier’s musky groin allowing the sticky member, that had been reaming his tonsils, to slip from his lips in order that he could stand up.

So there were the four men, two naked guards, a nearly naked knight, towering over them with his lower garments at his ankles and finally, the timid, fully clothed page, albeit with a somewhat shameful sticky stain leaking at his groin.

Full of confidence, like a wounded but ultimately victorious combatant, oblivious to the detritus of rough, improvised carnality all around, Gwaine proclaimed, “I will see to it that you two have detachment from your regular guard duties and assignment to my service from today. You will treat this posting seriously as you would any military training” He added “Report to me here each morning after drill parade inspection until further notice.”

Then, in a tone that carried a clearly discernible threat, he said, “Regard everything you see, hear and do in my service as top secret, completely confidential and if I find that there has been drunken tittle tattle in the tavern or any such gossiping, I will regard it as treason.”

Then, menacingly hefting his now half flaccid monster cock, he said, “The sentence of death will be slow and painful and carried out by myself.” He barked, “Do I make myself clear?”

“SAH!” Snapped Bardwlff with a smart, if naked, salute.

“Yes Sir!” Piped Pistwl at attention.

“Right!” Trumpeted their commander, “Get yourselves back in that tub, get cleaned up, I want this mess cleared away.”

Then, in a very different tone, more business like than military, he turned to his loyal manservant, cowering in the shadows. “Find me a tub, Arthur and attend me upstairs directly.”

Yes, my lord.” Bleated the young man, feeling slightly more secure in his familiar duties.

***

One privilege of his rank within the Castle hierarchy was bath water. This great luxury, brought by a serf bearing a heavy wooden yoke, from which hung two leather buckets, up the stone flights from the well in the square far below and laboriously delivered to a small copper tub in Gwaine’s upper chamber. It took time. Time enough for Arthur to heat a cauldron on the fire in Gwaine’s chamber. Time for Arthur to think about what he had just seen, what had happened to him and ponder the questions which would now be clattering around uncomfortably in his master’s mind and which would undoubtedly spill out during bath time, when his master liked to mull over current issues. An important part of any skilled servant’s work is to remember their superior’s likes and dislikes and if possible anticipate their needs.

Meanwhile, Gwaine had sent for the king’s engineer. He had had a series of interconnected ideas. In due course, a messenger arrived offering apologies for the delay but would it please his lordship to see the engineer during the afternoon? The knight returned the messenger to report that it would please his lordship greatly for it was this man who had designed the hanging apparatus in Gwaine’s lower chambers.

Gwaine concluded his bathing and whilst his magnificent body was drying near embers of the fire on which Arthur had heated the bathwater, it occurred to him that there were a number of aspects of anatomy, matters of curiosity arising from his recent experiences, which he could not see on his own body and about which he knew little or nothing. He said as much, out loud, once again to himself but more as an opener to this de-briefing session.

He looked at his page, whose own body was, by weight certainly less than half that of his own and reasoned that the principles would be the same. It was time for an anatomy lesson.

He squatted carefully down on a low footstool and beckoned to the page to come forward. Arthur had been blotting at the front of his leggings in an attempt to remove the remains of the embarrassing semen stain there. This had now, more or less, disappeared but standing right in front of the crouched knight, they both knew it was still there and how it had come to be.

Folded over, as he was, Gwaine’s nose was at that very level and the youthful pungency of the young man’s crotch. His master noted a certain feeling in his own body in response to that scent. However, from an investigative point of view, Gwaine felt familiar enough at present with what happened in this area of a man’s body and his intention was to focus on other features that had excited his curiosity during the visit of the Black Knight and again this morning.

Speaking gently to the young man, “I would like to know more about what Private Bardwlff did to me and about why it felt the way it did.” Explained the knight.” I’m aware that when I grabbed at you earlier it was without your permission to do so.” He ventured. “Perhaps other knights would dismiss such things but a man must have his dignity.” Continued Gwaine with a concerned look. “You need not fear me, Arthur. Will you trust me to touch you?”

Emboldened by this, Arthur said “Master, my very life is in your hands, how could I refuse you?”

With a deeply anxious frown, Gwaine stroked his beard thoughtfully and then said “Arthur, I will ask you questions about what I am doing and a simple ‘Please, my lord’ will be enough to stop me. I know that earlier when you pleaded I was deafened by the rush of blood in my excited head but I am listening now, I promise.”

This statement came very close to an apology, which in courtly protocol was unsettling to Arthur but he managed “My lord, I was dizzy with excitement myself, you did nothing to hurt me but I was startled and acutely embarrassed at my predicament.”

Reassured the knight said “Then we understand each other very well as I’d hoped we might.” He pressed on. ” Conventions insist that much of what I need to explore for this mission would cause embarrassment, we must try to disregard these conventions in order to understand these phenomena.”

“What would you like me to do, my lord?” Asked Arthur, earnestly.

“A thorough examination of your body will be necessary and you must respond to my touch as honestly as you can in what ever way your instincts suggest. We can learn much from this which will be of value in this quest.” Gwaine said all this with a seriousness that could not be misinterpreted. “Would you prefer to scrub yourself in the tub before we begin?”

With a slightly squeamish look Arthur nodded and quickly stripped out of his tunic and leggings, hopping lithely into the tub and busying himself with the task. Even though it was his master’s bathwater, perhaps it was because it was his master’s bathwater, the privilege was a rare one for a servant to bathe indoors, Arthur took great pleasure in scrubbing himself clean for his lordship. His pale, almost hairless body, ivory white, shimmering in spring daylight that reached into the room.

He stepped out onto the great hearth stone after only a little more than a minute, where the broad granite slab was warmed by the glow from embers in the grate and without the matted body hair his master carried, he dripped dry very quickly.

He showed no sign of coyness as Gwaine studied his naked body and it’s movement, in and out of the bathtub. His frame was small but he was far from a weakling. Healthy strong limbs from a life of fetching and carrying, mostly up and down stairs in the castle. His nakedness brought him no shame whatever, so Gwaine could deduce from this that the embarrassment he showed during their interaction earlier was that of being seen to enjoy the sexual horseplay of other men.

“I would like you to turn your back to me, with your legs spread and bend forward at the hip.” Instructed Gwaine precisely. “Good. Now bend your knees slightly, keep your head up and keep your back. straight. Excellent.” Complemented the knight. “At this point, I have a fine view of your buttocks, Arthur but nothing more” Although Gwaine noted that the young man’s scrotal sack was dangling below and that his penis was not, suggesting that his youthful organ had risen to a stand merely at the adoption of this pose, “Interesting!” he thought.

“My lord, would you like me to part my cheeks as you yourself did earlier?” Asked Arthur, helpfully.

“Not yet, Arthur. Thank you for the suggestion. It is most welcome that you make such observations and please do continue so to do.” Enthused the knight. “First I must experience a few of the preliminary actions used by Bardwlff.”

At that, Gwaine brought his face right up to the pale silky smooth backside of his servant and Arthur could feel the warmth of the man’s breath on his tender cheeks and his ballsack which made his whole body tingle with excitement. This close, Gwaine could see tiny ginger blond hairs shimmering all over the young man’s butt and more obviously on his thighs and in the crack of his arse. Delighted by this the big man blew on them playfully and watched them flicker. A shiver of tittilliation rippled through the servant’s body and a little gasp escaped his almost beardless lips.

Gwaine pressed his bristly face up against Arthurs arse, aware as the young man countered with his body weight. Then the knight pushed his snout between the cheeks and allowed his breath to whistle into that fleshy canyon before pushing out his tongue to explore. It was apparent from the bobbing of the young man’s balls that his cock was twitching and Gwaine himself had long since felt that bouncing in his own gigantic member. He was glad that the servant could not see this with his head held high as it was a sight to be feared as well as it was marvellous.

Imagining his prodding tongue inside the unfamiliar cavity, Gwaine could feel the fine hairs and the muscular strip that runs between the scrotum and the anus, which he could access from below and the touching of which seemed to meet with approval. Then probing a little higher, Gwaine could feel a difference in the surface texture and assumed he had arrived at the hole in Arthur’s arse. The touch of which elicited a sharp intake of breath from the young servant. Gwaine remembered that at this point in his earlier experience he had felt the need to expose his hole to Bardwlff’s tongue and had instinctively reached back to open the way for him. He pressed and pressed but could do little more than swirl the very tip of his tong around the little tight bud.

Now that his penis was dribbling pre-cum and he was enjoying this exploration greatly, Gwaine was finding it hard to keep a strict investigator’s scrutiny about the proceedings but he removed his bewhiskered face from the warm confines of the lad’s warm butt hole and kept his tone business-like without the merest waver in his voice. “You may now part your cheeks, Arthur. Thank you.”

“Yes, my lord.” Breathed the page and he reached behind himself with both hands, took hold and enthusiastically pulled apart that damp channel exposing the treasure within. The stretching of the skin around the little pink pucker and to Gwaine’s eye everything seemed to be pointing in, invitingly towards that soft, unprotected centre.

“Perfect.” Purred Gwaine, quietly, as he felt the saliva stimulated in his mouth and throat.

The way was open and Gwaine was struggling to keep his animal instincts in check. He knew too well that this vulnerable young man would split open like a peach if he lost control and that irresistible urge to fuck got the better of him.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, to allow his blood pressure to come down and his heart rate to normalise, taking in the new vista, the fine detail of the young man’s rosebud of a hole. Then he nuzzled forward again. His nose, his moustaches, his lips, his instincts brought all of these into this game of tickle and tease. He was awestruck by how turned on he felt, how unbelievably hard his cock had become, how it drooled his pleasure onto the hearthstone. His head buzzed with the beauty of this new experience and how he just seemed to know what to do. His strong, bearded mouth kissed unbidden, he opened his lips wide and planted it as if to bite a large fruit but instead suck intensely at the surrounding flesh as he teased the hole with his tongue.

Arthur’s legs began to quake and his chest heaved with lust. There had been no need for questions thus far, no need for permission to proceed. Gurgling and moaning sounds slipped from his chest cavity, sounds he’d never made before came welling up out of some bestial pit within him. When Gwaine finally thrust his tongue through the little portal and into Arthur’s body, the young man let forth a growl like a cornered bear which belied his diminutive stature. He rocked back to try to push the invader deeper and he wanted it all.

Gwaine didn’t know that Arthur was no virgin but he knew that what he was doing was gratefully received and he began tongue fucking the lad until his tongue muscle ached with the unfamiliar effort. With his powerful left hand he steadied the quivering servant, gripping his left thigh, close to the hip. With his right, he reached through the young man’s legs to stroke his chest and to find the pale, pink nipples which he gently brushed and circled with his calloused fingers to the accompaniment of more guttural panting and sighing. Gwaine was revelling in this newfound joy at being able to give such intense pleasure.

Then an idea popped into his mind and his right hand was redeployed. His thick fingers, scooped up cock drool from the considerable pool of viscose spoog forming below his throbbing cock head and he allowed it to dribble onto the base of the page’s spine where it flowed slowly into his arse crack towards his hole. Gwaine dived in on this and worked it delightedly into the softening, yielding orifice. First with his tongue and he certainly liked the taste of his own masculine power, then with another scooping motion, he used his stout forefinger to swirl around the stretched out skin around the anus. More yet and that forefinger gently wiggle into the opening. Almost forgetting to breath with the concentration, he gathered more goo and it lodged into the opening the short distance to the first knuckle.

“Arthur, is that painful for you?” Enquired the master

“No indeed my lord.” Replied the servant between heavy breathing and faint, stammered whimpers which certainly didn’t sound like pain.

Gwaine gently turned the finger tip to work the sticky pre-cum into the sphincter, then gently removed it, Replenishing this natural lubricant from the ample supply below, Gwaine reinserted, this time to the broader, second knuckle and he was through to the inner sanctum where the smooth, soothing juice of his own body was once more smeared around to salve the intrusion. The third entry and Gwaine’s exploratory digit found his principle goal, that magical place that had seemed to bring the walls of Jericho tumbling around him earlier as Bardwlff’s bulbous cockhead burst in on his own hotspot and Arthur now gave every impression, in a series of guttural utterances, that the effect was just as strong as when Gwaine had felt that stimulus.

Gwaine imagined that moment when Bardwlff’s strangely bent cock had rubbed against his prostate and visualised this invasion of the young man’s insides as he fingered Arthur’s arse. Then the muscles inside Arthur spasmed and gripped Gwaine’s finger really tightly. The servant’s semen shot out of him and his body rocked and bucked. Between contractions, Gwaine delightedly thrust his finger forward again and again onto the button that triggered the first explosion, milking the lad of every last drop of his essence. Arthur, in a helpless rapture, felt like a puppet on the end of the knights manipulating digit.

Helpless to relieve his own cock without breaking the magic he was weaving in his servant’s body, Gwaine was harder, more frustrated than he had ever been. It curved up to his furry chest hair in the confined crouch of his seating position. So, he focussed his mind and tensed the muscle under his cock as hard as he could, which always seemed to make the member jump and to stimulate his own prostate, that button he now identified in Arthur’s insides. Tighter and tighter Gwaine squeezed, desperate to cum, as his probing finger delightedly creamed the last few drops from Arthur’ spent body, he could feel pressure somewhere down in his own, freshly fucked hole and suddenly he was squirting his own jizz he could squeeze and squirt, squeeze and squirt and relieve himself without a hand. The pleasure almost took the top off his head.

Arthur’s legs gave out and his body crumpled onto the floor with Gwaine’s finger rather comically sticking out of his cherry hole but it was Arthur who laughed first and then the rich bass-baritone of the giant warrior joined in. Their naked bodies joined, as if by an umbilical, celebrating new knowledge, relief, joy, the road to victory, who knows?

Gwaine would never have believed he could give so much ecstatic pleasure and at the same time derive so much pleasure. Already, in one day, he had learnt how it was that a man could crave the body of another man inside his, could long for the touch and taste and smell, the sight of another man’s body.

He reached his big hands forward to cup the downy buttocks of his young servant and shook them playfully. There was a little mumbled groan from the sprawled figure of Arthur. Both the men glad of the glowing embers against the spring chill of the stone castle all around them.

Time was wasting. There was much left to do that day. The palace engineer was on his way.

*** The days were still lengthening towards mid-summer. The king’s engineer had been deployed to redesign the system supplying water to the castle and irrigation to surrounding farmland. A major infrastructure project which afforded little time for his love of gadgets and inventions.

The temptation to tinker with new things was a time consuming distraction so he had to be sure the major works could proceed without his constant supervision, he got back to his drawing board to work on a series of commissions from Sir Gwaine.

The first was an adjunct to his waterworks, with rainwater collection in large, lead-lined tanks and new gutter channels supplying key points in the upper chambers. These were then supplemented by a new water transport, using block and tackle to hoist water to the tanks from the wells in the castle courtyard. The same servants would be engaged to monitor the available supply and top it up but the cumbersome, clattering of yoked serfs on the stairs and its constant threat of spillages and accidents could be all but eliminated.

The engineer could not see why, when small hand powered elevators had been installed to bring foodstuffs from the kitchens to the banqueting hall, that no-one had seen fit to modernise the water supply. However the investment from the king’s exchequer was considerable and first of all the demand for improved personal hygiene among the nobles was necessary, only then could this be made a priority.

Gwaine’s suggestions were welcomed at court and the political will was found to make available the necessary funds for the engineer’s proposals to extend his project. In case of fire, there would be a greatly increased supply of immediate fire fighting water and therefore the security of the castle occupants was an argument also approved. It was perceived that the image of the court among its visitors and therefore its reputation, its prestige abroad was enhanced. The comfort of visiting dignitaries, whether they chose to wash or stink was to be assured at whatever price. Win win.

Gwaine’s upper chamber benefitted from a new water cistern, just along the corridor, from which a tub could be filled in a few minutes. The knight made the most of the new fashion for personal hygiene he had inspired. However heated the marshal clashes on the training ground became, however filthy the hunt, after his duties as the king’s interrogator, however he chose to spend his leisure, the option of a good scrub was there immediately in the privacy of his chambers.

In the lower chamber, where his priorities were different, Gwaine had installed a suite of small inter-connected wooden rooms, each of which could be reasonably lit with a single candle. Constructed by by the castle’s carpenters to the king’s engineer’s designs, the emphasis was on privacy and secrecy.

These interior alterations fulfilled the chamber’s long established use in which Gwaine would put to work his talent for extracting information from traitors and criminals but the new look of the place was not about fear and intimidation. Gwaine had realised his physical attributes were potentially terrorising enough on their own without a dungeon aesthetic to reinforce them. Instead, the environment exuded a feeling of reassuring enclosure, intimacy, even comfort.

The main chamber, as was, now served as a welcoming, comfortably appointed ante chamber for the entertainment of guests to the suite.

One concealed room, at the back, was reserved for the sling and its side table with the addition of new wall-mounted hooks for the convenient hanging of the interrogator’s clothes. The doorway was wide to accommodate a prisoner resisting capture accompanied by guards. A washstand and a pitcher of water stood at hand. Much more civilised.

During tests, Gwaine had proved this theory.

A ‘guest’ (the foreman of the carpenters) was entertained by a ‘pretty and wholly innocent maid servant’ in the ante chamber and after some preliminary titillation, accompanied from there into the next room, where, for modesty’s sake, he was requested to wait while she made ready next door and, he was assured, they would have intercourse, through the hole in the wall.

The ‘pretty and wholly innocent maid servant’ would then leave the excited ‘guest’, going through to the corridor, past the second room, where Sir Gwaine was concealed, leaving the suite quietly by a further door. Thus it was contrived that the knight, lower body parts shaved smooth as silk and liberally lubricated, could interact with ‘guest’.

The maid servant was well paid, having given away nothing beyond a little kissing and fondling and knew nothing of what else transpired.

The ‘guest’ left with a broad smile on his face, having unwittingly sunk his not inconsiderable penis into the arse of the greatest warrior in the kingdom and got a ‘seeing to’ he could never have found in the precincts of the local hostelry. Later, Arthur was sent to the workshops with some beer money for the constructors from the appreciative Gwaine for their fine work.

The unlucky foreman was bewildered by the unwillingness of the pretty maid to perpetuate their relationship but as a married man with children he was not able to pursue her too keenly.

During the coming months, the master got the opportunity to refine his ‘investigations’, exploring the ever more well endowed that could be found. Arthur and the two guards became adept at sifting the local gossip each developing a keen eye for the talented among the Castle residents and visitors alike.

The maid servant, the bait, one could say, could be substituted with a pretty man-servant or even the local blacksmith if required, whatever was necessary to tempt the appropriate men to participate unknowingly in Sir Gwaine’s anonymous research program.

However, nothing came their way that would begin to match the magnificence of the Black Knight and as Autumn turned to Winter, Gwaine became more and more aware that the kind of training he needed for the fateful encounter in the Spring was not coming his way.

Arthur sensed this impatience and concern. He was also aware that of all the men who had so far tested the resources of his master, nothing came close to the devastating proportions of the Black Knight, as he made a fist of his diminutive right hand and regarded the girth and length of his fore arm, remembering vividly that very comparison he’d made when his master first encountered his opponent.

“What if there were a way to help my master myself?” he thought.

“Out with it, Arthur!” Blurted Gwaine, uncannily aware of the young servant’s discomfort and shyness. “You have some new information perhaps?”

“My lord.” He began haltingly,” I observed, when the Black Knight was here, that his mighty member was the very girth and length of my forearm, it’s head like unto the size of my clenched fist.” explained the servant. “I remember how you pleasured me with your finger and teased from me my juices in great abundance.” Continued Arthur. “As we have so far found no man to come near to his or your stature of manhood, would it serve your purpose, in preparation for the quest, to use me to simulate the size of the Black Knight?”

Gwaine’s eyes widened and a quizzical scowl creased the big man’s thoughtful face as the idea began to sink in. At this, Arthur became concerned that his suggestion had gone too far with the great warrior. His master reached forward with a huge, hand and carefully took hold of the pale forearm, lifting it gently.

“Close your fist.” Requested Gwaine as he turned and examined. “I do believe you’re right, Arthur. Declared the master. We will need the sling and the ceremonial tallow.

***

By the flickering candle, the prone torso of the naked knight rested in the leather sling.

“Manacle my feet and hands, Arthur, there will be pain to begin with and you are not to be harmed if I thrash about.” Announced the knight emphatically. “A gag, Arthur. I will nod my head to ask you to continue, shake my head for you to stop. Take no notice of the noises I utter. Oh! Strap me down.”

The sight of the Massive figure made captive by the young servant was incongruous. His massive thighs calves and feet hoisted up and restrained, the odd contrast made by his shaved hole with the forest of body hair all around it.

“So,” Thought Gwaine. “This is the submission.” Another watershed moment of realisation. “No longer a participant, merely a receptacle.” More vulnerable than he’d ever felt in his life but he gritted his teeth. Somehow, mysteriously, there was a shiver of pleasure. “Was it the cold hard leather and the rattling chains?” He thought not.

Just as before in their experiments there would be no further witnesses and the purpose was entirely investigative.

Arthur could see the tension in his master’s jaw. “May I suggest, my lord that it will be necessary to make an effort to relax the body.”He went on carefully. “In order to admit this,” He said, holding up his hand, “We will need an element of pleasure and play as when I admitted your stout finger.” He could imagine how this position was playing on his master’s mind. The normally confident, dominant, proactive commander of men, trussed up like a gigantic chicken for the roasting. He inserted the leather tongue restraint and buckled the strap firmly behind his master’s head. Lastly, he fastened the broad leather straps across that magnificently muscled torso.

Arthur could see his master’s eyes as he took a finger-full of the scented, herbal tallow not to the knight’s tender hole, as he’d expected but to his balls, lathing each of them in turn, knowing the heat that would quickly develop in them. Likewise a finger loaded with tallow for the head of the great flaccid cock, now filling with blood in response to that surge of hot dynamic power generating in his testes. The massive organ came alive in his head like the waking of a sleeping dragon lying against the master’s thickly hirsute abdominal muscles. Gwaine’s eyes widened and twinkled and a purring growl issued from somewhere in that massive chest escaping through flared nostrils. Arthur reached between his master’s massive legs, revelling in the heat from this titanic torso, he smeared a little of the ointment onto Gwaine’s nipples to another chorus of gurgled purring from the captive knight. Arthur watched his master’s eyeballs swivel into the top of his head.

Next, Arthur smeared a stripe of the ointment from under the scrotum, which hung down towards his hole and down that sensitive strip of muscle linking the base of the cock with the anus and gently massaged back and forth. This gesture too elicited a moaning growl of delight from the recumbent knight. Gwaine, having learned to identify the buzzing in his internal sex organ, listened as it pestered him for attention.

Arthur had carefully trimmed his fingernails extra short but was now exquisitely respectful as he circled the most sensitive place of all, enjoying the texture of the soft wrinkled, rosebud skin and the way it seemed to pucker up a kiss towards him. He could see why his master would enjoy such kisses.

Slowly, almost hypnotically he circled the little central target to the accompaniment of more gurgling and excited breathing from the knight. His cock lifted off from it’s soft bed of belly hair and the first twinkle of cock- honey appeared and dribbled slowly over the silver piercing and dropped with a silken strand of elastic grace, into that deep abdominal cleft, just below Gwaine’s breastbone. Arthur’s mouth watered as he watched in fascination this most vivid of signs that things was going well. Gwaine did not fail to notice this concentrated gaze and their eyes met briefly, the big man slowly nodded his approval.

Reaching between the raised legs to scoop up the goo as it continued to dribble, Arthur was so tempted to bring the dewy drop to his mouth and taste his master’s pre-cum but instead he restrained his passion and used the sticky salve to slip the tip of his index finger into his master, sliding easily into the extraordinary furnace of master’s guts. Wide eyes and a snort like a stallion’s greeted this gentle insertion, the great cock jumped visibly and the massive egg like testicles seemed alive in response to his touch. The castle walls could have collapsed around him at this point, Arthur was unlikely to notice.

Their eyes locked as a generous globule of viscous sex serum was given forth and eagerly worked into Gwaine’s waiting hole, back and forth and around to smother the inside of the great commander with his own juice. A second finger joined the first and twisted and turned with its playmate, more goo, more in and out motion. Gwaine writhed with pleasure, his chest heaving with desire, his entire body aglow with erotic stimulation. Nods of affirmation and a big, goofy smile from the young servant passed between the two, the player and the played. So far, so much better than could have been expected.

The racing blood in Gwaine’s head brought him the realisation of a new kind of empowerment a new kind of joy, through trust. Who could have imagined? Power through submission.

Arthur’s fingers reached as deep as they might but a physiology on this scale left the master’s joy button beyond his reach, deeper than his fingers alone could go. It was time to leave this place of ecstasy they could treasure any time, it was time for the real work.

The shimmering pre-cum worked it’s magic once more, gathered with three fingers and a thumb into a rich, precious cargo by the meticulous servant and delivered to the softening lips of Gwaine’s anus. Carefully grouping the three fingers tightly together the hole opened up and slowly, slowly began to stretch. Patiently pushing past the second knuckle. Gwaine’s nod confirmed what Arthur suspected that this circumference was familiar to his body, not a challenge. The fingers made their way in and then rotated very slowly and there was a new feeling behind the pleasure as Gwaine sensed the first real stretching.

More of the fluid was brought to the opening, which now visibly winked a sensuous, languid eye as it retracted with the removal of fingers. For the first time, Arthur approached with his whole hand, all four fingers extended and gathered together, his thumb tucked in as flat as he could make it on his palm. It was a broadening cone to the third knuckle which Arthur’s other hand could not encompass at it’s broadest. He held this up in the candle light for his master to see and understand before it was introduced. Again, a nod signalled Gwaine’s approval.

So slowly that minutes went by with just a a little turning and reassurance, the hand moved forward. Then, as the third knuckles began to broaden, Arthur saw pain on the face of his master. A deep scowl knitted the big man’s brow and a deep breath was drawn in and held and then a whistling in the nostrils, a moan that most certainly differed from those of ecstasy. Gwaine’s great body arched up against the restraints, the small of his back rising off the sling’s leathery platform and the chains rattled subtly expressing what his tongue could not. Crucially, there was no shaking of the head and when his back returned to rest, there was a grim look of determination on that warrior face.

There was a little way to go but a much bigger stretch required to get there, beyond this greatest circumference of the boney ridge, then the thickly bunched muscle of the thumb. With exquisite care, as if feeling the tension and pain himself, Arthur retracted the hand and coated his knuckles carefully in a thick film of sticky body fluid. Gwaine concentrated on relaxing and remaining relaxed as Arthur’s cautious sticky hand reached once more inside his body.

The fingers circled and soothed and then stretched, circled and soothed and stretched, gently, persistently. Then with massive gouts of snorting through the leather gag Gwaine closed his eyes. Arthur stared intently at him looking for that shaking of the head. They were so close, so close. More arching of the back and loud, a deeply rooted bellow and Gwaine seemed to be trying to lift his arse off the penetrating hand but still no shaking of the head. Arthur increased the pressure and there was more of the writhing and suppressed bellowing and snorting, then suddenly Gwaine pressed back and the hand slipped past the knuckle with a great roar of pain and triumph from the prone knight.

In an intense moment of panic, Arthur’s hand lodged just beyond the apex of his knuckles, Gwaine made a thrashing movement. expecting the tension and pain to ease, he obviously wanted Arthur to pull out his hand. His head shook with great vigour to communicate this more emphatically and tears welled in his madly staring eyes.

Instead of trying to pull the hand out again past the knuckles, Arthur pushed forward to where the hand tapered towards his wrist and instantly the pain and tension were relieved. He looked down into the dimly lit junction between the convergence of his master’s legs and his forearm. His whole hand was inside his master feeling the heat of Sir Gwaine’s massive body, feeling the great warriors thudding heartbeat and the arse ring had closed tightly over the young man’s wrist. The feeling was incredible. He looked up again into the knight’s sweating, tearstained face, each man nodding affirmation to the other. The agony on the knight’s strained expression began to fade.

Both knew that this was not the end of the pain if Arthur wanted his hand back but suddenly there was something else. Arthur’s fingers stumbled on his master’s joy button and a jolt of strangely mixed feelings, exhaustion elation and mental, sensual overload, overcame Gwaine.

It was obvious that this could have led to a monster orgasm for the big man as his gagged face exhibited the newly assimilated sensations but Arthur steered well clear of that most highly reactive organ, carefully moved his hand forward and back, gently acclimatising the tight ring of Gwaine’s anus to the expansion and contraction from this already stretched state. He had in mind the need to get his hand out without further injury to his master. He decided that only when he could get his hand out without his master’s screams of pain, could he afford to bring the knight to the climax they both craved. In spite of the responsibility, the strangeness of the scene before him, Arthur was as high as his master had been at their first fireside experiment. Even though this time it was by no means pleasure all the way for the recipient of the fingers.

Moving forward, from the wrist, Arthur’s arm thickened to a circumference similar to that of the Black Knight at full stand. For now this seemed to be unattainable without considerable trauma to his master, not even considering the length of the penetration required to reach that point. He kept his fingers bunched together and gently explored the hot geography of the inside of a man.

Moving back, the hand thickened towards the knuckles. Each way, there was a tensing and relaxing that the great warrior could bear but the last stretch to allow Arthur’s hand back into the world was, at least for now, very challenging for the knight.

Gwaine found that, even though distended, once the anus was allowed a moment of relaxation at the wrist, he could flex the sphincter and relax it. In doing so he diffused the pain in the muscle just like any other training injury and understood that it’s strength and flexibility could be developed.