The next few weeks didn't change much for Jacopo. Andreas was still acting as the responsible overseer under the watchful eyes of John and Captain Horst. Every morning, he'd march Jacopo and put him to work. However, every evening he returned Jacopo to his locked room, he'd beg to take the thick muscle cock; dropping to his knees and grabbing at the front of Jacopo's work trousers until he got what he craved. The young soldier had no qualms with taking the big man's sweaty musky cock down his throat until he choked. And Jacopo had no problems face-fucking the young man and shooting his daily cumload deep down the boy's throat.
But one morning, Andreas never showed up.
Jacopo was left in his locked room all day. He was brought bread and water by a small cute guard he didn't know. Around four in the afternoon, John showed up with the small guard and ushered him upstairs to the servant's bathroom.
"Wash really well, even your ass...inside and out. Make sure you are pristine for tonight's ...event," ordered John. "Failure to comply would not be wise." John motioned to the small guard. "Watch him." The small guard looked shaken for a second as John left him.
Jacopo had no idea what was happening, but he complied. He didn't think about too much. He noticed the guard watching him the whole time, his young hard cock pressing against his uniform trousers. As he washed his ass, he looked at the guard and smiled.
The young man was about Andreas' age, maybe a little younger. He was shorter than Andreas and thinner. He had black hair and milky white skin. The guard's lips were red and thick. He was beautifully cute. Such a waste as a soldier, Jacopo thought to himself. The young man could make a career on his looks alone.
Jacopo peeled off his threadworm clothes and could see the young soldier rubbing his cock through his uniform. He shyly stopped when Jacopo looked directly at him. Jacopo flexed his muscles at every chance. He rubbed his hands of his hairy body, tempting the young man. The young soldier's cock was plainly visible, forming a small wet spot where the head pushed hard against the cloth. Jacopo grinned when he saw small beads of sweat forming on the young soldier's face. The big man's own cock lolled to one side, heavy from watching the beautiful boy in the room with him. Jacopo was getting turned on by the young man and really wanted to suck his cock.
"You can help if you want. You're pretty cute. It sure looks like you might want to help," tempted Jacopo, motioning his head toward the young guard's crotch. The guard just stared at the big man.
As Jacopo finished up with his ass and was about to shower, he looked at the guard and told him to pull his cock out. He crouched on the bathroom floor and placed his hands behind his back.
"C'mon. Pull that cock out," he coaxed.
The young guard turned his head to the door and satisfied the coast was clear, he unzipped his trousers. His short thick cock protruded out, the head as red as and the size of a cherry. Precum oozed out and formed a droplet at his piss slit, sparkling like a precious jewel. Jacopo crawled a few feet toward him mesmerized and the guard started to stuff his cock back into his zipper.
"Whoa, no," said Jacopo, lifting his hands up as he sat there crouched and still. "Calm down. It's okay."
The guard moved his hands to his hips and just stood there looking down at him.
"I'm going to put my hands behind my back. I'm going to open my mouth and you put your cock in it," he said with a wink, and then did as he had said.
The young guard took a couple short steps and pushed his cock into Jacopo's hungry mouth with a soft sigh. Jacopo was enjoying the taste and size of the young cock. He flicked his tongue over and around the cherry cockhead. He sucked in the entire length as the young man grabbed the sides of his head.
Jacopo began to rock back and forth on the balls of his feet allowing him to bob up and down on the cock. The guard steadied him, occasionally pushing his small hips forward almost gagging Jacopo. After a couple minutes, the young man's balls tightened and his body went stiff. He gasped and filled Jacopo's mouth with his seed. The copious load ran down Jacopo's chin as he cleaned the young cock with his tongue, lapping up any stray drops of cum. The guard stuffed his cock into his uniform again and Jacopo jumped in the shower.
Awhile later, John came back and dismissed the young guard. John led Jacopo naked, his body shiny from the cleansing, to a room on the second floor. The room was mostly bare. There was one prominent object in the room. I looked like a cross between a sawhorse and padded leather armchair, somewhat like a saddle with legs. Jacopo had never seen anything like it. John walked to it and motioned for Jacopo as two big soldiers walked into the room and closed the door.
"Bend over this. Your legs against those two legs and your arms against the ones there," John said, as he pointed out his instructions.
Jacopo was very nervous, but he calmly did as he was told. John moved quickly and fastened what looked like a wide belt of soft leather over his hips making him immobile. The two soldiers moved quickly to his arms and legs, buckling them into leather restraints on the legs of the sawhorse. Then the soldiers left just as quickly. Jacopo started to panic and his heart began to race.
"What is going on?" he growled. "What are you doing?"
John had walked over to a small bureau and had retrieved something. He walked back to Jacopo and pushed a gag into Jacopo's mouth and tightening it. Jacopo screamed against it, his face turning red. John didn't even acknowledge him and walked out of the room. Jacopo screamed until he couldn't anymore. He couldn't move; he couldn't speak. He could only wait..
The door finally opened and in walked Captain Horst, a big grin on his face.
"Good evening, Jacopo. And how are we..." Horst paused, "ah, I forgot."
Horst walked over to Jacopo, removing his leather gloves. He reached down and jostled the gag. He walked to the side and slapped his leather gloves against Jacopo's displayed ass, causing him to jerk against the sawhorse crushing his balls into the buttery leather. Jacopo winced as a soft pain flooded his core. The restrained man felt his cock growing as his body pressed it against the leather.
"Ah, good, my orders were followed. You are completely helpless," said Horst as he removed his jacket and tie. "You've been quite a busy boy lately...according to Andreas."
Jacopo's eye went wide and he pulled at his restraints.
"It always amazes me how promises of wealth and position can cause some people to give up volumes of information. Make them turn sides. It is so much more productive than threats. Well, you know as they say more flies with honey than vinegar. Andreas was well paid for all that he confessed. Very well paid," Horst stated as he began to unbutton his shirt. "One good offer and he sang like a bird. He told me everything. My god, he loved your big thick cock down his throat, didn't he?" Horst laughed.
Horst pulled his shirt off and laid it on the bureau with his tie and jacket. His v-shaped muscled body was accentuated by his broad shoulders and tight uniform trousers stuffed into his black jackboots. He rubbed a hand over his thick chest covered in light brown hair which ran down covering his tight stomach.
"You are quite a horny bastard. I had no idea you were so sexually insatiable or so commanding. Perro was greatly pleased with you. Oh, you know the young guard. He's my pleasure boy, my little lustful pup. I mean, I can't let a war destroy something so beautiful. I keep him in a small house nearby. He loved today's adventure so much, such a nice little collaborating whore. I'm just back from watching him as he jerked his sweet cock and described the whole little event to me. Oh, what a depraved scene."
Jacopo didn't flinch while the captain regaled himself with things he had gotten from Andreas and his little traitor whore. Horst unbuckled his belt, pulling it from its loops. He reached out and caressed Jacopo's buttocks softly.
"You could have been something similar. A different flavor, a different day. However, you were too defiant, you were just too, too defiant. But after hearing of your exploits, I have really taken it personally. Was I too old? Too cruel?" he asked, circling around Jacopo, gently slapping the belt against his jackboots. "Hmmm, or are you just someone who needs strict discipline?" he asked, and then brought the leather belt down onto the hairy buttocks several times.
