Dungeons and Dragons

"Sir Chad, please join us!" the King exclaimed as Chad slowly entered the throne room, stood before the king and bowed.

"Sir Gawain, fetch Sir Chad a seat!"

Gawain moved quickly to fetch a settee and placed it before the throne behind where Chad stood.

Chad cleared his throat, "Sire, that will not be necessary, I am happy to stand in your presence."

"No, sit, Sir Knight, I insist!"

Sir Gawain pressed one of the smaller knight's shoulders down, encouraging him to sit before the king. At the same time, he gave Chad's buttocks a pat with his other hand, eliciting a painful moan as the young knight sat, clearly uncomfortable.

Everyone at the court was fully aware that Sir Chad had just been disciplined down in the dungeon and his discomfort was a delight to some and a point of sadness for others.

"So Sire," the young man asked between clenched teeth, "what would you have of me?"

"...other than further humiliation and pain," he thought to himself.

"Yes, my boy, exactly! What WOULD I have of you? The answer is: a quest! I have a quest for you if you will just but accept it."

"Of course, my liege, I could not refuse a quest. What would you have me do?"

The king grew solemn as he stared down at his young knight, at once the best swordsman of his order and at the same time his most miscreant. The king wanted to make sure that he understood his place and the gravity of the quest.

"A dragon, Sir Chad, is ravaging the barony of Brun, or should I say has ravaged. The Baron will be here on the morrow and I wish you to return with him to the north and slay the beast. It has already wasted a conroi that I sent there a month ago, so now my thought is that a single, accomplished knight may fare better against the cunning of this monster than a contingent and you have slain dragons before. What say you?"

"Sire," Chad replied, still wincing from the pain in his bottom and shifting uneasily in his seat, "your wish is but my command."

"Excellent! Now go with Gawain to the infirmary, I think a rubdown might ease your pain."

Chad stood stiffly, bowed, and followed Gawain once again out of the throne room, but this time he was led to the training enclave of the castle and the infirmary there.

"Up on the table Chad, but first remove your leggings."

Chad complied, pulling off his boots and leggings once again and climbing up on the padded table as Gawain had instructed.

"Whew," he heard Gawain exclaim behind him, "this is far worse than I thought, no wonder you were limping about."

The back of Chads thighs and 'tocks were heavily bruised, mottled with deep black and purple-blue patterns and a few cracks in the skin that oozed blood. Gawain regretted slapping his arse earlier in the throne room and admired his fellow knight's fortitude.

"I think I may be able to help with this," both men turned at the sound of the voice to see a well-dressed nobleman standing in the doorway of the room. He was tall, much taller than either Chad or Gawain, and clearly of the nobility.

"Allow me to introduce myself, good knights, I am Baron Brun. I was supposed to arrive tomorrow, but the trip took less time than I expected and the king told me I would find you here."

Gawain had moved to a position of attention and respect while Chad was trying to stand as well.

"No, stop," the Baron chided him, "stay where you are and allow Gawain to apply this salve to your wounds."

Gawain was handed a small, iridescent glass jar that seemed self-luminescent as an internal light pulsed from within.

"This ointment is enchanted," the Baron explained, "but I suppose you could tell that from just looking at it. Rub the balm all over his wounded areas and just beware of the side effect, all magic comes with a price you know."

Gawain had been staring at the jar in his hand, weirdly pulsing with light from within, the large man transfixed as if hypnotized.

He snapped out of it when Chad said loudly "Are you going to put it on me or what?"

"What side effect?" the large knight asked, but the Baron had already left the room.

The glass lid of the jar came off with a pop as he opened it and the salve inside moved!

It was like the ocean, with a wavy dynamic that both mystified and frightened the superstitious Gawain, who in spite of his bruin-esque nature, mistrusted magic and sorcery. He hesitantly dipped a few fingers of his massive hand into the salve and it quickly flowed up and into his palm on its own as if it were alive.

"Damn sorcery!" Gawain exclaimed under his breath and then quickly began rubbing the salve on Chad's bruised skin.

As Gawain applied the balm it seemed to move on its own, flowing across the tissue and then retreating back to where his hands happened to be. As he rubbed it in, the bruises faded, but in patterns, fading away and then returning, almost as if they were trying to escape his hands.

"Oh my god that feels good," Chad moaned as Gawains hands chased the magic balm across tight buttocks, legs and thighs. Increasingly, Gawain watched as the glowing ointment moved up under Chad's tunic, wanting to go further on his body and not just his injured areas.

"Chad, let's get your tunic off so that I can get to your back."

Gawain helped Chad out of his shirt and now the young knight was fully naked on the table. The balm continued to play across his chiseled back as Gawain's strong hands rubbed, squeezed and kneaded where the salve took them.

Every so often the big mans hands would reach Chad's inner thighs, lightly brushing against his ballocks as the blob of ointment slid down his loins to encase his jewels.

As Gawain's fingertips chased the salve across Chad's tight sack, it would quickly swirl and flow upward into the crack of his butt, playfully escaping Gawain's hands, but forcing them to rub the valley they had escaped into.

Each time this happened, Chad would open his legs further, emitting loud sighs of contentment and groans of pleasure. The further along the massage went, the more often Gawain's hands did this.

Gawain was feeling more and more uncomfortable at how this rubdown was going.

Normally, when knights  massaged each other after battle or a joust, there were loincloths and coverings, this was not at all the same and as he rubbed and touched Chad he began to feel an unwanted stirring in his own loins.

By now the bruises, welts and fissures on Chad's body had magically faded away, but Gawain could not stop, he was under the geas of the salve and he suddenly realized what the 'side effect' of it was.

The ointment had all coalesced on Chad's cods, covering them like a second skin, still glowing and pulsing with a colorless enchanted glow that suddenly turned a bright blue and disappeared into the young knights balls.

Gawain made a warding sign, but it did not stop the deep lust welling up inside him such that he plunged his bearded face in between the tight fleshy mounds of Chad's arse as he pulled them apart.

Shoving his tongue into the now exposed flower of Chad's bunghole, he acted like a man gone berserk with his need to get his tongue as deeply as he could into his brother knight. With one hand kneading and pulling the mans ball sack, the other rubbing his own growing and bulging crotch.

Chad writhed and squirmed under Gawain's ministrations until the larger man pulled away and then suddenly grabbed him and flipped him over on his back as if he were a child.

Chad's huge spindle, constrained by his position on the table and fully tumescent, now erected up like a Maypole born of a large tree.

Gawain immediately seized upon it with his mouth, taking the length of it deep into his throat, obsessed with a lust that demanded that he drain Chad's cods of all that they could yield--and yield they did.

Chad pumped and thrusted with his coming as Gawain retorted by sucking and swilling his huge rod, drinking in Chad's spew, and squeezing his plump eggs as if that would yield up more of the hot, thick elixir.

Gawain continued to engulf Chad's tool with his eager mouth long after it had given up the last of the man juice it contained and then ending without warning as Gawain was released from the geas.

The hulking man pulled back, in shock at what had happened. He had never done that to another man and the taste of Chad's cum remained in his mouth, reminding him of his defilement.

Chad, on the other hand, raised himself up off the table onto his elbows, a dreamy and contented smile on his face.

"You must never speak of what happened here!" Gawain bellowed at Chad menacingly.

"Why? What happened?"

Gawain turned to see the King standing in the doorway of the infirmary and his face drained of color.

"We were just finishing up my liege," Chad said happily as he literally jumped off the table and began pulling on his leggings, "Baron Brun gave Gawain an ointment to heal my wounds and it...well...worked like MAGIC!"

He turned to show his butt and thighs to the King, who looked amazed as he knew that Chad had not fared well after his beating earlier that day.

"What's with Gawain?" the King asked.

"Oh, that's just a side effect of the magic. You know Sire, 'magic comes with a price'. The salve drains energy from the man applying it to the one being healed. He's just tired and needs some rest."

Chad grinned hugely at the King, delighted with his deceptive save of Gawain's honor.

"Hmmm..." the King murmured, looking suspiciously at Gawain, "Well, hurumph, yes, I see. Gawain, go to your chambers and rest for the balance of the day."

"Yes Sire, thank you Sire!" The large knight bowed and quickly turned for the door.

"Sir Chad," the King continued, "now that you are feeling better perhaps you could accompany Sir Gawain to his chambers and give him a reciprocal rubdown, to help him sleep."

Gawain turned, his face draining of color once more, "No Sire, I mean, please, that won't be necessary and, and Sir Chad is just now recovering from his discipline. I assure you Sir, I will be fine, really."

"Oh, it's no bother for me," Chad exclaimed merrily, pulling his sword belt on and adjusting his codpiece.

"Well then, gentlemen, I leave it up to you and good day. Sir Chad, join Baron Brun and I for supper this evening in my private dining room after vespers."

"Yes Sire, thank you."

After the king left, Chad turned to Gawain, who remained staring at him with a peculiar mixture of loathing and affection. Chad noted that the jar of salve, sitting on the edge of the table, was completely empty and no longer glowing. He also noticed a slight bas relief of a dragon etched into the lid that he had not seen when the Baron handed the jar to Gawain earlier.

"I respect your wishes, brother knight," Chad said, smiling and winking, "but if you should change your mind, send a squire to fetch me."