Dungeons and Dragons

By the time the Vespers bell tolled, Chad had changed into his finest doublet, his woolen leggings and his prized codpiece that the King had given him after he killed the dragon Panthax. He was looking forward to his next dragon quest because he had grown weary of taking out knights and noblemen that had angered the King.

As he approached the King's private dining salon the guard vassals came to attention and blocked his passage by crossing their halberds.

"Look guys, it's me, Sir Chad. Remember, I ran jousting practice just the other day with you two."

"Yes, Sir, we know you. The King asked that we detain you until he calls for you."

"Oh, I see, very good, men. I'll wait out here then."

Chad thought, 'The old goat is probably giving the Baron a good earful about me', loud laughter could be heard coming from the dining alcove, 'probably laughing about me.'

"Look, did either of you let the King know that I was here?" he suddenly asked the guards.

The two vassals looked at each other, shrugging. "Well!?" Chad demanded.

One of the guards leaned over into the doorway, "Sire, Sir Chad is here."

"Well send him in fool," the Kings voice boomed from inside the room. Chad gave a dirty look to the vassal and stepped through the portal.

"My finest knight!" the King exclaimed as Chad entered the brightly lit dining room, a huge fire blazing on the hearth.

Baron Brun was sitting at the huge table covered with foodstuffs and now rose to greet Chad, offering his arm in the traditional forearm clasp between knights. Chad accepted his greeting and bowed slightly, acknowledging the Baron's rank, and then turned to bow to the King.

"Sit young man, and eat, drink--you must have some of this wine that the Baron brought. It's French, isn't it?"

"Yes Sire, from the Burgundy region, I think it goes well with the beef."

Chad was famished and immediately followed their instruction, hacking off a large slab of the roast before him and allowing the Baron to fill his chalice. As he dove into his food, the two older men looked on.

Chad continued to attack the feast with gusto until he realized that both his superiors were watching him intently.

Slowing down a bit and then taking a gulp of the wine, he asked "Sirs, is something wrong?"

The King let out a huge guffaw, slapping his thigh as he tipped his chalice towards Chad.

"We're just amazed, and jealous I might add, at how you attack the feast with such abandon, my boy. Am I not correct Baron?"

"Yes, Sire, indeed. It is both amusing and wistful to watch him eat!"

Chad cocked his head and gave a lopsided smile before resuming his wolf-like consumption. After a bit, he finished, taking a long swig of the wine following which the Baron refilled his chalice.

"Before you arrived," the King began, "we were talking about your injuries and the enchanted balm that the Baron had provided."

"Yes, Sire, that ointment was miraculous. Now that you mention it, I wanted to ask the Baron why the likeness of a dragon was carved upon the lid of its container."

"Well, Sir Knight," the Baron responded with a sly smile, "if you must know, it was not an 'enchanted balm' per se, but the spunk of a dragon, which in itself has peculiar and magical properties."

The king again let loose with a loud guffaw as Chad's mouth dropped open, then the knight exclaimed "So Sir Gawain smeared my backside with dragon cum?"

"I am afraid so," the Baron said consolingly, "but it did have the desired effect, did it not?"

"I suppose so," Chad said, regretting eating that last oyster and now fully realizing Gawain's 'side effect' behavior.

"Sir Chad, I wish to look at the areas of your wounds from the sword whipping," the King said nonchalantly as he sipped his wine.

"Sire? Now? Here?"

"Yes, stand and disrobe," the King ordered, never one for long explanations or excuses.

Chad stood, he was a trained knight and even though he briefly questioned his liege, he would not fail to comply with an order--and the King's wish is an order. For the fourth time that day he pulled off his clothes, first his sword belt, then his doublet.

As he pulled the doublet off both the King and the Baron stared at his chiseled physique that was randomly highlighted by scars of many sword fights. After his boots, codpiece and leggings he was naked and turned away from the table so that his back was to the noblemen.

"Not a mark on him. Amazing!" the King exclaimed, "here, bend over this stool."

Chad complied, now bent over as he was earlier in the day when he received his bruising whipping in the dungeon.

"It is a powerful agent," the Baron agreed, "and he is clearly one of the most handsome and well-proportioned knights I have seen in some time. One just has an urge to redden those tight hindquarters."

"Redden who's hindquarters?" came a voice from the back of the room, it was the Queen.

"Ah, my dear, come in," the King laughed, "we were just discussing Sir Chad here."

Chad didn't know whether to stay as he was or stand and greet the Queen. He decided to stay where he was, but now he was flush with embarrassment.

"I would say our good knight is already reddened," the Queen said, now standing behind Chad and making his flush go deeper.

"Dear, come to bed, you know I hate going to bed alone," and as she said that, the Queen was looking longingly at Sir Chad, in particular his backside and cods, and the Baron wondered if Sir Chad's exploits extended into her bedchamber.

"Very well, how can a king refuse his queen?" the King replied as he stood, then turning to Chad said "Now, Sir Chad, why don't you indulge the Baron? It's important that he know his place with you."

Chad looked up at the king, "Oh please Sire, I really don't think I could handle another sword whipping today."

"Who said anything about a 'sword whipping'? Get yourself over the Baron's knee for some good old fashioned squire drill. Let us retire my lady, no need to continue embarrassing Sir Chad, he is off with the Baron on the morrow."

Chad had stood and bowed to his rulers as they left the chamber arm-in-arm, then he sighed and turned to the Baron, who had moved away from the table and now gestured the young knight towards his lap.

The Baron was the same age as the King, but where the King was like a bear, the Baron was like a hawk. The King was the same height as Chad, but twice as stocky and as heavily-muscled as Gawain.

The Baron, in contrast, was almost a hand taller than the king with sharp aquiline features and hair that was coiffed straight up into a plateau across the top of his head, giving an appearance like a mailed helmet. Most striking about the Baron, however, were his icy blue eyes that cold-smoldered like light dancing through ice.

Chad took his place, his hands outstretched to the floor, his legs splayed behind him. The Baron rubbed Chad's firm backside with his hand, feeling the tightness of the young knights musculature. Then he slipped his hand between Chad's legs to fondle and weigh his cods--this causing an immediate quickening in Chad's cock, which was now trapped between the Baron's legs.

Chad squirmed, surprised at how cold the Baron's hands were, his ballocks instinctively attempting a retreat as the Baron squeezed them, his butt chilling at the cold touch. The Baron's other hand was on Chad's shoulder, steadying him. That hand too was cold and Chad shivered slightly.

Suddenly the Baron brought his hand back and slapped Chad's very white ass with his outstretched palm.

"One Sir!" Chad yelled.

"You don't need to count," the Baron said gently, "this isn't a punishment. Besides, there is no need to advertise this to the vassals standing guard."

The Baron again slapped Chad's behind and began picking up the pace, alternating across his buttocks and slowly reddening the skin. Now Chad was fidgeting wildly and panting as the cold stinging slaps increased in intensity and as suddenly as they began, they stopped.

"Stand, Sir Knight," the Baron commanded, "well taken!"

Chad stood, rubbing his reddened backside gingerly and not quite sure what to do next. His cock stood out like a pole and he wondered if this peculiar encounter might be over soon so that he could retreat to his quarters. Then the Baron did something Chad did not expect, the nobleman slipped out of his chair and onto his knees, quickly pulling the younger man's sizable spindle into his mouth.

Chad moaned as the Baron sucked on his tool, but even still wondered at why even the lord's mouth was as cold as his hands. Chad shivered as the Baron placed both his hands around his backside, pulling him harder and faster as his cold tongue flicked the end of his meat. As the Baron kneaded Chad's backside, the coldness of his hands soothed the inflamed skin.

What neither man noted was the glowing of Chad's codpiece where it lay on the pile of his clothes. It ebbed with a pale blue light, pulsing in synchrony with the Baron's attention to Chad's rod.

At last Chad could hold back no longer, the gush of his relief pouring down the Baron's throat. The older man did not spill a drop, but sucked greedily on the young knight, long after the last of his juice was drained.

The Baron pulled back and sat on his haunches, a satisfied look on his face. Chad just stared and it seemed that somehow the Baron looked more youthful and was displaying a warm ruddiness in his cheeks that was not there before.

"Get dressed," the Baron stated as he rose to retake his seat, "we must discuss your quest."

As Chad pulled his clothes on, his codpiece no longer glowing, the Baron returned to his seat and poured each of them another chalice of wine.

"I will not be traveling with you tomorrow as planned earlier, but will be leaving after dinner as I have pressing business at my keep that will not wait. You will travel with my servant, Yorick, who will also be driving a wagon with a tool that I had built by the King's armorer to fight the dragon."

"I see, Sir" Chad nodded and sipped his wine, "I don't see a problem with that."

"Very well, Sir Knight, good travels! Stay and finish the wine and continue to enjoy the king's feast."

"Thank you, Sir," Chad responded, standing and bowing to the Baron, who quickly made his exit.

As Chad reached for more food, he thought that somehow the whole thing, the Baron, the King, the dragon and now this vassal named Yorick along with a mysterious 'tool' was just too strange. He sighed and bit into a mince pie.