Chapter 4

I rather vigorously pounded young Guaedret from behind, just a dozen minutes after I had taken a young monk who submitted to my advances. Since both happened in the presence of Bishop Heinz and Brother Luis, the Prior, the latter would naturally assume that I was simply a bugger. I would have to correct that in time. The former, of course, knew better as I had confessed to adultery with Derwa already. In any case, I made a point of buggering Guaedret in front of everyone as another demonstration of my dominance over the priory. If I could freely and openly sodomize a youth right before their eyes, there was no question of my ascendancy over them.

“You have a rather nice and tight arse, just as a lad of fifteen should have, you little bum boy!” I commented as I rammed the young man in the open.

“Thank you, m’lord!” he groaned his thanks as I grunted and drove deeper up his bottom.

“I shall find you a wife in good time, but even then, you shall remain my bum boy, are we clear?” I demanded of him.

“As you wish, m’lord,” Guaedret winced, even as he welcomed yet another stroke of my cock up his rump.

“You’re a knight of the Duke of Cornwall, a man of my guard. Sir Godfrey, one of the first Knights Warder, companions and servitors of the Duke. Your father and brother-in-law are also Knights Warder. Sir Kenneth and Sir Trevor, as I recall. You shall need to adapt to your new rank and station, but never forget that I am the man who brought you up and raised you high when you were low. I shall not forget that your family took me in and gave me a bed and your service first. You shall rise very high indeed as long as you continue to obey and serve me well,” I assured him, tucking him under the chin as I came inside him and admired his firm, smooth buttocks.

I washed my cock again with a rather wet cloth that I claimed for my needs, and then I began stroking my new lover’s dick to make him cum, too. He couldn’t last very long, not with my jizz in his bunghole to remind him that I had just buggered him. I squeezed his cheeks and played with his bum to reinforce my ownership, not that he objected. In fact, the more that I caressed his prick and his balls, the closer that he came to his release, until he at last shuddered and spent himself in my hands. I chuckled at this new predicament and brought my hands to his mouth.

“Lick your hands clean, good lad. When you are finished, pull up your trousers and get on some armor, as should the rest of my men. We ride out before dawn and take Exeter! They will not see us coming, boys!” I declared, knowing that the chaos in the city and the element of surprise might well suffice to help my bold plan succeed.

It was some time around midnight by now, but I had no desire for sleep. I was far too enthused with my dream of capturing the city of Exeter and staking my claim to both Cornwall and Devonshire to even contemplate slumber, even a nap. Part of me wondered if perhaps the amulet gave me more stamina, which would explain why I was able to recover my arousal and erections sooner than before. I felt increased vigor, that was certain, but I was yet to understand why I did. It somehow seemed tied to the amulet, at least, which was good news for me. I hoped that said amulet would give me an edge in the upcoming assault upon Exeter.

We all went to the nearest stables and grabbed more horses we could take from the priory, but there was a catch. Treave was a horrid horseman, and he was only marginally worse than Guaedret, not to mention Kenal. None of the men with me were particularly good equestrians, and so my own limited experience made me the best rider among us. It stood to reason, since they were peasants. Since when did the lowborn mount horses and ride them into battle? Each man kept getting thrown from the new horses, so for now, Shetland ponies were used in lieu of stallions as they adapted to horsemanship, a necessary art of knighthood. I, on the other hand, took to the back of my mount a lot better.

Of course, Guaedret was also very uncomfortable riding his pony, as his bum was rather sore still from the buggering that I gave him earlier. He managed to stay mounted nonetheless, his will rather fierce not to disappoint me after all. We lost some useful time getting thrown from horses and one man was never whole again, his back broken before he could ever have another chance. He died within the hour of the priors finding him, as they resorted to some dubious methods exacerbated by horrible medieval hygiene. It was very unfortunate, but I didn’t have time to mourn him, of course. I had a city to capture.

Despite the fact of precious time wasted, we managed to ride into town just as the dawn broke and some rather groggy sentries of the town militia took up their posts. They mostly acted from habit, as far as I could tell, and they were not ready for a force of mounted warriors, even peasants, riding into their fair city to assail them. I struck first, wielding my warhammer that bashed one poor burgher’s head in, of course. That was the signal and the others wielded spears, axes, spades, hammers, etc. as they cut their way through what passed for town defenses into the city.