"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.
