Warning: a bit of reluctant sex and blackmail; all characters are over 18.
Lord John Lothstone was a proud soldier, who now looked upon his eldest son, eighteen and following his footsteps. Graham was everything a father could want. Lord John hugged him tightly in the middle of the hall, among family, guests and servants.
"My son, you have been chosen to be with king's guard. There is no honor like this one."
Graham looked at his mother, who was tearing up. Even his father's soldiers seemed pleased, staring at him with a kind of silent pride in their eyes. Their lord's son was going to be a kingsguard; they saw it, though faint, as a connection to themselves.
He had received the news in front of everyone, but the letter had come that very morning, and Graham was the last one to know.
Hours later, his father visited him in his chambers.
"Son," John began, "do you know what happens now?"
"Yes, father. There is going to be an initiation ritual at the royal castle."
"That is correct, son. After that, you will be linked to the other knights of the guard. You won't be able to marry, and your brother will be the heir now."
"Does that make you happy, my lord?"
"Yes. For I know that there is nothing better than to be in the King's Guard. Even though you won't be able to return to us, I know you will carry on our legacy by the name you carry so dearly. We will always be remembered because of you."
Too much, Too fast. Graham didn't feel the joy everyone expected from him. He knew the reason. The stablemaster. Zeke was his name. The man who haunted his dreams, who drowned him in frustrated sexual anguish. All he could think of was that he was going away and would never have Zeke. He couldn't bear this thought. So, when his father left him alone, Graham lay on his bed and waited for the midnight of midnights, the hour of the slumber. When he was sure everyone was asleep, he arose, his mind made up. He wore his nightly clothes, loose breeches, soft white unbuttoned shirt, revealing his lightly tufted chest.
The stablemaster was up, taking care of the horses. That was something he had told Graham he did very often, he enjoyed his time alone with his horses. Graham thought there was no other man like Zeke. He knew that Zeke was a man who drew the eyes of every one. He was tall, fiery red hair, including his body hair, sharp face, thick with muscles. But it was more than that. Zeke was a good man. Gentle, fierce in his protection of the beasts he took care of. Graham was deeply affected for him, which was something he fiercely hid from everyone.
But today he felt like everything was slipping away from him. He would be able to manage if he could at least stay close enough to Zeke to smell him, to look at his body, the way his muscles would almost rip his clothes, his square muscle butt would pop out as he walked. Graham could dream of putting his head inside those cheeks and jerk off at night, at least he thought he could. Now things had changed. So he had to take urgent, careless steps to have taste of something he has been wishing for a very long time.
Zeke turned around. He saw Graham standing there, watching him. He wore a tight shirt and breeches, but everything was tight on Zeke. Graham's eyes were drawn towards the crotch area where he saw the packing of something big behind the fabric.
"Young lord?" Zeke said. "What are you..."
Graham knew he was about to do something very wrong. He still wanted to do it.
"Zeke, have you heard the news?"
He nodded, his broad shoulders slumping slightly.
"Are you going away, my lord?"
"I am, yes. I'll leave by the morrow. But I won't go before I take care of something that my heart desires very dearly. It has desired this for a very long time."
Zeke rubbed his hands on a tissue and stared at him innocently.
"What?"
"You, Zeke."
Zeke, for all he had in terms of the exterior, was slow to pick-up on some things.
"What do you mean, my lord?"
Graham felt his insides burning with guilt, fear and tension. There was still time to stop this madness, turn away. Zeke did not deserve this. Yet he stayed there, and heard his own voice as if it was somebody else speaking. He had never been so stern with Zeke before.
"You, Zeke. I wish to have you before I go, yes, sexually. I want to fuck you, fuck you like one of your stallions fuck a mare in heat."
Slowly, Zeke's face turned red. He seemed deeply calm, too calm, keeping his body still, in some unnatural way, and Graham felt that he had crossed a very dangerous line. Zeke was much bigger, much stronger, and could kill him easily. And Graham had just offended him in one of the most awful ways possible. He decided to keep going, too late now to turn back.
"My lord?" Zeke asked, as if those two words could carry all the meaning of his outrage. He said it very calmly, though.
"I do not have much time, Zeke. I am your lord's son. I am about to become even more powerful than just a lord of a piece of land in this kingdom. I am about to turn into a kingsguard. But even before that, I can still wreak havoc in your life, ruin your family, the lives of your wife and children. You know I can. It's a decision you must make at this very moment."
There was a long silence.
Zeke was a deep shade of red, almost the color of his own hair. But he came to a conclusion. Graham saw it in his eyes.
"You want to take me here? In the stables?"
Graham held his breath, trying not to reveal much of what he was feeling. There was still a lot of shame and fear, but something bigger came up, excitement. He walked over to Zeke, coming closer, each slow step taking him closer to the bigger man, whose eyes followed him mysteriously, having to look down more and more.
The stablemaster could kill Graham easily, it was something Graham found hard to forget and had to push past his fear.
Graham knew the danger he was in. But once he was so close that he could smell the sweat of his skin, mingled with the horse smell he carried for being so close to them all the time, Zeke averted his gaze, defeated.
"This is the perfect place, don't you think?" Graham asked, putting a confidence in his voice that he had to bring from the deepest parts of his being, or else he would faint. He raised a hand to his chin and brought his face towards his own, so they were staring at each other closely.
Zeke was visibly shaking. For his size, it was more like a deep rumbling of his chest.
"And how-" he said, voice hoarse. He cleared his throat. "And how will you do it?"
"First, you kneel in front of your lord."
And he did. By the Gods, the huge man knelt. He was so big that his face was now in front of Graham's navel. He was now the one looking up on Graham. There was some defiance in his blue eyes. Graham knew that he had lost the respect he had so deeply cherished, but the price was worth it. Zeke was on his knees, ready to serve.
"Open your mouth," Zeke said.
"Lord Graham, anyone could come in..."
A finger slipped in his mouth, shutting him up. His eyes grew wide. Graham thought it was funny, and his cock twitched for some reason, like he enjoyed surprising the big ginger.
The red cheeks seemed to acquire an even deeper shade of crimson. Reluctanty, Zeke accepted the finger in his mouth. Graham rubbed the finger around the lips, expecting to have it bitten off, such was the intensity of the gaze he was receiving, and the tension on that hardened face. But Zeke allowed him to roam his lips, and to press a finger inside his mouth, feeling the warmth of his tongue.
Graham held the face with both hands.
"Now kiss me, like you kiss your wife," he said.
Zeke resisted, turned his head, but allowed it to be brought back by force. His lips stayed shut while Graham protruded his tongue, trying to get in.
Then, surprisingly, his mouth opened, and Graham started to go crazy inside it. He thrust his tongue, kissed him as if he was mad. He left the stablemaster, he realized after pulling back for just a moment, breathless. Zeke was theoretically more experienced in the ways of life, and yet he was left a little dazed by the young lord, breathless, and you might even say, a little flushed. He kept kissing him. More and more, until Zeke was letting out small grunts of pleasure.
As the bigger man became hesitantly more receptive, Graham began to undress him slowly, taking the shirt, then lowering his breeches.
"You're enjoying this," Graham said, amused. He grabbed the hardened shaft of the poor, breathless stablemaster. It was a long, thick member, with a red forest at the base. It appeared to have an even deeper shade of red. The member pulsated in his hands. "Those are strong veins," Zeke said.
Zeke stared down at his own cock, as if he couldn't believe Graham was touching it, or that he was hard at all.
"I am not enjoying it," Zeke said, but he sounded weak. The poor man sounded guilty.
Graham rubbed his nipples, pinched them hard. They were hard too, erect just like the cock of their owner.
