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The Iron Baron
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The Iron Baron
As an historian and college professor, I enjoy living in England. Old documents are always turning in libraries and old monasteries. I am never at a loss for historical studies to publish, but it a s a cocksman that I was fascinated by an old diary I found in an alcove in a castle in Nottingha.
The diary spoke of sexual exploits, so I didn't announce its discovery to the college...I took it hofor my own pleasure. I translated its Old English, and I found a marvelous account of cocksuckingi he 11th Century. Here it is, verbatim:
I entered the Baron's service as a youth, a stripling of 18. My family was wondrous poor, s that I indentured myself to His Grace to take a mouth from my father's table.
I remember my presentation to the Baron as if it were yesterday. As I walked down the hall his audience chamber, maids and servants troubled me when I saw them making the sign of the cross sIpassed by. "What, do I go to some fearful fate?" I asked, but they scampered away and would notanwe.
I entered the audience chamber, and there sat His Grace Robert deBretonne, Baron of TraloneyI had seen him only from a distance before, always astride his horse. Men called him "the Iron Bao. Now, a stone's through away, I saw he was a mighty man, indeed. I knelt before him.
For a long moment he looked at me, then he bade me stand. He looked me up and down, and, shless, I also looked back at him. What a huge man he was. He stood at least 18 hands high, and heloed as heavy as a bull.
In spite of the armor he wore, I could tell that underneath them (indeed, the lust already hbegun as I imagined him without clothes) he was not fat, but rather hard with muscle. No wonder te alled him the Iron Baron.
When he spoke, his voice was deep and rasping. "I shall make thee, young varlet, my body-sent. What doust thou think of that?"
I dropped to the ground again. "I am grateful, Your Grace."
"Thou shalt attend me this very night," he went on, "upon my return from Edward's castle." stood up and left the room, dismissing me. I hurried from the hall. Outside, a few maids and butesgathered around me.
"What am I to do when he calleth for me?" I asked them. "I have never been a body-servant bre." They looked at each other with grim faces.
"What he will require of thee will be easy to perform, perhaps difficult to accept," said a ler. "Nonetheless, relax thee, young man. Now thy fate is as plain and as sure as the baron's dc.
I was astonished by such bold language, especially in front of ladies, but none of them seemoffended or even surprised by it. "Thou shalt learn why they call him the Iron Baron. We have al et of his iron," he added cryptically.
That made me fearful. Did he beat his servants with an iron rod, as I had heard some overlo did? None of the servants would answer me, however, and gradually they left me, moving back to terduties.
Worried, I wandered around the castle a bit, ending up in an empty room in the outer wall. e baron's dick, the baron's dick." I could not get those words out of my mind. I felt my pike grwn in my breeches as I thought of what a sword milord must carry. I looked out over the courtyard
I saw a baron's man, one of his knights, pissing against a wall near the stables. I craned head to watch. I loved to see a man's weapon, and this man had a good one.
I had never told anyone what a thrill it was for me to see a man's cock. Whenever I worked ihe fields with the men of the village, and one of them stepped away to piss, I tried to go with hi,sying I needed to piss as well.
I casually glanced at his John Thomas when he took it from his breeches. Looking at a man'smber made me feel strange.
I never missed the opportunity to swim naked in the river when the village men went there. oved the deliciously wicked feeling of warmth I got in my crotch when I saw a mans big dick swingigbtween his legs and his balls moving ponderously as he strode around nude.
Overcome with the lust, I rubbed my hot crotch for a few moments as I watched the pissing knt vent his yellow stream upon the wall. I pulled down my breeches and took out my swollen cock.
Is there a delight so exquisite as such play? I watched in awe as my soft, wriggling worm led his head in challenge, swelling his chest and blushing in warrior's excitement. As I pulled myhn back over his helmet, he sent great waves of delight to my aching groin, and I stroked him fondy. "eah, John Thomas," I whispered to him, for such I heard the male member called by some rude bos i th marketplace, "you are my one true friend who never betrays."
I thought of the baron's dick, the one the servants had spoken so grimly of. What manner ofn was he?
In my fantasy, propelled by my rapidly growing frenzy, I dreamed of him pulling down his brhes before me, parading back and forth, the owner of a titanic cock so long it dragged upon the flo. My mouth watered, almost as if it wanted to suck such a thing. I gasped. Could I do someth so rude?
In answer, John Thomas grew even greater, and he sent jolting jabs of ecstasy through my bodovercoming me with waves of bliss. I lifted my head in joy, leaning back against the wall, and JonTomas spoke in great spurts of white, sticky jizzum. Puddles of slimy degradation lay all about e n he floor, slowly sucking up the dust. I moved quickly out of the room. Let someone else explin ow hose puddles came to be there!
Outside, a page came running. "Young man, young man," he called, "the baron doth seek thee!I hurried with him to the baron's bed chamber. The page did not enter with me, but stood looking a estrangely as I announced myself and opened the door upon the baron's call.
He stood there, still in the ornate armor he wore at the time of my presentation. "Thy firsuty, my strong young knave," he said, "is to remove me from my armor."
I hurried to him, reaching clumsily to unfasten the gold-inlaid plates, not knowing what to "It is not difficult, fair youth," he growled. "I shall help thee this once, and thou shalt do taone henceforth."
He showed me where the straps connected, and I loosened them, removing his shoulder plates. fastening more straps, I opened the body armor, and it came off him in two pieces.
I was so awed, I caught my breath. He heard that and looked at me with a strange smile. "Athou pleased with what thou see?" he asked.
"Yes, Milord," I answered. "Never have I seen such a powerful man as thee." The armor was the outline of a massive man's chest and belly. I had thought it was only decorative, but when itdoped away from the baron, I saw it was in his perfect likeness.
He wore a linen shirt under the armor, but his muscles were plain to see. My cock twitched.
He held out his arms for me to remove the metal guards, and as I did, he flexed his muscles me. Huge slabs of sinew rippled under his skin. Touching him made me a little dizzy.
The baron looked at me sternly. "What, ho, varlet? Dost thou grow sporting with me, thy li lord?"
I was stunned. What had I done? I followed his glance, and I saw he was staring at my crot Looking down, I saw that I had a great bone in my breeches, a bulge that reached out as if I coneld a capon in there. I immediately blushed with shame.
I saw him smile. "Young man, I take that as a compliment from thy youthful body to my old, repit one."
I blurted out, "Oh no, Milord, thou art anything but decrepit! Never have I seen such a greman as thou art!" I blushed again for my impudence.
He looked at me levelly. "Then continue to strip me, young man," he said, "and tell me whatou think when thou hast removed my codpiece."
His codpiece! All knights wore exaggerated metal canisters over their dicks. It made them k more virile, more powerful, more manly.
Whenever we saw them riding by, I had admired such big male members, but I knew that what laithin was never as large as its container. I was eager to take off the baron's codpiece, nonethees
I hurriedly stripped from him the other pieces of his armor, and I unhooked it. God in heav his huge was only a cramped quarter for his stallion's weapon.
Only on ponies had I ever seen such a cock! Gorblimey, it was every bit of 2 hands long, ans round as a wagonpole!
It stuck out, hard as iron and dangerous like a great catapult between his legs. It was allligreed with red, and pink, and royal purple veins, knotted and gnarled like an ancient oak branch
He looked at me for a long time. "Now suck it!" he commanded.
I looked up in dismay. "Milord, please, I have never done such an evil thing," I said quiet
"Wouldst thou call jacking thyself off in my tower room this afternoon evil, too?" he demand
What? He knew? Seeing my astonishment, he said, "Beware what thou doest in this castle, yo knave. Secret passages and hidden windows make private activities very public. Dost thou not wiht suck this great cock? Answer me!"
Remembering my fantasy of earlier in the day and how my mouth had watered for his cock, I maup my mind. As answer, I opened my lips and took that huge, fat, noble organ into my mouth! I col eel it swelling up on my tongue.
My first cocksucking! The dark-purple cockhead throbbed in my mouth. The blavk hole dribble thread of sex-liquor.
I fell in love with it. I sucked it worshipfully, feeling feverish and hot.
The baron was in high spirits. He rammed his hips at my mouth, and I, almost choked. I reld my throat, fighting the urge to retch, and I swallowed that big pole until I felt his noble cockar, which smelled of sweat and that heady odor of sperm, scratching at my nose.
He grunted something to me, something in a pleased tone, and he ran his hands through my hai I glanced up at the baron's face.
His eyes were closed in either agony, or ecstasy. My head see-sawed back and forth on his bpipe, and his ass cheeks hunched up with his approaching orgasm. I licked my tongue around his coked, tasting the sour taste of his piss and pre-cum.
The baron groaned aloud as I worked him over. Again I sucked his cock in deep, swallowing iown my throat.
I frigged it, too, raising up one of my hands and grasping that mighty truncheon. He moanedppily, as I pushed him over the edge.
"Aaaaannngh!" he hissed. I swallowed fast as great gobs of his royal sperm came shooting ou It did not taste bad, I thought.
I sucked for more. He gasped and panted and trembled. With my tongue rasping under his cocad, on that magic spot, I drove him crazy and made his orgasm last for several minutes.
The baron finally pulled out and back away, sweating, exhausted. "Naughty boy," he said, "whath taught thee to do that"?
"No one, Milord, thou art the first."
"Zounds, my man, thou hast the most talented mouth I have ever fucked," he panted. "Here, c massage my dick as I enjoy the sweet afterglow of thy suckings." He dropped back onto his great aoied bed.
I crawled up beside him, handling his smoldering cock, placing occasional kisses upon it, plully nipping it betimes. "Oh, God," the baron gasped, "thou art more than I can withstand! Help eof with these underclothes!"
I helped him strip off his undershirt (the little slip his cock had been slung in had been ked off long ago). He was totally naked, not a fit sight for gentle people...nakedness is the rooto ll evil because the root of all evil grows hard and long at the sight of nakedness (thank God).
I was intoxicated by the sight of his mighty chest, his immense muscles, the rippled washboaof his belly. My root of All-Evil grew hard as a stake. He noticed.
"Do thou strip likewise," he commanded, and he helped me pull off all my clothes. Soon we led at each other as bare as on our borning-days.
"A truly nice cock thou hast," he murmured. "Let me suck from that."
To my astonishment, His Grace bent his head down and sucked at my cock, which was as hard aseel. I was so overcome with lust I blasted immediately, filling his mouth with my peasant's spunk
He drank it in, then pulled away. "Cheeky youth thou art," he laughed, strings of my semen bbling from his lips. "Now I shall take my pay."
He turned me over on my hands and knees. He reached for some vessel beside the bed, scooped a handful from it, and slapped it against my ass. He had smeared me with grease of some sort.
He moved behind me, and he mounted me like a stallion. I felt his giant organ pushing up at tender asshole, and in my aroused state, I wriggled my bum to help him drill it in.
I could hear him panting behind me, and in his passion he sucked at my ear, sticking his ton into it, nibbling at my earlobe. Nothing had ever made me so hot and carnal as that feeling, andwe with a grunt he punched past my tight asshole, the pain, which was excruciating, which made me ryou, was somehow lessened by the great thirsting need I had to be fucked by this giant of a man.
With lunge after lunge, he buried his blunt weapon in my gut. The more he rocked back and fh, the more slimy his cock became, and my pain grew less and less. Finally the pain was supersede ypanting lust.
A great wave of warmth and sexual arousal swept over me, starting at my asshole, driven by strokes of my liege lord, the horny warrior. Oh, God, that felt so good!
Finally I heard him starting his agony. "Ohhhhhh," he moaned, and I actually felt the fires his ejaculation spreading out from his bollocks. His groin felt like an oven, a blacksmith's fir. In a fever of delight, I felt his poker pumping round after round of searing hot semen into as. It boiled into my guts, keeping me afire.
He held his cock in me, lying against me, trembling, enjoying every instant of his orgasm. queezed my ass-cheeks on his cock, prolonging his ecstasy.
"ah, sweet youth, thou art everything I need," he panted. He fell back off me onto the bed,eating and gasping. "Thou shalt sleep with me every night," he said. "Come here, let me kiss the. I kissed him full on the mouth, tasting some of my own jizzum, feeling his tongue exploring my mut.
I stayed with he baron for many years, eating and drinking at his table, eating and drinkingtween his legs. When he was slain at the Battle of Hastings, I wept sore for him for many months. Ultimately I retired to this monastery. No one could ever replace the Iron Baron.
When I finished reading that horny diary, my cock was so hard I knew I had to cum or go crazy. I pud my hard dick out and pressed the intercom button for my secretary. He knows me very well.
Soon we were 69ing on the floor. For a long time we gently sucked one another's rock-hard shafts. bodies floated and our minds spun. Tongues lapped at swelling cockheads, piss-slits pressed agais heeks and throats.
In the same rhythm, mouths slid up and down on slick, ever-hotter pipes. I was in heaven.
Soon I saw the lust-glaze cover his eyes, his drool slavering down over my dick, and I knew he was p the point of no return. I, too, couldn't stop.
He hunched against me for a few moments, and after one big lunge that slid me back so my head bangedainst the wall, he let out a long, aroused groan, and he spit his cum deep in my throat.
At precisely that moment, my cock jettisoned a marvelous load of Old English spunk, giving him back good as he gave. God, it was wonderful!
Isn't it great what ancient literature can inspire?
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