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"I’ll take the letter to Troskowitz," Hans announced to the meeting of lords: Radzig, Hanush, Sir Divish, Margrave Jobst and his entourage. "I'll go visit Van Bergow at his castle and we'll see what he tells me."
Hanush looked almost proud of Hans when his nephew volunteered, and Hans preened.
"Remember what we said, my boy, all you have to do is deliver the letter, listen to the answer, and come back here. Don't provoke Bergow in any way."
"Provoke? Me? Never, Uncle..." Hans smirked, "And I'd like Henry to come with me."
"Why not?" Sir Radzig spoke up from his seat at the table. "He's proven himself to be a good bodyguard if anything should happen." The lord inclined his head at Hans, giving his permission for Henry to go, much to Hans' amusement.
If Hanush and Radzig only knew what role Henry truly played for Hans.
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Sir Hans Capon, Lord of Pirkstein, owned many valuable things: a treasury, two castles and an estate twice the size of any nearby fortresses.
But his most valuable, and most prized possession …was his loyal service hound. A trained blacksmith, a nobleman’s bastard son, and a brave and faithful knight in all ways but name: Henry of Skalitz.
After a few short months of Hans' clever training, Henry was his obedient and attentive Good Boy. Whether he was loyally answering his lord’s nightly desires in Rattay, on his knees in Hans’ room, or serving as Hans’ armored escort. He was the nobleman’s protective guard dog.
Hans waited for Henry that night after the meeting of the lords, and before too long, Henry arrived at Hans' bedroom door. He was fully clothed, but Hans saw the soft leather collar peeking out above the neckline of Henry’s light armor.
“Are we to leave for Trosky tomorrow morning, My Lord?”
“Yes. We ride tomorrow. Are you prepared?”
Henry nodded and Hans gestured for Henry to come inside, locking the door behind them.
"You’re in trouble, Henry."
Hans’ ass stung. Not from the abuse of Henry’s girth, but from the arrow that had lodged itself in the upper part of his buttock in the middle of their infiltration mission at Talmberg.
Worse than the arrow wound, was what had happened when the healers undressed him to access his wounds.
“What?!” Henry frowned, those big blue puppy eyes confused. “What for, My Lord? Do you need me to look at your wound...”
“Exactly! That’s exactly the problem. My wound! When the healers undressed me, they saw quite the surprise, Henry... Your teeth marks and handprints!”
Henry looked properly shamed, rightfully so, looking down at the ground like a puppy getting scolded for chewing its master's shoes.
“Sir, I didn’t mean to—“
“Quiet.”
Hans was rightfully upset. If the healers had not been too scared to confront their lord about the marks there might have been serious consequences.
“Lucky for you I was able to convince them that some mangy dog had bitten me and they let it go.”
“I'm sorry, My L-“
Hans lifted a finger, silencing him.
“It seems my Good Boy needs a repeat lesson on self control. …Strip.”
Henry looked confused, not sure if Hans was mad anymore if he was still ordering him to undress. But Hans made sure to give him his most stern and disappointed look, gesturing for his hound to hurry up.
Obediently, those big sword calloused hands lifted to pull at belts loops and buttons, dropping pieces of armor, until Henry was naked.
Naked. Except for the collar. The soft leather collar that Hans had put on him, and Henry had still not taken off.
Hans' heart hammered in his chest at the sight of it.
It looked good on Henry, especially when he was wearing nothing else… but Hans refused to be distracted.
“Let’s see how well my Good Boy can control himself.” He stroked over the battle shaped bruises on Henry’s abdomen, following upward along the line of muscle leading to Henry’s bare chest.
Using one finger to wrap around the collar on Henry’s throat, he led his hound gently toward the desk.
“Sit.”
Henry moved to take the desk chair and Hans stopped him, pointing to the ground next to the chair instead.
“On the floor.”
Henry hesitated, glancing at Hans uncertainly, and Hans gave him a very pointed look. Henry acquiesced and sunk to the floor on his knees with a loud thump.
“All the way.” Hans tapped Henry’s knee with his boot and Henry sat all the way down onto his heels.
Satisfied by Henry’s placement, Hans slid into the empty chair and sat down.
“Before we leave for Troskowitz, Uncle Hanush implored me re-write the letter Jobst drafted for Van Bergow.” On his desk, Hans pushed aside the plate of food the servants had brought him hours ago and made room for paper and quill.
Henry was listening from his spot on the floor, brow furrowed with thought. “Why do you have to re-write it, if I may ask, Sir?”
Hans smirked, his clever boy.
“Here’s a little secret for you, Henry... Uncle can’t read.” Hans rolled out the letter on his desk. “Which means I have to be the one to double check it for him. Plus, it’ll look better in my handwriting. Jobst’s handwriting is dogshit.”
Henry looked surprised at the new information about Sir Hanush, but clearly held his tongue. He wasn’t about to comment about nobles who couldn’t read.
Once everything was set up the way he liked it, Hans was ready to transcribe the letter. He got comfortable in his seat and opened the ink bottle.
“Your punishment, Henry, will be sitting here quietly like a good boy until I am done with the letter.“ He reached out with his unoccupied hand and pat Henry’s head. “Can you do that for me, Good Boy?”
Henry pressed into Hans' touch when Hans' fingers scratched lightly at his scalp, nodding his head. Henry leaned down to rest his cheek on Hans' thigh, content to be pet.
Hans began to transcribe the message while Henry huffed a breathy sigh of pleasure each time Hans' fingers stroked through his hair and Hans noticed Henry’s short hair had grown longer over the few months they had known each other, just long enough to pull.
Hans was determined not to be distracted by his good boy so he concentrated on his work, knowing he had to finish re-writing the letter before they would be able to leave tomorrow. Taking his time, Hans carefully transcribed each character with care, until the ink bottle started to run dry and his stroke got thin and light.
Henry had grown quiet and Hans assumed his hound had fallen asleep on his lap. After all, they had both been through a rather large and stressful battle at Talmberg and it wouldn’t surprise Hans if Henry was exhausted from saving Radzig and losing Toth in the same fight merely a day ago.
But, when he looked down, Henry was not asleep. Henry was gazing at the food that had been pushed to the side of Hans’ desk.
Hans felt a tug on his heart, and a rush of blood to his dick. His hound was so predictable.
“Hungry, boy?”
Henry’s eyes darted back to Hans, a sparkle of interest.
Asking if Henry was hungry was a double sided coin.
In terms of their under-negotiated relationship, it either meant food or sex.
Henry’s eyes grew lidded, the puppy blue darkening to lustful black as he licked his lips.
“Aye. I am hungry, Sir.” Henry slid one hand up onto Hans’ knee, big calloused thumb pressing along Hans' inner thigh.
Han's excitement made his breath catch. He tried to hide the shiver in his voice, but had to swallow it down.
“No hands.”
Henry’s brow furrowed and he reluctantly removed his hand from where it had been sliding up toward the laces of Hans' braies. He tucked both hands behind his back and held them there.
Satisfied with Henry’s obedience, Hans reached for the plate of forgotten food and grabbed a bite-sized piece of fruit, holding it to his hound's hungry lips. He watched as Henry opened his mouth for the morsel and then closed his lips around Hans' fingers, sucking the sticky sweet flavor from Hans’ skin. Hans cock twitched at the brush of Henry's tongue.
“I suppose I can’t be too mad at you, can I?” Hans couldn’t look away as Henry licked the nobleman’s finger tips down to his knuckle and then over his open palm. “After all, you did carry me out of Talmberg on your back.” Hans slid his fingers out of Henry's mouth and stroked Henry’s wet lips. Hans reached for another piece of food, but as Henry took the piece of fruit this time, his teeth grazed Hans finger tips purposefully. A gentle bite.
Hans pulled his fingers from Henry’s mouth, giving his most scalding expression. “No teeth! Lest you forget, that’s why you are in trouble in the first place.”
"Sorry, My Lord." Henry looked scolded, bowing to rest his head against Hans' thigh again. Very close to where Hans was already half hard in his braies.
Hans swallowed, determined to stay strict, but distracted by the way Henry was nuzzling his face higher on his thigh and farther into his lap.
“You can show me you’re sorry by being good while I finish this letter.”
Hans had just started to re-fill the ink bottle when Henry leaned in and dragged his tongue over the fabric covering Hans' half-hard erection.
Hans hips jumped at the warm pressure through the thin cloth, spilling the ink bottle he was holding onto the floor.
“Fuck, fuck!” Hans gasped, grabbing for Henry’s head as the man on his knees pressed open mouth kisses across his cock through the material.
“I’ll be gentle this time.” Henry lifted his head, eyes gazing up pleadingly. Henry’s hands were still behind his back and he was putting the full force of his puppy dog look into his begging. "Please, Sir."
Hans didn’t want to admit it, but Henry begging to fuck him was making his cock harder than ever.
“It’s a three day ride to Troskowitz and I’m not sure my arse can take it.” Hans swallowed hard, reaching down and starting to unlace his braies. “Also…. You’ve been rather bold lately, I’m not quite sure you deserve a treat.”
Henry had a tendency of forgetting his own strength and size and it was something Hans was working on correcting. The collar had certainly helped. A moderately successful way of reminding Henry of his place.
Hans freed his cock from the confinement of his clothes and choked it at the base, biting his lip with a groan. “And you can’t expect me to take a disobedient boy to Trosky castle, can you?”
Henry’s lust darkened eyes were locked on Hans' hand, watching the way the nobleman touched himself. Hans could see Henry trying to hold back his desire to reach out and grab Hans, forced to keep his hands behind his back.
“I’ll make it up to you, sir.” Henry leaned in, dragging his tongue over Hans' fingers and up the twitching length in the nobleman’s grip, along the sensitive underside.
“You better… Ah!” Hans gasped, holding his cock in place against the press of Henry’s insistent tongue.
When Henry closed his mouth around the head and started to suck, electric pleasure shot straight to Hans' toes. He stifled his whine as Henry's lips lowered until they tightly circled the base of Hans throbbing erection. The nobleman’s hands flew to Henry’s head, holding him in place.
“You want to prove to me that you can control yourself?”
Henry moved to pull back up but Hans tightened his grip on Henry's hair, preventing Henry from lifting his head until Henry choked a little and Hans let him up for air.
“Yes.” Henry sat back, lips swollen and cheeks pink as he panted. "Sir." Hans liked the way Henry looked when he was a little out of breath.
“Good Boy.” He stroked Henry’s jaw against the grate of his stubble while he waited for Henry to catch his breath. Once Henry stopped panting, Hans guided Henry’s head back down until his mouth circled tightly around the base of Hans' cock again.
“Then you will stay right there until I’m finished with the letter.“ Hans couldn’t look away from the collar stretching around the movement of Henry’s throat as he swallowed around Hans' entire length.
It took a moment for Henry to adjust to breathing only through his nose, but he stayed still even after Hans let go of his head. Hans couldn’t help but feel a dizzying thrill at the power he yielded over this other man. Henry was a skilled warrior with noble blood in his veins, and here he was submitting to Hans, his faithful and loyal service hound following his noble master’s every depraved command.
Hans tried to focus on picking up the quill and reaching for the only ink bottle left that had not already fallen to the floor. But, Hans thoughts were fuzzy as he attempted writing, entirely focused on the unbearable warmth of Henry’s mouth. Hans forced himself to re-read and then finish the sentence he had been in the middle of transcribing.
Just as Hans was getting into the flow of the penmanship again, Henry started to suck.
Hans had to bite down a moan and stopped writing for a moment as his grip on the quill slipped, drawing the last letter into a messy line, pleasure making his motor control fail.
“Fuck.” He dropped his free hand back onto Henry’s head, closing his eyes. Henry’s eager response was to suck harder, moving his head off a little to swallow the drool in his mouth and then slide back down again until Hans was at the back of his throat. Hans tried to stay still but his hips squirmed at the agonizing tight heat.
He only had a few words left to write but it seemed impossible with the way Henry was using his mouth now. Hans picked up the quill again and repeated the words to himself to keep his mind off Henry’s throat, transferring the characters one by one until it was done, at last.
“Fine, Christ! I’m finished!” Hans was barely able to put the pen down with a sigh of relief before Henry was dragging his mouth off to gulp air, out of breath from keeping Hans' cock in his throat for so long, eyes dazed and ravenous.
When Henry leaned in to clean the fluid drooling profusely from the tip of Hans' cock, Hans breath shivered in a gasp and he came unexpectedly without warning on Henry’s lips. Henry collected the cum on his tongue without letting it go to waste, giving Hans time to enjoy the view before licking his lips and swallowing it.
Hans' body felt loose from satisfaction, muscles going limp in the chair like he could barely hold himself up anymore. He rubbed his fingers affectionately through Henry’s hair as his eyes closed. “Now for a good nights rest before we head out—“
Hans didn’t even register Henry scooping him up into his arms until the nobleman was dropped on the bed on his back, roused him from his dazed pleasure.
“Wha-Huh?”
Henry had followed him onto the bed and was now kneeling between Hans' legs, unlacing Hans' boots, first one and then the other, pulling them off.
"I’m still hungry, my lord." Henry lifted one of Hans' bare feet and trailed a line of kisses along the underside, tickling the sensitive skin with his stubbled lips.
Hans squeaked and tried to pull his foot away but Henry’s grip held him firmly by the ankle, making it easy for Henry to drag his tongue along the bottom of his foot and up to lick across Hans' toes.
Hans gasped, dick throbbing at the way Henry’s teeth grazed his foot in a light bite, attentively licking away the sting.
“For fucks sake, Henry.” Hans was half hard again already, even though he just came. “You filthy bastard…”
Henry smirked, reaching down to yank Hans' hose and braies all the way off his legs until Hans was naked from the waist down.
“It’s not the most filthy place my mouth has been, My Lord.”
Hans blushed, remembering the first time he’d allowed his hound to fuck him, when Henry’s tongue had thoroughly cleaned the cum out of Hans' tender and over stretched hole.
Hans finally noticed Henry’s very large erection, straining up against the muscles of his stomach, angry red and leaking. Henry was quite large and taking him was no small task.
"It’s time for my treat, my lord."
Hans gulped, nervous at that rasp of deep-seated hunger in Henry’s voice.
Hans cleared his throat, attempting to make his voice sound stern despite how wrecked he felt.
“I told you, we have a three day ride to Troskowitz. Do you intend to ruin me before we start?”
Henry slid his hands under the nobleman’s shirt, pulling it over his head, leaving Hans naked before he even realized that Henry had stripped him of the rest.
“Do you have more of that bath oil?” Henry leaned down and tasted the newly revealed skin on Hans chest, kissing over the faded love bites still visible from the last time they were alone together before Talmberg. His mouth dragged over Hans' nipples, making the mouth shaped bruises fresh and new again.
"You’ve been through two bottles of that stuff already!" Hans panted, the way Henry was nursing at his chest making Hans too delirious to think. "It’s not cheap, y'know! Far too expensive for a peasant, like yo— oof!”
Henry’s answer was to unceremoniously flip Hans over onto his stomach. “Then I’ll just have to use the peasant method for loosening you up, My Lord.”
Hans gasped, a rush of arousal going straight to his cock at being flipped like he weighed nothing. But, as exciting as it felt, Hans felt personally affronted at finding himself face down. “Are you a mad man? You can’t use only your—“
Hans glared over his shoulder to scold his hound but found Henry looking attentively at the freshly healing wound on Hans' backside from the arrow that had struck him during the infiltration mission in Talmberg.
Thankfully because of the armor Hans had been wearing, the arrow had not penetrated deep enough to leave an infection in the shallow cut, but the spot was still sensitive, newly healing skin. Hans gasped at the feeling of Henry’s lips caressing the arrow’s mark.
“I’m still hungry, My Lord.” Henry’s tongue soothed the wounded spot, and Hans had to bite his lip to stay quiet in anticipation of Henry’s appetite.
Henry’s mouth continued on, sliding lower, those large calloused thumbs spreading Hans so sweetly and pulling him apart to expose that sensitive, tender entrance.
“You’re always hungry--Christ!” Hans gasped at the hard swipe of Henry's scalding tongue as he finally tasted the true treat he’d been after. This was another one of Henry’s skills, something he’d grown quite adept at, devouring Hans at any time of the day during secret early mornings together or stealthy stolen late nights.
“Enough!” Hans moaned, gasping into the bedsheets. The blacksmith’s stubbled chin was dragging against the overly sensitive skin of his rim so insistently, an abrasion was starting to leave a burn from Henry’s devouring mouth.
“The new bottle is in there, you heathen." Hans pointed at the small wooden chest next to the bed where he’d stashed the new bath oil he’d bought just for this purpose. "And you better use it!”
Henry didn’t stop right away, licking deeper than before, and Hans panicked for a moment that Henry would insist on opening him up only his tongue. Henry's cock was far too big for that and Hans didn’t want to have any more backside related injuries.
But Henry reluctantly pulled his tongue out, licking his lips as he sat back to check his progress so far. Testing the give of Hans saliva-wet entrance with the firm press of a thumb.
“I’ll be gentle, My Lord.“ Henry leaned off the bed, long arm able to reach the lid of the chest and open it to grab the expensive bottle inside.
Hans squirmed, burying his face into his arms and trying not to panic. He had not yet allowed Henry to fuck him in this position, face down, and Hans' thoughts swirled between arousal and anxiety. Hans was tense with worry about how little control this position left him with.
“Fuck, don’t make me regret this…Ah!” Hans gasped, oil being poured over the burning hot skin of his entrance making his dick throb beneath him, pushing his hips down into the bed to feel more friction.
Taking advantage of the way he’d already stretched Hans with his tongue, Henry started with two large calloused fingers, teasing Hans' tender rim in a firm circle. Eased by the oil, it didn’t take much pressure, and they both slid into Hans' bruisingly tight heat.
Hans hissed at the overwhelming feeling, prevented from squirming away by Henry holding him tight.
“Breathe.” Henry whispered against his ear, reminding Hans not to hold his breath as the pleasure and tension battled inside him. Henry let the nobleman adjust to the width of two fingers before pressing them in again with purpose.
With a confident ease that infuriated Hans, Henry found exactly what he was searching for, curling his fingers to caress the sweet spot inside of him.
“Fuck!” Hans lifted his hips, desperate for more pressure on that hidden spot, seeing sparks behind his closed eyes. The ache of being stretched morphed into electric jolts of pleasure each time Henry directly touched it, again and again. “Jesus Christ! You’re a demon, Henry.”
Clearly encouraged by Hans' reaction, Henry carefully removed his fingers and poured the contents of the bottle messily over his neglected, throbbing erection.
Hans was about to request that Henry let him sit on top like the other two times he’d allowed Henry to fuck him, but Henry leaned over to leave soothing kisses on the back of his neck and it felt so good, his thoughts grew fuzzy.
“You're holding your breath, again, My Lord.” Henry was lining himself up with Hans' entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock along the pink and puffy rim which was bitten and scraped by Henry’s stubble.
“I was not!” Hans gasped, not realizing he’d been holding his breath in anticipation, body as tense as a bowstring. Focusing on unclenching his fists and fighting to get air into his lungs, Hans took a deep breath to calm his racing pulse. When Hans exhaled, Henry rocked his hips forward, sliding half-way in and getting stuck.
The oil eased the way, smooth and warm, and with an extra push: Henry was able to all slip all the way home. Hans choked back a cry at the sudden fullness of it, arching backward against Henry’s chest as the bigger man’s arms wrapped around him from behind. Henry buried a satisfied growl into the back of his master's neck as Hans trembled in the wake of being split open.
At first, the nobleman was so distracted by the sinful new depths being reached within him, he was too in shock to process it all. For a moment he was soothed by the way Henry was holding him and letting him adjust to his sizable girth. But, when Henry rolled his hips into a full thrust, powerful and long--and completely out of Hans' control-- Hans felt the panic rising inside him again.
“Fuck fuck fuck.” In this position, Hans couldn’t dictate the pace or depth, unable to take Henry by the reins. Hans couldn’t reach for Henry’s collar to slow him down. “I —I don’t know if I—-This position.” Hans stumbled over the words, trembling on his hands and knees, lips feeling too numb to form the right sounds.
“Steady now.” Henry was right there, making soothing shushing sounds like he was talking to his mare, kissing the back of Hans neck and stroking down his side. Henry grazed Hans' ear with his teeth. “You’ll like this position, too, My Lord. I promise.”
Hans next protest was cut off by Henry pinning him down with a hand between his shoulder blades. He didn’t expect the angle to be as good as Henry promised, but Hans soon found that being bent over at Henry's mercy put pressure right where Hans wanted it more than ever before. There was no escape from the way Henry angled himself directly against that sweet spot over and over, using his grip on Hans to drag the nobleman backwards into each thrust.
Hans found himself drooling into the bedsheets after a few precise thrusts directly against that electrifying spot inside of him, trying not to come unexpectedly fast for the second time that night. It felt so good that his tension vanished, blinded by ectasy and lost in the never ending feedback of sensation rolling through him.
“Fuck, fuck!” Desperate for more, chasing the electrifying pleasure being pounded into him, Hans tried to push back up onto his hands but Henry kept him pinned. Hans cursed Henry’s name, but he couldn’t deny how good it felt, arse clenching tight on Henry’s cock. Having mercy on his master, Henry’s big hand slid down between Hans' trembling legs, grasping Hans' leaking cock and stroking with the slow firmness that Hans liked, making Hans' toes curl.
Hans vision blurred as he came, gripping the sheets with his fingers and teeth. The pleasure crested over him like a grand unstoppable wave, dragging him under its tow until he was drowning in it.
The agonizing tightness of Hans' body must have dragged Henry closer to the edge, because the tempo of Henry’s pace increased and grew uneven on his final thrust. Hans felt the sudden pressure of Henry coming inside of him and he shivered at how filthy and amazing it felt.
When his head stopped spinning, Hans' muscles gave out, succumbing to the waves of orgasm rippling through him as he flopped bonelessly onto the wet spot he had made in the middle of his bed.
Henry collapsed next to him, limbs heavy and skin covered in sweat, gathering Hans into his arms, both of them still panting and out of breath.
When Hans was finally able to open his eyes, he saw Henry was smiling, a big content grin on his hound’s face that had no right to look as dopey and handsome as it did. Henry opened his eyes and caught Hans gazing at him.
Looking as though he wanted to ask for something, Henry leaned in to cover the nobleman’s sweaty forehead in breathless kisses, making his way down Hans nose toward his mouth.
Hans covered Henry’s lips with his hand just before the other man could kiss him.
“You had your treat already.” Hans turned his head away, preventing Henry's mouth from reaching his. “In fact, I should kick you out of my bed for pulling a maneuver like that… You were neither gentle nor did you prove your ability to control yourself.” Hans huffed indignantly, squirming at the sticky feeling of Henry's cum leaking out of his very sensitive hole. “I suppose my big dog fucks plenty of bitches in that position.”
Henry’s brow furrowed. He nipped at Hans' hand until it was pulled away, leaning in to graze his teeth on the side of Hans' neck and move up to whisper hotly in his ear.
“I haven’t bedded anyone since you, My Lord.”
Hans gasped, the exhilarating press of Henry's warm, sweaty skin against his, holding him tight, and even more exciting ...the words Henry had said.
“Just me?” Hans purred, body feeling tingly and light headed, suddenly much more relaxed in light of Henry’s confession. Hans loved flattery and what could be more satisfying than the confirmation that his hound served only him. “I treat my boy well, don't I”
He wrapped his fingers in the soft leather collar on Henry's neck, biting his lip to hide his smile. "We're off to Trosky tomorrow.... I finally have the feeling we're doing something worthwhile, Henry. I'll be glad to get out of this hellhole and enjoy some adventure. See a bit of the world."
Henry huffed, nuzzling his face into Hans' sweaty blond hair. "I'd rather find that whoreson who murdered my parents, get the sword back from him and skewer him with it."
Hans laughed tiredly, cheek on his loyal hound's chest. "Cheer up, Henry. " Bliss was quickly dragging Hans under the spell of sex-exhausted sleep. "I've a feeling you'll get your chance one day and it wont be long in coming."
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To be continued.