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Authors: Andrew Ashling
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“Come, My Lord Baron,” the personal secretary of the king had said. “I'll escort you to your quarters. We'll go through your letters patent together.”
“I'll do my best, Sire. Anything specific I should watch out for?”
The king seemed to be thinking, not so much about what to say as about how to say it.
“Look for signs of contentment, of self-satisfaction. As if His Excellency had discovered something very valuable for his master, and is sure to be recompensed greatly for it.”
“Certainly, Your Majesty.”
“Well, My Lord, I don't think I need to keep you any longer then.”
Landar, understanding that he was being dismissed, rose and, almost imperceptibly, bowed.
He made for the door, when the king called after him.
“Sir Landar?”
“Sire?” he said, turning around, rubbing the little finger of his left glove.
“Davellon may be a village, but the Davellon House can be anything you make it. Nobility has to start somewhere. It might as well start with you. Let nobody look down on you, for whatever reason, My Lord. Titles are granted or inherited, nobility isn't.”
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“Yes, Sire.”
“Neither is regality,” Landar reflected, making his way through the long hallways to his apartment, “as the Tanahkos dynasty so deftly il-lustrates. What a strange man. He knows all too well how I come by the information he so desperately needs, and yet he is the epitome of civility. He goes out of his way to be nice to me. Adroitness?
Cleverness? Or true kingship?”
“Take all your clothes off. Immediately,” Rullio said sternly.
“You're going to get punished.”
“But, My Lord Count,” Cariam, who had just entered the room, stammered, “I have done nothing wrong.”
He was already getting hard, Rullio noticed by the slightly bulging pants.
“You're just making it worse for yourself,” he added for good measure.
Cariam undressed quickly. Rullio swung his legs off the bed upon which he had been lying and sat upright.
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“Over my knees, you.”
The boy obeyed meekly and Rullio started spanking him. Cariam bit on a knuckle, his rock hard member pressing against his punisher's thigh. A warm, stinging glow spread through his buttocks.
Just when he thought he could take no more, Rullio stopped and made him sit in his lap. It didn't take much, almost nothing to make him come, spurting against his belly.
“I have done nothing wrong, My Lord,” he said in a teary voice, wrapping his arms around Rullio's neck. “I swear.”
“I believe you,” the count said. “This was not for what you have done wrong. It was for what you are going to do wrong.”
“Ah?”
“My sweet Cariam, powers greater than ours, who deem our lives nothing more than playthings to be used in their grand designs, have decided to part us. The warlord has asked me to undertake a mission for him and I will be away for many weeks, possibly several months even. And knowing you—”
“We've had a great run, didn't we, Rullio?” Cariam said, looking him in the eyes.
“Huh?” Rullio reacted, taken unawares.
“You're dumping me, aren't you?”
“Cariam, honestly, I assure you that the mission is real.”
“I've seen it in your eyes for quite a while now. You've grown tired of me. It was to be expected. You, a nobleman and all that. And me, just a lazy bum who is lucky enough to have rich and indulgently generous grandparents. To be honest, I don't think we would have made it. Not in the long term, we wouldn't have.”
Rullio caressed his hair. Cariam smiled sadly.
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“To be fair, Rullio, I've been looking around myself for a while now.
I'm afraid you were right to punish me. There's this baker's son, about my age, with big, hard, calloused hands. Strong hands too, from kneading dough. Rough and sweet at the same time. He can chase the clouds away with his laugh. He likes a good pint of beer… I think he's more my kind of guy.”
Rullio laughed out loud.
“You're not mad? Not insulted?”
“No,
“Come, My Lord Baron,” the personal secretary of the king had said. “I'll escort you to your quarters. We'll go through your letters patent together.”
“I'll do my best, Sire. Anything specific I should watch out for?”
The king seemed to be thinking, not so much about what to say as about how to say it.
“Look for signs of contentment, of self-satisfaction. As if His Excellency had discovered something very valuable for his master, and is sure to be recompensed greatly for it.”
“Certainly, Your Majesty.”
“Well, My Lord, I don't think I need to keep you any longer then.”
Landar, understanding that he was being dismissed, rose and, almost imperceptibly, bowed.
He made for the door, when the king called after him.
“Sir Landar?”
“Sire?” he said, turning around, rubbing the little finger of his left glove.
“Davellon may be a village, but the Davellon House can be anything you make it. Nobility has to start somewhere. It might as well start with you. Let nobody look down on you, for whatever reason, My Lord. Titles are granted or inherited, nobility isn't.”
6
“Yes, Sire.”
“Neither is regality,” Landar reflected, making his way through the long hallways to his apartment, “as the Tanahkos dynasty so deftly il-lustrates. What a strange man. He knows all too well how I come by the information he so desperately needs, and yet he is the epitome of civility. He goes out of his way to be nice to me. Adroitness?
Cleverness? Or true kingship?”
“Take all your clothes off. Immediately,” Rullio said sternly.
“You're going to get punished.”
“But, My Lord Count,” Cariam, who had just entered the room, stammered, “I have done nothing wrong.”
He was already getting hard, Rullio noticed by the slightly bulging pants.
“You're just making it worse for yourself,” he added for good measure.
Cariam undressed quickly. Rullio swung his legs off the bed upon which he had been lying and sat upright.
6
“Over my knees, you.”
The boy obeyed meekly and Rullio started spanking him. Cariam bit on a knuckle, his rock hard member pressing against his punisher's thigh. A warm, stinging glow spread through his buttocks.
Just when he thought he could take no more, Rullio stopped and made him sit in his lap. It didn't take much, almost nothing to make him come, spurting against his belly.
“I have done nothing wrong, My Lord,” he said in a teary voice, wrapping his arms around Rullio's neck. “I swear.”
“I believe you,” the count said. “This was not for what you have done wrong. It was for what you are going to do wrong.”
“Ah?”
“My sweet Cariam, powers greater than ours, who deem our lives nothing more than playthings to be used in their grand designs, have decided to part us. The warlord has asked me to undertake a mission for him and I will be away for many weeks, possibly several months even. And knowing you—”
“We've had a great run, didn't we, Rullio?” Cariam said, looking him in the eyes.
“Huh?” Rullio reacted, taken unawares.
“You're dumping me, aren't you?”
“Cariam, honestly, I assure you that the mission is real.”
“I've seen it in your eyes for quite a while now. You've grown tired of me. It was to be expected. You, a nobleman and all that. And me, just a lazy bum who is lucky enough to have rich and indulgently generous grandparents. To be honest, I don't think we would have made it. Not in the long term, we wouldn't have.”
Rullio caressed his hair. Cariam smiled sadly.
7
“To be fair, Rullio, I've been looking around myself for a while now.
I'm afraid you were right to punish me. There's this baker's son, about my age, with big, hard, calloused hands. Strong hands too, from kneading dough. Rough and sweet at the same time. He can chase the clouds away with his laugh. He likes a good pint of beer… I think he's more my kind of guy.”
Rullio laughed out loud.
“You're not mad? Not insulted?”
“No,
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