Lord Radegund slipped through the stable doors, the hem of his velvet robe swishing over the straw-strewn floor of the large stall housing his prized stallion. Radegund's meager collection of stallions could not be compared to Belsoie's thriving stables. Unfortunately, his poor coffers could not provide for the extravagant care and comfort of a herd the size of Lord Thayer's. He'd been forced to sell off a few of his more attractive stallions to neighboring noblemen who shared his preference for the well-toned, muscular physiques, and hard throbbing cocks of handsome male specimens which they often bought, sold, and traded among themselves. He'd been offered top dollar many times for Sajan, but Sajan was his pride and joy, and Radegund could not find it within him to part with his favorite stallion. The money he'd earned from the sale of the others would go to pay for Lord Thayer's fees for the mating ritual at festival. It had been foolish to offer to buy the little mare, Arabella, from Thayer, Radegund thought now. He would have had to sell some of his valuables to acquire her, and he had been secretly relieved when Thayer had turned him down. But he had let himself get carried away by the moment, as well as the anticipation and excitement of the upcoming festival. He had also wanted to please Sajan. Sajan's happiness was uppermost in his heart. Radegund was looking forward to watching him mount the mare at festival. It pained him greatly that Sajan must suffer so until then. Ah, well! Radegund smiled to himself, stroking his pointed goatee, his Sajan must learn patience, as he himself must, until festival was here. He had not had Sajan in his bedchamber since it was announced that Radegund's prized stallion would be mounting the festival mare. He missed Sajan keenly, but there were other attractive stallions to take his place until the mid-summer festival was over. Lord Radegund was not a kind man. He possessed a cruel streak that his stallions quickly became familiar with. They suffered through his teasing and torments which his lordship took great pleasure in doling out at his whim. His manor was not as lavish as what Lord Thayer possessed, nor were his stables of stallions as healthy as those at Belsoie. But he had in his possession the one stallion other lords and noblemen of his acquaintance had entreated him to share among them as their code of gentlemen required and he had refused. He had admitted it to none, but Radegund was in love with the handsome, blonde stallion who received all the comforts Radegund could afford to lavish upon him, while he virtually neglected what was left of his herd. Now, he approached the door to Sajan's stall with eager stride. He spent nearly all of his time in Sajan's stall when he wasn't amusing himself with one of the other stallions in his bedchamber. He was excited to inform Sajan of the little mare destined to be mated with him at festival. He had been away at Belsoie all day and he was anxious to see how his favored stallion had fared in his absence. Looking over the door to Sajan's stall, Radegund paused, a merciless smile twisting the thin lips. Within, Sajan was strapped to the back wall, his arms stretched high above him, wrists bound to a peg jutting out from the wall over his head. Sajan's muscular legs were drawn widely apart and secured to the wall with tight leather straps which were nailed to the boards of the wall itself. Sajan's beautiful cock, kept hard on Radegund's orders, now twitched and bobbed at the sight of his master. Sajan rolled his eyes in Radegund's direction, and his lordship's smile widened. "And how are we today, my pet? Did you miss me?" Radegund crooned as he entered the stall, closing the door behind him. He walked slowly toward Sajan who followed his master's every move with long-suffering eyes. "Your cock looks ready to burst, Sajan." He commented as if pleased by the prospect. "Liam must have worked you well today." Radegund stepped nearer, his hand reaching up slowly to cup the large scrotum of the stallion, gently fondling the balls in their soft sheathing. Sajan groaned, rolling his head into the crook of his shoulder. "Ah! So you have missed me! And I have missed you, my beautiful stud. I promise you, it t'will not be for much longer. Lord Thayer has finally found a suitable mare for you to mount. . . . .a virgin, no less." Radegund ran his fingers lightly along the length of the protruding shaft, licking his thin lips with the tip of his tongue. "She's quite lovely, if I do say so myself. The mating festival will be held in two months time, then you will be able to enjoy yourself with her to your heart's content." With a fingertip, Radegund teased the engorged head of the stallion's cock, watching transfixed, as a drop of clear fluid appeared in the tiny hole. Sajan moaned, thrusting his hips outward, away from the wall. Gathering the small droplet on the tip of his finger, Radegund raised it to Sajan's lips. Sajan turned his head aside. Come, my beautiful one," Radegund coaxed softly, "do not be angry with me. Taste yourself. Stop playing coy. You know you want to." A deep sigh escaped Sajan. Surrendering to his master, he gently took the finger into his mouth, licking and suckling at the slightly salty taste of himself. A pleased smile deepened the grooves on either side of Radegund's mouth. "That's it, my pet. I know how lonely you have been for me. As I for you." He withdrew his finger from the stallion's mouth. "I promise you, once the mating ritual is over, I will make it up to you. I even offered to buy the little mare from Lord Thayer after the festival so that she might continue to service you as your wont, but his lordship wouldn't relent. Alas, he has other plans for her. But 'tis just as well I suppose. You and I will be actively engaged in my bedchamber for great lengths of time and she would be unduly neglected, I fear." He seemed unable to keep his hands off Sajan. His fingers ran lightly over his well-muscled torso, to the brown circle of his nipples which he gently rolled between thumb and forefinger, then trailed his fingertips down his ribcage to the flat, hard-muscled stomach. Radegund let his hand hover temptingly just above the thick base of Sajan's cock jutting from its nest of blonde hair. "Until the festival is over, my Sajan," Radegund contemplated aloud, "we must keep this cock of yours good and hungry. We can't disappoint those who will be attending the festivities, now can we? They will expect quite a performance from a stallion of your caliber, and you must give it to them." Radegund's fingers brushed against Sajan's groin and in a sudden burst of frenzy, the stallion thrust his hips out, pumping them back and forth, slapping his buttocks against the back wall in rapid motion, his cock flagging, his need for sexual release almost beyond endurance. "Tsk-tsk." Radegund clucked his tongue in mock disapproval. "You need to show a little more restraint than that, my Sajan. Should I summon Liam to apply more of that wonderful cream your cock craves?" Sajan shook his head furiously from side to side, his nostrils flaring, eyes blazing with helpless desperation. "Or would you prefer to watch two of the other stallions coupling together, here on the floor of your stall? I, too, enjoy watching on occasion." He paused reflectively, rubbing the knuckles of one hand across his upper lip. "I think, mayhap, we should provide both for you this eve." He glanced at Sajan writhing against his bonds. "Yes, yes, Sajan." Radegund deliberately chose to misintrept the stallion's helpless struggles. "I know how eager you are for the lotion and for Liam's hands to apply it." Radegund stepped from the stall and called loudly for his stable hand. "Liam!" "Yes, m'lord?" A poorly dressed peasant, cap in hand, came bobbing through the door of the stable. "Bring the cream! Sajan has need of it! And round up two of the stallions! Make sure they're good and horny for each other. Then bring them here, to Sajan's stall. Hurry fool!" Radegund spoke impatiently. "Don't keep me waiting!" "No, m'lord!" Liam scraped and bowed before him. "I mean, yes, m'lord!" And when Lord Radegund made as if to strike the bumbling oaf, he scurried off. Radegund returned his attention to Sajan, spread-eagled against the wall. Sajan was breathing hard, his naked chest heaving with the expectation of what was to come. Radegund offered him a fond smile. "I can hardly wait until the festival is over and you are once more back in my bedchamber. You are almost wasted on Thayer's little mare, but the peasants and noblemen must have their entertainment, I suppose. "Liam returned, rushing into Sajan's stall, while behind him, two other stable hands each fought to lead a naked, upright stallion on a leash through the stable door. The stallions' cocks were hard as stone and each struggled against their restraining leashes to mount the other even as they were ushered toward Sajan's stall. Sajan recognized them at once. Brys and Jaron. All three of them had been brought in together the day of their capture. Lord Radegund was fond of bringing these two into his bedchamber on occasion. "Keep them apart until I give the order!" Radegund said. He turned to Liam who held a brown jar in his hands. "Apply the cream thickly, Liam. I want him to really feel it. And while you're at it, cream his anus as well." He glanced up at Sajan's tortured expression. "You'll like that, won't you, my pet? I remember how sensitive your anus is." He chuckled lightly. Sajan stiffened as Liam drew near. The stable hand uncapped the jar and gathering a thick daub of cream on his fingers, coated Sajan's cock and scrotum, taking special care to apply the cream to the large head of his cock which trembled a little at his touch. Sajan drew a swift intake of breath, then groaned aloud as he felt the cream already beginning to work on him. No matter how many times this had been done to him, for Sajan, it was always a torture. It was one of Radegund's insidious and favorite devices to keep his stallions in a continual state of sexual arousal. The cream, when first applied, was soothing, almost comforting. Then, it would begin to warm the skin, giving his penis and scrotum an erotic tingle which kept him hard and aroused for hours. It was both pleasurable and excruciating at the same time. The feel of Liam's fingers administering to his cock was nearly his undoing. But Liam was too careful, too afraid of Lord Radegund's temper, to permit Sajan to relieve himself. It had been weeks, nay, months, since Sajan had been permitted full sexual release. Since he was Lord Radegund's favorite, Sajan had been kept well away from the other stallions, who were allowed occasional promiscuity among themselves when Radegund grew tired of them. Strangely, he had not grown tired of Sajan since his capture, but had instead, become more and more entranced by him with each passing day. Radegund would at times take another stallion into his bedchamber for the sheer diversity and amusement of it, but he always sent for Sajan afterwards. Sajan had been surprised to learn that Lord Radegund had offered him up for the mating ritual at the festival. He had thought Radegund too jealous and possessive of him to share him with anyone else. But if there was money to be made in it, then, of course, his lordship would be the first to volunteer. That had been six weeks ago or longer. And immediately after announcing he had chosen Sajan as the festival stallion, Radegund had stopped taking him into his bed, using any means necessary to keep Sajan hard and aroused, while at the same time preventing him from accidentally relieving himself by his own or another's hand. Suddenly, Sajan felt a solid, calloused finger covered with the cool, smooth cream, pressing upwards into him. He grunted, strained to expel the finger, but Liam would have none of it. He shoved his finger deeply into him, coating his anus thoroughly. When Liam finished, Radegund ordered the two stallions brought into the stall. They were unchained from their leashes and shoved one after another into the straw at Sajan's feet. The door to the stall was closed behind them, while Lord Radegund and Liam and the other two stable hands watched from the opposite side. Brys and Jaron grappled with each other in the straw, each trying to claim dominance over the other as they sweated and grunted, hardened cocks bobbing and flagging, arms and legs tangling. At last, Jaron, the stronger and quicker of the two, over-powered Brys, forcing him down on his hands and knees, as he reached around to cup him between the legs, working him with one hand, as Jaron caressed his backside with the other. The atmosphere was suddenly hushed, but charged with sexual anticipation, the only sounds the rustling in the straw, the gruntings of the two on the floor, beneath Sajan's spread-eagled body. Quick as lightning, Jaron maneuvered his cock into Brys's rear, cupping his buttocks firmly with both hands as Brys reared back, bucking his hips, trying to dislodge him. But Jaron, by far the superior stallion, pushed himself deeper into Brys, sheathing himself between the tightly clenched buttocks. All eyes were on the two coupling on the floor of the horse stall, including Sajan. He could not help himself. The damnable warmth and tingling of the cream on his cock and deep inside his anal passage was near to driving him mad. He gazed fixedly upon the cock that was driving in and out Brys's rear, as if it were a lone entity. Sajan pumped his hips uselessly, his cock straining helplessly for a release he was not allowed. Jaron protectively covered his mate with the upper portion of his body, beginning to hump in earnest now. Sajan could almost feel Jaron's orgasm gathering inside himself. The thick tip of Jaron's cock continued to slide in and out. . . . .in and out. . . . .and Sajan gave a low, muffled groan that only Lord Radegund seemed to hear. He watched Sajan watching the two stallions below him. Male riding male. Sweat-slick bodies gleaming in the dim light. Sajan wanted to close his eyes, to try desperately to control his own aching arousal, but the need to assuage it proved too great. Even Radegund's cold lips and cruel fingers would be better than this! With a grunt and a cry that seemed to echo off the stable walls, Jaron came, releasing himself into Brys as he collapsed atop him with a deep, deep sigh of pure contentment. Taking advantage of the moment, the eager Brys bucked the stallion off him onto his back and into the bed of straw, quickly throwing himself on top of Jaron, who was too weak from his orgasm to fight him off. Seeing he was not going to be rejected, Brys sat on his haunches, his cock jutting from between his legs as straight as an arrow, and proceeded to place each of Jaron's legs up over his shoulders. Cupping his buttocks in the palms of his hands, Brys thrust himself in. . . . .thrust again. . . . .and then, because he was young and eager and impatient, came, seconds later, his hips pumping furiously, as he ejaculated in short, spasmodic spurts. Sajan gave a pitiable moan. The erotic tingling and warmth was deep inside him now and would stay with him to torture him through the night. His breathing came hard and fast. He moaned again, thrusting his hips away from the wall with such force that his bonds tightened their hold at his wrists and ankles as they were meant to do. The two stallions below his spraddled legs could easily have reached up to take him in their mouths, he thought despairingly, one to suckle his cock, the other to gently lave and nibble at his balls with a strong and cunning tongue. . . . before Radegund's men dragged them off. But they were too engrossed in each other to pay attention to Sajan or to take pity on his plight. Sajan caught Radegund's wicked grin directed at him. The devil! He knew very well what he was thinking at this very moment! Lord Radegund motioned to his men to remove Brys and Jaron from the stall. They had accomplished their purpose, or rather, Radegund's purpose. When they were gone, except for Liam, who stood by awaiting his master's further orders for the night, Radegund stepped gingerly into the stall, drawing near to Sajan, placing a hand on his naked thigh. "There, there, my Sajan. Just a little something for you to think about for the next few weeks. It won't be long now. We must keep your cock hard and at the ready. We wouldn't want it disappointing us at the crucial moment, would we?" He turned to Liam, his tone hardening slightly in command, "See that a vigil is posted 'round the clock at Sajan's stall. I do not want him accidentally getting loose and relieving himself before the day of the festival." "Yes, m'lord." Liam bobbed his head. "And see that the cream is applied every two hours, day and night, until I instruct you otherwise. I want to see his cock stand at attention each time I visit his stall. If I do not, I'll know the reason why, and I'll take it out on the skin of your back. Is that clear?" "Y. . . . .yes, m'lord." Liam mumbled. Ignoring the man once his orders had been given, Lord Radegund turned back to the stallion. "Good night, my Sajan. Sweet dreams."

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