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I had to see the new ones, the six new Templars captured within the fortnight. I’d had them brought here so I could lead the interrogation rather than giving them over to that imbecile, Fontaine. He knew nothing of men and how to get what you want from them. I found the subtle applications, using their bodies against themselves, was much more effective than simple torture.

When we stepped off the stairs and entered into the bowels of the castle the guards unlocked heavy iron gates that whined on rusted hinges as they swung open. Here the air was dank and rotten and cloyed at one as if trying to suffocate. The ceilings were low and vaulted and the only impotent light in the place came from a small number of torches mounted on the walls and pilasters. My guards had to bend slightly to walk past the wet arches while wearing their helmets. All around us I could hear water dripping from the stones into unseen puddles and the squeal of rats disturbed by the outsiders.

The new ones were not to know that Richard, my prize, was also a ‘guest’ of ours, so I had had them housed in less... comfortable quarters in this wing. At the next turn we would be upon them.

All six had been put in one large cell and as I rounded the corner they looked up from their various positions of sitting or standing against the wet stone walls but didn’t attempt to rise to show even the slightest respect; not uncommon for Templars. They had been stripped of all their clothing and boots save the dirty broadcloth tunics which hung on their shoulders leaving their legs bare and a triangle over their breastbones. I’d heard they were inexperienced in battle, but this lot surprised me. “Hardly worth the trouble,” I said, coughing into the lace. “They’d tell everything at the first turn of the screw.”

Not like Richard. I looked forward to our next...visit. That was a man to be dealt with.

“On your feet for ‘is Lordship, you rabble... Now!” shouted the Captain.

The six boys got to their feet and fell slowly into a jagged line within the cell. The chains on their ankles rattled on the stone. The oldest must have been all of twenty. I could only imagine they took them so young because the Templars were known to fancy young men to take part in their ungodly, abhorrent practices. That was one of the reasons all of them had to be brought to justice.

I raised a finger toward a handsome blonde youth and the Captain ordered, “You there, on the end. Step forward. Sharply!” The boy shuffled in his shackles up to the rusted bars and stood somewhat taller, looking into my face.

“Your name, boy,” bellowed the guard.

The lad set a defiant gaze on his face. “Sir Gwyen,” he corrected. “Sir Gwyen of Langleigh.”

“Beg your pardon, your Lordship. Come a tad closer, please.” The other guards started chuckling behind us.

I nodded and with one sharp movement the Captain seized the top of the boy’s tunic in his giant fist and tore the front out of the garment. The remnants fell from his back to the floor of the cell, gathering about his ankles. The young man regained his balance and stood naked though still unruffled before us. The guards guffawed until they caught the look of disdain in my eyes.

I looked up and down the nude man. “He’ll do. Boil that stink off him and have him brought to my quarters this evening. We will have a chat.”

When I left the guards, shoving the nude, humiliated boy before them, I passed the stairs alone, unlocked a heavy gate and entered a second wing and wound my way through another maze of arches into a deeper, dark corridor. There was a torch burning inside his cell.

Some days prior, after our last meeting, and to teach him some humility, I had ordered him stripped naked, gagged and chained to the back wall of the small enclosure. His feet touched the floor but his ankles were spread wide and secured to heavy rings buried in the stone. Above his head, the man’s arms were spread and his wrists shackled. A wide leather band circled his neck and was also bolted into the wall, forcing his broad back and solid buttocks onto the cold, wet surface of the stone. There was a large puddle of waste on the pavers between his splayed feet.

I held the cloth away from my face, trying not to let the stench that assailed my nostrils sicken me.

“Aaahh, Richard...dear, Richard. I trust you are well. Comfortable?” I mocked while looking over his magnificent body.

“Uummmpff...” His eyes went wider when he saw me and he struggled as best he could.. He was held fast.

Sir Richard was one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen, born in Jerusalem during the second insertion, the spawn of the mingling of a Templar father and a Persian mother. An amazing combination.

He was tall for a man of our time; his body made hard and lean by a life of soldiering but was unscathed save for a scar on his right thigh made by the sword of another Templar during a row over a bitch.

Raven-black hair hung to his shoulders, framing hard cut features and brilliant eyes that shone like bits of polished onyx set against his light olive skin. I’d had him shaved every third day so the beauty of his face and full, pouting lips would not be obscured by a growth of beard.

I unlocked the cell and approached him, careful to avoid the puddle of piss in which he stood. I smiled at this added humiliation, seeing the fresh drops still lingering at the opening of his long prepuce. I stood close enough that we could nearly feel each others breath.

A mass of black fur that nearly obscured his large, dark nipples, spread across his thick chest then flowed down onto his striated abdomen. It thinned toward the base of his belly and then coursed down to form the luxurious shiny pelt between his legs. The hair coat was thinner on his corded arms and the columns of his powerful legs.

A visible shudder jolted his body as I placed my hand on his inner thigh and slowly worked it up and into the hollow where his leg joined his body, where my fingers brushed against the side of his warm scrotum and where I could enjoy the feel of sinew and muscle coming together while he stared into my eyes. I moved my fingertips up into the hollow bisecting his belly and then onto the mounds of his chest to find his brooding tits, pinching each one until he moaned.

I drew in his scent and hoped when we began his questioning in earnest he would not break too soon as I looked forward to both of us going into his world of anguish together.

My free hand found the sack of his balls and closed around the loose flesh at its root, pushing steadily down until the egg-sized orbs were trapped hard at the bottom and the flesh covering them became purple and nearly transparent, etched with crisscrossed blue veins. I slapped the imprisoned testicles hard again and again as he cried out, sweating and gyrating hopelessly trying to escape the beating.

When I finally released them his body sagged and his breath slowly returned to normal. I grasped his cock and marveled at the weight and girth of the organ. Even flaccid it extended beyond the length of my palm.

“I may have those removed...with your beauty you would make a perfect gelding, Richard. You know, its quite common where you were born.

Camel breeders do it there; and since these are not much smaller than a camels I do not think it would be much of a challenge. After all, don’t you find them a nuisance from time to time?” I laughed.

“I’ll sleep on it and let you know in the morning what I have decided.. But, alas, I forgot...tonight I will be distracted. It seems we have a few more of your fellows with us and this evening Sir, uh, Gwyen agreed to be my guest in my chambers. Pity you cannot join us. It promises to be....uumm..... interesting.”

“Nnnnnooooo!” he cried into the gag.

“Surely, he isn’t the man you are, and I’m afraid he will not hold up very well to my style of....query ...not that he even knows anything... but he is a comely lad and well equipped.”

When I released his rising cock and turned to leave Richard was still violently pulling on the chains holding him, screaming and cursing into the heavy gag. His struggles tightened every muscle along his body, making him strikingly more attractive. “Do try to get some rest, my friend. I will tell you in the morning how it was with the... boy knight. Have pleasant dreams. I will.”

In the morning I arose late and took my time dressing in black leather breeches and my tall black boots, a white blouse, open to my navel and a black vest. I ate a leisurely breakfast while knowing that below me Richard was too being prepared to my orders in another part of the dank keep.

I had left instructions that he was to be washed....inside and out, lightly scented and then taken to the big room where the testing would be done. I had told my men to soften his broad back for me; I had provided wide leather straps which they could lay on generously but without breaking the skin.

Later, when I entered the vaulted space and went down the few stairs into the room I saw him ahead. Sir Richard hung facing away from me on the pillory in the center of the room. His arms were extended out along the crossbar of the thing and his legs were splayed and secured to large rings in the floor. Two nearly naked guards stood behind him and all three bodies gleamed with sweat in the torchlight. The room resounded with the exciting ‘smacking’ sound of leather on flesh, followed by the thrilling tone of masculine groaning. A fire crackled on the far side of the room and the air was hot and hazy with fragrant wood smoke.

The men were taking turns at his corded back and firm buttocks, one striking high and the other low and then swapping targets. With each lash Richard’s head flashed back and his body lurched forward against the post. His creamy skin was striped with broad welts but there was no blood...not yet.

I approached and the guards stopped the beating. Using a fistful of hair I pulled his head back and looked into his bleary face. He was panting heavily.

“Good morning, love,” I cooed. “I trust you had a peaceful night. I see my men have been treating you well. You smell divine. Much better, don’t you think? Nice and clean?...even up here?”

I had raked my fingernails down his damaged back while he yelped into the gag and then ran a digit into his musky ravine and toward the dark pucker inside. He tightened his body and avoided the invasion.

I chuckled, “very valiant, my boy...but, I do have several other means with which to gain access to that portal.”

I held the finger first to my nose and then his. His sphincter smelled of male musk, sweat and the fragrant soap used to flush his bowel. I stroked the mounds of his reddened buttocks, fascinated by the way the silky hair on his ass seemed to spill from the cleft and spread onto each dimpled nether cheek. This one was a beauty, indeed.

My men had fetched the other five captive soldiers and marched them into a cage near the fire. We both noticed one was no longer among them.

“GGGWWYNN?” He mumbled.

“Beg your pardon?” I shook out my hankie. “Oh, Sir....boy knight? Funny about that really. He really was quite entertaining....You would have enjoyed him. He had a talented mouth and a sweet body and....”

“Ou....Baffaarrdd....!!” Richard shouted and I ignored him.

“Take him to the table... Were you aware, Richard that a pike inserted in a man’s asshole would really come out his mouth without killing him if done correctly?”

“Nnnnnoooo!!!” he sobbed.

“My boy, you do know we can avoid all this and stop anymore pain for your fellows if you just tell me what you know I want?

“Remove that gag....how can he tell me anything if he cannot speak.” I barked. I watched the balls of his shoulders and the muscles of his back coil and recoil, his plump un-circumcised cock wobbling obscenely from thigh to thigh as he was taken down and hauled to the ‘table’.

“Go to Hell!” spat the Templar with his recovered voice. “I cannot betray my Brothers. Even you can understand that, swine.”

“Richard, take care to keep a civil tongue. I do have the power to save your life....or end it. This could be so much easier. Just tell me where Sir Thomas and the others are,” I added, all the while praying that he would not make that choice.

“NNEEVVER!!!”

The ‘table’ was nothing more than a rack with some subtle refinements. Its surface was an eight inch thick slab of timber with a square hole cut through it just below the middle. Ankle shackles were located at the foot which could of course be adjusted very wide with the turn of a crank. At the head of the device was a heavy board with wrist shackles and this had chains which extended to another crank and barrel mounted in the floor. The subject could be face up or face down, but in the face down position a male prisoner would have a second dilemma. The subject would have his genitals inserted in the hole and should he be unlucky enough to become aroused or jostled in just the right manner his manhood would come in contact with the hundreds of needle-sharp spikes lining the hole. It was the duty of the interrogator to accomplish just that, one way or another.

“Face down men...mind his trinkets. We do not want to harm him before we begin, do we?” I sneered, watching them settling his big body on the device. They tucked his cock and balls into the opening and checked to be sure he was centered before strapping his abdomen securely and shackling his wrists and ankles. He groaned when he began to stretch and I signaled them to stop. It was then that I began to separate his ankles. I cranked until the crevice of his ass opened and I could clearly see the pouting sphincter which he had tried so stoically to protect earlier and the back of his big balls disappearing into the table.

“Now we’ll try again, shall we? Where is Sir Thomas and your remaining units?”

He remained silent, his head hanging over the end of the table. I nodded and the henchman turned the crank and the knight groaned again. The muscles of his arms were clearly defined, gnarled beneath the skin, his torso elongated and his rib cage clearly visible. Breathing had already become a challenge but I knew how much this man could stand.

I went to the table and chose a familiar tool and a small vial. The device had three-inch, curved metal lips perpendicular to its handle and when the handle was squeezed the lips opened; much like a scissors, only opposite.

After applying a bit of grease to the tools lips I moved around to his left and gently stroked the perfect mounds of his ass. I smiled when he clenched up again but the lips on my tool were too thin to be kept out; they slipped easily into the pucker and when I squeezed the handle he opened like a flower before me. One of the guards held him firmly while I uncorked the vial and dripped its contents carefully into the dark orifice.

“Oil of spearmint, Richard. Can you smell it? It will produce quite an uncomfortable pain and itch, but I warn you not to move too much.”

Within seconds he was trying to gyrate his hips, almost blind from the burning itch inside. Then he yelped, having encountered one or more of the viscous teeth in the hole.

“I told you to be careful.” I quipped.

“Stop...for God’s sake. Leave ‘im alone.” One of the boys in the cage screamed, but he was easily ignored.

After he cried out a number of times it was time to increase my treatment. I retrieved more of the greasy salve and applied it to his crack, spreading it liberally onto the hole, which was open now as his bowel was attempting to expel the tormenting pain. One finger and then two slipped past the tight ring and sunk into his warm passage. I turned them gently in him, carefully massaging his velvety membrane. Although the knight was stretched his body stiffened even more as I crossed the bump of his hidden gland and then came back to minister to it.

“You do not want to get hard,” I warned, while I continued teasing him, pushing him beyond the point where he was in control of his body.

I withdrew my fingers which had also been quelling the itch and took a large leather phallus from the table. I set it at the breach of his opening and slowly began working the thick tool into him. He moaned and cried out as it popped past the opening and started up his bowel. With my free hand I reached below the table to find his cock extending toward the bottom of the toothy maw. I touched the head while the dildo was drilled into him and the big cock lurched within its confines.

“AAAAHHH....” he screamed.

I smiled. “Do you have anything to say? Would you like me to stop?”

“I will not be broken,” he spat.

I nodded and the guard turned the barrel. I heard something snap and the Templar screamed a full throated roar. I pushed more of the dildo into him and began working it around inside. He moaned but I could not be sure if it was from pain or lust. I found his hard cock again and continued teasing the head and each time it throbbed into the sides of the box and every time he screamed as the spikes tore at this tender flesh. I withdrew my bloody fingers from beneath the table and rested, leaving the huge phallus still in place. Richard lay panting on the surface and I ordered them to release some tension on the rack.

“I do not believe he is going to give us the information, my Lord.” My assistant crossed his arms on his naked chest and looked at the magnificent nude knight.

“Not like this, but I have more than one tool.”

“Aye, my Lord,” he smiled.

“I am going to have some wine and we will begin again. Turn him over and tend to his wounds.”

I filled a goblet and sat at he table watching as the exhausted knight was repositioned and stretched again. One of the guards was cleaning and treating a score of tiny, bloody wounds in that beautiful foreskin.

“Linus, bring me the one who spoke out so boldly.” I saw the panting Templar turn his head, wondering what I would do next.

“Do not harm them, they know nothing!!!” shouted Richard, pulling hard on the shackles.

I propped my feet on the edge of the table, ankles crossed and watched while the guards brought the dark-haired young man from the cage, his iron anklets playing a discordant song on the stone as he shuffled forward.

“Your name, boy?”

The young soldier was visibly shaking, a combination of the damp cold, and fear. “Henry, My Lord.... of Henry of Staffordshire.”

“Tell me, Henry of Staffordshire, would you like a sip of my wine?” I asked as I pushed the goblet toward him.

“Thank you, My Lord....I would, Sir.” He grasped it with trembling fingers and emptied the container, spilling a bit out the corners of his mouth. And, while he was distracted the captain seized him while another guard pulled his dirty tunic off over his head and tossed it aside.

The shocked youth struggled against them but was held fast, his hands pinioned behind his butt. He was a well-muscled, handsome man, clear skinned with bright eyes and a tussle of auburn-colored hair on his head. His body was hairless save for a few strands between the globes of his chest, around the edges of his large, dark nipples and the wiry abundance at the base of his belly.

“Leave him be.....he knows nothing.” Richard shouted.

“Yes, but you do, my love...and to prevent any harm from coming to this lad or the others, you’ll tell me what I have to know.” I said as I gently stroked the young knight’s belly from his chest to the beginning of his pubic thatch. He tried to twist away but was held fast. I let my thumbs brush lightly over the tough nubs of his nipples, coaxing them to hard peaks then teased, pinched and twisted each one until the young man sighed and cried out. I saw his cock lurch up and begin to swell and moved my hand onto the distending shaft.

He, too had not been trimmed and I slid the long foreskin back to expose his moist glans and then gently caressed the swollen surface until he was moaning under my attentions. I teased the head and the smallest amount of juice appeared on his cock lips and his aroused organ throbbed in my grasp. Leaning forward I took the eager cock into my mouth and began sucking, pulling forward and slipping back, tantalizing the delicate flange of the head and dipping my tongue into his meaty piss slit, savoring the lads juices.

“You monster! Leave the boy alone!” Richard shouted.

But the young knight was already lost in the sensation and moaned above me, gently rocking his hips forward to increase the contact. He had been a long time without it and in a short while his breathing was reduced to shuddering gasps and his balls had drawn up close to the root of his penis.

I savored the taste of him, tormenting him with my wet mouth until he reached the brink of his orgasm. His head had gone back and his body had begun to quiver when I released him, leaving his engorged organ to throb in midair.

The young knight moaned aloud, not believing he would not get the release he was so close to and needed so desperately.

“No...No...,” he cried. But his plea was ignored as I sat back in my chair and the guard held his struggling body. He looked for anything that would give contact to his tortured, inflamed cock.

“Tell me, Sir Henry...is it not true that Richard and the others used you in their depraved homosexual rituals. Hmm?”

“Do not answer his foul questions! Finish the boy, you beast.” Richard shouted.

“SILENCE HIM,” I ordered. “If you tell me the truth, son there may be some release for you.” I touched his hard, very warm balls. “I know how badly you need the relief. Now....did not the officers invite you and the other soldiers into their beds, and also use you in forbidden rituals?” I asked again while returning my ministrations, once again briefly, to his long shaft. The young man looked pleadingly to the older bound Templar but said nothing. I rose, furious, from my chair and tossed half a goblet of wine into his surprised face. “SPEAK, BOY!!!” I shouted as the wine coating his face dripped from his nose and chin onto his chest.

He remained silent.

“Put him on the cross!”

The cross was an ‘X’ shaped St. Andrews cross constructed of heavy timbers with shackles attached at the end of each extremity. I walked along as the guards hauled the trembling young man to the fixture and began strapping him into place. When he was spread-eagled a thick strap was bound around the cross and his convulsing abdomen. I was amused watching his surging cock waggling between his stout legs as he struggled.

“Now...is it not true that the other Templars enjoyed the use of your body in unnatural ways?” I stroked his cock again to emphasize my question but careful to provide no satisfaction.

“I....uh..know nothing of your question, m’Lord.” He gasped, straining for breath on the cross.

“Get me the ‘mother-in-law’,” I ordered.

“NNNOOOO...” cried Richard into the gag.

Linus returned with a tool which had become one of my most effective against the stalwart male.

The ‘mother-in-law’ was fourteen centimeters square and made of two plates of metal, hinged at the top and drilled with a hole in each sheet, slightly off of the center, with the one on the back plate being a bit larger than the one in the front. Another hole in the bottom corners allowed a long screw with a finger-nut to be installed. The front plate was sculpted to look like an ugly woman with the hole in the place of her mouth.

When I had the open tool in my hands I held it up to the mid-section of the struggling youth, and fed his penis carefully through the back hole. Then, with the help of the guard his right testicle was pressed through below his cock, his erection constricting the space, causing him to wince as it was pulled in.

I fondled the larger and lower left ball, plumping the orb before beginning to force it through the tiny space, causing him considerable discomfort. The young man shrieked and Richard cursed and fought on the rack.

“You both have the power to stop this. Confess to me and the pain will stop.” I said, knowing neither would speak.

After the second egg had popped through, I pulled on his loose flesh getting as much of his long sack inside as possible. Then I separated the tortured nuts, passed his cock through the second hole and closed the plates. The young Templar jolted as the heavy metal closed on his tender balls and the screws were put into place. I stood back and watched his throbbing, member becoming the tongue of the shrewish face, his juice flowing liberally from its tip.

Walking back to the rack, I approached the big Templar from the right and drew my hand from his bulging thigh, over the plain of his belly and chest to the pit of his arm, relishing his amazing form.

He wrenched his body and spat into the gag, his eyes wide. I then dipped my fingers into a bucket of brine and fondled his abraded foreskin rubbing the salt solution into the many little wounds. He howled and writhed, awash in fresh pain.

I nodded and on the other side of the room the young man groaned aloud as the screws were tightened and the grotesque face began closing on his bag. “Do you want me to stop, love? You know how to stop it.”

He cursed loud and inaudibly behind the strap. All at once, I heard the door to the vault thrown open and recognized the sibilant voice of Louie, Count de Fontaine behind me. I had hoped to have the Templars to myself. Now I believed that was not to be.

“Edward...I had been told you had captured knights....I could not believe it. And, Sir Richard of Salisbury....my, my...even better.” He crossed the room swinging his walking stick and moved in beside me, at the right of the big trussed knight.

Fontaine was several years younger than I and the true image of a ‘fop’. His clothes were too frilly, and his scent too overwhelmingly feminine. Yet, I was astounded by the transformation which took place as he began removing layers of clothing to get down to an open blouse, revealing his muscular torso, a pair of snugly fitting, and well filled-out breeches and shining, tall boots.

His brown hair had been pulled back and tied, framing his handsome, yet, still delicate features.

“Ah, Richard, we meet again....and under such dire circumstances.” Fontaine gingerly lifted the bloated cock from his thigh and examined the wounds on the foreskin. “And, it appears I missed some of the interrogation. What a pity...Successful, I trust?”

“I am afraid not, my Lord,” I answered, “he has told us nothing.”

“You will, though, Sir knight, for I have tricks which will bring words cascading from your lips.” Fontaine released the big penis and firmly patted the knights heaving chest. Another howl from the young Templar on the cross drew our attention.

“Come, Edward, let us see the others,” he said as we crossed to the far side of the dungeon where my assistants had been continuing the questioning of the young Templar with no result. Louie inspected the viscous tool on the victim’s crotch, his compressed testicles trapped between the plates of steel and his wilted penis drooping from the carved mouth.

“Come, lad, answer us and prevent the senseless waste of your manhood. It appears it is still not too late. However, several more turns and your balls will be reduced to a sack of jelly. Now, have you and the others been forced to take part in unholy and unnatural acts in Templar rituals?”

His bleary eyes made contact with Fontaines while he simply shook his head and drew in a deep breath.

“Very well...,” He nodded toward the guard who continued tightening down the screws. The knight’s anguished howl was like that of an injured animal, filling the space and driving the other captives to fits of rage. His screams continued until he mercifully passed out.

Fontaine had him revived and continued asking him the same question and torturing his testicles again and again until the youth croaked a barely audible “yes” between his anguished cries. Then, while the semi-conscious boy watched, Louie drew a stout knife and with one quick movement passed it up behind the grinning face. With the sickening “slick’ sound of steel against steel the bloody device fell to the stone between the knight’s legs with his cock and ruined balls still encased in the grinning face.

“Edward,” he said as he wiped his knife on the boy’s belly, “that is how you get confessions from this rabble. He said to the guards, “cauterize that wound. I will have more questions for him before we are finished with him.”

“Come now, Richard,” Fontaine said as he approached the bound Templar leader, “Are you going to allow all of these... fellows to become fodder for your foolish loyalties. Believe me; Thomas does not care how many of your men suffer the stake...or worse for him. Now, where is he hiding?” He stood beside the rack, looking down at the stretched man.

Sir Richard just pinched his eyes closed and shook his head, drool running from the corner of his mouth.

“Very well...Bring me another from the cage. Strip him and bind him to the pillory...and take this big one and hang him by his wrists from the chains there, where he can have a better view.” He gestured with his stick to the assorted hooks and pulleys hanging from the ceiling.

Louie and I stood back while the next young soldier was pulled from the cage and dragged to the cross. He was another tall, fit and handsome lad with dark hair which hung nearly to his shoulders. In front of us the biggest of the two guards seized the tunic and ripped it from the boy’s smudged body.

“My, my... Edward,” chortled Louie. “It is small wonder why they wanted stock like this one in the coop. With a cock like that every officer in the corps should be smiling. Is that not true, Richard? You have tasted this delight, I trust? And he, yours?” Fontaine drew up the big loose penis from the boy’s middle. “Trimmed it is and yet still this size...”

“Swooine!” garbled Richard.

“Tell me, son. Have any of the officers pleasured this piece?”

“I....don’t know what...you mean, Sire.” stammered the young man as he was being secured to the cross piece of the post, his arms stretched to each side and bound with leather thongs at the wrists and elbows. His legs were spread open and shackled at the ankles. While he struggled vainly, his ample bag and beautiful, long cock swung between his thighs.

“Answer me , BOY,” Fontaine shouted.

“No Sir...ne’er ‘appened like that.”

I watched while Linus and the others released Richard from the rack and shoved him forward to the space near the pillories. I marveled at his sleek body and how his muscles rolled beneath his sweat-glistening skin as he moved. While one of the men worked the pulleys another bound his wrists in heavy cuffs and attached the hooks. When they were ready the chains rattled as his arms were drawn above his head and stretched toward the stone ceiling until they lifted the whole weight of his body.

He twisted and kicked desperately and cursed behind the gag but to no avail. Soon his feet were off the floor and we heard another snap in his shoulder and a grimace of pain washed onto his face. His feet were spread wide and his ankles secured to the floor, leaving his vulnerable genitals hanging between his thighs. Louie moved in and brought his hand up along the heavy thigh into the space between his big bag and right leg, testing the muscle and sinew there. Richard lurched to the side, trying to escape the caress. Fontaine then retrieved a leather glove from his bag and walked back to the trembling, young Templar. Slipping it onto his hand, he held it up before the man’s face and the Templar’s eyes grew wide with terror.

It was a sturdy, common enough glove but anchored on the fingers and in the palm were hundreds of tiny, needle-sharp spikes. Blood from its previous victims stained the leather between each viscous tooth.

“Think carefully now, my lad. Did you or any of the Templar Knights ever engage in secret and unnatural acts with each other under the guise of ritual?”

“No, sire...,” he stammered, his eyes wide, his gaze never leaving the gloved hand as it was raised toward his body.

Fontaine slowly drew just two fingers through the wet, brown hair deep under the knights arm and toward his chest. e screamed a full-throated howl and thrashed his head from side to side as the fingers left rows of thin bloody lines on his pale skin. From sheer terror the young knight’s bladder relaxed and a sudden stream of waste flowed from the tip of his cock and splashed on the stone beneath him.

“Monster...villain...let ‘im be,” screamed the men in the cage.

“Wait your turns, lads,” I quipped, watching Richard squirm in his bonds, his naked body even more splendid with a new coat of sweat on his muscles.

“Tell me, boy what did happen during the secret rites of the Templars? You were used, were you not?”

“No, Sire,” the youth gasped.

Fontaine leaned in close to his victim and this time drew the glove slowly up the inside of the youth’s tender right thigh while looking into his face until his eyes closed and his mouth opened in a sharp, anguished cry. Blood ran in rivulets to the young man’s knee and dripped onto the floor. Without warning he then hooked one of the cruel barbs behind the boy’s pouting right nipple and while he looked down, pulled it forward with a quick movement, tearing the nub from its magenta background. The wounded nipple hung by a thread of tissue while blood trickled from the new wound onto his victim’s belly. The young knight howled steadily and writhed on the gibbet, desperate to escape the torture.

“Richard...his lovely cock will be next to feel my barbed caress. Spare him that, please... Tell us where Thomas is and I’ll stop this, I promise...Remove the gag,” Louie ordered.

“Please stop,” Richard begged. “The boys know nothing...I cannot tell you anything...as much as it pains me, I cannot,” he sighed.

“It’s in your hands, then... Bring me that other one, the fair haired boy,” he ordered and the guards pulled the other from the cage and shoved the stunned, shackled youth toward the stocks.

“On your knees, boy; pleasure your comrades cock... Go ahead, now...that’s a good man.” he directed.

The startled young man looked first at his friends wounded thigh and then up into his pain-filled eyes and lightly shook his head.

“Put your mouth on it, then. Get it nice and hard. A splendid piece like that deserves a good tonguing,” Edward coaxed while he pressed the boy’s head from behind.

He kneeled up and taking the cock in one hand, lowered his unwilling lips over the head and onto the long shaft, drawing most of it into his maw before choking on its length and pulling back

“These young ones amaze me, Edward,” Louie laughed.

Even through the horrific pain of torture the cock had already begun to rise as the youth sucked steadily on the member.

“That’s the way, boy... I want him nice and hard when we begin. Keep sucking, Sir knight,” he jeered.

There were tears streaming down the young man’s cheeks as he was made to minister again and again to the rampant penis, sobbing and drooling around the heavy shaft as he did.

Finally Louie seized a handful of his hair and pulled the youth away, pushing him to the floor.

“Richard....” he coaxed him while he closed the glove carefully around the boy’s wet, throbbing shaft. The dark blue veins stood out in harsh relief against the pale flesh as it disappeared in the torturous fist.

“Richard?...” Fontaine asked him again, closing his hand tighter while the struggling youth began to wail. The handsome senior Templar just hung his head. The sound of urine splashing on the stone floor came from the direction of the cage, where now only three of the junior knights waited.

Drops of crimson blood dripped from beneath Fontaine’s hand. He readjusted his grip to include the young knight’s bulbous head and pressed harder, although he knew the spikes could do their work with a minimum of pressure. He meant to deliver as much pain as possible and make it last.

The youth was screaming in a steady wail, only stopping to draw in more breath to howl again before he finally lost consciousness. Fontaine loosened his grip and the mangled cock hung in a bloody arc away from the youth’s body, barely recognizable.

“Monster,” sobbed the big Templar. “I’ll kill you.” He shouted while he fought in the chains.

“Hardly in a position to threaten....Rouse the boy,” Louie ordered. “I am not finished with him...yet.”

I had to look away from the knights ruined sex while the guards doused him with cold water. He came to and looked out through bleary eyes, barely aware. I was hoping Richard would realize the extent of Fontaine’s cruelty and what he was willing to do to him to gain his information. Louie delivered a hard, openhanded slap to the boy’s rib cage and then another to his tight belly, leaving scores of tiny bleeding wounds behind. Full throated, pitiful screams came from the youth while he struggled on the pillory. “Tell me, boy...you did take part in forbidden rituals of depravity, did you not?” He leaned in close to the knight’s face, awaiting his response. He gently cupped the knight’s big balls in his gloved fist, feeling the weight of them through the leather.

“Go to..Hell...,” croaked the youth.

“NNNNOOO.....” Richard cried as he watched the enraged Count drag his horrible glove against the tender skin of the youth’s sack repeatedly, tearing the flesh open so severely that both testicles dropped between his legs, suspended only by their bloody cords.

“AAAAGGGGHHH......,” the boy screamed piteously before finally passing out again and dropping limp in his bonds.

Fontaine slapped his face again and again until the youth’s eyes opened briefly. “Did you and the others take part in orgies with the senior Knights?” He drew his dagger and grasping the bloody mess between his thighs; Louie sliced the cords and tossed the severed balls into an empty bucket.

“...Yes...yes,” gasped the young knight between his shouts of anguish.

“Good, son, thank you... Prepare these two for the stake,” he told the guards. “Now, Richard...let us talk about Sir Thomas of Argyle. Where do you suppose he has gotten to?” Fontaine tossed off the bloody glove and approached the handsome big Knight, circling him and stroking his hanging body, testing the bundles of solid muscle.

“I will tell you nothing...those boys go to their deaths knowing you have forced lies from them but they, too are innocent,” Richard spat and pulled up on the chains.

“The scribes hear their answers, though. So they go to the stake as guilty men. Now, tell me where Thomas hides and make this much less painful for yourself and the others.” He ran his hand over the mounds of the knights rounded butt.

“Edward, I brought back from Persia....the land of your birth, Sir Richard...the most exquisite technique to use on the stubborn male. The Persians are people of tremendous patience and develop some fascinating devices to extract information from their enemies...”

The door opened once again and one of the guards entered to tell us that dusk had set and the servants had laid our supper. I told Louie, then went to Richard’s side.

“It seems we have to leave you again until tomorrow. We are dining on squab and venison with vegetables and rich sauces tonight while you can feast on your treachery.”

“Perhaps as you hang here in the cold with the rats you will think about the suffering I can bring to you in the morning and how giving me one small bit of information will avoid that,” Louie said. His laugh and the loud crack of flesh against flesh resounded through the chamber as he slapped hard at the perfect rump. He tossed a thin leather thong to the guard.

“Never, swine,” Richard spat.

“Bind his cock at the tip with that and satisfy his thirst with wine....enough to bulge his belly. Then hang him by his ankles. Perhaps the tremendous discomfort he’ll experience will help him think. Good night, love,” he said. “Edward, let us chose some entertainment for this evening...Guard, strip those three in the cage.”

They roughly pulled the tunics from the three cowering young men, and while each one was a splendid specimen, a pale, sandy-haired youth with a generous endowment stood out among the lot. He tried to shrink against the wall but the guard pulled him forward, yelping, by his hair.

“Yes...that one. What do you say, Edward...we’ll share the youth after dinner. Have him washed and brought up to my chambers. And, mind you... clean his chute or I’ll know the reason why.” Louie said as he stepped toward the door, retrieving his walking stick.

After dinner and brandy, we refilled our flagons and retired to the quarters I had reserved for guests of influence. It was a beautifully appointed two-room suite with sumptuous French furniture and delicate fixtures and hangings. In front of a crackling fire in the sitting room stood a guard with the youth tied at his feet. According to Louie’s instructions the naked and freshly scrubbed boy was bound with one ankle trussed to each thigh and his strong wrists secured at the back of his neck with a cord that wrapped around his throat. A leather strap covering his mouth reduced his voice to garbling croaks. His cock had been coaxed to erection and tied above the base and behind his sack with a tight leather thong. That technique kept the tool so hard that the skin cover of the throbbing head was purple and glazed. A drop of pearly juice sparkled at the tip. The heat of the fire had coated his flesh with a film of gleaming sweat as he squirmed.

“Ah...perfect...He awaits us eagerly, I see.” Louie set his goblet aside and began stripping out of his clothes. “Get the dog to his knees,” he ordered.

My cock lurched and stretched at the sight of Fontaine’s sensuous body. He was lean but hard with a cover of dark hair on his defined chest and rippled belly. A long, hooded cock sprang from a lush growth between his thighs and his ample bag was slung low between his strong legs.

When I had discarded my clothes we both stood naked beside the quivering knight. He was on his knees with his ass obscenely opened, supported by his elbows in front, below his chest.

Louie produced a riding crop and began laying vicious swats on the young mans pale ass cheeks, each time laughing heartily while the knight tried to vainly crawl away from the burning blows.

“Here, Edward, have at him while I fetch more wine for us. He is going to be thirsty work.”

I took the crop and began beating the young knight, though I chose the tender flesh of his sides, below the pits of his arms, just where the edge of his dark nipples were barely visible. Each time I patterned his skin with a dark red welt as he shrieked into the gag.

“There you are, Edward. I see you do have the knack for this. He seems to find your strokes very uncomfortable. Here’s a fine target.” Louie said, pointing out the youth’s low hanging testicles while he stroked his own erect dick.

I abandoned the fleshy sides and aimed at the full bag, drawing the crop up hard between the bound thighs. Each time I struck the knight screamed, trying without hope to close his legs against my attack. All the while Louie caressed and spanked the solid, raised rump with his bare open palms.

“I think he is softened sufficiently,” said the Count as he dipped his fingers into a flagon of fat and lathed it into the youthful crack and up into the hole secreted at the base. “Edward, he has a warm, tight pucker and a velvety chute. They cleaned him well out. Here, give me that crop.”

Louie turned the stiff riding whip and began to wedge the handle into the knights upturned hole, slowly twisting it until the handle disappeared and the man wailed behind the gag. I could scarcely believe how much of the crop had gone into the stricken youth before Louie began to pull it out; only to shove it back in with more ferocity.

The knight gagged and choked on the sickness rising in his throat while Louie fucked him with the streaked tool, only withdrawing it when he had decided that it was time for us to mount him ourselves.

I was more than eagerly waiting; already stroking my engorged cock while I watched the Count brutalize the handsome youth bound at our feet. I knelt and lined my cock up to the well greased portal while the knight sputtered beneath me, probably begging me not to take him as I pushed my rampant cock into him, not stopping until I felt my balls against his and saw the dark clutch of my bush flattened against his pale flesh. I felt his slick sweat on my palms as I steadied his quivering hips and began a deep, satisfying rhythm, driving into him and then withdrawing until I could see the ridge of my cock head, then burying myself again in his warm ass. Again and again I thrust until a mounting need deep inside told me I was approaching my climax. I considered holding back, prolonging the sensational pleasure, but decided not to, knowing the tender ass would be mine again later, time and again. Sweat coursed from my every pore, mingled with the young knights and coated both our bodies with the salty lather while my hands wandered up his sides and seized and pinched his pouting nipples. I twisted the tender peaks savagely and pounded into him with no abandon until the flood began deep within me and I thrust in and held him firmly, feeling my seed course from my cock and jettison into his hot bowels.

I was still clinging, exhausted to the youth’s wet back when Louie pushed me to the side and prepared to mount the man himself. A trail of my cooling juice, blood and melted grease dripped from the knight’s worn hole as Louie pressed into him for his own turn.

“You used him well, Edward, but he is still good and tight. Good for me,” Louie laughed as he began his steady and long-stroking mount.

Just as the Count had finished filling the boy with more salty juice the door burst open and another of my guards rushed into the room. Louie barely noticed his agitated presence as he pulled his cock free of the young knight and wiped it on his discarded clothing.

“Well, what has caused this interruption?” he bellowed.

“...Beg your pardon, Your Grace.” he stammered. There has been an escape from the dungeon....”

“What?” I yelled, already pulling on my breeches and shirt. “Who?”

I already knew which prisoner had the bravado to escape when he said, “Sir Richard...My Lord....He wrestled free and killed Linus with his own dagger while he was being moved. He savagely stabbed two others on his way to the corridors. The men are searching the grounds outside the castle...but I fear he knows his way about.”

“He does indeed, you stupid lout! Edward, he cannot be allowed to rejoin Thomas. That is what he will attempt to do. Together they could cause the Crown much more trouble than they already have,” Louie said as he finished dressing and dashed from the room. I was close behind.

In the forest above the Earl’s castle, Sir Thomas of Argyle watched from his horse as his naked friend made his way through the thicket in the moonlight. He was panting heavily, blood streaming from dozens of tiny cuts on his legs as the Templar pulled him up onto the horse behind him.

“Well...you took your fine time, I’ll say. I thought I’d be sitting here forever.”

“You might have been if I hadn’t convinced that fool of a guard to help me. I would have been on a stake the next time you saw me.” Richard pulled himself closer to the warmth of Thomas’s back and positioned his face closer to his own. Clouds of pale vapor escaped both mouths as their lips joined in a long kiss.

“Ummm...that was worth the wait,” said Thomas. “No stake for you, my handsome friend...not tonight...save the warm and ready one you’ll find yourself on between my legs. I think I won’t give you any clothes. I like the feel of your bare flesh against me.”

Richard answered, “There’ll be time for all that later...now, give me that coat. I’m freezing back here.”

Thomas pulled the great coat away from his saddle and passed it back to his friend as he turned the horse and spurred him in the direction of the mountains behind them.