Without pulling his cock out of Andronikos’ ass, the Viking made him reverse his position until he was facing the arrival.
Raymond Count of Tripoli grinned at Andronikos.
"So, you've already made him your bitch!" the Count nodded appraisingly at the Viking.
"Welcome, my lord! Please enter, he is ready for you." Haakon grinned.
"I had hoped you would put up a little more of a fight, dear honorable Andronikos. But since you honor us with your esteemed presence, we should make the best of it, don't you think?" the sneering Count unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. From a pair of purple frilly underpants, the Count pulled out a flaccid pink cock and began pumping it.
"This will never happen!" blurted Andronikos, turning his head defiantly to the side.
“Ts, ts. Such insolence … requires punishment.” Count Raymond nodded commandingly at Haakon.
“You will obey my Lord’s commands, slave!” Haakon pulled Andronikos' head into his neck with a firm grip on his curly hair,
Raymond clasped Andronikos' jaw with a surprisingly firm grip and pressed jewel-ringed fingers into the flushed cheeks. The lips opened into an 'O'.
“Let’s get you into the proper mood,” he produced a small flask and before the Roman realized what was happening, he poured a generous gulp of the sticky liquid down his throat. Andronikos began to cough, but the grinning Count continued to fill him up.
“It's an extract of caterpillar fungus and horny goat weed.” Raymond chortled, ” It throws a man into a sea of unbridled lust and makes him fuck himself silly.”
“Fuck no, ummphh!” Before Andronikos' could further protest, the Count shoved his cock into the Roman's mouth. The Viking swung his hips forward against Andronikos' ass cheeks and rammed his cock deep into the stretched hole. The thrust forced Andronikos' face into the Count's lap. As he breathed in the scent of perfumed pubic hair, the pig-colored cock filled his throat.
The Count and his bodyguard took as well a swig of the aphrodisiac. They quickly found a rhythm and speared the Roman from both sides.
Gasping for breath, Andronikos tried to pull away from the Count's dick, but Raymond pulled his face tightly into his lap by the hair. A sudden wave of heat flooded his body. All the strength was sucked out of his muscles and seemed to shift into his lap. His nipples hardened and became extremely sensitive. A haze comparable to intoxication settled over his mind and increasingly suffocated his will to resist.
The sphincter also slackened and gave up the fight against the hard thrusting piston. His eyes rolled back in their sockets.
"Dear Andronikos, my goodness. You look like a well-stuffed lamb roasted on a spit!" the Count sneered.
"Obviously, I overestimated you. Let's see if you can at least serve as a catamite at my court in Tripoli." The Count let his fingers flick contemptuously against Andronikos' nose.
The Roman found himself on his knees sandwiched between the two men who were kissing and biting his neck to heighten his arousal
“Oh! Fuck!” Andronikos moaned in uninhibited passion.
The Count and his bodyguard grinned knowingly and lecherously at each other. The two men lay on their backs and crossed their thighs until their nuts touched.
Andronikos was made to squat with his thighs spread over the two upright shafts.
“Play with your tits, slave!” The Viking grinned wickedly.
“What? No! I … I never …” Andronikos stuttered.
“Ah come on. Don’t be shy! I watched you fucking the hell out of those two cute boys.” Count Raymond chuckled.
"H-how? W-when?" Andronikos slurred.
"You should have fucked your servant better," Raymond grinned. "After my Viking showed him what it was like to be mounted and plowed by a real man, he was very happy ratting you out by showing me the secret peephole in the paneling of your bedchamber.”
“That was an impressive performance. I give you that. You consider yourself a stallion, isn’t it, Praefectus? But I bet, I still can teach you a thing or two. Let me show you the pleasures of your hole.” Haakon spread the buttocks, spit into Andronikos' ass again and ran his fingers over the swollen hole.
"No! Oh shit!" Andronikos howled when the rosebud began to pulse. He had never allowed a man or woman to touch him there before, so the unfamiliar sensations hit him full force.
"Oh, ohhh, ohhh!" he moaned while fingertips rubbed his crackling asshole.
"That’s what I thought, you like it!" Raymond watched mesmerized as Haakon licked his middle finger to test the Roman's ass taste.
"Yes, you're hot already. But it's going to get even better," Haakon spat into his hand and pushed the saliva-covered finger into the center of the rosebud.
"Ahhrg!" Andronikos yelped, but the sphincter had already relaxed, accepting an intruder for the first time.
"Now be a good slut and shake it," Haakon began to slowly move the finger in and out of Andronikos' asshole. The Roman frowned and it looked like he was going to resist the fingering. But the Viking's strong hand pushed the finger deep into his ass, and when it touched a certain place inside him that he had never known before, a shock of pure arousal made his body tremble. After a moment of hesitation, Andronikos' hips reacted with an equally slow rocking motion.
Deep down he was aware that he was humiliating himself, but that mysterious spot deep in his ass was just too tempting. He could not resist the temptation to explore the promise of hitherto unknown pleasure.
Haakon expertly widened and relaxed the ring muscle until his fist found entry. Andronikos' thighs gave way and he sank into a deep crouch, impaling himself on the cocks of the two grunting men.
"Uuuhh..." the Roman's eyes widened and a lustful moan escaped his throat.
Raymond reached up and deftly squeezed Andronikos' protruding nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, sending the Roman into a frenzy of sexual excitement.
“Oh yes, my nipples! Oh shit! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Andronikos hollered, while bouncing up and down. His dick began to twitch and turned semi-erect.
“Ha! Who would have thought, that you would be such a nice whore?” Raymond sneered. "I knew you'd come off like a rutting bull when I played with your tits."
The lecherous Count revved up the hapless Roman to the point where he wriggled uncontrollably in a web of unbridled primal urges.
******
Just after sunrise, we sneaked into the port city of Tripoli. As expected, we found the Count's fortress heavily guarded. We bought wide caftans in the bazaar to hide our weapons. Tamer also bought some bales of silk from the distant land of Zhongguo, which you dear infidel who reads my story may know by the name of China.
"What do you want with this one?" I asked him curiously.
"Just you wait and see. I have a plan!" He grinned smugly.
"What kind of plan?" I immediately became suspicious.
"This time, you let me do the talking. I'll get us into the fortress in no time."
"I don't think so. Usually, we end up in big trouble when you do the talking ..." I had a very bad feeling.
Anyway, while we were arguing, we arrived at the gate of the fortress. A group of Templar knights dressed in chainmail and carrying lances turned to us.
"Hey you camel herders! You have no business here!" one of the guards shouted, probably the Squad Leader. "Get the fuck out of here!"
Before I could stop him, Tamer addressed him with an elegant flourish.
"Salam, Sir Knight, we are merchants traveling from afar to the famous city of Tripoli, bringing fine silks for the court of the esteemed Count Raymond." With these words, Tamer unrolled the bale of silk and presented it to the guards.
The knight's eyes narrowed. "What the hell is this? Do you have an invitation?"
"Um, not really, but we might get one, once the Count sees this precious fabric." Tamer replied.
"I don't think the Count would want to buy any stuff from filthy heathens." The Squad Leader sneered and stamped his boot-clad foot on the silk.
"How dare you insult us, fuckin' infidel!" Tamer blurted out.
Oh, damn! I knew it!
Suddenly we caught the attention of all the knights. The Squad Leader closed the distance to Tamer until they faced each other toe to toe.
"Did you just call me a fuckin' infidel?" he asked menacingly.
"No!" I assured.
"Yes!" Tamer said.
"What? Oh, shut up!" I yelled at him.
"The infidel started it!" Tamer yelled back at me.
"Don't call him that! You'll be the death of me yet!" I groaned.
"That's it! Enough!" the knight cut me off. "We're going to arrest you. Step back to be searched!"
A frisk was not to happen under any circumstances, or they would find our weapons.
"Listen, this is just a big misunderstanding." I pleaded. "We don't mean any harm. Let us go, and we'll be on our way again in no time."
"To hell with you! You're a bunch of lying donkey fuckers and you're under arrest!" The guards marched toward us. I was about to draw my daggers, even though we were clearly outnumbered, when a burly guard grabbed my arms. Reflexively, my knee shot up and hit him between the legs.
"Fuuuck!" the knight roared and went down on his knees, clutching his precious parts with his hands.
"No!" I heard Tamer yell as he was pulled to the ground, and then the guards were all over me. Ropes were wrapped tightly around my wrists and I knew it was over.
"What the hell is going on?" An energetic, commanding voice silenced everyone.
"Master Martin, those filthy camel fuckers tried to sneak in and they attacked us!" one of the knights accused.
The one addressed also wore a red cross on his chest, but his coat was black, identifying him as a Sergeant. His accent revealed his Frankish origins. The hunky Templar wore his blonde hair close-cropped. Strong jaws were shrouded by a carefully groomed short beard.
"We meant no harm, Sire! Please believe us!!!" I pleaded, "We are looking for work and are willing to do any job."
"Liar!" shouted the Squad Leader. "They posed as merchants! They can't be trusted, Master Martin!"
The Sergeant glared at us with a piercing stare from his blue eyes.
"Anything you want, Sire. Please?" I gave him my sweetest puppy dog eyes.
"Take them to my quarters. I will interrogate them personally." The Sergeant spun around and disappeared into the fortress.
"Go on, you heard it. Move your asses!" The Squad Leader and one other Templar pushed us through the gate and led us down a dark corridor to a heavy wooden door. The knight knocked with the pommel of his sword.
Martin opened and let Tamer and me enter, but stopped the knights.
"But, Sire, these two are suspicious ..." the Squad Leader insisted.
"That's all right. I don't need you to control two heathen boys." Martin grinned.
"Oh, yes, of course, you're man enough ... Sire!" the knight grinned lewdly. He bowed and turned to leave.
"Ah, you two stand watch at this door and make sure that nobody enters … and ... I wish not to be disturbed until morning." Martin ordered with a lecherous grin and wiggled his eyebrows.
“Certainly, Master Martin!” the Squad Leader gave a mocking salute and took position with his comrade on the right and left side of the already closing door.
"I wish you a hot night, Master Martin!" The other knight snickered.
"I didn't know he liked lads, too," the Squad Leader scoffed, "but he hasn't plowed a chick in weeks. His blue balls are definitely ripe for bursting.”
Sergeant Martin's quarters were lit by torches mounted on the stone walls. The floor was covered with coarse knotted rugs. A broad, linen-covered wooden bed leaned against one wall. On a stand were a shield, a battle axe, and some daggers. A shiny, polished barrel helmet lay on top.
Martin took off his belt with the long sword and pulled the black surcoat over his head. He turned to us and released the ropes from our wrists.
"Come on. Make yourselves useful and help me get out of this damn iron!" He stretched his arms out to his sides and we lifted the heavy chainmail off his torso. Martin took off his sweaty undershirt and splashed himself with water from a bucket in a corner. His muscular arms flexed as he dried himself with a coarse linen towel.
He stood at about 5.9 ft. with broad shoulders and a tapered waist. Sculpted muscles hardened from battles defined his brawny body. Clad in braies, a baggy pair of shorts with a drawstring waistband, he sat down on the bed and pointed demonstratively at his boots. Tamer and I pulled the boots off his feet.
"Bring the water and wash my feet!" the knight grunted.
“Yes Master.” We brought the bucket of water, took off his socks and started washing his feet. I was drying his toes with the towel when I felt his blue eyes on me.
"Master ...?"
"You offered any kind of work, so ..." murmured Martin, leaning back on his hands.
Carefully, I lifted his foot to my mouth and began sucking gently on his toes. Tamer knelt beside him on the bed, bent down and covered his defined abs with kisses.
"Ahhh ...!" the knight moaned with satisfaction. He lowered himself onto his back and closed his eyes.
Tamer kissed the region around his navel, slowly working his way upward as his fingers loosened the waistband of the pants. When he placed a first tentative kiss on one of the nipples, the knight’s toes curled reflexively.
Tamer grinned knowingly and I nodded at him. While he gently teased the rapidly hardening nipple with his teeth and tongue, I grabbed the braies on either side. Martin lifted his hips and I pulled them down. I gasped as a huge, uncircumcised cock became visible, resting semi-hard between muscular thighs.
I began to cover his calves with kisses as I gently pushed his legs apart in a V shape. Tamer nibbled Martin's earlobe and rubbed the nipples alternately between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh jaaaa, oh yeaaahhh!" the knight groaned and writhed in lust. In his mounting arousal, he lapsed back into his native tongue.
Tamer and I quickly got off our clothes.
I knelt between his strong thighs and encircled the cock with my hand. The shaft immediately swelled and a clear pearl of male semen spilled from the slit in the center of the mushroom-shaped head.
I carefully closed my lips around the sensitive glans and let my tongue play. The knight curled his fists into my curly hair and pulled my head into his lap. His cock filled my mouth and reached deep into my throat. The masculine scent of his pubic hair filled my nose. I felt his bulging balls pressing against my chin.
"Urrggh!" I gurgled, gasping for breath. He made me gasp briefly and then rammed his cock back down my throat. His lap slapped against my face with hard thrusts.
"Jaaa! Genau so! Lutsch mir den Schwanz, Heide! [Yes, just like that! Suck my dick, heathen! ]" the knight gasped hoarsely.
He held me in an iron grip until his cock seemed to swell to twice its size all at once. I choked desperately.
"Aaarghh! Jaaa!" Martin's body became rigid and his cum poured down my throat.
Dazed, I fell panting beside him. The knight stood up and forced Tamer to kneel beside me on the bed. Martin’s dark red, swollen shaft was still slick from my saliva and his cum. He grabbed Tamer's ass cheeks and pulled them apart. The Templar pursed his lips and dropped a viscous drop of spit on Tamer's rosebud.
Then he guided his cock against the puckered hole and impaled Tamer with an energetic thrust of his slender hips.
"Aaaieeh! Fuck you, Infid ... mmmph!" Tamer's cry of protest was brutally interrupted as Martin placed his broad hands over his face.
"Goddamn heathen! I'll show you! So pflügt ein Kreuzritter! [That's how a crusader plows!]" Martin crossed his hands over Tamer’s small back and pressed him into the bed. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of Tamer's hole and rammed it back in to the hilt.
"Aaargh!" Tamer bristled. He squirmed in vain in the Templar's grip as he conquered him again and again with powerful thrusts.
Martin expertly rotated his hips and then Tamer's eyes widened. A tremor ran through his body and suddenly he began to return the knight's thrusts.
"You like that, little heathen?" Martin grinned triumphantly. He had discovered Tamer's sweet spot. Both men now found a common rhythm. Guttural grunts and moans filled the room.
I straightened up and knelt beside the two, who were firmly in the grip of arousal and no longer aware of their surroundings. Martin's muscular body was covered in sweat, as was Tamer's.
I reached under Tamer's belly and let his throbbing cock slide through my palm. With my other hand I adapted to the rhythmic thrusts and held the Templar's balls in a gentle grip. My thumb rubbed delicately along the sensitive zone between the sac and the tightened hole.
Both men inevitably climbed towards the redeeming climax. I felt the knight's nuts move in my hand and attach themselves to the base of the shaft. He was almost ready to unload.
My grip around Martin's sac closed. At the same time, I pumped Tamer's cock with a few energetic milking strokes. The rhythm of the two men faltered.
"Ahhh! Uuuh!" Both howled. Tamer's man-milk poured over my hand as the spasming Templar's balls emptied into my friend’s ass. Heavily panting, Martin pulled his dick out. I had to admit, that infidel had quite a stamina. Although he had spilled his man seed twice already, his manhood still stood proudly erect.
“Holy Mary! Das war gut! [That was good! ]” The Templar lowered himself to the bed and turned on his back. His lower arm covered his flushed face. Tamer crawled to the other side of the bed. He now faced me and he lifted the knight's head until it rested comfortably in his lap. Tamer's fingers gently squeezed and twisted the red, hardened nipples that rose in the center of the sculpted pecs.
Remembering my lessons at Alamut, I moved swiftly, not allowing the hunky knight to recover and to descend from his horny state of arousal. I squeezed the cock with my fingers at the base just above the balls. Then I straddled Martin's hips and lowered my ass onto the exposed pole.
"Stop! Not like this, heathen boy! No one rides a Knight Templar! Nein, no, nicht! I ohhhh."He arched his body as his manhood was sheathed tightly by my ass muscles.
I hissed. This was the biggest cock of my life. Neither of us moved as I desperately tried to relax my sphincter.
"Trouble?" Tamer grinned mockingly. His fingers continued to play with the sensitive man tits, keeping the Templar aroused.
"Shut the fuck up!" I gasped.
I began to slowly wiggle my hips back and forth. The cock inside me seemed to swell even more.
"Aargh!" the knight bellowed.
"Oh shit, you're tight." Martin looked at me with blurred eyes.
"Oh really?" I arched back to take him in as deep as I could, increasing the speed of my bouncing.
"Oh fuck!" he hollered.
"I'm going to ride you, Sire, until your balls pop!" I leaned forward and blew a kiss on his lips.
"Then this Frankish stallion will surprise you, you wild heathen boy!" Martin straightened up from Tamer’s lap and surprised me by pulling me into a tight embrace of his muscular arms. His mouth locked with mine and our tongues fought for dominance while his hips pounded my ass with powerful thrusts.
"Oh, oh, oh!" I squeaked as he hit my most sensitive spot and slumped powerlessly on his broad chest.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." He grinned and increased his thrusts. He was sweating and panting now, and my ass was on fire.
"Fuck!" I slapped his pecs frantically and he returned the favor by slapping me in my face.
All three of us laughed. Then he slowed down.
"Slow down, heathen boy, I … I want to feel you ..." he murmured, lapsing into a smooth, sensual rhythm, sliding his cock in and out of my quivering ass. The man lost himself in the moment, enjoying the wonderful sensations that my ass muscles prepared for his sliding cock.
"Sire, would you please flex those wonderful arms of yours?" I asked him.
"Absolutely!" He raised his arms and flexed the powerful muscles of his biceps.
Tamer grabbed his wrists and pulled him back into his lap. I leaned forward and kissed his taut pecs. I moved my hips again and started a pounding fuck ride.
"Ahh! Uhhh!" He groaned in ecstasy as I slid my teeth over one of his nipples. Then he held my hips in an iron grip, answering each of my humps with an upward thrust.
"Yes, that's it. Just like that. Good. Give in to it, Sire!" I whispered. I leaned back and folded my arms into his knee bends. Then I pulled him up by the legs until his ass lifted off the bed. His legs, hairy with blond fuzz, stretched upward on either side of my torso. Now I was in control of him.
"Oh Scheisse! Mach langsam! [Oh shit! Slow down! ]" He moaned. His sweat drenched body was flushed crimson. I clenched my ass muscles as hard as I could.
"Aaargh Scheisse! [Aaargh shit! ]" he roared. He closed his eyes and his face contorted. His head was twisting left and right in Tamer's lap.
"Come on, don't fight it!" I kissed him again and wiggled my hips.
"Ummphhh!" His arms tensed as his body erupted in spasms. His toes curled. I could feel his cock spurting its load into my ass.
"Aargh! Aaargh! Aaahhh!" He almost sobbed as I squeezed spurt after spurt of cum from his manhood. His hands slapped my thighs uncontrollably as his body shook in sweetest agony.
I dropped his trembling legs and rose up. His flaccid cock slipped out of my ass.
I spread his legs, knelt between his thighs and grabbed the soft cock.
"Let's see if there's anything left in you, infidel". The cock throbbed in my hand as my thumb gently stroked the underside of the glans and rubbed over the sweet spot.
“W-what? Uuuunghh” Martin released a deep guttural groan. His hips began to move up and down with bucking thrusts. His cock responded quickly and the knight fucked himself obediently in the palm of my hand. I exchanged a devilish grin with Tamer, licked my middle finger to make it slippery and let it slither slowly over the tight nut sac and then towards the asshole. When the tip of my finger touched the tightly closed rosebud, his entire body tensed in shock.
"Oh fuck! Du verfluchtes Luder, [You fuckin' minx! ] I'm gonna kill you for this! Nein! No! Don’t you dare! Aahhhrgh!" The knight grunted, partly in his native language, when my finger breached his puckered hole.
“Nimm deinen verdammten Finger aus meinem Arsch! [Take your damn finger out of my ass!] The Templar lashed out in anger and tried to hit me. But before he could strike, my finger found his sweet spot deep in his ass. A shock like a lightning bolt raced through his body. His back arched in indescribable pleasure.
"Ahhh! Uhh! Urrgh!" He screeched high-pitched like a woman at climax while my finger kept touching the highly sensitive spot.
Outside the door, the two guards snickered.
"Wow. The master is showing those two camel herders!" one knight made jerking motions with his hand.
"He's really having fun!" laughed the one on. "Shit! Maybe we can plow those two later, that makes me horny as a rat!"
"Shame! Finger fucked! Like a whore, by a fucking heathen!" howled Martin.
"Spill your worthless man-seed for me, infidel!" I sneered and squeezed a second finger into his tight hole. I remembered what I had been taught in Alamut. I relished inflicting total humiliation on the infidel who had invaded the Islamic homelands. But it turned out that I had underestimated him.
"Uuuhhh! Fuck you, you goddamn heathen! You die!" The knight mustered all that was left of his body control and surprised me by fighting back.
His upper body reared up. Glaring viciously his strong hands closed around my neck and choked me.
I knew that he was stronger than me. There was no way for me to break this grip. I continued pumping the Templar, pulling my fingers out of his ass, and now closed my hand around his throat, pressing my fingers deep into the veins on the sides of his neck, just as Master Ryuji had taught me.
Martin's face turned crimson. Pulsating veins became visible on the sides of his head. The muscles on his neck stood out. Luckily Tamer came to my aid. He reached around the struggling Templar and started pumping his dick.
"Scheisse! [Shit! ]" Martin croaked in disbelief as I cut off the blood supply to his brain. His arms fell to his sides while his eyes rolled upward and he slumped backward into Tamer’s embrace. The stranglehold around his neck and Tamer's skillful milking forced the knight into a final, overwhelming orgasm. Tamer hooted and squeezed the hairy ball sac.
"Au! Meine verdammten Eier! [Aw! My fuckin’ balls! ] Fuuuuck! Uuuurgh!" A gush of hot semen shot up between us and splashed across his face.
While he was still delirious, quaking in the aftermath of his mind-shattering climax, I caught his flailing wrists. Tamer took the ropes that had been used to tie us and we tied the knight’s arms and legs to the bedposts.
Martin glared at us in disbelief.
Tamer fetched the Templar's clothes, donned chainmail and surcoat and sheathed the long sword. Grinning he put the barrel helmet over his head.
"Ha! Now I am a knight Templar," He bragged.
"Shut up, infidel!" I smirked at him.
"What the fuck? ... Who are you?" he asked while shaking his head to get out of his daze.
"Hasan ibn Ali ibn Muhammad ibn Jafar ibn Husain ibn Muhammad ibn Sabbah al-Himyari of the Brotherhood at your service!" I introduced myself.
“Tamer Ali Selcuk, ensign in the bodyguard of the exalted Sultan Salah ad-Din Yusuf ibn Ayyub ad-Daweeni, mighty Sultan of Egypt, victorious King and ruler of Damascus at your service!” Tamer bowedwith a dramatic flourish.
"W-what the fu ..." The change in his facial expression as it dawned on him, who he had before him, was priceless. His eyebrows went up and then his eyes widened in shock and horror.
"Assass-ummphhh!" I cut off his cry for help by stuffing one of his dirty socks in his mouth.
“No, no, no. There is no crying for help, infidel. We own you!” I sneered.
“Mmmmmmrrrghhh!” He howled in fury and horror into the stinky gag, while he struggled against the binds.
Outside the door, the two guards shook with laughter listening to the ruckus.
"Did you hear? He's going after the boys' asses now!"
“Oh, fuck man, that makes me sooo horny!”
The door opened and the “Sergeant” in full armor appeared.
“Oops! Sire!” The two guards saluted.
The “Sergeant” closed the door behind him, nodded and headed for the aisle.
“Uhm Master Martin, shall we come with you?”
“Master Martin” shook his head and moved on.
“Well, he dressed fast, but forgot his booths …” one of the guards muttered. Both shrugged and retook their positions guarding the door.
Tamer, being the hothead that he was, had made a run for it. I could guess what he was up to, but I could not follow him right away.
Aware that the enemy was inside the fortress, Martin now put up a real fight. Despite the restraints, his body reared up and down. He kept trying to scream at the top of his lungs.
"Shh, shh, shh, I know you're trying to get help, but surely you understand that I can't let you do that." I pulled a small bottle of poppy seed juice from the pocket of my pants.
"Uhmmm ... ng, ng, ng" he followed with wide eyes as I pulled the stopper out with my teeth.
“Uhmmmmph! He shook his head in despair
Carefully, I brought the vial to his mouth and waited for him to gasp, so he would not yell. I quickly pulled the sock from his mouth, tipped the contents of the vial down his throat and gagged him again.
His eyes opened wide and bulged. A guttural grunt emanated from his throat. His larynx bounced a few times and he reared up again. Finally came a tiny whimper and the swallowing reflex won out. With a pathetic sigh, his body went limp.
"That's it, that's a good knight. Now will you be quiet?" He nodded defeated. I cautiously removed the gag and he took a deep breath.
"You devil! You poisoned me!" he croaked with tears in his eyes. "You fuckin’ finished me. I am done for, but I beseech thee by the grace of God: let not my comrades find me in this shameful condition. Thrust the dagger into my heart and put my sword in my hand, so that my memory will be an honorable one."
"How valiant and steadfast!" I sneered at him. "And so dramatic! However, you will not die today, infidel. The juice of the Hashish poppy will give you sweet dreams only. But know this: My mercy has limits. If we should ever meet again, prepare to meet your maker."
"Yezzz, oooh g-goood, yezzz I sub-mit, just don’t kill me ... " The poppy juice already made his voice slurred.
"Good, but so that you don't get any stupid ideas and alarm your comrades ..." I wetted the sock with another vial of poppy seed juice and before he realized what was happening to him, I gagged him again with his sock and fastened it around his head with a strap.
"Uuurghhh!" he reared up a few more times. Then the drug got the better of him and his squirming weakened.
"Sweet dreams, infidel!" I took his flaccid dick in my hand and massaged it gently. His gurgling quickly turned into lustful moans and his body writhed in lascivious agony. By the time a last little drop of his man-seed spilled out of his slit, he had already fallen into slumber.
I took my robe out of my bag and armed myself.
The surprised looks on the guards' faces when I opened the door were priceless.
“Hello!” I said, throwing a fist of black pepper powder in their faces.
Needless to say, the two cursing, coughing knights were not serious opponents. I dragged their unconscious bodies to Martin's quarters and fed them a generous dose of poppy extract. Then I closed the door and sprinted down the hallway.
Tamer! Where are you?
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