1. For King and Country


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: spinneroftales, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    A flash of lightning tore the sky apart, momentarily lighting up the castle’s ramparts. The storm was still far away over the sea, but the approaching clouds would release showers of fine spray, wetting the stones. The young king continued his walk around the ramparts, checking that all guards were in place. He cursed the blast of wet wind that hit his face. Why had his father’s grandfather built his castle in this godawful place. He knew the answer. Situated on this promontory with sheer cliffs on three sides plunging into the breaking waves, no ship could draw near without being dashed onto the large boulders jutting up from the roiling ocean. Only a third of the castle could be approached by land, and was therefore easily defensible. Another lightning flash caused the king to flinch. He cursed again. His thoughts returned to the problem he faced. Custom dictated he choose a wife from the pool of approved candidates, none of whom appealed to him. The time he could wait had passed and a decision must be made. He decided to give up his tour and return to his bedchamber. As he reached the next portal he noticed the guard standing duty. He was only a couple years younger than the king. He was dressed in a glistening metal breastplate and a short leather skirt, leaving much of his young hard body exposed to the cold wind and rain. He wasn’t wearing the required helmet, and the king wondered why. He could see his handsome face in the light of the flickering torch mounted on ...
    the wall to his right. Cold he must be, but he stood stoically and smartly saluted the king as he drew near. The king paused and said, “Ease soldier. A brutal night, no?” The soldier remained looking straight ahead. “Yes, Sire. Brutal.” “Aye, and it will get worse before the morn,” the king said, looking out through the blackness toward the invisible horizon. The king pushed past the young soldier and went down the dark damp passageway, down the curved stairs and along another corridor to his chamber. There was another soldier standing guard outside the door. This one was a brute of a mature man with a nasty scar running down one cheek. The king stopped with his hand on the door handle and turned back, saying, “Soldier, follow me.” He retraced his steps down the corridor, up the stairs and the other corridor to the entrance. He said to the elder soldier, “I’m changing your position. Stand guard here.” To the young soldier he said, “Follow me.” The young soldier replied, “Yes, Sire, at your service.” The older guard frowned and grumbled under his breath, but no one heard him over the howling wind. The king led the way back to his bedchamber. Upon arriving he told the young soldier, “You’re to stand guard here tonight, to protect your king.” The soldier stood at attention, saluted and said, “Yes, my Liege, at your service.” He revered his king. It never occurred to him that his king was only a couple years older than he was. He was like one of the gods. The king went into his ...
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