A Learning Lord
Gilroy steps into his role as Lord Blander, navigating the complexities of sudden leadership. As formal rituals unfold, including taking on a betrothed and fulfilling his many duties, Gilroy discovers that guidance beyond traditional lessons proves useful, especially when given by experienced furs like his servants and Dunlup. Can he handle the new role, and more importantly, will he gain the trust of others, or be tricked like his sire? Support me and Alfons via patreon everyone: https://www.patreon.com/Hooves_and_Alfons
Gilroy's mother had sent to the nearest village for the priest, since a priest would need to both confirm Parsifal's un-maling as well as anoint Gil as the new Lord Blander. Then, they would send the paperwork off to the capital so that the King's court could officially name Gil the new Earl. Of course, old priests travel slowly, so it'd be some time before the old man would be examining him. Gil was amazed that his mother had gotten to work so early the next day, considering she had spent the entire night with Dunlup in her bed.
It had bothered the young Lord at first, but the more he thought about his time with the old Donkey, the more he appreciated it. The common equine had shown the young Buck the greatest time of his life, making Gil feel closer to the fat Jackass than he had to any other older male in his life, certainly more than his cold and distant sire or the intimidating butler, even Durlyn old Knight who trained him in combat every morning.
Gil had eaten breakfast like normal, and spent the morning training with Durlyn like always. Afternoons he normally spent in studies, that his sire had felt the boarding schools didn't cover in depth enough. Business and finance being the two biggest ones, along with court politics and exercise of command. Both of those subjects were taught by one of his fathers old school friends who had fallen on hard times. Count Blinken had been from noble friends, who'd squandered his wealth by indulging in every conceivable vice. Gil wasn't supposed to know about that, but he had overheard the Knights talking about it. His lands had been sold off piecemeal, to a number of different noble families. Leaving the Count with a run down manor house, on an estate so small that it barely made enough coin to keep him in wine. Blinken's wife had long ago left him, going to live with her family in the northern marches.
The neglected manor was almost unlivable at this point, and so his old school friend the Lord Blander had allowed him to live at Red-ridge castle. Count Blinken had returned this favour by first raiding Parsifal's wine cellar and then attempting to seduce all of his wives. Once the ladies had made it plain that they had no interest in his company, Blinken had gone over to spend his time practicing dubious charms on the castle's female servants. Gil despised the middle-aged Stag, and was glad to not be forced to endure his rambling lessons anymore.
Gil was just coming back from the practice field, where Dutlyn had been training him to shoot a crossbow. Something that seemed increasingly out of date, as the nation states moved at a steady pace away from open warfare. Even bandit attacks were growing to be less of a thing, only a few places in the kingdom still had bandit gangs. Crime was moving to where the coin was... inside cities and larger towns as the roads became more heavily patrolled. Gil was just thinking about all of that, as well as wondering what he was going to do now that he had been liberated from Count Blinken's drunken ramblings. When he spotted Dun stomping across the castle courtyard, the young Buck greeted his new friend. "Hello Smith... What are you doing out here?"
"Hiyas Gil... I was just down in the castle Smithy, visitin' with yer Smith ol' Wilbur the Hog." Gil looked up in surprise at that, he'd never known that the castle had its own Smithy.
"I wasn't aware the castle had a Blacksmith," the young Stag confessed, as the old Donkey wrapped a hefty arm over his shoulders. Gil couldn't help gulping for breath as that musk waffled over him, there were other scents there as well... the scent of a Doe.
"Well ol' Wilbur is much more than just a Smith. He's a stonemason, wheelwright, and also a carpenter. Yer sire had to look long and hard to find such a skilled labourer, guess that's why he's a Pig rather than a Stag. He came up here from the predator lands, his folk have a hard time down there." The old Donkey explained, as they strolled back towards the main keep.
"He's a pretty good fellow, knows more about what's really going on here at the castle than anyone." Dunlup chuckled as he guided Gil into the keep through the servants entrance, the Buck had never come this way before. They passed by the kitchens, with the Donkey calling out friendly greetings to the cook and her helpers. It amazed Gil that the equine seemed to already know everyone, the Buck had lived most of his life in the castle and didn't know half of the servants by name. But Dunlup freely and easily talked to everyone, seemed to know everyone by name from the kitchen wenches to the Stag warriors guarding the main halls.
"So whatcha planning for the rest of the day?" Dunlap asked as they paused to have a drink of beer, which one of the kitchen staff had handed them on their way past.
"I've been hoping for us to spend some time together... like you said, just male to male." Gil admitted, his nose and cheeks burning hot, as the homely grey Donkey slid his hand down the Bucks back to cup and squeeze on his ass-cheek. He leaned and covered Gil's lips with his own, as they traded a long beer flavored kiss right there in the hallway.
"Oh yeah? Well I was hopin' you would say somethin' like that," the Jack said with a smirk, as he felt Gil's legs go all rubbery under him as the kiss broke. Dunlup winked, the weakly grinning Buck allowing himself to be guided through the halls of the keep.
Gil was only vaguely aware as they walked through the long barracks, the narrow beds lined up on either side of the room. The off duty Knights watched them with a knowing smirk, they all knew the old Lord's eldest son on sight. And the Equine by his reputation, they'd all heard the stories about him and the bandits. Along with all the Doe's that Dunlup had already knocked up, some of them had even heard about the other things he got up to.
"Wh-what are we doing down here?" Gil asked as he was led deeper into the lower halls, the location of the Knight captain's private room, and the lower baths, used by the Knights and servants which were just below the bath's for the nobles. The water here was only warm, as it was overflow from the bathing pool on the floor above. There was also a large playroom, where the young Stag's Knights could share some alone time with each other, or if they could manage, one of the servant females.
"Well... you're not the only male in the castle that has wanted some male on male time." That made the young Buck look over at the Dun in surprise, it'd never occurred to him that some of the warriors might want that kinda thing. Dunlup flashed the younger male a gloating grin, as they walked into the large bath chamber.
The room was lined with benches and wall mounted hooks, where clothing could be hung up while twenty to thirty furs washed. "We both got nice and sweaty... you training the crossbow and me helping the Castle Blacksmith with a few things. Let's get washed up while we wait for the Knight captain to join us."
"So... Ahem, who," Gil asked as he watched the old Donkey strip, the young Buck doing the same as he stared at Dunlup. His small organ rock had before he'd even managed to get his trousers down, eyes going wide as Gil took in the sight of those mighty organs. He licked his lips quickly, as a bit of drool escaped to spill down his chin. Nostrils twitching as he stumbled up to Dunlups sweaty body, panting for breath as he gulped down the male scented air. Gil suddenly found himself pressing up against said body, the thick heady musk rubbed into his fur as he huffed for breath. The old Donkey just stood there watching, as the Lord gulped in his scent. Lapping at the frothy sweat on that flabby chest, shoving that pointed little muzzle under the older males arms.
"Hehe... never had a male do that before. Lots of females like my smell tho'," he snickered, as he enjoyed seeing the Stag lick and kiss him all over.
"Hehe, come on now... let's get into the water. Or are you going to wash my whole body with your tongue?" Dunlup teased gently, clapping a hand onto the smaller male's ass cheek. He leaned down to plant a lustful kiss on that handsome cervine muzzle, tasting himself in the smaller male's mouth. The two just stood there for a long moment, kissing and exploring each other's warm, furry bodies before they moved to the wide stone steps leading down into the water. Slowly, they climbed into the warm bath together.
Gil was surprised to find a layer of mud at the bottom of the bath, Gil noting that the Knights probably didn't clean their hooves before using the pool. The young Buck was aware that both bathing pools got flushed out and cleaned from time to time. He had never understood why that was before, but plainly the water was dumped from the first floor baths down here to wash the mud away. The fact that this water trickled down from the pool he, Codsworth and the Jack had rutted the ladies in last night was vaguely sickening to the noble born.
"So..." Dunlup grunted, settling onto one of the stone bend seats along the pool wall, the bulk of his body under the warm water as he pulled Gil over in front of him.
"What kinda things have you gotten up to at that boarding school of yours?" the Jack asked with a smirk, as he looked up at the Stag standing in front of him. He could tell by the look and the stuttering coming from Gil's mouth that he was finding this hard to talk about.
"For example... have you ever done this?" Leaning forwards the homely older male took that firm young hard on between his lip's, suckling on it softly as the startled young Buck stared down at him with open mouth shock.
"Ohoooo." Gil moaned out, thrusting his crotch forward, while bracing his hands on the stone lip of the tub. Looking down he watched those thick lips slowly suckle his small pink erection into that homely old mouth. Up close like this the Buck could see the wrinkles around those eyes and the corners of the Donkey's mouth. Not that it matters at all, as that hot mouth was pure pleasure on the horny Stag's throbbing dick.
"Gods! I've done that... but never had anyone do it for me!" Gil admitted with a grunts, as his hip's began to buck and thrust, eagerly slamming his fucker into the Donkey's soft mouth.
"And has anyone ever played with..." The young Deer gave a little jump of surprise, as the Jack's hand reached up out of the water. "...this?" A single thick finger caressed the tint pink pucker under his tail, making Gil's hip's pause in mid thrust for a moment as the digit circled around the rim a few times.
"Ummm, no... nobody ever..." Gil moaned in a breathless tone, his virgin orifice quivering as it was teased. The old Donkey slid his lip's up and down that hard little cervine cock, as the glassy eyed Buck just stood there moaning open mouthed. "Oho Oho Oho..."
"Have you ever wanted them to?" Dunlup asked with a snicker, as he put more pressure on the Bucks tight hole. "Damn, yer tight... tighter than those Doe's last night," Dunlup observed with a grin, as he kept working on the throbbing rut stick in his mouth. A lewd wet sounding 'Shmuck Shmuck Shmuck' filled the air, as the Jack's finger banged the little hole repeatedly. Gil squealed out and humped, every time that finger tip scraped over the Deer's sissy gland.
"Gonna be a lot of work getting you opened up enough to take me," the nasty commoner chuckled, as he saw Korvin the Knight captain standing in the doorway staring at them in shock. Dunlup gestured for the other Deer to come in, the guard silently undressed as he watched the Lord's asshole get violated.
"Aha Aha gods!" The young noble moaned in a gusty breath, his crotch beating against the old Donkey's round nose. As his balls drew up, dumping a load against the back of Dunlup's throat. Gil's body bucked for a few moments, before he slumped forwards over the Donkey's head panting for breath. The Deer suddenly aware he had two fingers up inside of his rump, Dunlup pulled his head back making a soft 'Pop' as his lips pulled off the highborns prick.
"Mmmm, that was pretty tasty..." The old Donkey's other big hand stroked and fondled the young Buck's tawny body, bringing the stag a little bit of comfort in his afterglow.
"Good day, Smith," Korvin snorted as he stood at the top of the pool steps naked, looking down at the pair of them as Gil twisted his head to glance around. The tall Stag was very well hung for one of his kind, something Gil couldn't help noticing and openly staring at.
"I must say... When you invited me here I was not expecting the new Lord Blander to be joining." The captain admitted with a tight grin, as he slowly strolled down into the water.
"A happy chance, as the Lord was hoping to get to know his Knights and captain more... intimately." Dunlup explains with a smirk, smacking Gil's rump cheek with his free hand. He fingered the tight rutt-hole roughly as Korvin moved closer, the grinning captain picking up on the Donkey's meaning at once. The Knight pushed his body up against the younger male's back, strong hands gripping those sleek hip's as he nibbled along the noble's slender neck.
"Indeed, he's hoping that such an exchange would open him up to... larger matters." Korvin chuckled at Dunlups wording, as it was delightfully blatant what the Jack was talking about.
"Is that so? Because I know the lads and I would be very excited to hear that." The Knight captain grunted, and hot-dogged his throbbing organ between those firm cheeks. "What do you say, milord... would you like to get to know this more intimately?" Korvin listened to the younger male's sharp inhale, Gil glancing back at his captain glassy eyed.
"Yes... yes, please," Gil squealed weakly when he felt those thick fingers slip out of him. The scalding hot tip of that hard rut stick was planted just inside of his quivering hole, the Buck let out a moan as strong hip's pressed that greasy feeling organ deeper inside of him. "Fucking hell..." the Buck moaned out breathlessly, big hands spreading his ass-cheeks wider.
"Mmm damn, looks like that has got ya stiff as a board," the old Donkey joked, Gil following his eyes down to his petite erection. "You liked using this on that Doe's ass last night, right?" Standing up the homely Jack turned around, bending over the lip of the pool like the Doe's had the night before. "Now I know I ain't near as pretty... but if you wanta..." Dunlup's words were cut off, as the young Stag gripped his rope like tail and yanked it to one side. Glancing back over his shoulder, the Donkey flashed the Buck a big chipped toothed grin.
"Aint never let a Lord mount me like a Doe before... normally I'm the one riding them... after I lop their nuts off." The grinning Jackass admitted, as he reached back to grip that small cock and guided it into his big doughnut shaped anus.
"Ahaha fuc... fuck," Gil moaned as he stumbled forwards, burying his sleek erection into the hot squeezing rut hole. His hands gripped the corners of the older male's wide hips, as he threw himself against his rump lustfully. Crotch smacking against those soft butt-cheeks with a muffled 'Whap Whap Whap', as his Stag cock was pounded balls deep into the Jack. The Captain, Korvin, grinned, as he got into the rhythm of the much younger Bucks thrusts, he added his own momentum to Gil's lustful pounding, and soon they had the older Donkey grasping and grunting loudly.
"Uhu Uhu Uhu... I see how it is, ganging up on a poor old Donkey," Dunlup moaned, gripping the edge of the bathing pool, as he pushed his plush rump back to meet the Stag. Dunlup lay there, his head and chest resting on the cold stone floor, as the two behind him pumped and thrusting like horny ferals. The Donkey's body bounced as the thrusts drove Gil's thin cervine cock deep into him. While Dunlup's own thick member rubbed against the polished stone of the pool's side, heavily leaking pre-cum into the cloudy waters.
The position made him think of all the Horses he'd bent over his anvil, this was exactly what he had done to them after he had snipped them. Gil's pointed tip was just grazing Dunlup's pleasure gland, sending shivers of delight racing through him as he eagerly shoved himself back onto said meat stick. "It... it's been a while... since anyone has butt rutted me like this," he admitted with a groan, feeling both excited and delighted at the pleasure the young Buck was giving him. "Yer doin' good Gil... a little bit of training and you'll be able to rut the nuts off any male," the grinning Jackass assured, as both Stags hammered away. Gil smashing into the Donkey's hole, as captain Korvin pounded home inside of the young Buck a split second later. "Gotta say... I'm enjoying this a lot more than I figured I would."
Korvin was gripping that young slender body tightly, as he jackhammered his new Lords tight boi pussy savagely. "Ahah yeah... You like that don't ya... you fuckin' sissy Buck." The Knight captain hadn't liked Gil's sire at all, the former Lord Blander being a stuck up asshole. Now that Parsifal was a neuter, Korvin and the other Knight captain had spent the night grudge fucking their former boss.
"Yes... Yes, I love your big hard cock," the young noble Stag moaned out loudly, unaware that they had a growing audience of Knights. They'd come by at Dunlup invitation, the old Donkey had not exactly planned for them to find them like this, however. Now here was Korvin giving his new Earl a taste of that same furious fucking, the Buck taking to it even more than his sire had. Which strangely made Korvin feel close to the young noble, gently he twisted Gil's head around and kissed him lustfully. The Lord kissed back with surprising passion, the captain feeling his sexual excitement peaking as he plundered that noble ass.
"Ahaha yeah, yer a good little butt-boi... a sissy slut just like yer sire," Korvin grunted softly, as he nibbled on Gil's fuzzy earlobe roughly, his thick cock stretching that hot young anus wide open, making both Stags grunt and moan in pleasure.
"No... NO, I'm a better sissy slut than him," the noble pointed out breathlessly, as the wet, velvety vice of his anus milked Korvin's hard plunging fucker. That boast made the Knight captain snicker in delight, as the two of them trembled in pleasure.
"Well yer boi-cunt is damn sure tighter... and you're an eager little butt slut." Korvin teased breathlessly, even as a loud hoarse 'HEEE HAWWW!' echoed through the room. As the Donkey's cock explored, making the water in the pool even more clouded.
"Oho.. Ohoo Fuck yeah... that was somethin'," Dunlup moaned as Gil leaned over his butt, drilling it hard as the older male lay there passively panting for breath. Soon the young Deer was grunting and moaning loudly, as his prick explored balls deep inside of Duns wide ass.
Korvin smirked while watching it all, his thick organ hammering away at the Lord's rutting hole. The Knight captain grinned over at the watching Stags, proud of the fact that he had lasted the longest. "Aha fuck yeah... that is a sweet little sissy boi-pussy milord," the older Stag moaned out, as he gripped Gil's hip's roughly while slamming into him brutally hard.
"Here comes yer reward for playing the Doe so very well." The young Buck squealed and grunted loudly in response, his rump eagerly pushing back against those savage thrusts.
"Uhu uhu uhu yeah... oh gods yeah!" Gil screamed and squirmed, as he felt the sudden hot rush of fluid within his bowels. "Thank you... thank you so much." The Lord babbled weakly, as Korvin stood over him, his cock buried within Gil's squeezing hole. Slowly the captain pulled Gil out of Dunlup's tail-hole, dragging the Lord Blander over to the smirking Knights.
"Alright lads, show his lordship just how much you love that boi-cunt of his," Korvin laughed, as he shoved the young noble into the waiting arms of the four warriors. Across the pool the old Donkey had turned back around to watch Gil get spit-roasted by two Knights. Dunlup sat back on the lip of the pool, watching as the Knights stretched Gil's hole one after the other.
The noble's eyes widened in shock as he found himself being passed between the grinning Stags, each eager to claim their prize. He could hardly believe what was happening, but the way his body responded told him that he wanted it as badly as they did. His heart pounded wildly in his chest as he was taken by one eager cock after another, feeling hands roaming over his sleek tawny form. Each touch sent shivers of pleasure through him, making him whimper and moan in delight.
As the last Knight released him, Gil collapsed onto the cool stone floor next to the pool. His body was covered in sweat and cum, and he knew that he'd never be able to look at any of these males the same way again. At the same time, he couldn't deny the intense pleasure he'd felt. It was unlike anything he'd known before, and he found himself craving more.
Dunlup watched the exhausted young noble Stag, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He'd given Gil a taste of something new today, something that would change the way he looked at life forever. And now that the deed was done, the old Donkey knew that he wouldn't have to worry about the young Lord causing trouble anymore. With a contented sigh, he climbed out of the pool moving over to where Gil lay.
"Well now... I think that sweet little butt-hole is finally stretched out enough to take me. You want that, don'tcha... my thick cock inside yer gaping boi-pussy?" The noble Deer lay there trying to catch his breath, as he stared up at the homely male. His mind was still reeling from everything that had happened, Gil knowing he'd need some time to process it all. But as he looked down at his own spent erection, he couldn't help but wonder what other pleasures awaited him in this strange new world he'd been introduced to.
"Yes... Yes please," Gil begged weakly as he rolled over onto all fours, thrusting his ass up towards the grinning old Donkey. His short white tail raised itself up, exposing his gaping red and abused looking asshole. The Stag tail-hole leaking a thick river of frothy white Stag cum, down over the Buck's furry little testicles.
"Hehe, o'course ya do," the ugly Jackass chuckled, as he knelt down behind him. "Well... I've always felt like it was the duty of the experienced older generation, to instruct the younger in the proper way of doing things," Dunlup grunted, making it sound like he was all about helping young males, when in fact he was all about smashing female pussies.
"I love your big hard cock," Gil babbled on while the Donkey spanked his shapely little ass, all the while slamming his mammoth cock deep into the passive nobles quivering hole. He angled himself and thrusted his cock straight onto his sissy prostate, sending the stag into ecstasy. "It feels sooo good," the noble babbled between grunts and moans of delight, the Jack's fat nuts slapping against his firm balls. With every lustful thrust, another dribble of cum bubbled out of Gil's limp cock, surging down his creamy white belly fur.
"Yeeesssss Sissssyy, your boi-cunt is so tight around my cock... take it like the butt slut you are. Mmm, what a juicy little sissy boi-cunt you have. Ripe for a real stud to seed." The older Jackass moaned. The noble born screamed out in pain at the endless assault to his tail-hole, his sphincter stretched and torn wide open. The hefty Blacksmith in turn grabbed his long narrow head and covered his soft mouth with one sweaty palm to silence him.
"Ahahaha..." The slender noble's muffled squeals went unheard as the older stud pounded him like a rag-doll. With a lewd grunt, the horny Donkey returned his focus to his ride. and soon the young Buck's squeals took on a more pleasured tone, his body trembling, his legs going limp, leaving him laying flat on the floor.
The big Donkey was just a horny stud... taking advantage of the hot boi-pussy of a sissy sub male. However, with the member plundering his aching anus, the noble Stag felt much too passive to resist. Soon enough any resistance melted away, as Dunlup pounded in and out of him. While the older Donkey continued to ravage his tight little ass, Gil could only lie there and take it. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain through him, Gil finding himself caught somewhere between agony and ecstasy.
The room echoed with the sound of furry flesh slapping against furry flesh, the scent of sex filling the air. Gil could feel his heart racing wildly in his chest, and 'knew that he would never be able to look at this male or any other the same way again. But as the Donkey slammed deeper and deeper into his bowels, he also knew that he craved more. More of this intense pleasure, more of being used and taken by powerful studs.
Finally, with a loud bray, Dunlup released his thick load deep within Gil's ravaged ass. The young noble bucking beneath him, unable to control his own impending orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him, Gil screaming out in release as his seed spilled onto the stone floor. When they both collapsed, panting heavily, Gil knew that his life had changed forever. As the last throbs of pleasure subsided, Gil laid still, trying to catch his breath. His mind was still reeling from everything that had happened, and he knew that he would need some time to process it all.
As the two exhausted bodies lay tangled together, Gil couldn't help but wonder what the future held for him. He'd been introduced to a world of pleasure and desire that he'd never known existed before, one which he knew he'd never be able to turn back from. But at the same time, he also knew that he needed to find a way to balance this newfound passion with his responsibilities as Lord Blander.
Dunlup lay beside him, catching his breath and basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. He smiled softly as he looked down at the young noble, knowing that he had given Gil something special today. Something that would change the way he viewed the world and his place in it.
Gil turned his head to look up at the grinning Jack, his eyes full of curiosity and uncertainty. "What now?" he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as they lay back panting. "Where do I go from here?"
Dunlup chuckled gently, running a big callused hand through the young noble's sleek tawny fur. "Well, milord," the old Jack began, using the formal title even though Gil was anything but proper right now, "I think it's time for you to learn about the true meaning of responsibility. Not just as a lord, but as a member of this community. You have been shown great pleasure, now it's time for you to give some back."
Gil nodded, understanding the wisdom in those words. He knew he couldn't simply live for his own desires, especially not when he had so many people depending on him. But at the same time, he also knew that he wouldn't be able to forget this experience either. It'd opened up a part of him that he hadn't known existed, and he knew that he'd always crave more.
With a sigh, Gil pushed himself up off the ground, wincing slightly as sore muscles protested. He looked around the room, seeing the other Knights watching him curiously. They knew what had happened, and he knew that if word got out about his preferences, then he'd become nothing more than a plaything for them all.
"Thank you..." Gil said softly as he looked over at the older male. "For showing me this side of myself. I won't forget it."
**
Over the next few days, the young noble learned many things from the homely old Donkey. How to give orders... how to take orders, how to pleasure females and males alike. How to talk to furs no matter how humble, and how to listen to the problems of those he ruled over.
They traveled around to nearby villages while waiting for the priest to come and perform the ritual that would mark Gil's taking his neutered fathers title. They received a message from one of the villages, it seemed the peasants were having a wedding. And it was customary that the Lord stopped by to offer his blessing, this was not something Gil had ever been told about. The young noble Buck was a bit uncomfortable with it, but Dunlup was right at home among the common folk... being one himself.
The ceremony was simple, held in the temple of the divines by a local low ranking priest. Gil was glad he didn't have to give a speech, because he still found public speaking a stressful and awkward endeavor. A modest feast and dance took place at the Inn after the ceremony in the chapel. The Lord was given first dance with the wife, while her new husband looked on with jealousy in his eyes, but a wide smile on his lip's.
During the dance, the pretty young Doe, Millie, made a shocking request to Gil. She asked him to claim the right of first night with her. The noble Buck almost choked upon hearing this, glancing toward her husband for a moment. "Wait! You want me to... claim your virginity?" he grunted in response, unable to deny the stirring that her words caused down below, which the blushing wife noticed at once. Her slender hand caressed his crotch, while he watched her husband's eyes grow wide with excitement. Was he upset, or pleased that his wife was flirting with the young Lord?
"Oh yes milord. It would be a great honor if you were to sire on me," the Doe whispered into his ear, as he fingers traced the outline of his throbbing erection. He found himself gasping for breath, at the thought of getting to fuck and maybe impregnate another males Doe
"What about your husband... Wouldn't he be upset? I mean, for another male to claim you in such a manner," Gil stammered, feeling very uncomfortable, his clothing feeling too tight and restrictive on his suddenly overheated body.
"Brill? No way he likes the idea." The sexy little Doe assured, nibbling on the Lord's ear. "He wants to watch it... if you can imagine that. So what do you say, Milord? Are you willing to give us the best wedding prize of all?" Gil hesitated, meanwhile her hand moved insistently, gripping his throbbing erection through his clothing. The room around them seemed to fade away as Gil felt the excitement and anticipation in the air. He knew this was an opportunity he may never have again, the Doe appearing genuinely excited for this unusual request.
The noble noticed Dunlup surrounded by eager Doe's off to the side, the Jack telling stories about how he'd defeated the bandit band. The older married Does looking impressed and excited, as the homely lowborn flirted with them all outrageously. Taking a deep breath, Gil met the bride's eyes and nodded his head. "Alright... I will do this for you. But we must be discreet about it, we wouldn't want any unnecessary scandals," he warned her, her eyes in turn lit with sexual excitement, as the young Doe nodded her head eagerly.
"Of course, milord. I'll make sure that only you and my husband know," she assured, leading Gil away from the celebration to a secluded bed chamber within the Inn. Once inside, Millie wasted no time in undressing, slim body glistening with sweat and excitement as she looked expectantly at the Lord. Gil smiled weakly as he removed his fine clothing, laying it aside to stand in front of her utterly naked. His rock hard if modest erection displaying how excited to be with her he was. Out of the corner of his eye, Gil saw Brill join them, the other husband silently watching. Millie's eyes never left his as she waited for Gil to make the first move.
Gil gulped nervously and took her in his arms, he could feel the tension and excitement in the air as he gently laid her onto the soft furs that covered the bed. Heart pounding in his chest as his hard organ entered her, he could feel the warmth and tightness of her body surrounding him. The Doe moaned softly, hands gripping his buttocks as he moved within her. He could see the excitement in her eyes, the way her pupils dilated and her breath came in short gasps. The Lord continued, feeling a strange mix of awe, excitement, and slight tenderness as he moved within her. He could feel her body respond to his, the way her hips moved to meet his, and the way her nails dug into his buttocks as pleasure slowly built.
Across the room movement caught his eye, Brill was sitting in a chair watching them. The young peasant stroked his hard cock, as he watched another Buck breed his new wife. Gil felt a bit guilty at fucking another's mate, so he gestured for Brill to join them on the bed. The young Stag moved over slowly, laying down near the pair as Gil thrust away inside of Millie.
The noble Stag shared a long lingering kiss with the sexy Doe, then reaching over he pulled Brill's hand off of his cock, and placed it on Millie's naked breast, before Gil leaned over and began licking that throbbing Buck cock. "Milord is very... generous," Brill moaned as he lay back, watching the Earl rut his wife and suck his dick all at once.
In the secluded bedchamber, Gil continued his intimate act with Millie, their bodies moving in sync. Despite the unusual circumstances, Gil found himself focusing solely on the beautiful Doe, her moans of pleasure filling the room. He lost himself in the moment, forgetting about the watchful eyes of the other Buck. The feeling of Millie's body around him was a wondrous joy to the Buck. The way she moved and responded to him arousing and humbling, making him feel powerful and yet vulnerable at the same time. He could hardly believe that he was the one fulfilling her wedding wish, and in such an unconventional way.
Brill, watching the scene unfold, seemed to be equally enthralled. Gil couldn't help but notice the way the young peasant Buck was touching them, his eyes fixated on the trio engaged in the act. It was clear that Brill was enjoying the show, and Gil couldn't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with him. As the night went on, the Lord continued to please Millie, his body moving with a rhythm that seemed almost unnatural. As their climax neared, Gil felt a surge of intense pleasure coursing through his body. He could feel her body clenching him as she reached her climax, and he thrust harder in response, his own release not far behind.
He thrust deeper inside, his breath catching in his throat as he reached the peak of ecstasy. With a final powerful thrust, Gil released within her, the sensation overwhelming him as he filled her with his seed. As they lay spent on the bed, Millie looked up at Gil, her eyes filled with gratitude and awe. "Thank you, milord. That was more than I ever could've imagined," she whispered, her hand gently caressing his cheek. Gil smiled softly, feeling a strange mix of emotions. He had just engaged in an act that was both forbidden and extraordinary. But as he looked down at the beautiful Doe in his arms, he knew that he would never forget this night. Brill, slipped his spent organ from between the Earls lip's, the young peasant having been milked dry. Gil looked up at him, his eyes heavy with lust and satisfaction.
"Thank you... for... sharing that with us," Brill managed to say, voice hoarse from the intense experience. Lord Blander smiled and nodded, reaching out to gently caress Millie's cheek, and Brill's flaccid member. Brill nodded, a look of understanding in his eyes. "It was an interesting sight to behold," he said, his voice husky with desire.
As they left the Inn and returned to the castle, Gil couldn't shake the memories of the night from his mind. It was an experience that would stay with him for a long time, a testament to the unpredictability and allure of life at the castle. And though he knew that he should feel guilty or ashamed, all he could feel was a sense of awe and wonder at the beauty and power of the forbidden act. In the days that followed, Gil continued to adapt to his new role as Lord Blander. He learned much from Dunlup and the others, and began to take a more active role in the running of his estate. He even found himself enjoying the company of his subjects, something he never would have thought possible before. The wedding incident had opened his eyes to a whole new world of pleasure and possibilities, and he knew that he would never be able to look at his life, or his role as a Lord, in the same way again.
As for Millie and her husband, Gil heard that they were very happy together. The unusual wedding night had only brought them closer, and the young couple seemed to be thriving under the unusual circumstances. Millie had indeed been impregnated on that night, and since he was the only one to have cum inside of her, well Gilroy couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in that, knowing that he had played a part in their happiness.
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The high priest and a representative from the King arrived a while after the wedding. At long last, the ceremony declaring Gilroy the new Earl could take place. As was customary, Gil was offered the chance to take his father's wives as his own. Since he'd rutted with them ever since his father's castration, Gil agreed to marry so that they'd not lose their station in the kingdom, with the exception of his own mother. Of course, he would not wed her.
There were also a number of offers for new wives, as other noble families were often looking to bond together. The castle was soon filled with nobles and their offspring, Gil avoided them as much as he could, and decided to allow Dunlup to handle it. Gil never forgot the lessons he learned from the homely old Donkey, and continued to be open-minded and compassionate towards all of his subjects. He also continued to enjoy the company of his Knights, spending time with them in the evenings, sharing stories and laughter, something a number of visiting young noble males had noticed. Suddenly, Gil discovered that these soft spoken highborn Bucks wanted to get to know him.
Soon he discovered that they were interested in being more than just friends. He'd been to a boarding school in the capital, so had met other males like them, and before long he found himself pulled into a kiss. He listened to their whispered offers of pleasure, as some of the Bucks actually appealed to him. Terrance was the second son of Lord Halifax, and a handsome young Stag wearing a military uniform.
Gil found himself increasingly drawn to Terrance. The Stag was confident, charming, and had a sense of humor that Gil couldn't help but find attractive. They spent more and more time together, Gil finding himself looking forward to conversations and shared experiences.
Terrance, in turn, seemed to be enamored with Gil, and often went out of his way to be near him, and made sure to touch him in subtle, yet meaningful ways. The young Stag's eyes seemed to follow Gil everywhere he went, and Gil couldn't help but feel a warm, tingly sensation whenever Terrance looked at him.
One night, as they sat by the fire sharing a bottle of wine, Terrance leaned in and whispered into Gil's ear. "I want to show you something, my Lord. Something only the bravest and most trusted of my lord's friends are privy to." With a quick glance around to ensure they were alone, Terrance led Gil up to his room.
As they entered the room, Terrance pushed Gil onto the bed, climbing on top of him and kissing him passionately. Gil was taken aback at first, but quickly found himself responding to Terrance's advances. The Stag's hands moved over Gil's body, exploring every inch of his skin as he continued to kiss him. Gil could feel his own arousal growing, and he couldn't help but wonder what Terrance had planned for him.
Terrance pulled away, grinning mischievously. "I have something special planned for you, my Lord. Something that I know you'll enjoy." He whispered, and reached into his pocket to pull out a small vial. "This is a potion. When you drink it, you will be able to experience pleasure like you've never known before. It's a secret of my family, passed down through generations. And I want to share it with you, my dear friend."
Gil hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether or not he wanted to partake in something so... mysterious. But the look in Terrance's eyes told him that this was something important to the other noble, and so he decided to trust him. He took the vial from Terrance, uncorking it and taking a sip. The liquid burned as it went down his throat, but soon he felt a warmth tingling throughout his body.
"What was that... What is happening to me?" As Gil's body began to respond to the potion, he felt a wave of pleasure unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Every touch, every caress from Terrance felt like a jolt of electricity, sending shivers down his spine that made his heart race. He found himself more aroused than he'd been in his whole life, and couldn't help but reciprocate Terrance's advances. Gil's eyes rolled back in his head, his mind going blank as a sneering Terrance loomed over him. Slowly the helpless Lord looked up... watching as the grinning other Bucks' muzzle slowly transformed. Suddenly Gil found himself looking up at... well, himself, as Terrance finished shifting into the new Lord Blander.
"Hahah you really are innocent and foolish!" Gil grunted in shock, as Terrance's voice copied his own.. Looking down Gilroy realized that his body had changed, his chest had pert pillowy breasts now. His sheath and testicles had vanished, as between his leg's was a hot dripping Doe sex now. Gil was left stunned and confused by the revelation that Terrance had tricked him. His mind raced with questions and fears about what this meant for his future, his status, and his relationships with the people around him.
"Wha... wh-what have you done to me?" Gil watched his former muzzle lean down, planting a powerful kiss on his lip's. She tried to resist, she really did, but that powerful male body on top of her pinned her down.
"Well isn't that obvious... I have taken your form and transformed you into a Doe. As the second son of Lord Halifax I would have been nothing. Now all I have to do is impregnate you... and I'll be Lord Blander forever. While you'll be just another of my slutty conquests, It's a brilliant scheme... if I do say so myself." Terrance grinned viciously, as his hip's slammed forward, burying his slender erection into Gil's sex. That organ sank in before hitting the Doe's maidenhead. Making her squeal out, as Terrance ripped away her virginity.
"No.. No.. NO! STOP IT!" Gil protested, struggling and fighting back, knowing that she had to keep Terrance from cumming inside. If he impregnated her then he'd win... she beat her fists against his chest and muzzle. Until he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, his strong hip's rising and falling rapidly.
"You can't stop me... it's my destiny to rule and your destiny to give birth to my offspring. So just lay back and take it you sissy." As the pain and shock of her transformation and violation subsided, Gil's mind raced with anger and hatred for Terrance. How could he, someone she had trusted and cared for, betray her so cruelly? But with every powerful thrust from him, Gil felt something else grow inside her - a burning determination to survive and seek revenge.
Gil closed her eyes, focusing on the rage and hatred that burned within. She refused to let Terrance win. Even if it meant enduring his cruel and degrading actions, she'd find a way to fight back. She thought of her subjects, her friends, and the life she'd built for herself as Lord Blander. She refused to let Terrance take that away from her.
Terrance continued to ravage Gil, his hips moving with a rhythm that was almost mechanical. His eyes were closed, lost in the pleasure of the moment. But Gil was not enjoying this, she bared her teeth, snarling and struggling against the iron grip of her captor.
"Oh yeah, I'm close. Just a little longer and you're going to be a Doe forever," he moaned, so lost in the pleasure that he'd forgotten to restrain her wrists. Glancing over, Gil saw scissors lying on the nightstand. Her fingers were just barely able to grip them, but she managed to pull them over to where she could get a firmer grip. Terrance, meanwhile, was pounding away savagely, his head thrown back as he grunted in delight. Opening the scissors, she slipped them between his legs. The smirking Bucks eyes flew open wide as he felt the cold metal around his furry sack.
"Wait! what do you think you're doing?" he squealed, looking down into her eyes, Gil flashed that handsome muzzle a savage smile as she pinned him in place with her thighs, as the scissors sliced through the delicate flesh, his eyes widened in shock and pain.
"IEIEIEEEEEEE!" he screamed, feeling those razor sharp blades close with a loud and final sounding 'Snick'. His body went rigid, and his thrusts shuddered to a halt as he tried to pull away from the sudden agony. Gil, now filled with newfound determination, didn't stop as the pouch containing his testicles dropped onto the mattress. She slipped the blades around the base of his shaft, looking into his pleading eyes in defiant anger.
"No... please NO!" He begged weakly, Gil thinking of how he'd laughed at her begging only moments before. 'Snick!' The Scissors snapped closed, his body jerked and fell to the side. As his hands closed over his bleeding denuded crotch, it was only then that she let go, panting heavily and feeling a strange sense of satisfaction.
In that moment, Gil understood that he'd do whatever it took to regain her position as Lord Blander. He would fight back against Terrance, and anyone else who tried to take what was rightfully his. The transformation had been a cruel twist of fate, but it'd also given the young Lord a new perspective on life. He was no longer just a noble Lord, but a survivor, a fighter, and a leader. Terrance, on the other hand, was left in a state of shock and humiliation.
Gil's own male body returned to him then, and he smiled, stroking his cock with one eager hand. While Terrance looked down at his mutilated crotch, tears welling up in his eyes as he realized that he was less than a Doe now. "You... you bastard... I'll get you back for this!" He vowed, his voice quivering with pain, rage and frustration at being castrated by a sissy Lord. Gil just smirked at him, the young Bucks eyes filled with defiance and determination.
"I doubt it, Terrance. You've shown your true colors, and they're not ones I'll ever respect. No one will respect a neutered male like you... my father found that out." Climbing out of bed, he grasped the bell-pull to summon a servant. Asking the maid to send Dunlup up and have him bring his tool bag, in a few minutes the old Donkey came stomping into the room.
"Well now Gil mi-boy what have you lads gotten up two?" the old Jackass asked with a grin, as he looked over the wounded Terrance moaning on the bed. Reaching over Dunlup picked up the severed cock and balls, grinning even broader as Gil snorted.
"He used magic to try and steal my position as Lord Blander..." Gil explained, the Donkey in return chuckled, before putting the severed organs into a jar. He moved over to the bleeding Buck on the bed, slapping his hands away from that ruined crotch. The old Donkey applied healing salve in the wounds, and watching in satisfaction as it almost instantly healed over.
"Well he won't be doing that again." Dunlup laughed, flashing the very humiliated Terrance a wide knowing smile. "And I got a job for someone like you, got a nice little neuter male whore house... you would fit right in there." As he finished healing Terrance's wounds and helped him up, Terrance couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and humiliation. He knew his chances of ever becoming Lord Blander were gone. The old Donkey led him out of the room, his smug grin and knowing eyes following Terrance all the way out of the castle.
In the days that followed, the news of Terrance's humiliating defeat spread through the castle and the kingdom. The Stag was ostracized and mocked by all, his reputation now in tatters. Gil, on the other hand, was hailed as a local hero. His subjects admired his courage and determination in the face of a cruel and treacherous enemy.
Gil continued to rule his estate with compassion and wisdom, learning from the lessons of the past. He never disregarded the kindness and guidance of Dunlup, the Donkey who'd taught him so much about life and leadership. Gil never forgot the bitter betrayal of Terrance, and vowed to always be on guard against those who sought to deceive and manipulate him.
Gil was left with a newfound appreciation for his position as Lord Blander.. He'd continue to learn from Dunlup and his knights, and would always remember the lessons he learned that fateful night. Gil stood in the castle's great hall, gaze wandering over the gathered nobles. He was a changed male, no longer naive and inexperienced. His time with Dunlup and the knights had taught him valuable lessons about leadership, compassion, and survival. And he was determined to use these lessons to build a better future for himself and his people.
As he moved through the crowd, Gil noticed a group of young males, some of whom he recognized from his days at boarding school. They eyed him with a mix of curiosity and admiration, whispers and glances making it clear that they were aware of the transformation he had undergone. But instead of shying away from their stares, Gil met their eyes with a steady gaze, showing them that he was not afraid.
As the night went on, Gil conversed with a young male, a handsome and charismatic Stag named Rurik. They spoke of their experiences, their dreams, and their hopes for the future. As the hours passed, Gil found himself increasingly attracted to Rurik. The Stag was kind, intelligent, and had a wicked sense of humor that made Gil laugh until his sides ached.
Over the following weeks, Gil and Rurik spent more and more time together. They shared their thoughts, their fears, and their desires. And slowly, but surely, the bond between them grew. Gil knew that he could trust Rurik, and was certain that the feelings were mutual.
Gil soon discovered that there was a genuine connection between them, and found himself falling for the handsome Stag. One evening, as they lay in each other's arms, gazing up at the stars, Gil decided to take a chance. He turned to Rurik, and he looked into his eyes and whispered, "Rurik, will you be my partner? Will you help me rule this land with kindness and fairness? Will you be my lover and my friend?" Rurik smiled down at Gil, his eyes shining with love and affection.
"Gil, I would be honored to be your partner, your ruler, and your lover. I promise to stand by your side through all the trials and tribulations that lie ahead." As Gil and Rurik sealed their bond with a passionate kiss, Gil couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected twist of fate that had brought them together. Their love story became a topic of gossip among the nobility, but Gil remained true to his values of openness and compassion. As their relationship grew stronger, they became a powerful and influential couple. Their love for each other was a testament to the importance of accepting and embracing one's true self, and their story became a symbol of hope and inspiration for many.
The wedding ceremony went off without a hitch, with Gil's new wives, the former brides of his fathers herd, now officially his. Although he didn't have any romantic feelings towards them, he treated them with respect and kindness. He continued to follow Dunlup's advice on how to pleasure males and females, using his skills to help bring happiness to those around him.
The offers for new wives from other noble families were numerous, but Gil found that he was not interested in pursuing any of them. His heart belonged to no one but his own Rurik, and knew that he would always cherish the memories of his time with Dunlup and his Knights.
As time went on, he found himself often with his Knights, enjoying their company and their stories. He discovered that there was a hidden depth to these Bucks, and that they were not as different from him as he had initially thought. They were all part of the same world, bound by the same rules and expectations, and Gil felt a kinship with them that he had not felt with the other nobles.
He also continued to remember the important lesson he had learned from Millie's request: that there was beauty and pleasure to be found in the unexpected. Whether it was in the company of Knights, the happiness of his subjects, or the memories of his time with Dunlup, Gil found that there was a world of possibility waiting just beyond the boundaries of what was considered conventional.
And so, Gil continued to grow and learn as Lord Blander, always striving to be a better ruler and a kinder soul. He knew that there was still much to learn, and much to experience, but felt confident that he could face whatever the future might hold. In time, his reputation spread far and wide. He was known for his wisdom, his fairness, and his compassion. He was often called upon to mediate disputes and to offer advice, and his counsel was sought by kings and commoners alike.
FIN