Nu-Dog Knight's Squire the written ver.
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The young lad was nervous as he gripped his sword by the hilt and swung it towards the wooden dummy in front of him. The blade hit the figure with a resounding smack making the young squire fold his ears on top of his head before drawing his practice weapon back and then standing with his shoulders square and his arms poised to swing his blade one more time. Over and over the young dog sliced at the mannequin each time chipping away at the practice figure as if it were kindling. Sweat poured down the young dog's naked back in rivulets as he worked on his sword arm under the gaze of the burning sun while focusing on the dummy as if were a attacking opponent. He had to get better for his lord knight before he could actually be allowed in battle so as the sun burned his short fur and the wind swept across facing making his unrelenting eyes glare harder at his opponent before the young lad raised his arms and swung his weapon with all the force he could muster.
Thinking back, it had been a dream of his ever since he was a pup to be able to apprentice under the lord knight and the young dog was sure that he would never get the chance as he stood in the ranks of so many other muscular young males when the chancellor, himself, had come to select the youth that would be the new squire for the lord knight. The older owl like sage had studied all of the youths well with his beady eyes before selecting him as the new squire. At first the young dog had thought there had been a mistake until his brothers in training whistled, cheered and patted his back in congratulations, much to the old owl's vexation.
The young dog blinked and he heard the cheers and calls of appraisal as he was selected for such an honor. The young page gulped and breathed slowly before stepping up to the chancellor and then following the older man as he bid the young dog to come with him. Looking back at some of his page brothers the young dog smiled to them and then gave them the thumbs up before straightening himself and walking towards a new road on his life's journey.
Back with his practice dummy the young squire grunted as he felt his paws going numb and his arms begin to tingle. The sure sign of a hard hours worth of work but he kept pressing on. He had to be ever better than when he was at his best for the lord knight. The lord knight...
It was no secret that the lord knight was an imposing man. He had been in the service of the king for many a year with his broad back, strong arms, dedicated valor in the armed services, intelligent mind, and mastery of swordplay. The older male was a Doberman from the southern islands who had come to these lands of the Unified Knightdom of Xenen specifically to protect its people and king. The king had taken a challenge to test the knight upon his arrival and had been hard pressed to deny the foreigner his admittance into his court when the two had dueled in the courtyard of the castle with nothing but their swords and honor protecting them. Both the king and lord knight bore scars under their fur from that long and arduous fight proudly and now years later the lord knight was one of the closest advisors to the crown.
The young squire thought of that and redoubled his efforts to being the best he could be since he now stood so close to the king himself with his new position. He couldn't dishonor his family name by being sent away for weakness. He owed so much to his majesty and the lord knight for keeping the realm safe so he would repay that debt with his life, if need be. Swinging his sword with as much force as he could muster the young lad growled deep into his throat as he slashed at the mannequin nearly splitting it in half before looking down to see the sweat from his fur soaking his paws through to the pad. Grunting the squire opted to ignore it before he looked down further and found his 'pride' staring at him with undisguised need.
The young dog sighed as he lowered his sword to his side before taking his left hand from the around the hilt and then reaching down to stroke the long blade of his other sword that would normally be hidden within his britches. It was so embarrassing at times like this when he got aroused from the exertion he put forth from a day's efforts but there was little he could do to stop it. He had gotten much praise and jovial grief from his twelve inches of canine maleness between his legs. The foot long shaft was drenched in musk and sweat as the young squire perspired down his body making the caninehood glisten like his sweat soaked brow. Gripping it furiously in his paw the young dog rubbed his mushroomed head letting his short claws tickle the underside of his cockhead as he thought about how much trouble and appreciation he had garnished from his odd phallus.
The other boys in the barracks looked grunted and murred in pleasure as they stripped naked and began to paw one another off. This had become a weekly even tin their lives as young pages as they sought to become squires for the lord knight. All of them had come from meager houses but each one was fit with muscle and dedication to serving their king. That wasn't to say that the normal bouts of hormone driven fun went out the window during their trying times of grunt work. Many a times had a young page been punished by one of their captains for excessively horseplay when they had been tasked with a duty and many a times the form of punishment for such actions would result in a flogging while standing naked in front of their brethren.
Now though, as they all sat in a circle and began to paw at each other's maleness they young knights to be began to fantasize about the person they wanted to bury their hard bones into, all except for one male. The youngest of their number and newest to the group was still dressed and huddled into a corner like a scared mouse making not a sound before the oldest of the pages noted their missing number and smacked his subordinates paw away from his cock to stand to his full height and stomp over to the other. The older male dragged the younger to the group and then began to strip him down against the wishes of the struggling lad. The others watched the happenings with eyes clouded by lust before all of them, including the youth doing the importune manhandling, stopped and stared at the impossibility before their eyes.
Not one of the youths present could believe it as they stared agape at the monstrosity that grew before their eyes. All of them looked down and then back up at the red faced young dog before coming over and poking at the eleven inches of maleness between the youth's legs, just to be sure they weren't all hallucinating. When each one of them ran a finger down the elongating mass of dogcock the leader of their unit forced the younger page down into his lap before grabbing both his and the youth's shafts into his paw and noting the difference.
The three inches of difference between them made the group's leader envious but respectful before he gripped the shafts in his paw with enough force to make both of them yelp and whimper and then began to paw off both malenesses.
The young squire grunted as he ran the smooth but calloused pads of his left paw over his cock before grunting and thrusting his hips forward making his naked rear dancing into his own hand. Thoughts of so many times and instances when he had been initiated into sexplay with his brethren flashed into his mind, some of them good and some of them not so good, as the tattoo on his bottom from one of the young pages branding him with a ring heated by a campfire during one of their training regiments made him sway his long tail over his bum and then growl in annoyance.
The shaft in between his paws seeped male nectar as the young lad's thick sac carrying his testicles drew up to his body while highlighting the pleasure flowing through his loins. It felt so wonderful to be able to take control of his maleness and pump it to garnish such ecstatic rapture from himself. The ground beneath him began to drench and turn muddy from the heady sap dribbling down his long cock before a voice startled the young squire...
"Having fun..." the voice smoothly droned out. Startled, the young lad quickly release his throbbing shaft and draw his left paw back to the hilt of his sword and stand in position to attack, right before he noted who the owner of said voice was and then gasped before shivering and quivering like a leaf in the Autumn.
One a stack of barrels stood the lord knight impassively watching his young squire with a whimsical smile trying to upturn his lips. The much larger Doberman looks at the weapon in the youth's paws before gazing at his young charge with a cocked eyebrow. Immediately the young dog lowers his weapon and then bows his head trying very hard to ignore his pulsing length of maleness as he looked to the ground.
"Master! I...I...was just..."
The lord knight leaned back letting his own form relax against the bunch of barrels while his paws held his weight steady before speaking, "I came to see what was taking you so long. ...Now I see...now I know why you were made my squire...look up young one..." The knight ordered calmly.
The young squire did as he was commanded and then gasped at what he saw. Before his eyes was a titan of malehood glimmering in the sunlight at a massive height of two and a half feet with a girth as wide as the young lad's arm. Two apple sized testicles snuggle hid between the lord knight's thighs making the young dog open his muzzle in surprise with a string of drool trying to fall from his dark lips.
The lord knight didn't say anything as he reached out a paw and crooked it bidding his young squire over. Hypnotized the youth lowered his sword to the ground and then step hesitantly over, his own maleness dribbling a path underneath him as he made the short journey. The lord knight placed one of his brick hard paws onto the younger male's shoulder forcing the other to his knees before pulling the young squire towards his own shaft.
The heady scent of maleness made the young dog whimper and sniff his nose along the thirty some odd inches of flesh right in front of his muzzle before the lord knight gave one command in his deep, resonating voice,
"Lick."