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The fight was over. His sword lay where it had fallen after he had been disarmed. The sweat from the fight was made even worse by the heat of the late summer evening and ran down his body, soaking his shirt. The sun hung low in the gold-tinted sky, casting a pinkish light over the blue-green grass. He'd lost! He couldn't believe it. He'd lost! He'd never been beaten before and now he was terrified. The fight for his freedom had been long and hard; he had never fought harder in his twenty-seven years of life. Now, he was the spoils. Lenquan Rafe Holserz trembled as he contemplated what would be expected of him for the rest of his life. His conqueror, a tall, dark man, watched him, still holding the sword that had lately been at his neck, panting with lust in his eyes. He was a good looking man; one that Rafe would have gladly bargained with for a night of pleasure. Now, Rafe's red sash that had denoted his bondlord status was wrapped around the taller man's blade. By right of challenge he belonged to this man - his Liegeship - Ramquan Simon Banksen the Bold. Rafe could see the bulge developing in other man's breeches and feel his own body responding in the age-old manner of the conquered.
"Present yourself!" The ramquan barked out the order.
With trembling fingers, Lenquan Rafe unbuttoned his shirt and threw it from his body. Then he took off his boots and socks and tossed them aside, also. His breeches and tight-fitting underpants were next, and then he stood completely nude. The ramquan's hot gaze almost burned his skin as it traveled from his flushed face to his half-hard cock, down his well muscled legs and back up again. A nod from the dark-skinned man, and Rafe turned around to retrieve his cloak from where he'd placed it before the battle. Spreading it on the grass of the meadow where they had fought and ignoring twinges from his wounds, he dropped to his knees. The buzz of awakening nighttime insects was almost drowned out by the sound of his harsh breathing in his ears. The sweet, pungent scent of red cacas flowers filled the air, as arousal and fear warred throughout his body. His trembling became worse as he reached behind himself and bending over slightly pulled his buttcheeks apart to show his new bondlord what he had won.
The ramquan smiled and licked his lips at the sight of the puckered entrance into the beautiful man's body. With a soft moan he dropped his sword and kneeled behind his new bondman, stroking the man's back gently, then removing the slender hands holding the golden globes apart and replacing them with his own. Sighing in pleasure at the sweaty, musky odor of his newfound treasure, he pulled the cheeks further apart, and leaning forward licked the little rosebud, tasting the other man for the first time. Rafe gasped at the feel of his new bondlord's tongue on him, and the trembling in his body became stronger. Softly growling, Ramquan Simon pushed deeper into the virgin hole, figuring that it was just first-time nerves that made the younger man shake so. A little teasing and the bondman would be begging for it. Ramquan Simon knew how to please a man. He had to, if he wanted to rule his father's felldom. So he was very surprised when Rafe only trembled more with each caress of his tongue. Finally, he lifted his head.
"What is wrong?!" the ramquan said, exasperation evident in his voice.
"N-n-nothing, my Lord," came the soft reply.
Ramquan Simon looked over at their two seconds, standing a little away under the broad purple leafs of the min trees at the edge of the clearing. They were waiting, along with the rest of the spectators, to witness the consummation of the ancient bondman's ritual. He could tell by the slight frown on the man's face that Rafe's bondman and second, who was a beautiful red head, was concerned for his former bondlord. His grizzled teacher, Mentor Harpstit, who had been his second, looked back at him just as puzzled. Both of them shook their heads in reply to his questioning look, not understanding why the beaten man quaked so badly.
"Something is, my Bondman, or you wouldn't be shaking like this." Ramquan Simon said in a soothing voice.
"Do not shame me, my Lord, and just take me!" the conquered man hissed furiously.
The ramquan looked over at all the spectators that were beginning to mutter amongst themselves and came to a decision.
"No, I would not cause you pain," and pulled the other man into his embrace.
Kissing him lightly on the forehead and then eyes, "You are too beautiful not to savor, which cannot be done properly here."
The young man really was beautiful: shoulder length dark brown hair with golden highlights glinting in the last bit of sunlight, a well-built, muscular body tanned an dark olive tone, large hazel eyes that sparkled as lust and fear fought within them. From the moment he had seen him in the tavern earlier that afternoon, he'd known he had to win the younger man. He'd spotted the pair of them at a table as soon as he and his mentor walked into the place, and he'd immediately asked the tavernkeeper their names.
"They are Lenquan Rafe Holserz and his bondman Osbert Fultern, your Liegeship."
"Good families," the ramquan had observed.
"It is rumored they are in love, your Liegeship," the tavernkeeper said tentatively, not sure how the ramquan would take that bit of information, as he could tell the tall, dark man was interested in the pair.
"Why so? I do not see a lovebond badge on either of them."
"Perhaps, they haven't gotten around to it, your Liegeship. They've only been in the city for about six months. Lenquan Holserz never challenges and never looses when he, himself, is challenged. He also always refuses any offer for his bondman's favors. Although, he sometimes makes his own offers for other bondmen."
"Interesting," Ramquan Simon had replied.
Just then the dark-haired beauty had lifted his head and looked over at him. Dark brown eyes had met bright hazel ones, and something sparked between them. A few minutes later he had walked over to their table and challenged Lenquan Holserz over the objections of Mentor Harpstit. It had been the fight of his life. The younger man was good - extremely good - with the sword. He had barely managed to win, but sword skill was not the only thing needed to win a challenge. It also took a determined and charismatic personality. A light caress with the flat of the blade between the legs, a certain look in the eye during a hard thrust, and a knowing smile all went towards putting your opponent off balance. When he had heard the soft, yet steady, voice say, "I yield myself to you, my Lord," in between gasps for breath, and the man's sash held out for him to take, he had felt such an incredibly strong rush of triumph that he nearly pounced on the man right then and there.
"Come," Ramquan Simon said, the evening song of a ges flying overhead ending his reverie, and stood up, bringing the other man along with him. "We will go back to the palace."
The ramquan heard mumbled words of leering disappointment from the crowd while most went back into the tavern, as he picked his own cloak off the ground and draped it around the naked man. Then he retrieved his sword, removed the sash, which he put on, and sheathed his blade after wiping it on the grass. At his nod his second brought over his horse and held it while he mounted. Then the ramquan helped the younger man onto the horse behind him. He patted the arms that instinctively came around his chest. Rafe's second gathered up his former bondlord's scattered clothing and cloak, and leading Rafe's sorrel mare, mounted his own dappled grey gelding. Mentor Harpstit got on his bay stallion, and the four men preceded to the castle.
By the time they reached the palace, two of Caron's three moons had risen. Dappled patches of moonlight shone down on the four noblemen as they crossed the drawbridge. Rafe wanted the ground to open up and swallow him - not only had he lost - which meant that Osy was no longer his - but he had shamed himself with his fear. How could his new bondlord even want him? His fear must have disgusted the ramquan and that was why his conqueror had not just simply taken him. Pages running up to take their horses distracted him from his self-castigation.
"Your Liegeship, you have return! His Wisdom said to direct you to his private chambers as soon as you arrived!" a squire said after bowing respectfully.
A look of surprise and irritation crossed the ramquan's face, causing the squire to lick his lips a little nervously. Simon briefly considered refusing to go - after all his blood burned to claim his new bondman - and it was bad form to interrupt or delay the claiming. He knew his father, though, and had a pretty good idea as to why his Wisdom wanted to see him. Might as well get it over with before he lost himself in the newfound pleasures of his bondman.
"Tell him I'm on my way, Casimir. Harpy, would you get these two settled in my chambers for me and make sure they eat. And have the physic bring supplies to my rooms, also," Ramquan Simon said as he dismounted and then helped Rafe down.
Once the new bondman was on the ground, he just stood there hanging his head, which the ramquan noticed immediately.
"Head up, my beauty, you are my bondman now," and leaning in close he whispered in Rafe's ear, "I'm not going to put you aside."
At the look of hope appearing in the younger man's eyes, Ramquan Simon realized that had been exactly what Rafe had been thinking and pulled him into a kiss. Several passing courtiers gasped at this rather unusual public display of affection, but Ramquan Simon wasn't called the Bold for nothing. When the strong lips covered his, Rafe felt some of his fear go away, replaced by wonder and a growing desire. He wrapped his arms around the larger man and pulled him closer. Ancient instincts were making themselves known. A deep throaty chuckle rumbled through Ramquan Simon's chest, and he deepened the kiss, pulling the other man's groin up against his. He could feel an answering hardness touch his own. Sounds from the courtyard around him reminded him he was still outside, though, so he forced himself to end the kiss sooner than he wanted to.
"You may speak with your former bondman while I'm gone," he said.
Rafe's lips formed a small 'o' in shock, then, "t-thank you, my Lord!" Rafe said with the first smile since the challenge lighting up his face. This was an unexpected favour. It was very unusual for the conqueror to allow his new acquisition to speak to his former bondmen until after a few days. It was believed that this strengthened the new bond and weakened the old. In fact, it was not unusual for former bondmen, if they agreed to belong to the winner, to be sent away.
"Yes, thank you, my Lord," Osbert said, gracefully bending into a deep formal bow. The ramquan accepted the obeisance with a smile and a nod. The smile quickly left his face as he turned to go answer his father's summons.
The walk to their new life was silent. Mentor Harpstit led the way, slightly worried about what his Wisdom was saying to his Liegeship. The ramquan's suite was in the East Tower over looking the lake that fed the moot. It was quite large with four separate bedrooms all connected to one sitting room. It had all the amenities, including large glass-paned windows that provided a beautiful view of the lake and surrounding woods.
"Here we are," Mentor Harpstit said and opened the engraved double doors wide enough for them all to enter the chambers.
The quarters were richly furnished even more than Osbert was used to. The former bondman, now a lenquan again, walked into the sitting room amazed at the art and wealth on display. His own House was very well off, and Rafe often teased him about his love of the finer things life had to offer. Osy had never seen anything wrong with comfort. Lenquan Osbert looked over at his nanlin, not quite sure what to do. Rafe was standing a few feet into the main room, his head slightly bowed dressed only in his new master's cloak.
'Nanlin.', Osy thought as he took in the sight of the man that had been his lord and lover for six years. The word for one's former bondlord just didn't seem to fit.
"I will go and see about some food for you two," the mentor said and went to leave. A soft lilting voice kept him.
"Do you think that it is a good idea to leave us together alone?" Osbert said, concern causing him to frown.
There was an identical look on the new bondman's face. If the mentor had had any doubts, they were dispelled at that moment.
"I believe you two can be trusted; besides, his Liegeship doesn't hold with a lot of the old customs." With that he left.
The two men, formerly bondlord and man, looked at each other with slightly shocked expressions on their faces. Rafe was torn between the nearly overwhelming feelings of being conquered and guilt from breaking his promise to Osy that they would always be together. He longed to take the slender red head into his arms, but knew he could not. They had been given permission to speak, not touch. Sighing the former lenquan walked over to the middle window and looked out. Night had fallen and the torches on the walls of the castle and the gaslights of the town gave the land a starry appearance. He heard Osy come across the room and join him.
"I'm sorry, Osy; I tried."
Osbert sighed and pulled his hair out of its customary warrior's knot. The long silken tresses caught the light from the candles and oil lamps lit around the room, causing the strands to shimmer a red-gold.
"I know you did. Don't blame yourself. He is the ramquan after all. You gave him a worthy fight, but no one can hold out against royalty. Besides, you wanted him," Osy managed to say this with a steady voice, but had to turn away when he felt tears filling his eyes.
Rafe saw the tears anyway and felt his own eyes become moist. But he couldn't deny his attraction to the ramquan, not after that kiss in front of the entire palace, and certainly not with an erection bobbing in sync with his every move.
"Please say you'll stay, Osy. I couldn't bear it if you left."
Osy kept his eyes on the window in front of him. "I'll stay, if he allows me," he answered in a soft voice tinged with hopelessness.
"Of course, he'll allow you," Rafe said with as much bravo as he could muster, "You're the most beautiful man in the felldom."
Osy turned to look at Rafe with a touch of his old mischief in his eyes. "Oh, yeah, then how come he challenged you?"
"Because he wanted you - like most of the people who ever challenged me."
"Oh, don't even try it. You know you flaunt your gorgeous ass everywhere."
Then both men laughed softly at this continuation of an old argument. The truth was both men were beautiful, but they only saw the other like that.
"Rafe, what is upsetting you so much that you're unable to consummate?"
Rafe looked down and away from Osy, shame colouring his cheeks. "I would rather not talk about it, Osy. Please. I'm sorry."
The red head nodded, "It's okay, Rafe. You know you're going to have to tell your b-the ramquan."
"Yes," Rafe said anguish showing in his face at his failure on all counts.
Osbert saw the pain in his beloved's expression and felt an answering grief in his own heart. He briefly considered grabbing the younger man and running away as far and fast as he could with him, but he knew there was no hope in that idea. Even if they did managed to get out of the palace, the city and into the deep woods, they would be on the run for the rest of their lives and more than likely caught and put to death. They stood by the middle window as close as they dared without touching, contemplating this sudden change in their lives, when suddenly Osbert shook himself.
"Okay, there is nothing we can do about this, so we might as well live with it. By the Egg of the Universe, Rafe, you're now the bondman to the ramquan. Your House just went from Lesser to Greater in an afternoon. You're now one of the highest ranking males in the felldom. My father is going to burst a vein," Osy said with a gleeful chuckle.
"But he'll be so happy that you and I are no longer together," Rafe said laughing out loud, and then realizing what he'd just said stopped abruptly, pain clouding his eyes once more.
Osy wasn't going to let him start brooding again, though.
"I will stay if the ramquan lets me. We may still be together. There's always hope," Osy said matter-of-facterly. "Now, I propose we have some fun."
"Fun?" Rafe said almost afraid to ask.
"Fun - like snooping!" and the red head made for the nearest bedroom door. "I wonder which one is his?"
"Osy! Stop it! Come back here! You're going to get us executed at dawn!"
"Ha! I don't have to obey you anymore!" Osy said, his eyes bright with mischief.
"Like you ever did," Rafe remarked dryly.
Thankfully just as Osy was going to open the bedroom door, the double doors leading to the hall opened, and Mentor Harpstit came in followed by servants who carried an unbelievable amount of food, drink, and the necessary accouterments into the room. The servants set everything down on the large ornate table in the middle of the sitting room and began to lay out the food and drink. Rafe breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He really hadn't wanted to try and explain why they were going through his liegeship's underwear drawer and, knowing Osy, laughing hysterically.
The mentor watched the two men closely. As soon as he had entered, they had moved apart to almost opposite sides of the room. The former Lenquan Holserz kept himself modestly covered with the cloak and did not ask for any other clothing. The mentor noticed the looks filled with pain, though, whenever one looked at the other. The former bondlord and man were a breathtaking pair. One a classic tall, dark (although not as dark as royalty), muscular beauty, and the other just as tall, more slender, pale of skin, steel grey eyes that seemed to look right into your soul. He couldn't imagine the number of challenges and offers Rafe had had to put up with.
"Help yourself to as much as and whatever you would like," the mentor said. Osbert immediately went to the table and started piling food onto a plate like he hadn't eaten in a month.
"Save some for the ramquan," Rafe chuckled at the usual display of Osy's voracious appetite. All his appetites were so - mischief, sex, food, sleep. Osbert Fultern believed in experiencing life.
"He's the ramquan; he can get them to make more," Osy said, waving his hand dismissively. "Besides, I'm a growing boy," he said with a grin.
Rafe nearly spilled the glass of wine he was pouring at the comment. "Osy, you're thirty years old," he reminded the red head.
"That's still young! Isn't that right, Mentor Harpstit?" turning his brilliant smile on the older man. The mentor's breath caught in his throat at the beauty focusing on him.
'By the Goddess! If the ramquan doesn't want him, I might challenge him myself!'
"Quite right, my young man, you're still young," the mentor agreed.
They all three laughed softly and began to eat. Mentor Harpstit watched the two younger men banter lightheartedly as old friends, while he ate. The amiable joking still didn't quite hide the sorrow in both of them.
'Hhhhuummmm, too much sorrow for just a bondlord and man separating - more like - oh dear Goddess! They're really in love! 'Goddess help us! What has that pup gotten himself into this time?' he thought.
"I must take my leave of you," he announced suddenly, "I have an errand I forgot about. The servants will see to any of your needs and answer any of your questions," and bowing politely he hurried off.
Ramquan Simon felt like he could walk on air, he was so happy at his conquest. He had won a bondman, the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He felt sure that he could quiet Rafe's fears and soon consummate the bond. The thought of claiming the young man went straight to his groin. The ache was so powerful that he nearly groaned out loud. His blood was so hot to discover all that his new bandman had to offer, he almost could not concentrate on anything else. He could feel a large grin on his normally stern face, but he couldn't help but smile. The only thing marring his happiness was this almost insulting summons by his father. His father constantly worried that something would happen to his only son, and it was only getting worse the older the ranis got. Determined to make this interview as short as possible, he lengthened his stride. It wasn't long before he reached his father's private chambers and knocked on the door.
"Enter!" came the bass voice of his sire.
"Hello, Father, you wanted to see me?" the ramquan said, bowing to the larger, imposing man.
The ranis' body had thickened with age and there was grey in his tight curls, but he still had the Lens of the Greater and Lesser Houses asking when it was their turn to prove their loyalty. The ranis took in the sight of his only son. Blood stained his shirt and breeches from various cuts during the challenge. He still wore his new bondman's old sash along with his own silver one, and his cloak was missing. The sword at his hip completed the picture.
"What did you think you were doing or did you think?" Ranis Nord I said in a soft, but angry tone.
The smile died on Simon's lips. "I did what every noble male born in this felldom has the right to do and won a bondman." He said trying to keep his voice even.
"You are not noble; you are royal! What if you had lost!? I could have ended up with a scion of the Lesser Houses for an heir!" the ranis all but roared.
"I was not going to lose," Simon stated coldly, anger slowly building.
"So, they all say! I hear you didn't even consummate the bond."
"Spying on me again, Father," Ramquan Simon growled low in his throat.
"I have no need to spy when the ramquan of the land walks into a tavern and challenges the son of a Lesser House. And then fights for so long that people wonder if he's going to win! He made you work for him; I'll give him that. But then you don't even complete the bond! So now your manhood is being questioned! Why, by the Egg of Creation, did you challenge him!? All you had to do was say to him 'by your leave'!"
"I wanted him. I also decided to claim him in a bed, not a meadow, Father. There is still plenty of time to prove my 'manhood'. Was this so important that you needed to interrupt the claiming?"
This cut the ranis' anger short, "I only wanted to make sure you were all right, my son," he said.
"I am fine, Father," Simon said becoming more angry at what he saw as an insult. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a bondman who needs care."
Simon was out the door before his father could say another word.
Mentor Harpstit walked quickly down the halls towards the ranis' chambers, hoping to meet up with the ramquan on the way back to his new bondman. About halfway there he heard his liegeship's footsteps. Hurrying around the corner he found him, walking briskly - his face calm, but his eyes stormy as they often were lately after a meeting with his father.
"Mentor Harpstit," Ramquan Simon said in greeting when the older man fell in step with him as he strode down the hall.
"I see the meeting went as well as usual," Harpstit said slightly teasing.
"I'm tired, horny, and hungry, old mentor, I don't wish to be teased!"
Harpstit took no offense. "He's just concerned for you and the felldom," he said laying his hand on the ramquan's arm, and bringing him to a stop. Simon looked at his mentor, anger darkening his expression; but the look of gentle concern in the blue eyes calmed him. He never could stay angry around Mentor Harpstit for long.
"I know, Harpy, I know," he sighed, "I just wish he had someone else to be concerned about. I wish he would take another bondman himself. I know he loved Gamand, but it's been ten years!"
The mentor's eyes twinkled in agreement. He also thought some of the pressure the ranis put on his son was due to not having anyone else to care about. The ranis and the lis, his wife, had been estranged for years; she even lived in her own palace in the north part of the felldom. He remembered the bright blond man who had stolen the ranis' heart. The bondman had always been laughing - the total opposite of the rather dour young ranis. Even the lis had said Ranis Nord only really laughed around him. Unfortunately, he was dead now, killed in the last war with the Donites. Some said that this was the true reason for the enemies' defeat. The ramquan noticed the sparkle in Harpy's eyes and smiled, then leaning down he drew the older man into a kiss as an apology for his sharp words. His sexual frustration quickly turned the kiss into something a little more passionate, though. The mentor melted into his former student's arms, enjoying the remembered pleasure. It had been a while since they had shared this kind of intimacy, and the ramquan was a good kisser. Leaning into the ramquan's body his groin brushed up against the dark man's erection. Ramquan Simon moaned an almost desperate moan. He was so hard from unfulfilled bondlust that his breeches felt two times too small. This and the anger at the summons by his father swirled and combined in his breast into an explosive mixture. The kiss became harder - more demanding - as he started to undo the older man's jacket, shirt, then pants. Harpstit could sense his former student's near frantic want and willingly helped him gain access to his body. Once the older man's body was sufficiently uncovered, the mentor undid the ramquan's breeches , while the tall, dark man fondled his old teacher's cock and balls.
"Harpy!" the ramquan whispered into the older man's ear, "I need something for lube."
"Take me dry if you wish, Ramquan."
"No," the taller man said, "Never that."
He managed to pull himself away from the promised delights of his old teacher's body and opened the first door he came to. Fortunately, it was a storeroom or something with jars of stuff on the shelves. He grabbed one and tore off the lid, sniffing the contents. It was some kind of lotion for the body. He quickly returned to the hallway where he found the mentor turned facing the wall, his head resting on his arms, pants and underwear around his feet, his upper body bare with the shirt and jacket on the ground. Grabbing the back of the older man's head by the hair - not hard enough to hurt - he latched onto his mentor's lips in another demanding kiss. Harpstit groaned at the intensity of it. He did not expect much pleasure or even satisfaction, given his old student's state, but as a true royal, Ramquan Simon did not disappoint. He unerringly went to all the sensitive places with his mouth and hands. Mentor Harpstit could feel his cock filling, and his body begin to tremble with need. When the ramquan felt the older man was ready, he dipped his fingers into the lotion and immediately pushed two inside the older man's tiny entrance. Harpstit gasped a little in pain, but pushed back against the fingers anyway. Ramquan Simon started to rub the mentor's prostate and soon had him begging for something larger. After lubing his nearly painful length, the ramquan pushed his way inside the warm depths in one stroke. The older man whimpered and clawed at the wall unable to articulate his want with words. A few slow strokes, and then Ramquan Simon was pounding into his mentor with punishing thrusts. Both men crying out loud from the pleasure of it. It wasn't long before the dark man could feel tendrils of white hot pleasure tightening his balls, so he reached around and began to pump the other man's cock. Harpstit cries became louder as his own release came closer. Then the ramquan was biting his neck, thrusting hard into him while he came. The feel of the hot, thick liquid filling him triggered the mentor's own orgasm. With one last cry he sprayed the wall with cum. The ramquan and mentor both slid down the wall in exhaustion from their fast fuck, narrowly avoiding the cum stains. Still recovering, Ramquan Simon tenderly turned the older man over and with a handkerchief from one of his pockets began to clean the other man's cleft and swollen hole. When he was satisfied the mentor was clean he began to put Harpstit's clothing on him again. When the older man was dressed, he fixed his own clothing. Then standing up, he helped the other man to his feet.
"Sweet Mother! You always were talented!" Mentor Harpstit said when he could talk. Simon chuckled and hugged tightly the man who had taught him most of what he knew about giving pleasure.
"I had a good teacher. Thank you, Harpy. Now, why have you left my new bondman alone with his nanmon? I know you didn't meet me here just for a quick fuck in the hallway."
"Pup!" the mentor said in mock outrage, pulling out of the ramquan's arms to smack him across the chest, "I left them with servants; I wanted to speak to you about them in private."
"Go ahead," the ramquan laughed.
"I believe that they are truly in love. Why they never lovebonded, I have no idea."
"And you are worried that they or someone will accuse me of trying to break up a lovebonded pair."
"It could happen, your Liegeship. Have their Houses been informed of their change in status?"
"I was waiting until after we consummated. What gives you the idea they're in love?" the ramquan said eyes flashing with possessiveness.
"They have done nothing inappropriate, ramquan," the older man assured, "They have behaved as a nanmon and his former bondman should.but.well. It is the looks they share, and they way they act towards one and other that makes me believe so."
Mulling this over, Ramquan Simon rubbed his chin, "Do you think this might be the reason for my bondman's inability to consummate?"
"It is possible, my Liedgeship."
"Hhhhhuuuuummmm, well, I'll never find out standing in the hallway. Let's go see my bondman."
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