As Vayne’s corruption continues to resurface, he pulls his squire, Edric, further into depravity.
Vayne looked out through a nearby arrow slit. The yard outside was cast in the burnished reddish-gold of the sunset but it was empty now that he’d finished training.
He never used to question the wisdom of sectioning off a nearby part of the fort for changing rooms. With the Mirellian Church’s teachings in mind, it made perfect sense.
Training was nothing to take lightly. It was strenuous at the best of times. Everyone ended up dusty and sweaty afterward, and since the Church valued modesty so much, it was only reasonable to give the Brothers a place to change and freshen up in relative privacy.
Nowadays, Vayne found the whole thing rather excessive. The space could have been used for other things: storage rooms, for example.
Whatever, he thought to himself. Truth was, he didn’t particularly care. He just would have liked to be rid of the changing rooms altogether. The reasons weren’t quite so important, but the truth of his motives was unlikely to sway any opinions so he just kept them to himself.
He had never been the kind to question Church teachings though he’d grown dissatisfied with the emphasis on modesty. He couldn’t imagine there being any harm in seeing skin.
The argument that displaying bare flesh would inspire lust and lewdness simply made no sense. And besides, he and the Brothers had worked hard on their bodies. It made no sense to hide away the results of their endeavors.
If anything, Vayne thought great bodies deserved to be shown off. It was a waste to keep them wrapped up in layers of restrictive cloth. A well-honed physique was something to be proud of, not kept hidden.
That said, his true motives weren’t quite so righteous. All he wanted was the ability to ogle his Brothers’ bodies.
Besides that, he wanted to show off as well. Ever since he learned of Edric’s crush on him, he’d been dying to know whether any of his Brothers fancied him as well.
With a sigh, Vayne wiped the moisture from his brow with the back of his hand. It was unlikely such a thing would come to pass. The Mirellian Church was not known for its flexibility in its teachings.
He flicked his wrist, wringing the sweat from his hand. The heavy droplets splattered against the floor nearby.
Vayne was glad to be in relative privacy. The air felt mercifully cool against his bare skin, though it might have felt even better had the arrow slits been wide enough to allow more than a whisper of a breeze into the room.
The feeling of standing around without a shirt or tunic was underrated, he thought. Especially after a particularly strenuous bout of training, it felt amazing to let his skin breathe.
There were other perks, as well. Edric had been watching him intently throughout his training session but now that his top was off, the young man’s gaze was practically drilling into his back.
"What is it, Edric?" said Vayne, glancing over his shoulder at the squire.
Edric jumped. "N-nothing, S-Sir Vayne," he stammered, as he held a towel out to Vayne.
A smile tugged at the corner of Vayne’s mouth as he accepted the piece of cloth and toweled himself off. He might not have had the courage to train in the courtyard without a shirt but, strictly speaking, it was against the rules to have another man in the changing room with him.
He couldn’t bring himself to give a shit, though.
He knew he probably shouldn’t have been so flippant regarding Church doctrine. He just couldn’t care less, which was odd.
In his mind, Vayne knew he was supposed to be a devout follower of the Church and a staunch protector of her principles. It just didn’t feel real.
He felt a peculiar contempt for some of the rules he used to follow without question. For most of them, though, his feelings amounted to total apathy.
"Out with it," said Vayne, handing back the towel once he was done. It seemed Edric forgot where he was for a moment as he brought the towel to his face and smelled it before lowering it. He didn’t seem to realize Vayne had watched the whole thing, either.
"I-I wouldn’t want to bother you, s-sir," Edric mumbled, as bright pink blossomed across his cheeks.
Vayne chuckled. "If you’re going to hide anything from me, Edric, you’re going to have to get better at lying than that."
Under normal circumstances, Vayne might not have noticed Edric’s gaze roaming over his body whenever the squire thought he wasn’t looking. However, it was as if he’d developed a certain sense of whenever someone was lusting after him.
It was odd, but since his first time with Edric, he’d become acutely aware of whenever Edric’s eyes were on him. It didn’t take a genius to guess what was on the boy’s mind.
"I-I didn’t mean to… I-I’m sorry, Sir Vayne…" Edric mumbled.
Vayne almost felt bad. Edric sounded genuinely guilty. It was so much fun to tease the boy, though. He could scarcely stop.
"I-It’s just… I-I had a dream again and…" Edric trailed off—as if he was unsure of what to say next.
"And you were wondering if I might want some help on my investigation?" said Vayne, finishing Edric’s sentence for him.
The tips of Edric’s ears turned pink as he lowered his gaze and nodded. "Y-yes, sir," he stammered.
Vayne smirked. He was impressed it had taken Edric this long. He’d expected Edric to come back to him the next day whether he’d had a repeat of his ‘sinful’ dream or not but the squire had held out for a surprisingly long time.
There was likely still a part of Edric stubbornly clinging to the principles of the Church. The fact that he’d given in to Vayne at all meant that his devotion could only go so far, though. Now that he’d had a taste of what Vayne had to offer, though, it was only natural that he wanted more.
"Very well," said Vayne. He turned away from the wall and walked toward Edric. "Tell me about your dream," he said, pinning Edric against the door to the room with his body.
"H-Here, Sir Vayne? W-What if we get caught?" Edric whispered. He looked mildly terrified but if the erection rubbing against Vayne’s leg was anything to go by, he was also aroused beyond belief.
"Get caught?" said Vayne, the corner of his lips pulling upward into a small smirk.
"I don’t think there’s anything we could be ‘caught’ for… We’re just investigating our dreams, aren’t we?" said Vayne, flashing Edric a wolfish grin as he sank to his knees.
He made short work of the laces on Edric’s breeches and undergarments. It didn’t take long before Edric’s straining cock was bobbing up and down in front of him.
Vayne wrapped his fingers around Edric’s manhood and rubbed it against the side of his face. He mouthed and nibbled at the skin by the base and said, "You don’t think we’re doing anything wrong, do you?"
Looking up at Edric, he continued. "As your mentor, I cannot, in good conscience, make you do something you think is wrong. If you don’t agree with what we’re doing then we can stop."
"N-no!" Edric blurted out with surprising force. His cock twitched and released a glob of pre-cum which Vayne swiftly licked up.
"That’s good," said Vayne. "Because we’re not doing anything wrong, are we?"
"N-no, sir," Edric moaned.
"We’re just investigating some odd dreams."
Edric closed his eyes, tilted his head back against the door, and nodded. "Just i-investigating, sir. Y-yes."
Vayne smirked. He kissed the tip of Edric’s cock, tongue flicking at the slit. "We’re just… re-enacting the dream scenario… To jog our memories."
"Y-yes," Edric breathed. The flush of his cheeks had spread to his neck and his hands were on top of Vayne’s head. "F-feeling your mouth on m-my c-cock helps me remember what you did to me in my dream, sir," he said.
"That’s good," said Vayne, smirking as he wrapped his lips around the sensitive head of Edric’s cock. He swirled his tongue a few times, tracing the ridge of the glans with the tip of his tongue.
Vayne pulled off with a wet pop. "So," he said, licking his lips as he tilted his gaze up from the glistening head of Edric’s cock. "What did I do to you in your dream?"
Edric’s fingers tightened in Vayne’s hair at the question. "Y-you swallowed me, sir," he stammered.
Despite the admirable restraint Edric was displaying while Vayne teased his cock with his mouth, he couldn’t resist the urge to tug on Vayne’s hair.
Vayne smirked up at Edric. "Like this?" he said, sinking down the substantial length of Edric’s endowment in a single smooth motion.
Edric whimpered, his head thumping against the wood of the door as he tossed it back. "Y-yes, sir," he stammered.
Vayne stayed as he was. The feeling of Edric’s cock buried in his gullet was amazing. It filled his throat—stretched it, even—and he could feel the throb of Edric’s racing pulse through it.
Edric gulped. He looked down at Vayne’s lips wrapped around the root of his cock. "T-then you sucked me off, sir," he breathed, groaning as Vayne did just that.
"A-and you moved your mouth u-up a-and down," he breathed.
"Aw Light, sir," Edric groaned.
The wet, lewd sounds of Vayne slurping on Edric’s cock filled the air. He bobbed his head up and down between Edric’s legs with gusto, enjoying the sensation of the squire’s cockhead rubbing the back of his throat.
"Yeah… J-just like that, sir."
Even if he was still speaking in deferential tones, Vayne liked the way that Edric had taken the reins. He’d expected he would have to pull off Edric’s cock to prompt him for more but he was pleasantly surprised and glad to be wrong.
"Aw, yeah," said Edric, groaning as he tightened his grip on Vayne’s hair. He even rocked his hips, pumping his cock to meet Vayne’s rhythm.
The shift in the atmosphere barely registered but Vayne noticed it all the same. Edric had both hands in his hair now, and they were holding on tight for leverage.
Instinct took over. Vayne leaned back and rested his weight on his feet. Somehow, he had the sense Edric was about to take a more active role. He couldn’t have been happier.
He needed this. He didn’t know why, exactly, but he craved the sensation of having another man take charge of him. It made a part of him happy. Again, like this was what he’d been born to do.
Vayne didn’t fight when he felt a tug on the back of his head. He tilted his face up and smiled, taking care to keep his lips firmly locked around Edric’s sizable girth as he did.
"Light," Edric swore, under his breath. He’d looked down to meet Vayne’s sultry gaze. Who’d have thought lidded eyes and a cocky little smirk stretched around a cock could make a man’s brain go haywire.
Edric’s grip tightened even more. He rolled his hips, gently thrusting his cock in and out of Vayne’s gullet.
"Then, I fucked your throat, sir," he groaned. He went slow, at first. His consideration was admirable.
Vayne could take more punishment. He had no idea how he knew that but he knew it to be true. He felt it in his gut. In that jagged hole inside of him. The one slowly—torturously so—filling back in.
He said nothing to Edric, though. He didn’t so much as wince when Edric’s fingers pulled on his hair.
It wasn’t his place to dictate anything. His input didn’t matter, or at least, it didn’t have to matter.
Any consideration for his pleasure was his master’s prerogative—or at least down to the discretion of the one presently using him. His job was to kneel there, look pretty and take what was given.
Finally, and most importantly, the only purpose that he served was to pleasure his user. He was a hole. A warm and eager toy to fuck.
It didn’t matter that he was a Knight-Commander of the Radiant Order’s foremost combat unit. It didn’t matter that the one using him was but a novice in training.
At this moment, Edric was a man.
Vayne was not.
And it didn’t matter that he loved the way Edric’s cock was pounding into his throat because it was his purpose to take it even if he didn’t.
"Aw, Light, sir, I’m close!" Edric moaned.
He hunched his cock into Vayne’s throat with so much force Vayne’s teeth ached. He gave a few more unsteady thrusts before he pulled out with a wet pop and a lewd squelch as slime and spit gurgled out of Vayne’s throat.
Edric stood there for a second, chest heaving as he caught his breath. Vayne stayed where he was, curious to know why the boy had chosen not to blow his load.
Once his breathing had evened somewhat, Edric looked down at Vayne. Something seemed to change in his expression as he took in what his cock had done to his mentor.
With only a hint of hesitation, he reached down and brushed his thumb over a strand of drool that had dripped out of the corner of Vayne’s mouth. He smirked, a strange gleam in his eye.
It was as if Edric had realized that the man in front of him wasn’t Vayne of the House of Avenor, Knight-Commander of the Bright Regiment, and paladin of the Radiant Order of the Mirellian Church.
No. Of course not. That Vayne was an upright and righteous man. That Vayne was a respectable knight and an effective leader.
The man in front of Edric—nay, the thing—was little more than a conscious piece of fuck meat. It wasn’t his superior, despite appearances. It was a toy, if that, worthless for anything but getting him off.
Vayne panted, tongue agape and tongue lolling out. His eyes were unfocused and glazed with lust, his face a mess of slime, spit, and snot.
Edric cupped the side of Vayne’s face. The corner of his mouth curled into a lopsided little smirk.
"Lie down," he said. The hesitation and respect that had been in his voice thus far were gone. It was as if it had never been there in the first place.
Vayne did as he was told. It wasn’t his place to question, after all. All he had to do was obey. So he lay down, the stone floor cold against the skin of his back.
Edric knelt over him, straddling his chest. "Light," Edric grunted, under his breath, as he palmed the firm muscles of Vayne’s chest. "Even better than in the dream," he murmured.
Vayne said nothing. He could tell Edric wasn’t talking to him. He groaned, cock twitching in his pants as Edric squeezed and kneaded his pecs.
Edric practically growled as he played with Vayne’s chest. "Light, sir," he breathed.
There was a hungry gleam in his eyes. Even though he used the word "sir," there wasn’t the slightest hint of respect in his voice.
He released one of Vayne’s pecs and grabbed his cock. He pressed it into the space between the two mounds of muscle, pinning it in place by squeezing both together.
"Light," Edric hissed. "You’ve got a fantastic pair of tits, sir."
It was almost as if Edric had been replaced. Gone was the timid young squire, supplanted by something more assertive and rougher around the edges.
Vayne could only watch as Edric fucked his, as the squire had called them, "tits." The sight of the glistening cock head slipping in and out of the tight space between his chest muscles was profoundly hot.
There was no pleasure in it for Vayne but it made him so goddamn hard all the same. He groaned as Edric rolled his hips, fucking faster and harder into the cleft of his chest.
"You know, sir, I never understood why the other novices were so obsessed with girls with big tits but…"
Edric trailed off as he leaned over Vayne. Sweat dripped from his brow onto Vayne’s face.
"I think I get it now," he said, groaning as he squeezed Vayne’s chest muscles harder together. He grunted like a wild animal as he hunched his cock into the tight space with increasing aggression.
It was as if a switch had flipped in his head. He fucked like a man. Like a beast in heat. There wasn’t a trace of the timid, sheltered novice he was supposed to be.
Vayne loved it. His whole body sang. He’d never been titty-fucked before but he liked it. He didn’t think it was supposed to feel so good but it did.
He panted and moaned like he was getting fucked hard up the ass as his tits shook from Edric’s rough thrusting.
"Shit, you sound like one, too," Edric hissed.
Vayne wondered what Edric meant but he didn’t have to wait long.
"Fuck me," Edric groaned. "How the fuck did a desperate little whore like you ever make Knight Commander?"
The profanity came as a surprise. Definitely not the kind of language one would expect from a novice of the Order. It had come with such crisp clarity, too.
Vayne whimpered. He was so fucking hard. The sheer humiliation of being degraded—by a squire, no less—went straight to his cock.
"Filthy little slut, you’re wasted as a knight," Edric grunted. His thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm and Vayne could feel his cock start to swell and throb.
"Are you sure you wouldn’t rather give it up and sell yourself to a whorehouse?"
Vayne opened his mouth.
"Yeah, you’re ready, aren’t you?"
"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Edric tilted his head back for a moment. Then, he looked down at Vayne, gaze smoldering as he squeezed Vayne’s pecs even tighter together.
"Take it all, fucking slut!"
Edric’s legs trembled as he gave one last thrust. His cock slid home with ease, the swollen head peeking past the mounds of Vayne’s tits before the first volley of hot cum shot out of the tip.
Vayne blinked as the first shot splattered across his cheek. Glob after glob of thick white jism draped across his whore face in viscous strands.
Some forced him to squeeze his eyes shut as he felt the cooling cum drip onto his eyelids. Others slid into his mouth and onto his outstretched tongue. One, laid across his nostrils, shook and bubbled out as he exhaled.
Somehow, Vayne had the sense he’d been on the receiving end of more voluminous eruptions before but he couldn’t deny that Edric’s load was substantial.
"Oh yeah, sir," Edric started. He said the honorific and chuckled as if it were some sort of inside joke rather than a sign of Vayne’s status. "You’re looking the part, now."
Edric fidgeted as the Knight-Commander wiped the cum off his face with a damp towel. He couldn’t take his eyes off the corded muscle of the Knight-Commander’s back, his discomfort notwithstanding.
"Have anything to say, Edric?" said the Knight-Commander, as he pulled on his tunic.
Light devour me, Edric thought to himself. His cheeks felt like they were about to burst into flame.
He could scarcely believe the things he’d said in the heat of the moment. He was dead. So dead. The Knight-Commander was a senior officer of the Order and he’d called him a whore.
He looked down at the space between his feet and said, quietly, "I-I’m sorry, sir."
Even if the Knight-Commander chose not to accept his apology, the least he could do was beg forgiveness for his actions. He’s said things, done things that were unbecoming of a novice of the Radiant Order and he wouldn’t have been surprised if they resulted in his expulsion.
The best Edric could do was hope for clemency. To beg for mercy would have just dishonored him even further.
Edric’s head shot up in surprise. He gawped at the Knight-Commander, for a moment. He’d expected the worst in the pregnant silence that had followed his words, not this.
There was a small smirk on the Knight-Commander’s lips as he turned to face Edric. All he was doing was lacing up the collar of his tunic and yet the way his fingers looped and knotted the laces with practiced ease was strangely arousing.
Fuck, Edric cursed silently. The rebellious piece of meat between his legs was stirring again. It was bad enough that he lusted after men, and here he was getting hard over the fucking Knight-Commander of the Bright Regiment.
He pushed his arousal down. He didn’t need to be dealing with that trouble right now.
"I-I’m sorry for all the things I s-said, sir," he stammered.
There was no response from Vayne, just a small, amused smirk.
Edric didn’t find the silence comforting. If anything, it only made him even more uneasy.
"I-I didn’t mean to d-demean you, s-sir," he said, practically shaking as he spoke. "A-and I certainly didn’t mean t-to discount the h-hard work it must have t-taken to become Knight-Commander…"
His breath hitched in his throat at the Knight Commander’s approach. It might have looked better if he stood his ground but, acting purely on instinct, he backed away with every step forward Knight Commander took until he felt the cold stone of the wall against his back.
Like a coward, he braced himself for the worst when Knight-Commander stopped in front of him. He flinched, even, when the Knight-Commander gently grabbed him by the chin and forced him to turn his head forward.
The Knight-Commander was so close Edric could feel the heat of his breath on his lips. The Knight-Commander had such a powerful presence his mere proximity was unreasonably arousing. It didn’t take long for a firm, straining lump to form in the front of his breeches.
A smile tugged at the corner of the Knight-Commander’s lips. "What things?"
Edric took a deep breath. He was fucking shaking. He hadn’t known it was possible to be so scared and so aroused at the same time.
"T-things like me c-calling you a whore, s-sir," he stammered.
"Oh? I see."
The Knight-Commander was smiling. He looked amused but it was hard to tell. It could have been a menacing smile, for all Edric knew. He was just terrified he was going to be banished and couldn’t keep his head on straight.
"I-It won’t happen again, sir… I-I swear!" Edric blurted out before he could think about what he was saying. "I-I don’t know what came over me, sir, but I-I won’t say such things again!"
Edric’s cheeks flushed with shame. He’d called the Knight-Commander of the Bright Regiment a fucking whore! To say nothing of the way he’d fucked the Knight-Commander’s tits!
The best Edric could hope for was having a very serious conversation with the Rector. He couldn’t even imagine the kind of punishment he’d get and that was if the Knight-Commander chose to forgive him.
The Knight-Commander’s lips twitched. "Is that so?"
Edric shivered at the tone of Vayne’s voice. He couldn’t tell what it meant, and he was usually pretty good at reading the room. Right now, he really had no idea.
"Y-yes, sir. I-I promise it won’t happen again!" he said.
"Ah, that’s a pity…"
Edric blinked. What?
"I quite liked it."
If not for the Knight-Commander holding him by the chin, Edric’s jaw would have hit the floor. He must have looked like a right idiot at that moment, eyes wide as saucers, mouth working soundlessly as he struggled to find the words to respond.
The Knight-Commander didn’t give him the opportunity to come up with anything intelligible. Their lips met and Edric’s thoughts dissolved into scattering sparks.