Robert gasped for breath, thunderstruck by this blunt statement. It would be the fulfilling of his dream, to simply roll on top of his steward, to push his thighs apart and his tongue in his mouth, to feel the hard muscles tense under the velvety, warm skin, when his hands explored the lithe body… but no! He definitely did not want Guy to panic. To steady himself and his raging manhood, too, he took a deep breath. "Are you sure that you’d allow me to… take, what I desire?" he asked cautiously. "Without knowing, what exactly this said something is?" He heard his steward swallow hard. "Yes, my lord." In a whisper the answer he craved for, followed. "Gisburne, why??" Robert croaked, not able to give his voice another sound right now. "Don’t try to tell me, it’s, because I am such a nice man or so!" Gisburne remained silent for quite a while, although de Rainault was sure that he had understood the question fairly well. "Y… you stopped." Gisburne mumbled after a while. "You stopped." "Stopped what?" "You stopped… whipping me. He never did. You stopped hurting me when I couldn’t take it any more. You were kind to me. You… you didn’t send me away." Slowly the Sheriff understood. "So you think, you owe me one." he quoted. "You promised not to kill y Fury." Gisburne reminded him, seemingly a little bit anxious. "Good God, I won’t harm your beloved black flea-bag!" "He ain´t a flea-bag!!" Sir Guy protested emphatically. "He’s a good horse!" "Gisburne? Stop talking about this godforsaken creature, for your own sake, all right?" Even a lovesick Lord High Sheriffs patience had its limits. The young knight ducked into the blankets and went quiet at once. "Forgive me… " he pleaded after a while, shuddering with the thought of what would happen, if his master got really upset again. "Hush, boy, it is nothing. But you’ve said I could take it. Well, the it is you!" Robert confessed, preparing himself for a blow, a scream, a squeak or something likewise unpleasant, but Gisburne only gave a small whimper and a sigh. "I’m not going to hurt or frighten you." The Sheriff continued after a moment. "I suppose, you have still no idea, what I want from you." You’ll see. All you need to know for now is, that I’m going to be very careful with you. We have all night. I won’t go too fast. You don’t need to be afraid, just go with it and all will be fine." He felt short hair tickle his ear, when Gisburne nodded slowly. Murmuring soft words of comfort, Robert started sensuously to discover the slim, well-trained body with his hands, his tongue, his lips, soothing away the tension, the fear, as well as he could. Apparently Gisburne started to enjoy being caressed after a while, allowed himself to accept the touches, not like something inevitable, something that was forced on him, but something that was done to make him feel good. When he seemed to be fully relaxed, laying sprawled on the soft, large bed, so different from his, arching into the gentle touches, one of his hands was taken and put on his master’s chest. Silently, Robert showed him, how to rub and tease his nipples and when his liegeman finally obeyed, shyly, not sure, if he did the right thing, but nevertheless obediently, he encouraged him quietly, told him, that he was doing well, that he did the right thing, that he pleasured him. Additionally, he shifted his weight and made sure that his hard member nudged the boy’s hips. Gisburne froze for an instant, but he relaxed remarkably fast again.

//Boy, you’re more work than a 16-year-old virgin!!//

"Hush, it’s allright, I promised, I won’t hurt you…" Gisburne gave a little anxious whimper and snuggled his face into de Rainaults shoulder, finding comfort in the warm, obviously well groomed skin, carrying a faint, but noticeable special fragrance of a fine perfume. Curiosity overpowered his caution and he sniffed at his masters neck, causing him to laugh. "Do you like my bathing fragrance, Guy?" he teased him, much more kindly than he usually did. "Mmmmhhm…" the steward sighed and stretched sensuously, but gasped silently and wrinced after a second. He had forgotten his injured back. De Rainault chuckled and began to tickle Guys flancs playfully. "No, don’t try to move, you’ll hurt yourself." He adm9onished him and felt the mans body tense for a second and then relax. Encouraged by this, he allowed his hands to slide deeper, distracting Gisburne with light, refined caresses from the fact that he was opening his belt. Apparently the knight was confidential enough not to resist him, but when he threw the belt aside and started to undo his trousers, Gisburne tensed up and gave a tiny whimper. Robert chuckled and ruffled the boys tousled hair, although he hoped and prayed desperately, that Guy would let him proceed voluntarily. Gisburne murmured something that sounded like a plea. "No, no, my boy, it is all well." Robert soothed him at once, but suddenly Guy shifted under him, offering him easier access to his body. "Good boy." He praised quietly. "You’re such a good boy now…" Slowly, carefully, he shoved the soft, linen trousers down the mans hips, while he kissed the closed eyes of his steward. "Mine!" he whispered harshly. "Mine!" After successfully having removed every square inch of unnecessary cloth off Gisburnes magnificent body, de Rainault put himself to the difficult task of easing the boys slender, but well-muscled thighs apart, sweetening the pill with some stroking and fondling. Gisburne gave a blissful, little noise and nestled closer to his master, like a cat rubbing his cheekbone to his shoulder. It was quite obvious, that the young man craved for caresses, for any kind of reassurance he could get. Sometimes he even dared to touch and discover the older mans body, very shyly, of course, stopping every few seconds because of an unexpected movement by his master, but at least he did so without being asked or ordered to. Roberts cock was killing him slowly and any movement, any touch of hot, heated skin increased this delicious torment. His rational, mannered thinking was being consumed by the urge to ram his pulsing, aching manhood inside something hot and tight… "Oh shit… Guy!!" he croaked and felt the young man flinch again, taking his arousement for annoyance and therefore expecting another punishment. Robert was tired of soothing him all the time, of explaining the situation to him over and over again, so he decided that it would be learning by doing. He took the boys hand into his and led it slowly, but with a firm, unmistakable grip towards his groin, letting Gisburne feel his erection. The blond steward gasped with shock, pulled his hand back for an instant, but relaxed obediently, when a harsh "No!" was hissed into his ear. Shaking with fear he allowed his master to take his hand, but he couldn’t help the desperate sob that forced its way out of his chest.

Robert knew that he had gone too far. Now the boy was crying, great. He didn’t dare to resist, instead he wept

//like a raped woman//

it occurred to him. Robert de Rainault was ruthless and cruel, he had never felt any remorse for any of his victims, he had committed ghastly deeds, but one thing he never did, he had never raped anybody. Despite of his fantasies of taking his steward, using his perfect body for his pleasure, he couldn’t do it, while the man wept and trembled helplessly under his touches.

"There’s no need to cry, my boy." He whispered. "I didn’t expect you to be this repelled of me." He heard a quiet sniff. "Re… repelled?" Guy asked in a very small voice, but definitely puzzled. "Yes. Repelled." De Rainault confirmed. Then, faint hope crept up into his conscience. "Or… are you simply afraid?" "… fraid… sorry… don’t know about this… sorry… please… please…" "Hush, it’s allright, you see…" Robert whispered. "It’s allright, Guy… its allright, even if you have to cry… its allright, too.. see, I’m stroking you, I won’t harm you now, I am not angry with you…." With a hoarse little sob, Gisburne clung to him, his hands trembling, snuggling as close as possible, moving slightly, but restlessly. It took the Sheriff quite a while to realise that his steward wasn’t in panic again. He was just happy, relieved and grateful, and this obviously was his way of showing it to his master. De Rainault laughed quietly and began again to caress the young knight, this time solely trying to arouse him. He had figured out, that, if Gisburne sensed how exciting, how tremendous it could be to feel another mans hands on his body, to have somebody he needn’t tell what he desired, what he longed for, where he wanted to be touched, stroked, caressed, kissed… bitten… he may come to the conclusion, that he could give the pleasure back to his master. Smirking he let his fingertips run over Guys slender hips and thighs, occasionally using his fingernails to make the boy shudder and groan, deep in his throat, while he planted little, playful kisses across the tensed line of a tendon at his stewards neck. When he – just coincidentally, of course (g) - brushed briefly over Gisburnes groin, he found him… interested. Not quite hard but… well… interested and thrusting his hips, ever so slightly into his masters knowing hands. "Uuuhnn… but… but my… my lord, what are you doing?" the man gasped, half delighted, half aware of his "duty" to stop his apparently mentally absent Lord High Sheriff from this completely inappropriate behaviour. "What do you think I am doing?" de Rainault murmured between two soft bites to the neck of the younger man. "Does it feel good?" "Uuh… yes… yes.. But…" "No buts. I’m doing to you what you should have done to me half an hour ago!!" Gisburne gave a little sigh and relaxed to the caresses, cautiously allowing his hands to trace the delicate line of bones that combined to form Robert de Rainaults spine. Even this innocent, nearly chaste caress made the Sheriff hiss with pleasure. His steward stretched and murmured something, apparently pleased by this new, unusually friendly behaviour of his master. De Rainault chuckled quietly an fondled the boys neck gently, while his other hand stroke the lithe, tensed thighs and tried slowly, carefully to ease them apart. After a while the tension vanished, the muscles loosened and with a deep breath the blond steward allowed him to spread his legs but whimpered anxiously when Robert de Rainaults finger entered him with one smooth thrust.