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The sounds of heavy grunting and skin hitting against skin broke the silence that previously rested over the room. The various pieces of meat hanging from the meathooks were gently swaying back and forth from the movement pushing against the butchering table. Jon’s face was laying down against it, his nose being filled with the smell of dried blood that seemingly forever stained the table, as the butcher was recklessly f*cking into him from behind.
The man’s large rough hands were holding Jon’s pale hips in a steady grasp, hard enough to leave marks afterwards. His dirty trousers was unceremoniously pushed down to his shins as his hips bucked forward frantically into the young man. Hairy thighs brushing continuously against Jon’s smoother ones and the thick pubic hair tickling the youths buttocks everytime they pushed together. The butcher’s brute-ish and unattractive face was twisted into an strained grimace as he enthusiastically thrusted into the body. The unshaven beard and thin receding hair was wet with sweat running down the chin and forehead.
Jon’s dark locks were falling down the side of his face, hiding his colorful expressions. His pretty face showing his emotions clearly. The thick co*ck pushing into him gave him that pleasurable feeling of fullness that he was now missing when going without. It was unbelievable to him that it was this man that he lost his innocence to barely a year prior and that he disliked it at the time, his own hardness now bobbing under the table, positively aroused and engaged.
A rough hand traced up into his hair, grabbing a handful and pulling him upwards until his back was pressing against the man broad chest and protruding belly, the man’s face just at his ear. A breathy grunt showered Jon’s face with a smell of meat and ale.
“What you think the good lord would say if he saw you now?”, the butcher tauntingly said into Jon’s ear while slightly slowing down the pace of his thrusts. “What do you think Lord Eddard would say if he saw you like this?”. Jon tried reach his hands down on the table to relieve the pressure from the pull on his hair.
“His pretty little bastard he decided to take in. What if he knew you were just a commoner whor*!”, the last word was enunciated with a large hand striking down on his ass, making Jon’s stiffness twitch a little extra. “Pretty like a woman, and takes co*ck like a woman.”, the man roughly pushed Jon’s head back onto the table and increased the power and speed of his thrusts.
Jon felt the furious pounding of his insides pushing out his org*sm as he released under the table and shooting down in a little puddle on the floor. The butcher followed quickly thereafter as he with a final hard slam and loud roar spilled his seed into the young man, filling him up with the warm liquid. The heavy body fell down onto Jon, pressing his body down between the man and the table.
They laid there for a few seconds as the co*ck softened inside Jon, who had to give a soft whimper to encourage the man to get off him. The butcher finally obliged as he pulled out and walked over to sit down on a chair in the room. Jon was still coming down from his high as he felt the cum leaking out of his hole and down his thighs until it got caught by his own trousers.
“You’re as good a shag as ever, boy. Just let me know again the next time you want to be filled, though knowing you that won’t be long.”, the man chuckled while Jon gave soft nod as a response, pulling his trousers up over his still leaking hole. “I’m thinking of asking the baker again for our special buns you love again…”, the butcher giving Jon a predatory glance. “... I’ll promise to fill them with even more seed this time.”.
Jon didn’t give answer as he opened the door and walked out on slightly uncertain legs.
With the slightly salty taste in his mouth, Jon was focusing on trying to breathe through his nose as he slowly moved his head up and down the large shaft. Each time he went down until the tip hit the back of his throat, a small bit left to the base, before going up again until the head rested on the edge of his tongue. His hands laid flat against the floor, the kneeling position making it easier to focus completely on the task, two large thighs surrounding his vision.
He felt a hand laying itself on the back of his head and slowly but firmly pushing him back down on it again. When it hit the back of the throat, the hand continued and pushed a bit harder until Jon’s face was buried against the crotch, his throat being forced further than he believed possible and giving off an uncomfortable ache from the unnatural strain. After being held there for a few seconds Jon attempted to pull back but the hand held him firmly in place. The pain and need of air filled eyes with tears as his hands curled up into fists on the floor. Just before the survival instinct to fight kicked in, the hand released it grip and Jon quickly pulled off to take desperate and deep breaths.
“Good work Jon. I knew you could handle it.”, said Lord Eddard as he looked down on the young man kneeling on in front of his seat. Ned had imposed a rule that every time Jon was servicing him he always had to have all four limbs at the ground, only being allowed to work with his mouth. Jon was just gasping as he received the praise, his appearance a mess. His dark hair was in disarray and saliva dripping down his chin, his hardness painfully stiff in his trousers.
It always felt good to get praise from Ned. Being a bastard, Jon knew how much his presence shamed his father, so it made him happy to know that he could be of use to him. To help the family in all the ways he could. Ned gently grabbed Jon’s hair and led him back to his co*ck, reclining back into the chair has he started servicing him again.
“You’ve been getting better at this. I will have a request for you to do in the coming days.”, Jon looked up at Ned with his gentle and dark eyes, mouth stuffed with the lord’s co*ck. “The king will arrive at winterfell the coming days. It’s been a long time since we last saw each other and we need to do everything to assure him of our alliance.”, Ned cupped Jon’s cheek with a hand while looking directly into his eyes. “I need you to take care of him like you take care of me? Could you do that for me?”. Jon understood what was being asked of him and, with his mouth being full, gave a hum in agreement. Ned just gave him a warm smile and reclined back.
Jon could feel that the lord was starting to get close to the breaking point. His thighs were tensing up and he had placed a hand on top of Jon’s head, steadily demanding a faster pace. Ned eventually reached the breaking point and started spilling his seed inside Jon’s mouth. The sem*n filling his mouth forced Jon to swallow some of it down as Ned mumbled “Keep it… keep it.” as the org*sm passed.
Ned pulled out his co*ck and put it back in his trousers again. Jon was trying to contain as much sem*n in his mouth as he could without needing to swallow or it leaking out, the taste prominent and taking over his taste buds. As the lord finished making his pants he leant forward and looked down on Jon. “Okay now, let me see”, Jon looked up at him and obliged, opening his mouth. His tongue was covered with it and his cheeks held a good amount, while opening his mouth some drops started leaking, dripping down his chin.
“Very good. Move it around a bit.”, ordered Ned. Jon moved his tongue around, swirling around the substance in all corners of his mouth. The taste taking over every other of his senses, demanding attention. “Now go on.”, continued the lord and Jon took a moment to swallow it all down. Looking up at Ned, Jon gave him a submissive look on what he should do next.
The lord of winterfell only smiled down down on him. “You did very good today, remember that everytime we do this, there will be a little more Stark in you. But we will not continue any more today. I have to talk with the maester and about some topics and I cannot spend the rest of the day here with you. I can give you all the proper attention tomorrow.”, Ned gave Jon’s hair a last petting with his hand before standing up and walking out of the room, closing the door with a heavy thump. Jon was left to catch up to his own breathing, his hands still flat against the floor and his undergarments soiled with his own release.
Jon was laying on his stomach, completely naked on top of the soft pelts. He shifted around a little, switching around positions trying to figure out how he could look the most appealing from the back. Once he heard the door opening behind him, he laid still and pretended to simply be resting. The door closed and the silence filled the room again. Jon strained his ears to try to catch any signs of what his expected visitor was doing, only the soft movement of cloth could be identified.
After a few minutes he could finally feel the young wolf climbing up on the bed with him, the naked and firm body laying down on the back of his own, a hardness placing itself comfortably between his buttocks. “Robb…”, the heir of Winterfell quietly shushed him before beginning placing soft kisses upon his shoulders and neck, the beard tickling the skin and the hardness slowly rubbing back and forth between the plump cheeks. Jon bit his lip and arched his body to push back against the young wolf. From Robb’s increasing need of breath, he could guess that it was providing results.
It wasn’t long before the wolf pulled back a little and reached down to line up his manhood with Jon’s entrance. Jon relaxing himself as Robb pushed in slow and steady until he was fully sheathed inside, Jon’s mouth opening in a silent, breathy moan. They started moving in a steady pace as Robb laid his cheek down on Jon’s nape to allow his whole body to focus on the thrusting. Jon whimpered and moaned as he tried his best to respond to the wolf’s body.
Jon liked laying with Robb, it was always a good experience for him. Since Robb was the heir to Winterfell, it was inevitable that he was to be wed to some woman with a wealthy name and be expected to produce heirs. Once Lord Eddard had found out about Jon’s peculiar talents, he had decided that Robb was to practice on him so he could be confident and ready for when the time comes to make children. As an heir of Winterfell it would be shameful if he couldn’t properly deliver his promises. Robb had been unsure of it at first, Jon having to do most of the work the first time, but after some time he got into it too and they’d continued to do it often afterwards.
Robb was starting to grunt more heavily on top of him, they had risen up a bit so Jon was kneeling on all fours, doing his best to push back against the hard co*ck. The wolf was grunting into his ear, breathing in the smell of Jon’s hair while his hands went around the chest and was massaging his pecs.
The thrusting suddenly stopped as Robb took a few seconds to catch his breath. “Turn around…”, he said with a gruff voice between breaths. Jon obliged and they shifted positions so he was laying on with his back on the pelts, looking up at the kneeling young wolf with his manhood sticking straight out in the air, Jon’s own hardness laying blushed against his stomach. Jon skin was flushed, his hair wet and sticking to his forehead, Robb reflecting the same appearance.
Jon wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and smiled up at the Robb, feeling happy to be there with him. At that sight, the young wolf couldn’t contain himself any longer and pounced upon him, capturing him in a deep, passionate kiss. Jon responded into the kiss and put his arms and legs around the young man. Robb reached down and again pushed inside the eager body. Jon moaned into the kiss as he felt the co*ck sheath itself into him and Robb used that opportunity to invade his mouth with his tongue. Their bodies seemed to work as one as the pleasure overwhelmed them both and Robb truly f*cked him like a wolf.
Robb broke the kiss and looked into Jon’s eyes as a way to show him that he was nearing his limit. “I-Inside…”, was the only words that Jon could produce as he smiled up at the young wolf while cupping the man’s face in his hands. Robb responded with a roar as he released his seed inside, filling his half-brother up. Jon could feel his own org*sm arrive as he spilled in between his own chest and Robb’s, soaking their abdomens with his cum.
After some last soft thrusts, Robb fell down onto his elbows on top of Jon, his co*ck slowly softening inside. He noticed the sticky feeling between their chests and moved a hand down to stick some of it on his hand. Moving it up between them, Jon gave him another smile before licking the hand clean for him, keeping eye contact the entire time. When he was done he pulled Robb down into another kiss, feeling completely happy in the moment.
Having his hair pulled wasn’t something Jon minded too much, he could handle the pain of it pretty well. The sides of his head was a little bit more sensitive though, so it could hurt a bit more when that hair was pulled. That was why he wasn’t too happy with his current situation where two hands had grabbed each side of his head and was pulling his head up and down the co*ck. He was laying under the covers completely naked while Theon was reclined against the headboard, using Jon’s head to pleasure himself.
“You truly have the mouth of a whor*.”, Theon mockingly said as he was pulling Jon up and down his dick. Jon was laying with his arms resting on Theon’s legs, trying to get a somewhat comfortable position at least and giving him an irritated look from the comment. “What? Don’t look so upset about it.”, Theon gave an arrogant chuckle. “It wouldn’t surprise me if everyone south of the wall has heard about your famous antics. Anyway it doesn’t matter, you know you’re a co*cksucker at heart.”
Jon’s erection laying pressing the sheets agreed, but he still didn’t like being taunted by Theon. Sure, he might be a little easy from time to time but hearing it from him just made him annoyed. Theon was never gentle or passionate like Robb, he wasn’t really fully as rough and exciting as the commoners either. It didn’t feel the same way to follow his orders like it did with his father. Theon usually just treated him like some whor* and not in the exciting ways. He decided that next time he was sucking him, he definitely wouldn’t use his tongue at all.
Theon started to push him further down, only pulling him halfway up before going down again. “You really have good lips for this. Like you were meant to have a co*ck in your mouth.”, he laughed to himself. “Whatever. Just go ahead and cum already.”, responded Jon in his head.
They both jumped a little as they heard someone at the door. “sh*t!”, said Theon through his teeth. He quickly pulled the cover up enough to cover Jon’s head to his forehead, making him completely hidden under the covers from the door’s perspective, mouth still on his dick. Theon looked up as Maester Luwin stood in the doorway.
“Theon, I’d like to ask you a… wait, what are you…? By the seven, Theon Greyjoy!”, Luwin could clearly identify the situation from the shape of the pelts. “Is it really the time?”.
“Well, this girl wanted to know how it was to be with a real warrior, and who am I to deny her?”, answered Theon with confidence. Jon rolled his eyes under the covers at the arrogant statement.
Maester Luwin seemed very uncomfortable with the situation. “Well when you are done with… this, could you see me in my studies so we can have a word.”, he already made his way to leave.
“Absolutely maester, I’ll be there eventually.”, he answered with another chuckle. Luwin just nodded and left as quickly as he could. Theon let out a breath and pulled the cover down a bit so Jon’s head and shoulder was freed, the sweat showing how warm it got under those covers. Jon started moving back so he could talk to Theon but he felt a hand placing itself on his head and pushing him back down. “What are you doing? You aren’t done yet, are you?”, he took both hand and started f*cking Jon’s head again, slightly bucking his hips to meet the movements.
Jon laid there and took it for a while, trying to move his tongue with the thrusts to get him over the edge quicker. Theon’s moans above started getting quicker and his hands more desperately pulling Jon’s head back and forth, indicating that he was nearing his time. He then pulled him off his co*ck and started working his own dick, the other hand he took a fistful of hair and pulled upwards with a painful tug.
“Say ahhh!”, he managed to say through his teeth but Jon didn’t have time to react before Theon started releasing in his face, showering Jon with his cum. A big part landing on the forehead and hair while a spray hit him right on the left eye, all of it started running down his face. The last few spurts landed on his cheek and only a small bit landed in his open mouth. Jon tried to flinch away as the sem*n was stinging his eye but the hand in his hair held him stuck.
Theon’s breathing started to slow down as he was coming down from his high and he looked at his result. “Just as you’re supposed to look.”, Theon always had a thing for “marking” Jon with his seed. Jon reached up to start wiping away the cum but Theon grabbed his wrist to stop him. “No, no, no. You are going to go back to your room like this without cleaning it off.”, Jon just looked up at him, in disbelief of what he was hearing. “Now hurry up and get up, I got to talk to the maester!”.
They both got out of the bed, Theon fixed up his trousers while Jon went to get his clothes that was laying on a table in the room. As he grabbed his clothes he heard Theon behind him.
“What are you doing? I didn’t say you could get dressed.”, Jon looked at him with confused eyes. “But I…”.
“You’re going to go back to your room without clothes and that’s that. Now get out.”, Theon put the clothes in Jon’s and started ushering him towards the door.
“But it’s pretty far to my room… someone can see?”, Jon was disbelief. He’d never seen Theon be quite so mean to him before.
“Well try not to be seen then. Or maybe, that’s what you want to happen?”, Theon gave him a sly smile as they got out in the hallway and he closed the door. “Well either way, I’ll see you later.”, he said while casually walking away. Jon was left alone in the hallway, completely naked with his clothes in his arms. The cum on his face had started dripping down into his other eye now, making him struggle to keep it open as he started walking towards his own room. He tried to take the quickest way he knew, praying that no one would see him, and praying no one would notice the rock hard erection that was hidden underneath the clothes in his arms.
