By Rubrpig

Jason slowly woke up and stretched, well stretched as much as he could considering he was locked in his heavy armour. He was getting used to being always armed and now that he had been slowly switched to a low waste diet, the need to remove pieces of his armour had declined to only several days a week. Looking back at the 9 months since Sir and himself had left the ranch in California where they had been fitted with their armours had been an intense time due to the changes in not only the way he had to live but also in adapting to being the body servant to his former friend and partner now his Sir.

Their lives had started to settle into a routine. Most days he would get up before his Sir and prepare coffee and start on making breakfast. He was now quite used to cooking and manipulating kitchen tools and equipment with his gauntleted hands. As soon as the coffee was ready, he would pour a large mug and climb the stairs to the large Master bedroom that was now solely used by his Sir. He would knock and enter. Walking over to the bed he would set the mug down on the table and kneel waiting for his Sir to stir, wake and acknowledge him. His Sir usually would get up and stretch flexing his heavily muscled frame. Although Sir was smaller than him in height Sir was still as heavily muscled as he was under his armour. Sir would move over to stand in front of his kneeling servant, unlatch the visor and open the helm that covered his servants head. Jason would then open his mouth and his Sir would shove in his cock and begin pissing. Jason had become very used to being used as the urinal for his Sir and was now very used to the strong rank morning piss that filled his mouth every morning. Once the flow had slowed and stopped, Jason would suck and lick his Sir’s cock.

Sir would then climb back into bed and pick up his coffee while discussing with his servant what was going to be done during the day. This was about the only time when Jason was allowed any input into the way their lives went. Today, he was excited about as it was the day he was scheduled to be removed completely from the armour so he could be cleaned and groomed. He was so looking forward to the few hours, he would be out of the armour and allowed to dress in clothing so they could drive into the nearby city so Jason could have his hair and beard trimmed short again. This routine had started the third month after they left the ranch. By the end of the third month, Jason was rank with sweat, his hair hung down in front of his eyes, and his beard had become dense and thick with sweat and oil. Sir had decided that it was time for a cleaning so they had spent the day out of armour and in the city after Jason had a long shower so he could scrub his body clean and shampoo his straggly hair and beard. Sir had given some thought to hair removal so this would not be an issue but had decided against it much to Jason’s relief. Sir liked Jason bearded as he enjoyed the site of the dark beard every morning framing the face of his servant as he drank his Sir’s piss.

Sir stood up and he left the bedroom followed by his armoured servant. Jason’s armour made its usual clanking noise. Despite plates being closely fitted and total coverage, the armours still made their own unique sounds. Sir Scott sat down and Jason quickly served the breakfast and was given permission to sit at the table.   He leaned over and unlatched the visor to allow Jason to push it up again and latch it open so he could eat. The two men finished and Jason quickly cleaned up the kitchen and put everything in the dishwasher. After turning it on, Sir Scott looked at Jason and told him to head down to the dungeon as it was time.

Sir Scott followed his servant down the stairs to the basement. The stairs in the entire house had been designed to allow for wider steps to accommodate their foot armours. It had been planned that way prior to the delivery of their armour. Once down in the dungeon, Sir Scott began the process of unbolting and unlocking the heavy armour from his servant’s body. The first piece removed was the helm and that allowed Jason to shove back the heavy maille coiffe and remove the padded arming cap. The cotton arming cap was put in a laundry basket so it and the other clothing he wore under the armour could be washed while he was out of the armour. After about 30 minutes, the last pieces of the heavy armour had been removed and put aside for cleaning and polishing after their return from the city and prior to it being reassembled on Jason’s body. Sir Scott left after instructing Jason to remove the rest and shower. He warned Jason to make sure that he used the toilet as well after giving himself several douches to make sure he was clean inside and out. Jason nodded and quietly stood while his Sir left the room.

Jason then removed the heavy maille tunic by lifting it up and pulling it over his head. After getting out of that, he unbuckled the waist belt that supported his maille chausses or leggings and let them fall. He then picked up the pile of maille and put it into a barrel partially filled with sand and closed the barrel. He started the motor attached to it and left it. The maille would be polished and cleaned while they were away. He removed his arming doublet, linen shirt and hose, then removed his winding clothes, his medieval style underwear. He put all the clothing into the basket and walked into the laundry room on the other side of the large basement and put the clothing in to wash. It would be ready to go into the dryer prior to their leaving so it would be ready for him later when he was put back into the armour.

Entering the shower room of the dungeon, he turned on and ran the water till it got warm and then switched it to the douche hose. he bent over and shoved the chrome nozzle into his hole and waited while the water filled his guts. He pulled the hose out and stood up, his stomach distended from the water and waited for the cramps to begin. After about 5 minutes he quickly walked over to the toilet and squatted over it as he was not allowed to sit on the toilet. He let the water flow out of his ass and then repeated it till the water coming out was clean.

Jason then went switched the water to the shower head and stood under the heavy spray letting it soak into his matted hair and beard and run down his body. He picked up a scrub brush and soaped it up and began to scrub the sweat and grime that had built up over the previous 3 months from his body. After rinsing himself off he picked up the shampoo and began working it into his hair and beard. He took a comb and began to work the mats out of his hair and finally got them out and then did the same with his dark heavy beard. He always had a heavy full beard and now that it was only getting trimmed every 3 months, it was always long and shaggy when the armour came off. Finally he was cleaned and rinsed himself off and picked up a thin small towel that he was allowed and dried his hair, beard and body. He combed his hair and beard so it appeared to be combed while he was waiting for it to be cut.

While he was doing this, he thought about what his life had become since that day he lost the sword fight to his Sir and how things had changed. When they returned home both men spent their days in their armour but now Sir Scott was only armed one or 2 days a week while Jason remained locked in his 24/7. He was now so used to being armed that when like today he was out of the armour and maille he felt strange. After drying off, he walked upstairs and reported to his Sir.

Sir Scot had already gotten dressed in a dark blue shirt, tight wrangler jeans and black snakeskin boots. Jason smiled at the sight of his Sir. Sir told him to put on the clothing and boots he would find in the spare bedroom where Jason now slept on a pallet on the floor. The pallet was made to be like the pallets used in medieval castles by the servants. Jason quickly ran up the stairs and to his room. He found a light blue shirt, wranglers and a pair of black bull hide boots. He quickly dressed and went back downstairs. The two men left the house, locked it and got into the crew cab pickup truck sitting on the driveway. Jason sat in the passenger seat and Sir Scott to drive.   They lived about 40 minutes out of the city and finally they reached the city and got to the barbershop that they had been using since they moved to their house and acreage.

Entering they were greeted by the barbers and the other men in the shop. They sat down and chatted quietly with the other customers and with the barbers while they waited their turn. Finally, Sir was called up and then Jason. Sitting side by side the two men were able to what was being done to each other. Sir Scott had his usual hair cut while Jason had his usual hair cut and then his beard was trimmed down so it was short and neat. His beard was thick and dense so not even a hint of skin showed even after the trim.

After approving of the work, the barbers were paid and then the men left the shop and did some shopping for food and other items. Finally it was time to return home. After leaving the city, Sir Scott headed along the highway and did not say anything so Jason sat quietly and watched as the countryside passed. Finally the truck pulled into the driveway that lead to their house which was set back about a half mile from the highway in a large grove of trees so it was visible to anyone passing. After parking, the men got out and entered the house. Sir told Jason to strip and get started on cleaning and polishing his armour prior to being put back into it. Jason obeyed and quickly ran upstairs and stripped. He then headed to the basement and began to wash then dry and polish his armour. He had checked on his arming clothes and removed them from the dryer and spread them out ready for him to put on and then he stopped the polishing barrel and removed his maille and shook it to remove all the sand from the links and spread it out. The maille was shining softly and clean. After an hour, Sir Scott came down and inspected everything and told Jason that he was pleased.

Sir Scott told Jason to get into the dungeon and get on the fuck bench. Jason ran and climbed onto the heavy fuck bench and quickly positioned himself. Sir Scott quickly buckled the restraints and soon Jason could not move. Sir then poured lube into Jason crack and used his fingers to lube Jason’s hole. After lubing his cock, he rammed it in deep in one thrust causing his servant to groan which earned him a hard slap on the ass. Sir Scott began to fuck his servant hard and after a few minutes he began to cum and he pumped his heavy load deep into his servants hole. He waited a few minutes till his breathing calmed down and pulled out. Walking around to his servant’s head, he told him to clean his Master’s cock and Jason quickly opened his mouth and after Sir shoved in his cock, Jason licked and sucked his Sir’s cock clean. Sir pulled out and let his servant up from the fuck bench. After Jason stood up, he was told to get onto the cross. He obeyed and soon he was being flogged hard with a heavy flogger. The skin on his back and ass soon became red and hot from the beating he was getting. Welts began to form and then his Sir slowed and stopped.

Telling Jason it was time, the two men walked out of the dungeon to the work space where Jason’s armour and other gear was spread out ready. Jason picked up his winding cloth and soon was in his underwear. Then he pulled on his heavy hose and pulled them on. After smoothing out the wrinkles, he pulled on his soft tall leather boots and then put on his linen shirt. The shirt rubbed against the raw skin of his back causing him to flinch which earned him a slap on the face from his Sir. Then he pulled on the heavy padded arming doublet and laced it tightly closed. After that was done and check by his Sir, he picked up his maille chaisses and pulled them over his boots and hose.   He quickly wrapped the heavy waist belt around his waist to hold up his maille. Then he picked up the heavy maille tunic and put it on over his head and worked his arms into the sleeves. After settling it into place he pushed the coiffe back off his head. Sir Scot began assembling the armour on his body and after 30 minutes or so, all that remained to be put on was the helm. Sir put on the arming cap and tied it under his chin and then pulled up the maille coiffe over it. Then he picked up the heavy helm and lowered it over Jason’s head and closed it, locking it to the gorget around Jason’s neck. After latching the helm so it could not simply open, he smiled at the bearded sweating face and lowered and latched the visor. Jason sighed and was back inside his heavy steel world. His breathing slowed so that he was able to get enough air through the breathing slits in the visor. His world shrank to what could be seen through the eye slit in the visor.

Telling his armoured servant that it was time for him to make dinner, he turned and walked upstairs, he hard cock bouncing as he walked followed by his heavily armed servant. Jason went to the kitchen and prepared the meal and served it. His Sir had sat down at the table to watch him work as it had become a habit for him to watch Jason after he had been cleaned. He enjoyed the sight of the shining armour freshly polished and moving on his servant’s body. The heavy armour plates covered Jason’s entire body and not even any of the maille worn under it was visible.   Only the gloves of the gauntlets were made of leather but that was the only part of Jason’s body not covered in steel.

Sir also had the identical armour but had slowly stopped wearing it and had been thinking of getting something different. He had been in touch with James who had made the heavy armours they currently had and decided to get armour made suitable to joust in.

James had taken the commission and had begun working on the new harness. It would be ready in a few months and had suggested that they come back to the ranch and spend some time there so Scott could learn to ride and joust as James ran a training school for knights who wanted to learn to joust. While he was being trained to joust, there was another trainer that could work with Jason to improve his fighting skills while on foot. Scott smiled at the thought of Jason sweating under the heavy armour and not even being allowed to remove it at the end of the day.

Time to consider these plans and decide when to travel again.

 

Metal would like to thank the author, Rubrpig, for this story!