#sadoposting

What's wrong your majesty? If you'd like me to stop, just say the word.

Pinning his arms against the wall and pressing my knee painfully hard into his crotch. Goading him to stop me if he doesn't like it. You're a knight aren't you? If you want me to stop then Make Me. Fight. You know how to fight, don't you?

When he's finally done squirming pathetically he pulls his head back, eyes squeezed shut and slams it forward.

Right into the prince's lip.

Time seems to slow as an absolute silence fills the room. The prince steps back, wide eyed, and gently traces a finger over his mouth. It returns dotted with blood.

The smaller knight is still frozen in shock when I snap out of mine. Only when his head slams hard into the stone wall does he feel my fist in his hair. His string of I'm sorrys, please and I didn't mean tos do nothing to quell my anger.

A clear Cease rings out from my prince, and it takes every ounce of my willpower to obey. The knight in my hand is not quite a bloody pulp yet. The blood streaming from his forehead obscures a lot of the damage, but he seems to have gotten away with little more than a broken nose. Far too little for drawing the prince's blood.

Let him go.

The prince's voice is stern. He knows what I would do, if left to my own devices. I let go, and the knight drops to the floor. He crawls to the prince's feet and his string of apologies continue to stream like the tears down his cheeks. The prince looks upon him with mercy, and I feel my anger well up again. What had this pathetic creature done to deserve such kindness from him?

1. No armor aside from the helmet. This includes padded armor. Your head is worth protecting, but only braies are permitted on your body

2. Only weapons allowed are quarterstaffs or fists. Your choice.

3. We fight until one of us is knocked out, verbally surrenders, or dies.

4. Winner gets to top.

5. Biggest bruise day after owes the other an ale.

I recently told them that a person's lustful thoughts leave visible marks on their privates, and the panic on their face was divine. Seeing their nervous reaction I offered to check. They claimed to never entertain such sinful thoughts, so surely they have nothing to hide? They tried to protest, so I ordered them to strip. My sweet, well mannered squire of course obeyed without question, and so I ordered them to take a seat on the bed, and spread for me.