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The Bastard's Pleasure	By : DCX Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 25765 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Bastard's Pleasure
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Baths at Castle Black were scarce, to say the absolute least. Cleanliness was not a priority of the Night’s Watch, nor of Jon Snow. Every day he was faced with a pile of pressing issues, from rations to deserters to men raising from the dead. So when he became Lord Commander, he was pleasantly surprised to learn there was a bath in his new chambers. He put off using it for nearly a fortnight after his election, telling himself he was too busy, that he didn’t deserve it.
But then one night, Jon was positively shocked to find that he had absolutely nothing to do. All his brothers were content, the Wildlings weren’t causing any trouble, and they were fine on supplies. Dolorous Edd jokingly told Jon that he should spend the night “fucking his own head off.”
On his own, he filled his tub, bucket by bucket, until it was more than halfway full with warm, inviting water. For several moments, Jon simply stared at it. He remember his last good bath, the night before he left Winterfell. Finally, he took a deep breath and stood up.
He took off his gloves and unbuckled the straps to his heavy cloak, which instantly fell away around him. Jon immediately felt much lighter, and excitedly tore off his boots. He fumbled through the straps and laces of his leather curaiss until it too fell to the ground beside him. Next was his black shirt, which he pulled off, revealing his pale, muscular body. Barefoot and shirtless, Jon eagerly went to work on his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it off of him. He set it down on the table. Finally, he pulled his pants down to his knees and stepped out of them.
In the torchlight, Jon Snow studied himself. He was tall, lean, but very sculpted and muscular. His skin was pale. His nipples were dark though, and harder than dragonglass. His legs were strong and long. The hair between his legs was thick, dark, and unruly, just like it was on his head. And his cock. Jon hadn’t seen his own cock in weeks, despite his constant, compulsive, absent minded stroking of it through his trousers during his daily routine. It was long, as long as a dagger, and thick. It was just as pale as the rest of him, but the head was a deeper color, browner with hints of maroon. His eyes drifted down to his stones, large and round, dark like the tip of his manhood and covered in curly black hair.
Jon’s cock quickly came to life, rising up in the air all on its own. Jon thought of all the other cocks he had seen in his life. Robb and Theon, during their time as children. Theon’s had been enormous before they were ten years old, while Robb’s was shorter but thicker. Privacy was not a concern of the Night’s Watch, so he had seen Samwell Tarly’s bright pink piece, just as fat as the rest of him, and Grenn and Edd’s skinny members. But Jon didn’t care about any of that at the moment. All he cared about was himself, his body, and his needs.
He walked to the tub, and stepped one foot in. The water was warm and inviting, and he obliged. He stepped the other foot in, and lowered himself into the water. He sat down and leaned back. As the water rose up around his arse and covered his legs and cock, he felt the most comfortable he had in years. His hard cock poked out of the water, and before long, his strong, big hands drifted down to it.
He grew use to cumming, the feeling when his seed would well up inside his balls and shoot out his cock, during his time with Ygritte. Ygritte had an appetite all her own, and Jon quickly learned exactly how please her. Sure, he had pleasured himself in Winterfell many times, usually in the company of Theon or Robb, who encouraged him to join them in the act. But it wasn’t until Ygritte that he felt that act a necessity. Ever since the Wildlings charged the Wall, since Ygritte died, Jon had had no time for himself. He fucked himself maybe once since then, a quick and sloppy affair in the barracks, amidst the sniggers of his brothers. But sitting there, in that bath, naked as his name day, Jon felt a desire he hadn’t in a long time.
He started slowly, feeling almost guilty over the pleasure he was giving himself. His fingers danced around the tip of his cock, caressing the bulbous head of his member delicately. He teeth clamped against his lip, his face twisted in the most pleasurable agony. His hand slid down the shaft to the base of his cock, where his black down hair was most prominent. Jon began pumping more vigorously, sliding his fist from the base of his cock to the tip, faster and faster and faster. His heart fluttered and his deep breaths quickened in pace. His legs were unable to stay still, writhing and flexing beneath the water.
With his free hand, Jon ran his fingers through the hair between his legs, before grabbing his nipple. He squeezed and pulled, but the feeling was good. Theon Greyjoy had taught him that during one of their cock-stroking sessions in the broken Tower. Jon remembered squealing like a girl the first time Theon pinched his nipple as Jon fucked himself, he shot his seed that very second. So there he sat in the tub, working his dark nipples with excitement.
As Jon splashed about in the water, he knew his release was imminent. His balls swelled before tightened. His cock flexed and twitched. His legs tensed up. His clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, before his mouth fell open. His hands moved on their own as he came. The first shot of cum blasted from his cock and soared through the air, before splattering against Jon’s pale chest. Pump after pump of seed came out, whiter than snow and warmer than fire. His orgasm seemed endless, gasping and writhing and pumping and moaning. Finally, he fell still.
He breathes heavily, inspecting himself. His cock was bright red, eagerly bobbing up and down in the water. His thick, gooey cum coated his chest and floated in pieces in the water. He caught his breath, and stared down his own cock.
Excitedly, yet shamefully, Jon realized his body wasn’t done yet. His manhood wagged up and down, waving to him, inviting him. It was still hard as ice.
Jon’s hands quickly found their way back between his legs soon enough. He wasted no time, fucking himself hard and fast. He thought of Ygritte, her perfect body, her pink little cunt. That hurried Jon along, to where he could feel his seed welling up inside him once again. Without meaning to, his mind shifted to the Red Woman. Not long after his election, she had come to visit him in his office. She disrobed before him and pressed herself against him. Her pale skin, her large, perfectly rounded breasts. Jon had become hard as a rock at the sight, but sent her away instead of taking her on the desk like he so desperately wanted to.
He had gone so far into his mind, that he didn’t hear the footsteps. His toes clenched, his teeth ground against each other. The door swung open.
“Lord Commander,” Olly said, stepping into the room.
“Olly?” Jon choked out between the moans.
He stared Olly in the face as he came. Olly turned red as a ruby as Jon’s seed spurted from his cock, splashing into the water and dribbling down his length, disappearing amidst the black hair. Olly was awed by the sight of his beloved Lord Commander, wet and hard and covered in his own cum.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Lord Commander,” Olly said, embarrassed.
“Olly!” Jon said, panting. “It’s alright. What do you need?”
“I just wanted to knowing their was anything else you needed before I went to the barracks for the night, Olly said awkwardly, his eyes lingering on Jon’s naked body.
"No,” Jon said with a groan as he stood up.
His pale form was on full display for his steward to gaze upon. His muscular back and stomach. His cock fell between his legs. The water dripped off around him, leaving Jon slick and shiny. Unashamed, Jon stepped out of the bath and casually strolled across the room, and dried himself off with a rag.
“No, you’ve done a fine job. How’d you like a bath,” Jon asked.
“Sir?” Olly was taken aback.
“Go on,” Jon said. “It’s still warm.”
Jon stepped into his trousers and stuffed his cock back in, before snapping on his belt and pulling on his boots. Olly watched him intently, before Jon motioned to the bath once more.
“Well go on then,” he said with a laugh.
Olly quickly disrobed, pulling off his vest and and his trousers. Jon dressed while his steward undressed beside him. Olly was completely naked, and Jon glanced at his skinny body. His prick was small and pink, and there were but wisps of hair above it. Olly stared at him, looking for one last bit of approval.
“I’m going to go feed Ghost,” Jon said. “Take as long as you need.”
He exited the room and closed the door behind him. He lingered for a moment, and heard Olly splash into the water. Not a moment later, did Jon smirk as he heard Olly begin to moan, making himself cum as his master just did. Jon laughed to himself as he walked out into the snow.
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