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Summary: During the King’s Feast at Winterfell, Jon tries to convince his uncle Benjen to allow him to come to the Wall with him.
Winterfell, the North
298 AC.
Jon Snow, the bastard of Winterfell, had never felt at home in Winterfell. He knew his father and siblings loved him. But Jon didn’t belong here. He was a stain on his father’s honour and the Stark name.
Jon had wanted to go to the Wall and join the Watch like his Uncle Benjen since he was ten name days. But Uncle Benjen and Lord Stark always refused. They said he could go when he was older.
He was ten and seven now, a man grown and old enough to decide what he wanted to do with his life. Jon was constantly reminded of his place, particularly by Lady Stark and Septa Mordane.
Jon wanted to remove the stain from his father’s and family’s name. He wasn’t a Stark but a Snow. He may not have the name of Stark, but he could bring honour to it by serving in the Watch.
Lady Stark had made it clear he was not welcome at the feast for the king. That suited Jon just fine. He preferred to be on his own anyway. He had few in Winterfell and Wintertown. Robb, Arya, and Ros were all the friends he had.
Ros understood him better than Robb or Arya did. Knowing his preferences. Jon liked both men and women. Ros told him there was no shame in being attracted to both men and women; there were plenty of people who loved both men and women, or their own sex. There was nothing sinful about it.
Jon took his frustration out on the straw dummies in the practice yard as the music from the Great Hall filtered out to the yard. Jon didn’t look up as a horse cantered into the yard.
“Is he dead yet?” Jon smiled as he turned to see his only uncle.
“Uncle Benjen,” Jon embraced his uncle warmly. Gods, the boy was so much like Lyanna.
“You’ve gotten big; we need to put some meat on those bones; you’re too skinny, lad.” Benjen returned his nephew’s warm embrace. “Rode all day; didn’t want to leave you alone with the Lannisters. Why aren’t you inside with the rest of them?” Benjen didn’t have to guess who it was who had forbidden Jon from going to the feast.
“Lady Stark said it was an insult to the royal family to have a bastard seated in their midst.” Benjen cursed his good sister to the Seven Hells and Ned a little. Why had Ned not told Catelyn the truth about Jon? The lad was no threat to Robb or any of their other children.
“You're always welcome at the Wall; no bastard was ever refused a seat with us.”
“So take me with you when you return to the Wall.” Benjen sighed.
“Jon”
“Father will let me if you ask me, Uncle Benjen. You both said I could go when I was older. I’m ten and seven. I’m ready to swear your oath,” Jon interrupted.
“The wall isn’t going anywhere. Give it another year or two. See a bit of the world first. You never know; you may meet a girl, fall in love, marry, and have children.”
“I don’t care about that. Please, Uncle Benjen. Speak to Father.” I’m trying, Lyanna. Benjen thought to himself.
“Jon. You don’t know what you’d be giving up. We don’t marry or have any children.”
“I don’t care about that, Uncle. I cannot remain where I don’t belong. If I get to the Wall, I can prove myself worthy of the Stark name and bring honour where I have stained it.” Benjen’s heart broke for his nephew. Damn you, Ned.
“Lad, you are not a stain on the Stark name. Whoever told you that is a fucking fool. Ned never told you who your mother was, did he, lad?”
“Did you know her, Uncle Benjen?” Jon perked up at the mention of his mother.
“Aye, I knew her alright. You look just like her. Feelings Benjen had long tried to hide, Gods, he looks so much like Lyanna, bubbled to the surface. Fleeting stolen moments ran through Benjen’s mind. They were less than a year apart in age and close as twins.
Losing Lyanna had been one of the reasons Benjen had gone to the Wall in the first place after the Rebellion.
“Who was she, Uncle Benjen?”
“I’ll tell you somewhere more private; there may be something you can do to persuade me to speak to your father on your behalf.” Benjen licked his lips.
Jon led them to the stables. The stables were deserted save for the horses. The hayloft was deserted, a good place to talk and do other things. Benjen remembered stolen moments in that hayloft and stables. It feels like a lifetime ago now.
“Who was my mother, Uncle Benjen?” Jon questioned once they were alone.
“You are a Stark, not through the blood of Ned, nor me, nor Brandon. You are a Stark through the blood, my sister Lyanna. Your father wa”s
“Rhaegar Targaryen, I was born of rape.” Jon looked away.
“No, lad, you were made of love.”
“So I’m still a bastard,” Jon asked.
“No. Your parents were wed, the three of them”, Benjen revealed.
“Princess Elia knew about my mother and father.” Jon looked at Benjen in surprise.
“Aye, she knew and loved Lyanna just as much as Rhaegar did.”
“So I’m true born then. What name did my mother give me?” Jon asked.
“Aemon was what she called you on her deathbed.”
Jon felt a wave of emotion as he realised the truth of who his mother and real father were sunk in.
Benjen hugged Jon tightly to him as he held the lad as he shed tears of sorrow or happiness; Benjen didn’t know. Benjen and Jon knew not what came over them.
“Can you still talk to Lord Stark for me?”
“You still want to go to the Wall?”Benjen asked in surprise.
“He would never allow me to go East to find my uncle and aunt; they're still in the East. I heard dribs and drabs of them.”
“They're still alive in the East somewhere. You have more family at the Wall. A great, great something, Uncle. Aemon Targaryen, son of Maekar I and brother of Aegon V,” Benjen answered. “I can speak with Ned, but first you must convince me, nephew.”
Jon sank to his knees. Eye to eye with the telltale bulge in Benjen’s breeches. Jon helped Benjen remove his sword belt. He threw it somewhere behind him.
Jon worked on Benjen’s other belt before unlacing his uncle’s breeches. Jon hadn’t sucked many cocks but knew enough to please a man with his mouth and tongue. Ros’s lessons and some of the male whores at the Wintertown brothel had been invaluable.
Jon pushed his uncle’s trousers down with his small cloths Benjen’s hard nine-inch cock sprung free. Slapping Jon in the face. That was the biggest cock Jon had seen in his seventeen years.
Jon licked his lips. “Get to work, Nephew.” Benjen placed his hands in Jon’s raven locks.
Jon wrapped one of his hands around the meaty shaft of his uncle’s cock. Opening his mouth and poking out his tongue. Jon slapped the thick cock shaft of his uncle’s nine-inch cock against his tongue a few times.
Jon licked the bulbous head of Benjen’s cock. Running his tongue over the slit of Benjen’s cockhead three or four times before. He took several inches of Benjen’s cock in his mouth.
Bobbing his head up and down as he worked his uncle’s cock in his mouth. Jon stroked the hand wrapped around his uncle’s cock shaft in time with his mouth’s movements. Jon’s other hand was occupied fondling Benjen’s balls.
Fuck, his nephew was good at this. He sucked Benjen cock like a pro whore from King’s Landing or Mole’s Town. Benjen didn’t frequent brothels often; it had been a while since anyone male or female had taken his cock in their mouths or used their hands on it.
“That’s it, suck your uncle’s cock. Fuck. That’s a good pup.” Benjen praised and egged Jon as he guided his nephew along his cock with a gentle hand in his curly raven locks.
Fuck. Jon was a born cocksucker. Benjen wondered who had taught his nephew to be such an expert at sucking cock. Not that Benjen was complaining; whoever had taught him had been a good teacher.
Spittle and precum lathered Benjen’s cock and Jon’s mouth as he continued to give his uncle a blowjob. Benjen thought he’d cum right then and there when Jon took all nine inches of Benjen’s cock down his throat.
Deepthroating him with very little gag reflex that put the best whore to shame. Fuck, even Lyanna hadn’t been this good. Perhaps it was the dragon’s blood in Jon that made him so good at this.
“Fuck, Jon, I’m going to,” Benjen tried to hold back as Jon licked along the underside of Benjen’s cock, looking up at him with those sinful dark purple eyes of his as he stroked Benjen’s cock as he sucked on his balls.
Without even blinking, Jon took Benjen’s cock back in his mouth from root to tip, pressing his nose into Benjen’s wiry pubic hair at the base of his cock.
“Seven fucking hells,” Benjen swore as he cum down Jon’s throat. Jon continued to suck him dry till Benjen went limp in Jon’s mouth.
“How was that, Uncle? Have I convinced you enough?”
“A good appetiser, Nephew.” Benjen kissed Jon before he turned him around, bending his nephew over some hay bales. Benjen made short work of Jon’s belt and breeches. Jon’s hard teenage cock sprang free.
Jon wasn’t small; he was bigger than average, about maybe seven inches. He still had a few more years for his cock to grow a bit bigger. Benjen kept his shirt on; it was still fucking cold even though it wasn’t winter yet, but still spring/summer.
“Hold your shirt up,” Benjen advised as he knelt behind Jon. Jon did as Benjen asked as Benjen took Jon’s ass cheeks in hand. You could bounce a silver stag or gold dragon off his ass.
Benjen slapped Jon’s right ass cheek. Jon half groaned and grunted in pleasure when Benjen hit his ass cheek. Benjen spread Jon’s ass cheeks.
His pink, puckered hole winked at Benjen. Spitting on his hand, Benjen rubbed the spit over his fingers, rubbing all over Jon’s hole. Benjen had no oil with him on hand.
Benjen prepared Jon with fingers and tongue. “Fuck yes,” Jon quietly moaned to himself.
Benjen took his cock in hand, rubbing it between Jon’s ass cheeks a few times. “Please, Uncle Benjen, don’t tease me.”
“Beg me to fuck you, Nephew, fuck that tight bastard boy cunt of yours” Benjen continued to run his cock between Jon’s ass cheeks.
“Please fuck me, Uncle. Fuck my bastard hole; treat me likeike a whore, Jon whined. Benjen continued to tease him.
Tyrion stumbled drunkenly from the Great Hall; the feast held in his esteemed good brother’s honour was a dull affair. Tyrion drank deeply from his wine-filled flask.
He stumbled into the yard looking for somewhere to take a piss. Perhaps it was the Northern Ale or the wine he’d drunk, but Tyrion swore he heard grunting and the sound of fucking coming from the stables.
After almost tripping over his feet several times, the Imp of Casterly Rock stumbled to the stables. Expect to find a stable hand and a maiden having a bit of fun with a roll in the hay.
Tyrion was not expecting what he found in the stables. Peeking around the corner. He got a full view of the Bastard of Winterfell on his hands and knees being ploughed by his uncle, Benjen Stark, a sworn member of the Night’s Watch.
It seemed the Targaryens were not the only ones to partake in the sins of flesh of one’s family. Tyrion wasn’t a pillow biter or a sword swallower, but for some reason, tomorrow Tyrion would blame it on too much wine or ale.
Took his cock from his breeches and stroked it as it got hard, watching Benjen Stark fuck his nephew Jon Snow like a wolf did its bitch.
“Oh, fuck me, Uncle Benjen.” Snow cried out as Benjen Stark relentlessly pounded his hole. “Fuck me, Daddy,” Snow babbled as Benjen pistoned in and out of the bastard tight hole.
Suddenly, Benjen Stark stood withdrawing from Snow’s well-fucked hole for a few moments, long enough to remove Snow’s breeches, boots, and small clothes.
Benjen sat on a bale of hay, gesturing for his nephew to climb into his lap, and Snow lowered himself down, impaling himself on his uncle’s nine-inch cock from the brief glimpse Tyrion got.
Tyrion continued to fist his cock as the two fucked unaware. Tyrion was there and watching. Benjen held Snow in place as he pounded up into him from below.
“Yes, yes, right there. Oh fuck yes, fuck me. Oh fuck yes, daddy.” Snow threw his head back as Benjen’s cock hit his prostate.
Tyrion swore he wasn’t a pillow biter or a sword swaller. Perhaps it was the drinking that was making him take his cock in hand and jerk off at the sight of Benjen Stark fucking his nephew.
“Where do you want Nephew in your slutty bastard ass, your back, or perhaps that sinful mouth of your’s” Benjen grunted setting a relentless pace, fucking his nephew.
“Breed me, Uncle Benjen. Give me your seed.” Snow howled as he bounced up and down on his uncle’s cock.
“SEVEN FUCKING HELLS, HERE IT COMES, NEPHEW, RIGHT UP YOU WHORE BASTARD ASS!” Benjen howled in kind as he cum inside Jon’s tight hole.
Tyrion cums at the same time they did. Tyrion wiped his cock and put it back in his pants before stumbling away to find somewhere to sleep.
“I think he’s gone, Uncle Benjen.”
“Aye, he’s gone,” Benjen said, kissing Jon. “How about we continue this in your room, nephew? I’m freezing my balls off here.” Benjen got to his feet.
Jon and Benjen went to Jon’s modest rooms near the kennels, picking up where they left off in the stables. Jon’s ass was sore for several days afterwards, but it was worth it.