"I...I'd like to try...but I...I don't know what to do," the young lord replied.

"Just do what you think would feel good," Justin explained, laying his shirt over the back of a chair. "What did Joseph do to you that made you feel good?"

Looking down, Lance gulped. "Um he...he...he...I...I'm sorry...it's too embarrassing," he replied timidly, feeling uncomfortable.

Coming over and lifting his chin up, Joshua smiled when Lance looked at him. "There's no need to be shy, or embarrassed," he spoke softly. "We've been in your spot before." Tilting his head to the side, studying Lance, Joshua added, "Allow me to guess. Joseph had you remove your robe, then he circled you, removed his own robe, and had you sit on his lap while he touched you for the first time. Am I right so far?"

His body starting to tremble slightly, Lance nodded as he walked over and sat on the bed, nervously fiddling with his hands.

Moving to kneel behind Lance, Justin reached in front to start undoing Lances' shirt, while Joshua took hold of Lances' shaking hands. "Then he had you touch him at the same time," Justin whispered, his mouth so close to Lances' ear, that his warm breath sent a chill down his spine. "Did you like touching him Lance? Or did you like him touching you more?"

His body shaking even more, Lance looked down. "Please, I...I...don't...I mean I...I..."

"Justin," Joshua said, his voice still calm. "If he's not ready to learn, then we better go." Standing and slipping his shirt back over his shoulders, Joshua waited for Justin.

"No...no please," Lance whispered, his voice shaky. "I want to learn how to please M'lord...it's just that I'm...I'm scared."

Turning to look back at him, Justin asked, "What is there to be scared about? He treats us all well, only punishes us when we don't listen, and gives us no reason whatsoever to fear him. If you're scared about the pain of bedding, we've all told you that it will fade once you get used to it."

Looking up, his face still fearful, Lance nodded his head. "Please...please stay," he whispered.

"Will you stop acting as though your bedding with anyone will bring forth the end of the world?" Joshua asked, his voice laced with anger before he realized it. When he did, he hung his head and apologized. "I am sorry Lance, I did not mean to get angry with you."

Lance sniffled, trying to fight back his tears. "I...I am sorry, Joshua," the young lord whispered. "It's just that this...this is all new to me and I'm not sure what to do."

"That's why we're in here to teach you," Joshua replied. "Now, shall we try one more time?"

Nodding, Lance agreed. "Yes," he replied softly as Joshua took Justin's place on the bed behind Lance.

His hands moving to finish what Justin had started, Joshua pulled the shirt from Lances' body, then handed it to the youngest lord, who set in along with his own and Joshuas' on the chair. The first thing both of them noticed was how very tan Lances' skin was, compaired to their own. Shooting each other glances that went unnoticed by the green-eyed one, Joshua shook his head in disgust. "Justin, I believe it's your turn to be the 'teacher'," he said with a sly smile upon his face.

"With pleasure," Justin replied, a smirk on his face as he climbed on the bed beside Lance and gently laid him down. "Joshua, would you do the honors of helping our student remove his trousers?"

Nodding, Joshua moved and undid the button and zipper to the snug fitting trousers. When he felt Lances' body begin to shake again, he asked, "Would you like to give or receive pleasure first Lance?"

Lance voice was barely a whisper because of his nervousness. "I...I...whatever you thi...think I should...should learn fir...first."

Looking up at Justin, Joshua replied, "Perhaps he should learn how to give pleasure first. That why, he won't be hurting when I teach him how to receive it. What do you suggest Justin?"

"I agree," Justin replied. Standing in front of the shaking Lance, Justin locked eyes with him as he slowly removed his black trousers and carefully laid them on the back of the chair. Laying next to Lance, his head propped on the pillow, he removed his undergarment. Taking Lance's arm, he positioned him on his knees in front of him.

"Do you remember what Joseph did when he took you into his mouth?" Joshua asked, rubbing Lances' back gently as Justin got comfortable in front of Lance.

"I...I think so," Lance answered, looking at Justin. Crawling in between Justin's legs, Lance slowly lowered his head until his lips touched the head of Justin's large member. He quickly pulled back in fear.

Continuing to rub his back, Joshua whispered quiet words of encouragement. "Just think of how happy Joseph will be with you the next time he calls on you," he whispered, gently pushing Lance back down. Timidly, Lance took Justin in his mouth, trying to mimic Joseph's actions. Moaning, Justin entertwined his hands in Lance's hair as he closed his eyes.

Smiling and letting up lightly on the hold he had on Lances' back, Joshua continued his words of praise. "That's it Lance. Very good, just like that." Looking up as Justin moaned again, Joshua felt his own excitment building up within him. "Keep it up Lance," he whispered, moving to lay next to Justin. The excitement soon proved to be too much for the eldest one as he captured his lovers' lips with his own while Lance kept working on Justin.

Whimpering, Justin arched his back as Joshua continued to deovur his lips. With a muffled shout, Justin climaxed. Lance was instantly frightened by the new sensation and tried to pull away, but Justin's grip was stronger. Once his breathing started to slow, he released Lance, who coughed, trying to regain his breath.

Breaking the kiss reluctantly, Joshua looked up and tried to keep from laughing as Lance coughed and wipped his mouth of the sticky liquid. "Forgive me Lance," he said, reaching over and dabbing his finger to take away a drop that had escaped Lances' hand. "We forgot to tell you about that part."

Finally regaining his composure, Lance looked at them timidly. "M...M'lord likes this done to him?" he whispered.

Laughing quietly, Joshua nodded and answered, "Yes, he does. Why? Don't you?"

Lance trembled at the memory of the very first time Lord Joseph had done to him what he just did to Justin. It had felt good, he thought. "I...M'lord has only done this to me once. It...it was my...my first time and I...I was nervous and really scared."

"But did it not feel good when he took you into his mouth?" Justin asked, looking up at Lance, a pleased smile upon his lips. "You did very well Lance. Very well. Joseph will be pleased with you," he added, trying to calm the blond down, for what came next in his lessons.

Joshua and Justin exchanged smirks as Justin moved off the bed and again gently lay Lance down. The new lord's eyes widened when Justin reached for his undergarment. Fear instantly clouding his eyes, Lance looked up at him. "Wha...what are you doing?" he asked, his voice shaking.

"Shh," Justin whispered, cupping Lances' cheek in his hand. "I promise, this won't hurt as bad as it did with Joseph." Slipping the undergarment off and dropping it to the floor, Justin explained, "The way Joseph has you lay, he can go deeper into you. That's what makes it hurt so much." Lifting Lances' legs up onto his shoulders, Justin scooted closer to Lance, his arms propping him up above him. "This way won't hurt as much." Gently slidding into Lance, Justin watched for any signs of discomfort.

"O...ow," Lance whimpered as Justin entered him. The pain was worse than when he was with Joseph. "Jus...Justin please...it...it hurts...ple...please stop."

Motioning for Justin to continue, Joshua ran his hand through Lance's hair. "Relax, Lance," he cooed. "You have to learn how Joseph likes to bed."

Taking his thrusts slow and easy, Justin fought off the urge quicken his pace. Keep his moans down, he closed his eyes and bit his lip. "Just thi...think of...how hap...happy Joseph wi...will be...Lan...Lance."

Lance made no effort to hide the tears that slid down his face. "Jus...Justin please...it hurts too much," the young lord sobbed. He tried to sit up and pull away from Justin but Joshua held him down.

"You need to learn Lance," Joshua replied. "The faster you learn to relax your body, the faster the pain will go away and be replaced with pleasure. You're doing fine. We know it hurts, but you honestly are doing fine."

The heat beginning to rise within Justin once more, he grunted as he increased his speed, taking no notice of Lance's discomfort. Lance whimpered in pain again as the tears continued to fall from his eyes. "Just...Justin...please..."

"You're doing fine Lance," Joshua repeated, wipping the sweat from the blonds' forehead. Looking up as Justin continued to take his pleasure, Joshua explained that when Justin had finished, they'd let Lance rest for a while before showing him another way Joseph liked to be pleased. "We'll let you go at your own pace next Lance, I promise."

"O...ow," Lance whimpered again, shaking his head. "Justin, you're hurting me...please...don't...please..."

Sighing, Joshua placed a hand on Justins' shoulder, telling him to stop and pull out of Lance. "He's just not ready to learn," he stated as Justin shot him a curious look.

Justin shook off Joshua's hand as he continued his rhythm. "He has to learn, Joshua," Justin replied as he gripped Lance's shoulders, as he came closer and closer to his release. Grunting, he climaxed deep within Lance. Once his breathing returned to normal, he pulled out and moved to lay next to the still sobbing blond.

Looking at Justin in what Lance would have thought to have been anger, but actually was just a mask for what he was truly feeling, Joshua hissed, "I told you he's not ready to receive pleasure Justin. I thought we were going to teach him how to please Joseph?" His 'anger' seeming to raise, he added, "I should bed you right here, as hard as Joseph does with us, for what you put him through."

Lance lay on his side curled up into a ball, still crying. Joshua leaned over and cradled him in his arms, shooting Justin a triumphant smirk.

"You did very well Lance. It just takes some getting used to," Joshua whispered. "Would you like us to leave you for now and come back when you've rested for another lesson?"

"Joshua, I thought the purpose for us being here was to teach Lance how to please Joseph?" Justin replied. "How can we do that if we leave now? Besides," cooed the youngest lord. "It's your turn to play teacher, and I know how much fun you have doing that."

"Playing teacher is more fun when the student isn't in pain and sobbing in my arms Justin," Joshua bit, still pretending he was angry at Justin. "I told you to ease up on him, or not to bed him so rough. How would you have liked it if I had done the same to you when you came to me asking for help?" Not giving Justin a chance to answer, Joshua lowered his eyes and wipped away the tears from Lances' cheeks.

"I...I kn...know that this...this is par...part of what is exp...expected of me," Lance managed to choke out. "B...but why...why does it hav...have to hur...hurt so much?"

"Because you just are not used to having your body act in such ways," Joshua replied, stroking Lances' hair soothingly. "Both Justin and myself know the pain you are going through. We were once there ourselves."

Looking up at his new friend Lance's face was full of fear and apprehension. "May...may I ask you something?" he inquired of Joshua.

Smiling, his eyes twinkling, Joshua nodded. "Of course."

"How...how...how often am I exp...expected to...I mean how often will M'lord..." Lance trailed off, too afraid to hear the answer.

Justin shot Joshua a wicked smile. They had figured Lance would ask how often Lord Joseph would call on him and had agreed to lie to him to really scare him.

"That depends on who you want to have teach you," Joshua replied. "We can teach you, but if we are to be the teachers, then you can expect us calling on you two or more times a day. But, if you want Joseph to teach you, then expect him maybe once every two or three days."

"Two or thre ti..." Lance gasped. "Please...I...I can't...I barely made it through my time with M'lord last night.

"But if you bed with us two or three times daily, then your body will quickly become accustom," Joshua countered. "With Joseph, it may take much longer."

"Lord Justin? Lord Justin, are you in here?" called Kenneth, Justin's servant, from the other side of the closed door. "Word has been sent from the stables that Victory has been saddled and is ready for you to ride."

Looking up and returning the articals of clothing to his body, Justin called back, "Thank you Kenneth. I will be out shortly." Turning to Joshua, he asked, "Would you care to join me, or would you like to stay and baby him some more?"

"Go on, Justin," Joshua replied, still holding the shaking Lance. "I have my teaching session next."

Shrugging his shoulders, Justin moved to unlock the door once he was dressed, leaving Lance to shiver in Joshuas' arms. "Have it your way then. If he's not going to stop crying long enough to learn, then I do not see the point in even attempting to teach him another lesson."

"Justin, give him a chance," Joshua replied gently, running his fingers through Lance's hair. "Think back to when you joined the family last year and how scared you were when you entered the wedding chamber. You also have to remember that we did have some knowledge as to what would happen...Lance did not. We have to give him time to adjust to all this. If we are to teach him, we have to have patience."

"Well, I've done my part of lesson number 1," Justin answered. "And I must say, he was a tight fit. You'd like him Joshua, just your type." Smirking when he saw Lance curl into a tighter ball, the young blond added, "Or are you going to let him reverse the roles for lesson number 2?"

"Victory is waiting for you, Justin," Joshua hissed, pretending to take on a stern tone. "Leave the lessons to me."

Bowing low, Justin replied, his voice just as stern, "But of course M'lord. Teach him all you want. He will only cry and beg for you to stop."

"I...I'm sor...sorry Joshua," Lance whispered as Justin left his chambers. "I can imagine what you must thin...think of me."

Smiling and shaking his head, Joshua replied, "I think you are just scared that you will not please your husband. Do not worry about Justin either. He does have times when he rushes into things. He should have prepaired you first; taken his time."

"This is all so...so new to me," Lance admitted as he eased himself up on the bed. "I wonder if I'll ever get used to it."

"You will," the elder one confirmed. "It just takes time." Looking down and laughing quietly at a memory, Joshua asked, "Do you know how long it took Justin to stop his crying when he first entered the house?"

"Justin?" Lance inquired.

"Yes Justin. You know, the one that just left the room?" Joshua teased. "He was still crying four months after he wed Joseph. Only after Joseph asked me to teach him did he learn and not cry; even though he knew what was expected of him before entering the family."

"I...I want to learn to ple...please M'lord, but I...I..."

Standing and taking hold lightly of Lances' shoulders, Joshua stopped him from moving further away. "You are scared and unsure as to what to do," he replied, hoping he was reading Lances' mind correctly. "But that is why we are in here, so that you may learn and experiment without fear of Joseph finding out." Growing stern with Lance, he continued. "Joseph must not find out about Justin and my helping you Lance. He has not ask that we help you yet; so until he says otherwise, this must stay between only we three."

The pain beginning to ease a little, Lance nodded, his body shaking. "I...I will say noth...nothing," the young lord whispered.

Smiling and releasing Lance from his grasp, Joshua crossed the room to where his shirt lay across the chair. "Very good Lance." Turning to look back at him before slipping the shirt on, the elder one asked, "Would you like some time to rest, or continue on with your lessons?"

Easing himself into a sitting position, Lance looked up at Joshua. "Don...don't leave me," he replied timidly.

Taking a seat upon the edge of the bed, Joshua laid the shirt aside his leg. "Don't like being alone?" he asked, allowing Lance time to rest before the next round. Tears filling Lance's eyes, he shook his head in silence. "May I ask why?" Joshua pushed easily. Sliding off the bed and into a half kneeling, half sitting position in front of Lance, he looked up into the tear filled eyes.

Wiping his face, Lance gazed at Joshua. "I was forbidden to associate with the other children in my village because of my betrothal to M'lord. I...I've never had a real friend, someone I could talk to. This is why I've wanted so badly for you and Justin to accept me. I want so much for us to be friends."

Caressing Lances' child-like face in his palm, Joshua replied quietly, "You will never have to be alone again. You will have many friends now that you are a noble. You have Joseph, Christopher, Justin, and myself. And I'm sure you will find many more."

"I...hope so," Lance returned, a slight smile crossing his face. "Than...thank you, Joshua."

Standing and dropping a light kiss upon his forehead, Joshua replied, "You are very welcome Lance." Stepping back, he added, "You will see, soon you will have many friends. More then you will know what to do with."

His hand folded in his lap, Lance looked at Joshua nervously. "Am...am I to have my next les...lesson now?" the young lord asked. Seeing Joshua nod and slide toward him Lance's body began to shake again. "Please, Joshua," Lance whispered in fear. "Please don't hurt me."

"Shh," he soothed. "I won't hurt you this time." Taking Lances' hands in his and helping him to stand, Joshua explained, "This time, you shall go at your own pace. You will be able to experience what it is that Joseph so enjoys."

Nodding, Lance allowed Joshua to take his hand. Looking down at his bed, Lance looked back at Joshua, his face a mask of confusion. "But...but I thought that...I mean...what does Joseph enjoy standing up?"

Laughing, Joshua explained as he laid down on the bed, "He doesn't like doing much standing, not when it comes to bedding at least. What I meant was that, if you want to, experiment with different things, that you might think Joseph would enjoy you doing to him."

Sitting on the bed beside Joshua, Lance nervously fiddle with his hands. "I...I am not...I mean I...I don't...I mean you have been wed to M'lord longer than I. What...what kinds of things does he like when he beds?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Joshua replied, "He likes the normal things. Touching, kissing, stroking. The things he did in the wedding chamber with you. He also likes it when we are creative, or combine different techniques."

"For...forgive me Joshua, but I...I am inexperienced to these kinds of things," Lance whispered, fearful that Joshua would make fun of him.

"That is another reason we are here, so that you may learn," Joshua replied, stroking his finger against Lances' smooth skin.

Shuddering at Joshua's touch, Lance nodded, whimpering slightly as the elder one gently laid him down on the bed. Shaking from pure fear, Lance turned his head, a lone tear sliding down his face.

Laughing again, Joshua turned Lances' face towards him. "I do not think you fully understand how I teach Lance. Justin teachs by instruction, by doing. He allows no hands on learning. I am not like that. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

Turning to look at Joshua, Lance shook his head. "I...I am not sure," he admitted.

"Justin is more of a 'do it for you' teacher," Joshua explained, trying to come from a different angle. "He will do it for you, and not let you learn from experience. We both know that Joseph likes being the one in control, but there are times where he will want us to be the ones in control. So for now, pretend that I'm Joseph, and I've given you control tonight. Understand now?"

"I...I think so but..." Lance repeated softly.

"But what?"

"I...I..." Lance trailed off, too embarrased to say any more. Joshua smirked at the painfully shy and nervous Lance as he propped himself up on the bed. Reaching under the covers, Joshua wrapped his hand around Lance's member and began stroking it, as if to give him a signal as to what Joseph liked.

"Be creative," Joshua purred as Lance whimpered quietly. "Combine techniques," he added. Moving his other hand up and down Lances' leg, he eased him down slowly, himself staying slightly higher. When Lance didn't pull away, Joshua smiled and whispered his praise.

Gazing down at the nervous blond, Joshua smiled and spread his legs so Lance could fit between them. "You don't have to rush, Lance," Joshua whispered as he wrapped his legs around Lance's neck. "Take your time." Joshua watched as Lance nervously lowered himself down, praising him all the while. Groaning in anticipation, Joshua moaned as Lance slowly entered him.