It had been almost a month since he had woken up as Jon Snow. The memories had been hazy at first, but a few things were clear. This seemed like a variation of the showverse as he and Robb were 17, but Arya and Sansa were 15 and 16 respectively.
There was also something weird about this world. Even for a medieval world, especially for a medieval world, there seemed something wrong with it.
Or it could just be his nerves. Since the moment he had realised that he was Jon Snow in Westeros, he had just been so afraid of what was coming. Thus, despite everyone's opposition, even Catelyn's to his great surprise, he decided to join the Night's Watch as soon as possible.
If he got to the True North before canon even started, and got his hands on some wights, he could unite the realms against the dead before the wars really started.
He had considered going south and gathering power there. But he had no idea how long that would take, and what would become of the Wall without Jon there. Besides, he had just no patience for the schemes and plots of the south.
Their party of recruits to the Watch stopped at a village and Jon sighed at the situation around him.
"Look at those whores, eunuch." A thuggish looking prisoner called to an androgynous recruit. "I told Norrey that we should leave you in a brothel. Would suit you more!"
The androgynous young man did not argue and got off of the carriage most of the recruits were travelling on. The thug wouldn't have any of it, and tried to follow him.
Jon decided that he had no patience for this either.
He kicked his horse forward and got between the two.
"Hey! What gives?" The thug complained, but Jon glared at him from on top of his horse. That, added to his tall and well built, noble raised frame was enough to send the thug running.
"Myron." He turned to the androgynous man. "Come, help me with Proudfoot."
He had meant for it to sound like a request, but inexplicably, his words would often turn into commands.
Myron nodded, a bit shyly, and walked by his horse towards a stone wall. Jon dismounted and handed the reins to Myron. The young man had a magical touch when it came to horses, and quickly got to work grooming the animal.
"You really are good at this." He commented. He had inherited the skills of Jon Snow, but not his likes. He could take care of his own horse, but just did not like doing it as much as the original Jon may have had.
Myron giggled proudly. "My mother taught me all she knew since I could barely walk. And everyone said that the Seven themselves had blessed her skills with animals."
Jon sighed again. How would he explain this?
"You can't keep doing that, you know?"
"Doing what?"
"Giggling like that."
Myron stopped grooming the horse.
"Giggling? That wasn't a giggle. I was just nervous!"
"The Wall is not a pleasant place. The men there are not pleasant. The men they fight are not pleasant." Jon explained. He probably should have just ignored him, but when he first saw Myron, he had mistaken the boy for Satin, the boy whore from the books that ended up becoming Jon's steward.
He was soon proven wrong as his name was not Satin Flowers, but Myron Stone. And he was not a boy whore, but a eunuch who lost his balls in an accident.
"I understand that your habits are different from most men." Jon continued speaking as he sat next to Myron. "But that makes you a target for these masculinity obsessed idiots. In an ideal world, you wouldn't have to change yourself. But here, if you want to be safe, you'll want to be accepted."
"Do I– Do I truly stand out as much?" Myron asked.
"Come now. No need to be so down." Jon tied the horse to a post near the wall, grabbed Myron's arm, making him squeak in embarrassment, and led him to the village.
"The plan is simple." He explained as they entered a brothel. "We'll get ourselves some women. You will do your best to make them scream with your hands and tongue. Heck, I'll even pay them extra for it. Do it publicly if possible. Then walk out swaggering like a thug."
"Wait… wait!" Myron pleaded. "This is too fast!"
Jon did not yield. He could not spend his time looking out for the pretty young man. It is better to teach him how to take care of himself.
They went inside and before Myron could protest again, with a jingle of his coin pouch he had two whores sequestered with them in a shabby but clean room.
Jon picked the taller one. She was only 5ft 3in, to his almost 6ft, but shorter heights were the norm for the smallfolk.
He pulled the girl onto his lap and started making out with her as he groped her over her clothes.
"Say, what's your name?"
"Bethany, m'lord."
He hadn't introduced himself as a lord, but the money he was spending likely made it seem so.
After a few minutes of that, he checked on Myron to see that he was shying away from the woman as she tried ineffectually to kiss the man of 5ft 6in.
"Myron, what are you doing?" Jon chided him as Bethany complained at the abrupt lack of kisses. "Go and lie on the bed, and let the woman show you her art."
"But I don't have a cock!" The boy complained and the whores gasped.
He turned to Myron's woman and commanded, "Just teach him how to please a woman with his mouth and hands. And be loud when he's doing it."
Then he glared at Myron until he went to lay on the bed.
Jon smiled at Bethany and they got to undressing each other. Then led her to the second bed as she looked at his body appreciatively.
Jon was surprised at having a large cock to with his tall frame, wondering if it was a departure from the book, or a detail that never made it to the text, but he was glad for it.
This might be the only time he would get laid in a long while. So Jon wanted to make the best of it.
He climbed over the whore and positioned his cock at her entrance, then took another look at Myron to ensure that he was properly engaged.
Then he thrust into Bethany, finally giving her his full attention. The woman moaned at the penetration and Jon latched onto her breasts, kissing and sucking to their mutual pleasure.
He kept thrusting, pushing in more and more of his 9 inched dick into her, making her feel more and more pleasure.
"Have you… never fucked… a dick this.. big?" He asked between thrusts.
"Never milord." She screamed.
Jon smiled knowing that she wouldn't tell him even if she had.
They were lost in the pleasure until Jon couldn't hold it anymore, and pulled out to cum on her breasts.
Breathing heavily, he looked around to find that Myron and the whore were just staring at him and Bethany as the whore fingered herself.
Jon cringed as he noticed that Myron's gaze was fixed at Jon's half mast, cumming on Bethany.
"Myron!" He scolded, and the other man blushed, breathing heavily. Then bolted out of the room.
Jon rubbed his hair tiredly, and looked at the shorter woman.
"Come on. I've paid for you, might as well make you work for it."
Jon laid down next to Bethany as the woman hurried over, divesting herself off of the rest of her clothes.
"And what's your name?"
"Barba, milord."
Jon pulled her onto his chest and kissed her furiously. He groped her larger chest until he was hard again, then made Barba ride him as he groped her all over.
He forgot all about the failed plan as he fucked Bethany and Barba for another round.