Arthur left it to Gawain to arrange the really fun 'training' exercises. This time he'd set up a chance to get away from Camelot and engage in some proper Knightly bonding. Or bondage, rather. Merlin had picked the spot - something about old Druid ceremonies or some other Gaius-chatter he'd tuned out. With Arthur's cock up his ass, he had better things to think about. They had him trussed up across a fallen stone, Percival thrusting down his throat, Elyan and Leon waiting impatiently for their turns. They were Knights of the Round Table - everyone would get their chance.