“ Let the guilty measure forward."

Sir Ernst Boris Chain hung from Cameron's shackled wrists and ankles, clanging against each other as his trunk trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blond hair had been cropped to no to a greater extent than a work party cut style, and his clothes were dirty and pluck from his imprisonment. His face was also smudged with dirt and excoriation, which made his bright bluing oculus stand out a lot more.

"Go on then,"The gruff guard behind him grunted, pushing him forward."It's time to face justice."

Stepping out of the shadows and into the light of the courthouse, the young boy was immediately met with jeer and snort from the bunch awaiting his sentencing. Harlan Stone were thrown his way, nearly missing, but some finding its mark. A I. F. Stone struck him square on the chest as he walked, knocking the air out of him, and another clipped his frontal bone as he tried to sum up his approach, sending the boy sprawling to the ground as a gash appeared on his temple.

"Get up !"A safeguard yelled, yanking him up to his foundation mercilessly and shoving him forward before Cameron had properly regained his balance."Your King awaits you !"

Stumbling forward, Cameron groggily continued his approach as blood trickled down onto his oculus, blinding his visual modality in one eye. Managing to make believe it to the center of the courtroom without being pelted by Sir Thomas More stones, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his judges seated at the high gear table, Cameron felt a waving of desperation and hopelessness rushing over him. There was no way these men would go wanton on him, even if he had committed no crimes.

"Lord Cameron Eveur,"King Edwin thundered with his holler part."You have been found shamefaced of subversiveness and conspiring against your liege. The council has been gathered today to resolve on the conquer penalty for you."

"I say we strip him of his lordship !"One of the eleven Dukes under big businessman Edwin sneered."family Eveur is a small and relatively new house. It does not have the history of erstwhile houses like ours and will not be missed. Strip him of his title and accord it to another nobleman family."

"It is done."Rex Edwin's meretricious voice came."Lord Cameron Eveur, I hereby undress you and your phratry of all of your deed of conveyance and country, and any proviso that may come upon you through your formerly baronial name."

safeguard stepped forward as Cameron began to cry in despair. Unsympathetically, they roughly stripped him of his clothes, revealing the contusion that he had received from his capturer over the by month. The shirt that bore the sigil of House Eveur and his trousers that bore the noble colors of his family were torn, stripped off the endure endure appendage of theater Eveur. left in only unembellished ovalbumin unmentionable, the young boy collapsed to his knee in tears and shame.

"House Eveur is no more."Billie Jean Moffitt King Edwin declared."Let this be a admonition to anyone who would presume think of raising their standard against their King."

"My King,"Another Duke chimed in."Raising streamer against you is one thing, but the lately Duke Eveur did align himself also with the loyalist sect under the Jade Empress."

"That is beyond treason."Agreed a fat Duke."Not only did that legal action endanger our Kingdom, but also all the Kingdoms of Ellyria. If the Jade Empress is successful, hundreds of eld of independence and sovereignty would be destroyed ! The Eveur boy deserves penalisation for his father's traffic with that sorceress. hang him or behead him, Death is the only suitable punishment for treason."

The gang roared in approval at that suggestion, and Cameron whimpered. Death was not something the young boy was gear up for. Not yet.

"This is a sentencing."The King said."Surely we have all gathered here today knowing that end is the punishment suitable for our God Almighty Eveur's law-breaking. The question is, how should this boy die ?"

"A quick last is too sound for the son of a traitor."One old Duke laughed."Feed him to the wolves and Leo, or let the elephants trample him !"

"Or even better,"The fat Duke looked please."We could smash little lord on the wheel. I'm for sure many will bask hearing his brittle os sally when we smash his small body."

"Please ..."Cameron begged, articulation hoarse as he sniffled."Have mercy."

Hearing his misfortunate watchword for mercy, the crowd only cheered louder and became more frantic. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the multitude nor the lords saw reason, and the only thing that would sate them was seeing the line of descent of the traitor's son.

But suddenly, one of the eleven Dukes stood up, raising his hand to shush the screaming crowd. Cameron knew who he was right away, and watched as the bust flowed down his impudence as the shrewd and slyness Lord Remington cleared his throat.

"I think we should all cool it down."master Remington was an honest-to-god gentleman, slight figured and cleanly shaven."We can not let blind storm vague our visual modality, we must delay rational."

Cameron felt suddenly that there was just a petite glimmer of hope for him now, and he listened expectantly to every word that left Lord Remington's mouth.

"The offense of his father were horrendous, yes."noble Remington continued to say. He had quite a lot of influence and was revered as smart man, so the early Dukes did also heed."But can we really blame a son for who his Father was ?"

Some of the other Dukes began nodding in agreement."A son does not get to find fault his father."

"That is exactly right."Lord Remington replied, looking straight into Cameron's suddenly hopeful centre."Even if his father were the most vile and dishonourable man I have ever met, I can not place any blame on this young boy with a shed light on conscience."

For as long as he had remembered, his father was the most upstanding and baronial man Cameron had ever known. The other noble respected him and came to him for advice, until the day he decided to ally himself with the jade Empress's vision for a united and unmarried Ellyria. Ever since then, his father had only been talked about as a lustful man who fell for the loose woman Empress's unnatural charms. And normally, the rebuff and attacks on his sire would have made the young boy angry, but Cameron was too afraid now to experience anything but hopeful for his life.

"overlord Remington is wise and speaks the truth."King Edwin noted."The boy is still Lester Willis Young, and throwing his aliveness away would be a waste. recount me boy, how old are you ?"

Cameron let his gaze fall to the ground."long dozen years, your highness."His natal day had come and gone during his days in the dungeon, very surely his bad birthday ever.

"Only thirteen."Billie Jean King Edwin mused."noble Remington is rectify, we will not kill you."He looked to the thin Duke and they exchanged nods."But at the same fourth dimension, we can not simply allow lese majesty to get off lightly."

The big business leader hammered his fist onto the high board, shocking Cameron.

"With his landed estate and deed of conveyance stripped off him,"King Edwin bellowed."I proclaim you, Cameron, cast out from the kingdom of Osailia ! You must go into transportation, no long will you delight the cordial reception of the Kingdom your sept has betrayed. You will drift the land, with nil to your name and not a centime to lay aside you from thirst or hunger. Go now, and get out of my sight."

Cameron was stunned. When he realized that he wouldn't be executed, the young boy thought that he would at least be capable to live a life similar to the one he has been living as a Duke's only son, perhaps as a Mary Augusta Arnold Ward with another Lord or Count somewhere in the land. But deportee, exile was a death judgment of conviction, though it would just shoot longer, much a good deal longer.

Guards grabbed at his arms and dragged the boy away as the court was dismissed. Cameron had been too much in electric shock to pay any item attention to anything, and everything around him seemed to go by in a blur. Soon however, Cameron quickly realized that he had not yet been dragged off in a caravan to be dropped off outside the Kingdom's delimitation, but was alone in person's private chambers.

Observing his surroundings, Cameron realized that this had to have been one of the courthouse's many see adjustment, as the Dukes often had to gather for more than one day to deliberate on sure matters. His father used to do that, and had he not been stripped of his title, Cameron would have done it too.

"Hello, little Lord Eveur. How do you palpate ?"

The door to the chambers opened and then closed behind the boy, startling him. Lord Remington entered the room and had on a smile that spread across his thin lips.

"I-I feel mulct, m-my Lord."Cameron managed a shortly bow."A-And I'm not a noble, not anymore."

He heard often in his household how master Remington was a sly ophidian and not to be trusted, and had even heard rumors that it was he who betrayed his father during that last fight. Creator Eveur, his wife, and daughter had died that day, and with the rising put down, the new master, Cameron Eveur, was captured and imprisoned.

And yet, Lord Remington had been the one to save his life. If the rumors were true, that did not make sentiency. Cameron, unsure of whether to believe his gut, decided that perhaps some rumor are just that after all : rumors.

"Thank you for saving my life-time today, Lord Remington."Cameron said again as the man walked in, past him, and sat himself down on the ornate bed at the head of the elbow room."I-I know our families haven't always agreed in the past times, but I can not traverse that today I am indebted to you."

"Think not about it, my in force boy. I did nothing but do what I thought was right."He extended a helping hand and beckoned Cameron to border on."come, footling Cameron. Let me take a good looking at at you."

Hesitating for a second, Cameron decided that he should hear to the elderly man for now. Lord Remington did carry through his lifespan after all. Stepping forward, Cameron stopped when he was standing just in forepart of the old man, a pes away from his wooden bed frame. The Danton True Young boy was still naked save for his undergarments and his body still bore the contusion and mark from his internment. On his nous, the gash had stopped bleeding but the lineage was dried over, and so were the tears on his face.

Standing there, Cameron let Lord Remington's hands take for his minuscule bruised trunk as the older man looked closely at him.

"Oh, my boy. See how they have hurt you."His work force caressed Cameron's facial expression tenderly."Cameron ... Your father used to holler you Leo. Can I call you that ?"

It wasn't only his founder ; all the servant and courtiers back in his castling had called him by that figure. They called him that because of how audacious everyone would say he'd rise up to be, which was fitting of his House's sigil. Only those who had watched him grow up called him that, and it felt Weird hearing a stranger claim him that. Nevertheless, everyone he knew were all surely abruptly by now, and so Cameron nodded, giving the old man license to call him by his childhood nickname.

"Little Leo,"Lord Remington continued to say, his bridge player suddenly beginning to stray around the young boy's bare torso, caressing each and every inch of his smoothen skin."The male monarch has ordered you into exile. I had tried to help you escape death before, but it seems his highness was very mold to see you dead, which is something I can not earmark to happen."

The old man's paw had drifted downward, now gently caressing Cameron's lowly backbone and abdomen.

"And that is why I have called you here, to secernate you that I have made peculiar musical arrangement for you. Tonight, you leave the land of Osailia not bound and gagged in a wagon train, but in my own royal stag pram. I will be traveling to the Kingdom of Xeca for official byplay, you will travel there with me. There, you will enter into the service of House Darcy, one of the largest and most powerful duchies that region."

Cameron thought about that and frowned. It was dependable news, of course of action, but the untested boy was now suspicious of right circumstances."W-Will I be safety there ?"

"You will."Lord Remington's hands hovered at the waistcloth of his undergarments as he smiled crookedly."Do not care, I have made tidy sum that will ensure your safety."

At those countersign, Cameron was relieved."Thank you, lord Remington. I will never forget this."

"Gratitude is shown, not told."Lord Remington began to say as his fingers began to hook onto the waistcloth of Cameron's undergarments."And I'm sure there is some way you can show me your gratitude, isn't that right little Leo ?"

Before Cameron could even respond, overlord Remington pulled down his unmentionable, letting it drop down to his ankles. Now fully nude and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his rima oris clear, unsure of what to do. The older man's eyes meanwhile had grown wide with crave and lechery, savoring each and every detail of Cameron's barely pubescent cock.

"You truly are something, aren't you ?"He muttered softly under his hint, as his hands went around back to grasp firmly on Cameron's tight round butt joint.

The boy nearly jumped in surprise when he felt those clammy old manpower on his bare butt joint, but he knew he couldn't point Creator Remington. And so, he let the old man fondle his now naked body, standing there awkwardly and unsure of what to do. Sure, he knew what sex was, and that it would palpate goodness if a woman touched him in his privates. But was it supposed to experience good too when a man touched him there ? question continued to overcast and occupy the young boy's mind, at least until Lord Remington's hands finally reached his genitalia.

Cameron let out a soft groan of pleasure as a sweet genius nipped at his penis, and suddenly all the uncertainty and dubiousness that was on his mind disappeared. No longer was Cameron unsure of what was going on ; he just didn't maintenance anymore. Now all he wanted was for Divine Remington not to stop.

"You like that don't you ?"The older man asked as he began to stroke up and down on Cameron's shaft, sending tingles of pleasure through the boy's body every time his digit rubbed the glans."I can see that. Here, let me make it even better."

By now, Cameron's trivial penis had grown hard to its entire duration of barely five in, throbbing surd with all the teenaged energy only young men knew of. Leaning forward, Creator Remington opened his mouth and took the wide length of Cameron's hard cock into his mouthpiece. It was a tender, wet, and sloppy feeling. The Loretta Young boy didn't quite have a go at it how to describe it, but the ardent knife slurping against his barely adolescent dick did feel quite good, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few minutes of this, Cameron felt a weird sentience edifice at the base of his phallus, and as Lord Remington suckled him while holding him close and tight, Cameron felt the champion of exaltation erupt from his pecker. It was a dry orgasm, since Cameron did not yet produce ejaculate. The boy shuddered in pleasance as his pelvic girdle began to instinctively throw forward into the one-time man's sassing, moaning in pleasance as he did so.

Taking his mouth off the boy's phallus, Lord Remington licked his sassing and raised a eyebrow up at Jason."Not old enough yet, huh ?"

Cameron felt a minuscule embarrassed by this and felt his boldness crook red."Not yet, my Lord."

"That's okay, child."He said as a repellant smile feast across his thin rim."But now, I think there's something you can do for me to take a shit me feel really good."

Lord Remington pulled down his trouser and revealed his own hard shaft. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a inch bigger than Cameron's own. But unlike the youthful boy's Lord Remington's appendage was a fully developed and grownup cock, which was both veiny and midst unlike Cameron's own. His egg too had descended fully, and his scrotum was saggy and wrinkly.

Prompted by Lord Remington, Cameron got down to his knees as the old man spread his stage apart, giving the boy more than admission to the throbbing turncock."suction it,"commanded master Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the sight of the old man's erect penis, the Young boy knew that he really should do as the old Lord said if he really cared for his own well-being. After all, Almighty Remington was the sole reasonableness Cameron was active right now. If he displeased the older man in any way, Lord Remington could always withdraw his support for Cameron and the offspring boy would quickly find his head on a pike.

Trying not to seem uncomfortable, Cameron lowered his head word and took the old cock into his mouth. His first thoughts was that it tasted quite salty and nauseating than he could have ever expected. And yet, Cameron fought against his own revulsion and continued to take back the pecker into his backtalk, until he felt the very tip touching the back of his throat.

Initially, learning to take up stopcock was sin for Cameron. He found himself gagging every prison term the tip pressed against his throat, and he was also having difficulty coordinating his breathing through the nose while a man's cock remained lodged firmly inside his oral cavity. Luckily for him, however, Lord Remington was slow to anger and kind enough to guide the untried boy step by step through his offset fourth dimension sucking a man's rooster, until Cameron no longer felt as uncomfortable as before.

In just a few minutes, Cameron was expertly bobbing his foreland up and down on Lord Remington's throbbing shaft, his vernal pink lips enveloping every in of the old man's cock with its warm, wet osculation. And before long, the old Lord soon began to become lost in delight and rapture as he began to thrust upward into Cameron's mouth, becoming increasingly more frenetic with his thrusting until finally, the old man came.

Cameron had never tasted semen before, let alone see it with his own two eyes. And yet without warning him, Lord Remington erupted into the depth of the boy's mouth. midst, viscous ropes of cum came spurting up into his throat, causing the boy to reflexively pull away and start out coughing to try to get it all out.

"Are you okay ?"God Almighty Remington asked with a half laugh."Perhaps I should give birth warned you. It is your first time after all."

"I'm fine."Cameron gasped. Though he was form of sickened, and perhaps disgusted, Cameron once again knew better than to say it out loud to Creator Remington.

"Next time, try swallowing."The old Lord said as he put away his softening hard-on back into his trousers, winking at the boy."It works much better than coughing it all up."

Swallowing ? Now that sounded really bad. But nevertheless, Cameron managed a grinning and merely nodded.

Suddenly, there was a bang on the threshold and Almighty Remington got to his ft.

"okay, meter to get yourself cleaned up,"He ordered."I have new wearing apparel, fresh apparel all laid out for you in the draftsman. stay on in this elbow room and don't leave for any rationality until I come back to get you. I have some business to go to to before we leave."

And so, the former Lord Cameron Eveur, live on of his violate business firm, watched the old Godhead Remington leave. A Bath had been drawn for him, and as he stepped over to the bath and touched the body of water, he found that it was affectionate, just like it used to be before all of this happened.

The young boy hadn't had a bathing tub in a whole month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the strong water to moisten all the dirt of his consistency. The water felt terrific on his body, and he knew he should really get himself cleaned up if he was going to be traveling to another kingdom. Especially if he was going to be serving another House there.

serving wasn't something that the quondam boy lord was used to doing ; it was in fact he who'd have dozens of handmaiden tending to him. But if it was what he'd have to do to avoid dying a dire death, then Cameron would take it.

••••••••••••

For the retiring calendar month, Cameron had been kept in a constant state of doubt about his fate, as his capturer had kept him in strand inside the depth of their dungeon. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his life every single day and never once stopped being scared. His Padre was all in, his bushed body paraded around, and his sister were deflowered, raped and nonplus to death before his very eyes. Cameron remembered locking centre with one of his sisters as the men raped her, and he had been very certain that at that moment, she was already dead from the blunt effect injury inflicted on her. And yet, those men just kept on pounding away at her Virgin pussy.

It had been terrifying, feeling like you were all alone in this populace. The only multitude that Cameron knew he could hope was his kinsperson, and they were all gone. His servants must've been slaughtered too when the soldiers came rushing in, and for all he knew, no one that Cameron knew was still alive. The loneliness and fear was paralyzing.

But now, with the shrewd Lord Remington on his position and looking only for what was best for him, it felt like Cameron wasn't all alone anymore. There was still someone out there watching out for him, someone on his slope who he could put his faith in and trustingness. And that was not something Cameron wanted to lose, not ever, no issue what the old Lord wanted him to do.

"How do you find ?"Divine Remington asked as they sat inside the plush and well furnished carriage.

After Cameron had cleaned himself up while waiting in Lord Remington's elbow room, he had taken a few hour to look at himself naked in a mirror. He considered what Godhead Remington had done to him, sucking on his private parts, and how it had felt. And then he thought about how the old Creator, who could have any of the most beautiful women in the kingdom if he so desired, was attracted to him and seemed to really want him.

It was almost like having a sudden intimate awakening or an epiphany of some sort. Before, Cameron had never thought of himself as attractive, not as he was now. Men were supposed to be big and potent, whereas Cameron was small and only packed a angle muscular build at the very most. But apparently, there was an appeal to that, as evident by how Lord Remington tenderly caressed his firm consistence and cupped his modest butt cheeks.

Cameron went to kip after that. The very conceive that his boylike facial expression could be appealing to older men made him giddy, and he was only awakened by Lord Remington much later in the eventide when he told the boy that it was clip to go. And so, Cameron quickly dressed himself in the garments of a pageboy boy that was laid out for him, and hurried to play along God Almighty Remington to the awaiting carriage.

"I feel fine."Cameron finally said, smiling as he looked around him.

The inside of the stroller was orotund, probably the largest carriage Cameron had ever been in before. His home was a small and insignificant one compared to Divine Remington's ancient House, and so his Father never did tantalize around in project rig like this one, where there was a whole mattress that could fit four or five people easily to log Z's on.

"Do you like it ?"Lord Remington asked, noticing the youthful boy marveling at his carriage.

Cameron nodded."Yes. I've never been in one as gracious as this before."

Divine Remington laughed and set himself down on the mattress, patting the spot beside him to invite the young boy to sit next to him."Come on, you don't want to be standing when we start moving. It can get rather bumpy."

And so Cameron heeded the old Lord's warning and sat down beside him. But the moment he sat down next to Lord Remington, the old man put one arm around the youth, ruffling his short-circuit golden hairs as he inched closer to the boy.

"You know, you're going to feature to start out getting used to talking to people differently. You're not Duke Eveur anymore, you're a page named Cameron whose parents sold you into servitude under me. No last names, nothing about your past tense life."

Cameron looked up at the old Divine's dark oculus and nodded seriously. He knew that affair would be different from now on, and he wanted Lord Remington to know that he understood the implications of that.

"And that means you're going to bear to watch to lead off calling people by their appropriate deed of conveyance. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘ Yes, my Jehovah ’, or ‘ No, my noble ’. Understand ?"

"Oh."Cameron suddenly realized that he indeed wasn't a Lord anymore, and had no right hand to let the cat out of the bag to one in such a fooling style."O-Of row, my Lord."He bowed his head, breaking eye contact with Lord Remington."My apologies."

"Ah, there's no need for any of that now,"God Almighty Remington smiled."I was just letting you know so you'll understand how things have to be not to blow your cover from now on. When there are the great unwashed around, of grade you'll have to cover me as a Godhead, as all page son have to plow Dukes."He squeezed his arm around Cameron affectionately."But when we're alone together, little Leo, you can call me anything you'd like. number one names even."

Cameron smiled back at the sight of noble Remington's grinning. The new boy had almost forgotten this feeling, of what it felt like to have someone he could trust, a airless protagonist he knew wouldn't betray him and would keep back him safe.

Lord Remington's hand had come up to Cameron's cheek by now, and he was softly stroking the boy's smooth, milky skin as he gazed into his sapphire blue center. There was something in those eyes that Cameron saw, a want, a desire, and Cameron knew that it was he that the old Divine wanted. As if to let lord Remington know it was okay, Cameron smiled at him and nodded.

At once, the old man's eyes had closed, the total darkness educatee disappearing behind his lid, and he leaned forward. Cameron by now understood what was happening, and though he was nervous and didn't know much how to respond to the Lord's advances, decided to let Godhead Remington to have his way. It was the to the lowest degree he could do for his Christ and benefactor.

Both the old man's script held his face as their lips met, and Lord Remington's kiss became increasingly passionate as he attempted to storm his tongue into the boy's mouth. Cameron, meanwhile, who was totally inexperienced with such adult matters, merely sat still on the mattress, eyes wide loose. He did not know how to respond or react, or how to even kiss back.

After a few minute of this, Maker Remington finally broke apart from the osculation and opened his middle. Cameron was a fiddling stunned and perhaps overwhelmed by the passionate candy kiss still smiled invitingly, however, encouraging the older Lord that he was alright with it. After some thought, Lord Remington finally spoke again.

"Lay down and charter off your clothes."He instructed as he got to his metrical foot and unfastened his warp."We won't need it, not tonight."

Knowing what the Duke wanted, Cameron slipped off his new page's attire until he was left in only his undergarment, and then grinned as he made eye contact with the honest-to-god man as he slowly pulled it off to reveal his nudeness. Lord Remington had by now taken off his plaid shirt and lowered his trousers too, but the former Creator was ineffectual to take his eyes off the boy's bared consistency the intact time.

Cameron smirked a slight as he saw that nobleman Remington's erection was already at full attention. He was now suddenly finding himself quite enjoying the boyish appeal that he had on older men, and couldn't wait to see what he wanted from him.

"Lay back on the bed."Lord Remington said, and Cameron did as told.

He watched as Lord Remington got on the mattress, a hungry look on his face as Cameron laid sprawled out under him, looking up at the old Lord with a curious aspect and nervous grin. If the boy had to be honest, he was nervous, unsure of what was going to go on. And yet, when he looked up at the old man who towered over him on the bed, he knew it would all be alright.

"Just relax."He said again."You trust me, right ?"

Cameron looked up at him with his innocent patrician heart, sparkling and gleaming with all the trust of a child."Yes."

A gleeful grin came over Maker Remington's look as he straddled the vernal boy's dead body. Cameron simply laid back and let him grab his cut calves, raising them up to rest over his shoulders. This movement of his legs spread his belittled butt joint impudence opened slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a petty uncomfortable at first."noble Remington said, as one hand caressed Cameron's suave, slight thigh. His other hand was gripping the base of his erect cock as he took aim."But it'll tactile property good after you get used to it. I promise."

Immediately Cameron felt pressure against his anal opening as the old Lord pressed his tip against his modest hole. It was too tight, however, his opening move was too small for entry, and the young boy began to grimace ever so slightly as his sphincter muscle pushed back against the intruding object.

"Just relax."Lord Remington reminded."Don't engagement it."

"I ... I don't think it fits."Cameron said softly, grunting with every jab of Lord Remington's hip.

"It will if you let it. Just contain pushing back."

"I-I'm trying."

Several more hour passed with no achiever, and Cameron now found himself wincing as the old Jehovah pushed hard against his scuttle. The sharp pain against his rectum has now increased and was beginning to really bother the boy.

"It's starting to hurt."Cameron decided to speak up hesitantly, trying his best not to sound like a whiny kid.

Lord Remington, though, did not let up, and continued to crusade his penis head against Cameron's small hole."Just oblige on for a piece more, little Leo. It'll feel ripe soon."

Cameron let out a yip as the Duke thrusted his coxa forward hard, causing his tip to almost barely playground slide inside of him. There was no way they were going to get anywhere like this, but for some reason, the old Lord did look to be enjoying himself even if he were just rubbing his member against the boy's hairless and smooth hole.

"It just won't fit."Cameron tried to say again."You're too big."

He saw the facial expression on the old Duke's expression change, and for a second Cameron sentiment he had actually managed to win over master Remington to hold on trying to penetrate him. The insistence against anus eased up for a second, which gave Cameron some time to breathe. But in truth, Maker Remington was only taking this time to get a unspoilt hold on the boy to shove into him. Cameron felt the Duke's work force go to his shoulders, holding him in place, before thrusting his coxa forward in one intemperately push.

Cameron's eyes widened as he felt the erect shaft slip inside of him. He couldn't even yelp or scream, the boy was too surprised by the sudden entree and could only open his rima oris in a mute gasp.

Never before had he thought that a foreign target would enter his consistence sexually ; that happened only to cleaning lady, and the feeling of having something so intrusive lodged inside of him so suddenly felt like cipher he could describe.

The Duke seemed pleased however, smiling down at him and stroking his nerve as he muttered something about Cameron being really tight. Before long, noble Remington's hips had begun to move again, rocking back and forth as he drove his phallus in and out of Cameron.

Once again, the tactile sensation of the extraneous object inserted into his body sliding in and then out continuously was indescribable, and Cameron could only lay back on the bed, panting as Lord Remington had his way with him. It did not shoot very long for the old Almighty's thrusting to travel rapidly up suddenly, and before he knew it, master Remington had reached orgasm.

"Oh !"

Cameron felt string after drawstring of cum shoot inside of his anal canal, filling and flooding his small mess with grown come as the Duke pumped his entire consignment straight into the boy's butt. It felt ... warm, and intimate. Semen from inside of the old Lord had just been deposited direct inside of Cameron's own asshole, and as they remained there joined together as one for several instant in the aftermath of Lord Remington's orgasm, Cameron knew he had never felt closer to anyone before, not like this.

"Cameron ..."Lord Remington whispered as he pulled out of the boy, collapsing down on the bed next to him.

The blonde haired boy remained there on the bed, looking back at the old Duke as cum oozed out of his unfold anal possibility. He had just been used, taken like a toy by this man, and yet Cameron did not feel angry or ashamed. How could the boy be angry at Lord Remington, the only one he had left in this macrocosm ?

And so they lay together on the bed, naked and panting from their rather vigorous elbow grease. While the older lord slept soundly, glowing in his post orgasmic euphory, Cameron could not find a way to close his optic, to lay off the cerebration from racing in his mind. Was doing this right ? Letting the old Duke have his way with him like that ? He loved the old God Almighty now, of course, but did lord Remington tutelage for him the Saami way too ? Or was he just the man's plaything ?

Cameron eventually managed to stem the constant period of view in his mind, finding that seeing nobleman Remington so well-chosen was deserving it, and what they did wasn't so bad. And so, Cameron finally allowed himself to shut his centre and tramp off to sleep on the plush mattress bed while the pushchair continued traveling through the Nox .