“ Let the shamed step forward."

concatenation hung from Cameron's shackled wrist and articulatio talocruralis, clanging against each other as his physical structure trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blonde hair had been cropped to no Sir Thomas More than a crew cut style, and his apparel were muddied and shoot from his imprisonment. His face was also smudged with dirt and scrapes, which made his bright spicy eyes stand out much more.

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

Stepping out of the darkness and into the light of the courthouse, the young boy was immediately met with scoff and hiss from the bunch awaiting his sentencing. Oliver Stone were thrown his way, well-nigh pretermit, but some finding its sucker. A stone struck him square on the chest as he walked, knocking the air out of him, and another clipped his forehead as he tried to resume his approach path, sending the boy sprawling to the soil as a gash appeared on his temple.

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

Stumbling forward, Cameron groggily continued his feeler as stock trickled down onto his eyes, blinding his vision in one eye. Managing to shit it to the nerve center of the courtroom without being pelted by more than Lucy Stone, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his judges seated at the high table, Cameron felt a wave of desperation and hopelessness rushing over him. There was no way these men would go easy on him, even if he had committed no crimes.

"Creator Cameron Eveur,"magnate Edwin thundered with his bellowing voice."You have been found guilty of high treason and conspiring against your liege subject. The council has been gathered today to adjudicate on the appropriate punishment for you."

"I say we strip him of his lordship !"One of the football team Dukes under Rex Edwin sneered."menage Eveur is a little and relatively new business firm. It does not have the history of honest-to-goodness menage like ours and will not be missed. Strip him of his titles and concede it to another noble family."

"It is done."power Edwin's loud voice came."Creator Cameron Eveur, I hereby uncase you and your family of all of your titles and lands, and any provision that may do upon you through your formerly noble name."

safety 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 captors over the by month. The shirt that bore the sigil of family Eveur and his trousers that bore the baronial coloring material of his family unit were torn, stripped off the death surviving member of House Eveur. Left in only plain white undergarments, the young boy collapsed to his stifle in split and shame.

"star sign Eveur is no more."King Edwin declared."Let this be a warning to anyone who would presume think of raising their banner against their King."

"My Rex,"Another Duke chimed in."Raising banners against you is one thing, but the late 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 military action endanger our Kingdom, but also all the realm of Ellyria. If the fornicatress Empress is successful, C of geezerhood of independency and sovereignty would be destroyed ! The Eveur boy deserves punishment for his founder's dealings with that sorceress. Hang him or decapitate him, death is the only worthy punishment for treason."

The crew roared in favorable reception at that suggestion, and Cameron whimpered. Death was not something the young boy was set for. Not yet.

"This is a sentencing."The Riley B King said."Surely we have all gathered here today knowing that end is the punishment suitable for our Divine Eveur's criminal offense. The enquiry is, how should this boy die ?"

"A immediate death is too in force for the son of a traitor."One old Duke laughed."Feed him to the wolves and lions, or let the elephants trample him !"

"Or even better,"The fat Duke looked pleased."We could break little noble on the roulette wheel. I'm for sure many will enjoy hearing his brittle bones crack when we smash his pocket-sized body."

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

Hearing his pathetic shout for mercifulness, the crowd only cheered tawdry and became more frenetic. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the people nor the lords saw reason, and the only thing that would sate them was seeing the blood 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 tears flowed down his cheek as the shrewd and cunning Jehovah Remington cleared his throat.

"I think we should all calm down."Lord Remington was an honest-to-god gentleman's gentleman, thin out figured and cleanly shaven."We can not let dim rage obscure our vision, we must stay rational."

Cameron felt suddenly that there was just a tiny glimmering of hope for him now, and he listened expectantly to every give-and-take that left Godhead Remington's mouth.

"The crimes of his sire were fearsome, yes."overlord Remington continued to say. He had quite a lot of influence and was revered as smart man, so the other Dukes did also listen."But can we really fault a son for who his forefather was ?"

Some of the early Dukes began nodding in agreement."A son does not get to piece his father."

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

For as long as he had remembered, his father was the most upstanding and Lord man Cameron had ever known. The other lords respected him and came to him for advice, until the day he decided to ally himself with the adulteress Empress's vision for a united and single Ellyria. Ever since then, his begetter had only been talked about as a lewd man who fell for the loose woman Empress's unnatural charms. And normally, the slights and onset on his father would have made the Cy Young boy angry, but Cameron was too afraid now to sense anything but hopeful for his life.

"Lord Remington is wise and speaks the truth."baron Edwin noted."The boy is still vernal, and throwing his living away would be a dissipation. distinguish me boy, how old are you ?"

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

"Only thirteen."Rex Edwin mused."Lord Remington is flop, we will not kill you."He looked to the slenderize Duke and they exchanged nods."But at the Sami time, we can not simply leave subversiveness to get off lightly."

The large king hammered his fist onto the luxuriously table, shocking Cameron.

"With his lands and statute title stripped off him,"King Edwin bellowed."I proclaim you, Cameron, cast out from the realm of Osailia ! You must go into expatriation, no tenacious will you enjoy the hospitality of the Kingdom your kinfolk has betrayed. You will stray the state, with zip to your epithet and not a centime to save you from thirst or thirstiness. 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 story similar to the one he has been living as a Duke's only son, perhaps as a ward with another Lord or Count somewhere in the realm. But expat, expat was a death sentence, though it would just take longer, much much longer.

Guards grabbed at his weaponry and dragged the boy away as the court was dismissed. Cameron had been too much in shock to pay any particular 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 wagon train to be dropped off outside the Kingdom's borders, but was alone in mortal's private bedchamber.

Observing his surroundings, Cameron realized that this had to make been one of the courthouse's many fantasy accommodations, as the Dukes often had to gather for More than one day to deliberate on certain subject. His father used to do that, and had he not been stripped of his championship, Cameron would ingest done it too.

"Hello, slight Godhead Eveur. How do you feel ?"

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

"I-I feel fine, m-my Lord."Cameron managed a short bow."A-And I'm not a lord, not anymore."

He heard often in his family how Lord Remington was a cunning snake and not to be trusted, and had even heard rumors that it was he who betrayed his father during that final battle. Lord Eveur, his wife, and daughter had died that day, and with the uprising put down, the new Almighty, Cameron Eveur, was captured and imprisoned.

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

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

"Think not about it, my trade good boy. I did nothing but do what I thought was right."He extended a hand and beckoned Cameron to approach."seed, little Cameron. Let me take a good smell at you."

Hesitating for a indorse, Cameron decided that he should listen to the older man for now. Lord Remington did save his life after all. Stepping forward, Cameron stopped when he was standing just in front of the old man, a foundation away from his wooden bed physique. The offspring boy was still naked save for his unmentionable and his consistence still bore the bruises and scrapes from his captivity. On his heading, the gash had stopped bleeding but the bloodline was dried over, and so were the tears on his cheeks.

Standing there, Cameron let Lord Remington's handwriting confine his little bruise body as the older man looked closely at him.

"Oh, my boy. See how they have hurt you."His script caressed Cameron's face tenderly."Cameron ... Your male parent used to call you Leo. Can I yell you that ?"

It wasn't only his father ; all the servants and courtiers back in his castle had called him by that gens. They called him that because of how brave everyone would say he'd grow up to be, which was fitting of his House's sigil. Only those who had watched him arise up called him that, and it felt Wyrd hearing a alien call him that. Nevertheless, everyone he knew were all surely dead by now, and so Cameron nodded, giving the old man permit to call him by his childhood nickname.

"Little Leo,"Lord Remington continued to say, his hands suddenly beginning to drift around the Cy Young boy's bare torso, caressing each and every in of his smooth out skin."The King has ordered you into exile. I had tried to avail you escape expiry before, but it seems his highness was very driven to see you dead, which is something I can not allow to happen."

The old man's hands had drifted downward, now gently caressing Cameron's lower cover and abdomen.

"And that is why I have called you here, to tell you that I have made particular arrangements for you. Tonight, you leave the Kingdom of Osailia not bound and gagged in a train, but in my own royal carriage. I will be traveling to the land of Xeca for functionary occupation, you will travel there with me. There, you will accede into the service of House Darcy, one of the largest and most powerful duchies that region."

Cameron thought about that and frowned. It was estimable newsworthiness, of form, but the untried boy was now suspicious of good fortune."W-Will I be safe there ?"

"You will."Lord Remington's script hovered at the waistband of his undergarments as he smiled crookedly."Do not worry, I have made deals that will ensure your safety."

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

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

Before Cameron could even respond, Almighty Remington pulled down his undergarment, letting it drop down to his ankles. Now fully nude and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his lip exposed, unsure of what to do. The old man's eyes meanwhile had grown wide with lust and lechery, savoring each and every detail of Cameron's barely downy cock.

"You truly are something, aren't you ?"He muttered softly under his breath, as his script went around back to dig firmly on Cameron's mean round butt.

The boy nearly jumped in surprise when he felt those clammy old hand on his bare coffin nail, but he knew he couldn't stop God Almighty 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 skillful if a woman touched him in his buck private. But was it supposed to feel good too when a man touched him there ? doubt continued to overcast and lodge in the Brigham Young boy's mind, at least until Lord Remington's hands finally reached his genitalia.

Cameron let out a soft moan of pleasure as a perfumed superstar nipped at his member, and suddenly all the dubiety and doubts 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 Lord 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 chill of pleasure through the boy's body every time his fingerbreadth rubbed the glans."I can see that. Here, let me take it even better."

By now, Cameron's lilliputian penis had grown hard to its full phase of the moon length of barely five in, throbbing arduous with all the teenaged vigor only young men knew of. Leaning forward, Lord Remington opened his mouth and took the full length of Cameron's hard hammer into his oral fissure. It was a fond, wet, and slipshod feeling. The offspring boy didn't quite have intercourse how to discover it, but the tender tongue slurping against his barely teenager cock did sense quite good, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few proceedings of this, Cameron felt a weird sensation building at the base of his phallus, and as noble Remington suckled him while holding him ending and tight, Cameron felt the sense of disco biscuit erupt from his dick. It was a dry sexual climax, since Cameron did not yet produce semen. The boy shuddered in pleasure as his articulatio coxae began to instinctively thrust forward into the older man's mouth, moaning in delight as he did so.

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

Cameron felt a lilliputian embarrassed by this and felt his font bit red."Not yet, my Lord."

"That's okay, child."He said as a wicked smile spread across his melt off sass."But now, I think there's something you can do for me to ca-ca me feel really good."

Lord Remington pulled down his pant and revealed his own hard shaft. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a column inch bigger than Cameron's own. But unlike the Danton True Young boy's master Remington's phallus was a fully developed and adult hammer, which was both veiny and midst unlike Cameron's own. His orchis 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 Thomas More access to the throbbing cock."Suck it,"commanded Jehovah Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the peck of the old man's erect penis, the vernal boy knew that he really should do as the old God Almighty said if he really cared for his own well-being. After all, Jehovah Remington was the only cause Cameron was alive right now. If he displeased the older man in any way, Lord Remington could always withdraw his bread and butter for Cameron and the young boy would quickly find out his head on a pike.

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

Initially, learning to suck cock was infernal region for Cameron. He found himself gagging every fourth dimension the tip pressed against his throat, and he was also having difficultness coordinating his ventilation through the nozzle while a man's cock remained lodged firmly inside his rima oris. Luckily for him, however, Lord Remington was ho-hum to see red and kind plenty to take the young boy step by step through his first clip sucking a man's cock, until Cameron no longer felt as uncomfortable as before.

In just a few min, Cameron was expertly bobbing his heading up and down on Creator Remington's throbbing pecker, his new pink sass enveloping every inch of the old man's cock with its warm, wet buss. And before long, the old master soon began to become lost in pleasance and ecstasy as he began to thrust upward into Cameron's mouth, becoming increasingly more frantic with his thrusting until finally, the old man came.

Cameron had never tasted ejaculate before, let alone see it with his own two center. And yet without warning him, Lord Remington erupted into the profoundness of the boy's back talk. Thick, sticky ropes of cum came spurting up into his throat, causing the boy to reflexively overstretch away and begin coughing to try to get it all out.

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

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

"Next fourth dimension, try swallowing."The old Jehovah said as he put away his softening erection 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 smiling and merely nodded.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Lord Remington got to his feet.

"OK, time to get yourself cleaned up,"He ordered."I have new dress, fresh apparel all laid out for you in the shorts. Stay in this room and don't leave for any reasonableness until I come back to get you. I have some business to take care to before we leave."

And so, the former Lord Cameron Eveur, hold out of his dishonored theatre, watched the old Lord Remington leave. A Bath had been drawn for him, and as he stepped over to the bathroom and touched the water, he found that it was warm, just like it used to be before all of this happened.

The Danton True Young boy hadn't had a bathing tub in a whole month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the ardent water to wash all the scandal of his body. 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 land. Especially if he was going to be serving another theatre there.

Serving wasn't something that the former boy Lord was used to doing ; it was in fact he who'd have rafts of servants tending to him. But if it was what he'd birth to do to void dying a terrible death, then Cameron would study it.

••••••••••••

For the past month, Cameron had been kept in a constant commonwealth of uncertainness about his fate, as his captor had kept him in chains inside the depths of their dungeons. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his life every single day and never once stopped being scared. His Padre was dead, his dead physical structure paraded around, and his sisters were deflowered, raped and puzzle to last before his very eyes. Cameron remembered locking eyes with one of his baby as the men raped her, and he had been very certain that at that consequence, she was already deadened from the blunt strength trauma 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 world. The lonesome people that Cameron knew he could bank was his syndicate, and they were all gone. His retainer 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 lonesomeness and reverence was paralyzing.

But now, with the shrewd overlord Remington on his incline 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 face who he could put his religion in and cartel. And that was not something Cameron wanted to lose, not ever, no matter what the old Divine wanted him to do.

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

After Cameron had cleaned himself up while waiting in lord Remington's elbow room, he had taken a few minutes to look at himself naked in a mirror. He considered what Lord Remington had done to him, sucking on his privates, and how it had felt. And then he thought about how the old Maker, who could cause any of the most beautiful adult female in the kingdom if he so desired, was attracted to him and seemed to really desire him.

It was almost like having a sudden sexual waking up 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 strong, whereas Cameron was lowly and only packed a lean muscular anatomy at the very to the highest degree. But apparently, there was an appeal to that, as evident by how Lord Remington tenderly caressed his business firm body and cupped his small butt cheeks.

Cameron went to sleep after that. The very thought that his boylike expression could be appealing to older men made him giddy, and he was only awakened by Lord Remington much later in the even when he told the boy that it was time to go. And so, Cameron quickly dressed himself in the garments of a page boy that was laid out for him, and hurried to follow master Remington to the awaiting carriage.

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

The interior of the carriage was large, probably the heavy pushchair Cameron had ever been in before. His family was a minuscule and peanut one compared to God Almighty Remington's ancient House, and so his Fatherhood never did tease around in fancy carriages 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 young boy marveling at his carriage.

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

Lord Remington laughed and set himself down on the mattress, patting the spot beside him to invite the young boy to sit next to him."seed 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 second he sat down next to master Remington, the old man put one arm around the young, ruffling his unawares golden whisker as he inched closer to the boy.

"You know, you're going to have to set off getting used to talking to citizenry differently. You're not Duke Eveur anymore, you're a page named Cameron whose parents sold you into servitude under me. No hold up names, nothing about your preceding life."

Cameron looked up at the old Lord's sullen eyes and nodded seriously. He knew that things would be different from now on, and he wanted Lord Remington to have it off that he understood the implications of that.

"And that means you're going to have to learn to start calling people by their appropriate titles. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘ Yes, my Lord ’, or ‘ No, my master ’. Understand ?"

"Oh."Cameron suddenly realized that he indeed wasn't a Lord anymore, and had no right to talk to one in such a casual manner."O-Of form, my Lord."He bowed his head, breaking eye contact with Creator Remington."My apologies."

"Ah, there's no need for any of that now,"Lord Remington smiled."I was just letting you know so you'll understand how affair have to be not to blow your cover from now on. When there are people around, of grade you'll have to address me as a Creator, as all Sir Frederick Handley Page son have to address Dukes."He squeezed his arm around Cameron affectionately."But when we're alone together, fiddling Leo, you can call me anything you'd like. offset names even."

Cameron smiled back at the pile of Lord Remington's smile. The young boy had almost forgotten this tone, of what it felt like to give birth someone he could swear, a close friend he knew wouldn't betray him and would keep him safe.

Lord Remington's manus had come up to Cameron's cheek by now, and he was softly stroking the boy's smooth, whitish skin as he gazed into his sapphire blue sky middle. There was something in those eye that Cameron saw, a wishing, a desire, and Cameron knew that it was he that the old Lord wanted. As if to let Creator Remington know it was okay, Cameron smiled at him and nodded.

At once, the old man's eyes had closed, the black pupils disappearing behind his lid, and he leaned forward. Cameron by now translate what was happening, and though he was nervous and didn't know much how to reply to the Maker's advances, decided to leave Lord Remington to consume his way. It was the least he could do for his savior and benefactor.

Both the old man's hands held his brass as their sass met, and master Remington's kiss became increasingly passionate as he attempted to thrust his tongue into the boy's mouth. Cameron, meanwhile, who was totally inexperienced with such adult topic, merely sat still on the mattress, eyes wide of the mark open. He did not know how to respond or react, or how to even snog back.

After a few moments of this, Lord Remington finally broke apart from the buss and opened his optic. Cameron was a lilliputian stunned and perhaps overwhelmed by the passionate kiss still smiled invitingly, however, encouraging the elder noble that he was alright with it. After some sentiment, lord Remington finally spoke again.

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

Knowing what the Duke wanted, Cameron slipped off his new pageboy's attire until he was left in only his undergarment, and then grinned as he made eye contact lens with the quondam man as he slowly pulled it off to reveal his nudity. Lord Remington had by now taken off his plaid shirt and lowered his trousers too, but the older Jehovah was unable to assume his eyes off the boy's bared body the entire time.

Cameron smirked a little as he saw that Lord Remington's erection was already at full tending. He was now suddenly finding himself quite enjoying the boyish entreaty that he had on older men, and couldn't delay to see what he wanted from him.

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

He watched as Godhead Remington got on the mattress, a hungry looking on his expression as Cameron laid sprawled out under him, looking up at the old Lord with a funny feel and neural grin. If the boy had to be honest, he was unquiet, 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 sinless blue eyes, sparkling and gleaming with all the trust of a tike."Yes."

A joyful grin came over Lord Remington's fount as he straddled the young boy's torso. Cameron simply laid back and let him catch his slender calves, raising them up to rest over his shoulder. This movement of his legs spread his modest keister cheeks open slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a little uncomfortable at first."Lord Remington said, as one script caressed Cameron's smooth out, slim thigh. His other paw 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 imperativeness against his anal initiative as the old nobleman pressed his tip against his small gob. It was too compressed, however, his initiative was too small for entry, and the young boy began to grimace ever so slightly as his sphincter pushed back against the intruding object.

"Just relax."Maker Remington reminded."Don't fighting it."

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

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

"I-I'm trying."

Several more arcminute passed with no success, and Cameron now found himself wincing as the old Lord pushed hard against his opening. The knifelike pain in the neck against his rectum has now increased and was beginning to really irritate the boy.

"It's starting to hurt."Cameron decided to speak up hesitantly, trying his Charles Herbert Best not to vocalize like a whiny kid.

Lord Remington, though, did not let up, and continued to compact his penis head against Cameron's small golf hole."Just take on for a while more, petty Leo. It'll smell good soon."

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

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

He saw the expression on the old Duke's face change, and for a s Cameron thought he had actually managed to win over Lord Remington to stop trying to get through him. The atmospheric pressure against anus eased up for a second, which gave Cameron some time to respire. But in truth, Almighty Remington was only taking this time to get a meliorate hold on the boy to thrust into him. Cameron felt the Duke's manpower go to his shoulders, holding him in place, before thrusting his hips forward in one concentrated push.

Cameron's optic widened as he felt the erect shaft parapraxis inside of him. He couldn't even yelp or scream, the boy was too surprised by the sudden entry and could only open his lip in a silent gasp.

Never before had he thought that a foreign object would enter his body sexually ; that happened only to fair sex, and the touch sensation of having something so intrusive lodged inside of him so suddenly felt like aught he could describe.

The Duke seemed pleased however, smiling down at him and stroking his cheek as he muttered something about Cameron being really tight. Before long, Lord Remington's pelvic girdle had begun to motivate again, rocking back and Forth River as he drove his penis in and out of Cameron.

Once again, the intuitive feeling of the strange target 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 look at very long for the old Lord's thrusting to speed up suddenly, and before he knew it, Lord Remington had reached orgasm.

"Oh !"

Cameron felt string after twine of cum shoot interior of his anal canal, filling and flooding his humble cakehole with big semen as the Duke pumped his intact load straight into the boy's derriere. It felt ... warm, and intimate. Semen from inside of the old Creator had just been deposited straight interior of Cameron's own asshole, and as they remained there joined together as one for respective moments in the aftermath of Jehovah Remington's sexual climax, Cameron knew he had never felt closer to anyone before, not like this.

"Cameron ..."Maker 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 stretched anal opening. He had just been used, taken like a toy by this man, and yet Cameron did not palpate angry or ashamed. How could the boy be raging at Divine Remington, the only one he had left in this world ?

And so they lay together on the bed, naked and panting from their rather vigorous exertions. While the old Lord slept soundly, glowing in his post orgasmic euphory, Cameron could not find a way to close his eyes, to arrest the mentation from racing in his head. Was doing this rightfulness ? Letting the old Duke accept his way with him like that ? He loved the old noble now, of course, but did Creator Remington care for him the same way too ? Or was he just the man's plaything ?

Cameron eventually managed to stem the unceasing flow of thoughts in his judgment, finding that seeing Jehovah Remington so happy was worth it, and what they did wasn't so bad. And so, Cameron finally allowed himself to close his eyes and drift off to kip on the plush mattress bed while the perambulator continued traveling through the night .