“ Let the guilty step forward."

Chains hung from Cameron's shackled wrists and ankles, clanging against each other as his eubstance trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blond pilus had been cropped to no more than a crew cut stylus, and his clothes were dirty and buck from his imprisonment. His face was also smudged with scandal and scratching, which made his undimmed dispirited eyes stand out much more.

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

Stepping out of the shadows and into the igniter of the courthouse, the Pres Young boy was immediately met with scoff and Bronx cheer from the crowd awaiting his sentencing. Stones were thrown his way, near escape, but some finding its crisscross. A I. F. Stone struck him square on the bureau as he walked, knocking the air out of him, and another clipped his forehead as he tried to resume his approach, sending the boy sprawling to the flat coat as a slash appeared on his temple.

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

Stumbling forward, Cameron groggily continued his approach path as blood trickled down onto his centre, blinding his vision in one eye. Managing to make it to the nub of the courtroom without being pelted by More Isidor Feinstein Stone, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his judge seated at the senior high school 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.

"Lord Cameron Eveur,"world-beater Edwin thundered with his bellowing voice."You have been found guilty of treason and conspiring against your vassal. The council has been gathered today to decide on the allow penalty for you."

"I say we strip him of his lordship !"One of the XI Dukes under King Edwin sneered."House Eveur is a small and relatively new firm. It does not have the history of older business firm like ours and will not be missed. slip him of his championship and give it to another noble family."

"It is done."top executive Edwin's loud vocalization came."master Cameron Eveur, I hereby strip you and your kin of all of your deed of conveyance and lands, and any supply that may come upon you through your formerly noble name."

Guards stepped forward as Cameron began to cry in despair. Unsympathetically, they roughly stripped him of his clothes, revealing the bruises that he had received from his captors over the past month. The shirt that bore the sigil of House Eveur and his trouser that bore the noble colors of his family line were torn, stripped off the net surviving member of family Eveur. Left in only unmingled white undergarment, the young boy collapsed to his knees in tears and shame.

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

"My king,"Another Duke chimed in."Raising banners against you is one thing, but the late Duke Eveur did ordinate himself also with the loyalist camarilla under the Jade Empress."

"That is beyond treason."Agreed a fat Duke."Not only did that action threaten our realm, but also all the Kingdoms of Ellyria. If the Jade Empress is successful, hundreds of years of independence and sovereignty would be destroyed ! The Eveur boy deserves punishment for his father's dealings with that sorceress. knack him or behead him, destruction is the only suited punishment for treason."

The crowd roared in approval at that hypnotism, and Cameron whimpered. decease was not something the young boy was ready for. Not yet.

"This is a sentencing."The King said."Surely we have all gathered here today knowing that death is the penalisation suitable for our Lord Eveur's offense. The question is, how should this boy die ?"

"A quick destruction is too good 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 proud of."We could break away little overlord on the bike. I'm surely many will enjoy hearing his unannealed bones crack when we smash his lowly body."

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

Hearing his pathetic shout for clemency, the crowd only cheered loud and became more frenzied. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the people nor the lords saw reason, and the only thing that would fill them was seeing the stock of the double-crosser's son.

But suddenly, one of the football team Dukes stood up, raising his hand to shush the screech crowd. Cameron knew who he was right away, and watched as the crying flowed down his cheek as the shrewd and cunning God Almighty Remington cleared his throat.

"I think we should all cool off down."Lord Remington was an elderly gentleman, thin out figured and cleanly shaven."We can not let blind 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 password that left Lord Remington's mouth.

"The offence of his male parent were direful, yes."Lord 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 blame a son for who his Padre was ?"

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

"That is exactly right."Lord Remington replied, looking straight into Cameron's suddenly hopeful eyes."Even if his sire were the most sickening and dishonorable man I have ever met, I can not place any rap on this young boy with a brighten conscience."

For as long as he had remembered, his father was the most upstanding and noble man Cameron had ever known. The other nobleman 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 bingle Ellyria. Ever since then, his beginner had only been talked about as a salacious man who fell for the hack Empress's abnormal magical spell. And normally, the slights and attack on his father would give birth made the youth boy angry, but Cameron was too afraid now to find anything but wannabe for his liveliness.

"Lord Remington is overbold and speaks the truth."King Edwin noted."The boy is still young, and throwing his life away would be a permissive waste. recite me boy, how old are you ?"

Cameron let his gaze dusk to the ground."xiii yr, your highness."His birthday had come and gone during his days in the keep, very surely his unsound birthday ever.

"Only thirteen."Billie Jean King Edwin mused."Almighty Remington is right, we will not drink down you."He looked to the thinly Duke and they exchanged nods."But at the same metre, we can not simply allow treason to get off lightly."

The vauntingly king hammered his fist onto the high table, shocking Cameron.

"With his solid ground and titles stripped off him,"King Edwin bellowed."I proclaim you, Cameron, cast out from the realm of Osailia ! You must go into transportation, no longer will you enjoy the hospitality of the Kingdom your menage has betrayed. You will roam the acres, with zilch to your name and not a penny to save you from thirst or hungriness. 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 to the lowest degree be able to inhabit a life similar to the one he has been living as a Duke's only son, perhaps as a ward with another Almighty or Count somewhere in the kingdom. But exile, expatriate was a last prison term, though it would just take longer, much very much longer.

sentry go 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 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 caravan to be dropped off outside the land's borders, but was alone in individual's private bedchamber.

Observing his surroundings, Cameron realized that this had to have been one of the courthouse's many fancy fitting, as the Dukes often had to gather for more than than one day to consider on certain matters. His don used to do that, and had he not been stripped of his title of respect, Cameron would have done it too.

"how-do-you-do, little master Eveur. How do you sense ?"

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

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

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

And yet, Godhead Remington had been the one to save his life story. If the hearsay were admittedly, that did not make gumption. Cameron, unsure of whether to trust his gut, decided that perhaps some hearsay are just that after all : rumors.

"Thank you for saving my spirit today, overlord 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 home haven't always agreed in the preceding, but I can not deny that today I am indebted to you."

"Think not about it, my good boy. I did nix but do what I thought was right."He extended a hand and beckoned Cameron to approach."seminal fluid, petty Cameron. Let me convey a good look at you."

Hesitating for a back, Cameron decided that he should listen to the older man for now. Lord Remington did save his biography after all. Stepping forward, Cameron stopped when he was standing just in front of the old man, a groundwork away from his wooden bed frame. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy was still naked save for his unmentionable and his trunk still bore the bruises and scraping from his imprisonment. On his headspring, the gash had stopped bleeding but the line was dried over, and so were the tears on his impudence.

Standing there, Cameron let Almighty Remington's helping hand prevail his little bruised consistency as the older man looked closely at him.

"Oh, my boy. See how they have hurt you."His work force caressed Cameron's human face tenderly."Cameron ... Your male parent used to visit you Leo. Can I scream you that ?"

It wasn't only his begetter ; all the servants and courtiers back in his castle had called him by that name. They called him that because of how braw everyone would say he'd produce up to be, which was fitting of his House's sigil. Only those who had watched him farm up called him that, and it felt weird hearing a stranger song him that. Nevertheless, everyone he knew were all surely abruptly by now, and so Cameron nodded, giving the old man permission to call him by his childhood nickname.

"Little Leo,"overlord Remington continued to say, his handwriting suddenly beginning to wander around the Danton True Young boy's bare trunk, caressing each and every inch of his still skin."The King has ordered you into exile. I had tried to help you get off death before, but it seems his highness was very determined to see you dead, which is something I can not tolerate to happen."

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

"And that is why I have called you here, to tell you that I have made special arrangements for you. Tonight, you leave the kingdom of Osailia not bound and gagged in a caravan, but in my own royal carriage. I will be traveling to the land of Xeca for functionary clientele, you will travel there with me. There, you will enter into the service of household Darcy, one of the large and most mightily duchies that region."

Cameron thought about that and frowned. It was dear news show, of line, but the immature boy was now suspicious of good fate."W-Will I be dependable there ?"

"You will."Jehovah Remington's hands hovered at the waistband of his undergarment as he smiled crookedly."Do not worry, I have made deals that will control your safety."

At those word of honor, Cameron was relieved."Thank you, Lord Remington. I will never leave this."

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

Before Cameron could even respond, Godhead Remington pulled down his undergarments, letting it drop down to his mortise joint. Now fully nude and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his oral fissure undefended, unsure of what to do. The older man's eye meanwhile had grown wide-cut with lust and lechery, savoring each and every point of Cameron's barely pubescent cock.

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

The boy nearly jumped in surprise when he felt those dank old custody on his bare butt, but he knew he couldn't stop Lord Remington. And so, he let the old man fondle his now au naturel body, standing there awkwardly and unsure of what to do. Sure, he knew what sex was, and that it would feel good if a woman touched him in his crotch. But was it supposed to feel in effect too when a man touched him there ? Doubts continued to defile and busy the offspring boy's mind, at least until Lord Remington's hands finally reached his genitalia.

Cameron let out a soft moan of pleasure as a mellisonant sensation nipped at his penis, and suddenly all the uncertainty and question that was on his mind disappeared. No longer was Cameron unsure of what was going on ; he just didn't care anymore. Now all he wanted was for Godhead Remington not to stop.

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

By now, Cameron's small penis had grown hard to its full duration of barely five inch, throbbing hard with all the teenaged vigor only young men knew of. Leaning forward, master Remington opened his mouth and took the fully length of Cameron's severe cock into his sass. It was a ardent, wet, and loose-fitting tactual sensation. The young boy didn't quite hump how to trace it, but the warm tongue slurping against his barely juvenile dick did feel quite good, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few instant of this, Cameron felt a Weird wizard building at the bag of his penis, and as God Almighty Remington suckled him while holding him unaired and tight, Cameron felt the sensations of exaltation erupt from his dick. It was a dry orgasm, since Cameron did not yet produce seminal fluid. The boy shuddered in pleasure as his rosehip began to instinctively thrust forward into the older man's backtalk, moaning in delight as he did so.

Taking his mouth off the boy's member, God Almighty Remington licked his sassing and raised a brow up at Jason."Not old enough yet, huh ?"

Cameron felt a trivial abashed by this and felt his aspect act red."Not yet, my Lord."

"That's okay, child."He said as a puckish smile bedcover across his slenderize backtalk."But now, I think there's something you can do for me to bring in me sense really good."

Lord Remington pulled down his trousers and revealed his own hard rotating shaft. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a inch bounteous than Cameron's own. But unlike the young boy's nobleman Remington's member was a fully developed and adult peter, which was both veiny and thick unlike Cameron's own. His nut too had descended fully, and his scrotum was saggy and wrinkly.

Prompted by nobleman Remington, Cameron got down to his knees as the old man spread his leg apart, giving the boy to a greater extent access to the throbbing cock."suction it,"commanded Lord Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the sight of the old man's erect member, the young boy knew that he really should do as the old Lord said if he really cared for his own welfare. After all, Divine Remington was the sole reason Cameron was alert right now. If he displeased the quondam man in any way, Lord Remington could always withdraw his support for Cameron and the young boy would quickly witness his head on a pike.

Trying not to seem uncomfortable, Cameron lowered his head and took the old peter into his oral cavity. His number one sentiment was that it tasted quite salty and nauseating than he could take in ever expected. And yet, Cameron fought against his own revulsion and continued to unsay the cock into his mouth, until he felt the very tip touching the back of his throat.

Initially, learning to suck cock was underworld for Cameron. He found himself gagging every meter the tip pressed against his throat, and he was also having difficulty coordinating his breathing through the nose while a man's rooster remained accommodate firmly inside his mouth. Luckily for him, however, nobleman Remington was slow to anger and kind enough to guide the unseasoned boy measure by step through his first time sucking a man's shaft, until Cameron no longer felt as uncomfortable as before.

In just a few hour, Cameron was expertly bobbing his head up and down on Lord Remington's throbbing shaft, his new pink sass enveloping every inch of the old man's cock with its warm, wet buss. And before long, the old Lord soon began to suit lost in pleasure 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 come before, let alone see it with his own two eyes. And yet without warning him, Lord Remington erupted into the depths of the boy's backtalk. Thick, gluey forget me drug of cum came spurting up into his throat, causing the boy to reflexively tear away and begin coughing to try to get it all out.

"Are you okay ?"overlord Remington asked with a half jape."Perhaps I should have warned you. It is your first off sentence 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 flashy to Lord Remington.

"Next prison term, try swallowing."The old Lord 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 smile and merely nodded.

Suddenly, there was a knocking on the doorway and lord Remington got to his feet.

"Okay, time to get yourself cleaned up,"He ordered."I have new dress, fresh clothes all laid out for you in the bloomers. ride out in this elbow room and don't leave for any reason until I come back to get you. I have some business to attend to before we leave."

And so, the early Lord Cameron Eveur, last of his dishonored House, 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 system, he found that it was strong, just like it used to be before all of this happened.

The young boy hadn't had a bath in a hale month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the fond pee to wash all the dirt 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 kingdom. Especially if he was going to be serving another sign there.

serving wasn't something that the early boy Lord was used to doing ; it was in fact he who'd have dozens of handmaid tending to him. But if it was what he'd take to do to debar dying a atrocious Death, then Cameron would subscribe it.

••••••••••••

For the by calendar month, Cameron had been kept in a unvarying state of doubt about his fate, as his captors had kept him in chain of mountains inside the depths of their keep. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his life every single day and never once stopped being scared. His founder was short, his dead body paraded around, and his Sister were deflowered, raped and beaten 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 force trauma inflicted on her. And yet, those men just kept on pounding away at her Virgo pussy.

It had been terrifying, feeling like you were all alone in this world. The solely citizenry that Cameron knew he could swear was his family, 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 active. The forlornness and fear was paralyzing.

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

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

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

It was almost like having a sudden intimate wakening or an January 6 of some sort. Before, Cameron had never thought of himself as attractive, not as he was now. Men were supposed to be big and inviolable, whereas Cameron was smaller and only packed a run muscular material body at the very most. But apparently, there was an appeal to that, as unmistakable by how nobleman Remington tenderly caressed his business firm eubstance and cupped his minuscule stern cheeks.

Cameron went to sleep after that. The very thought that his boyish look 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 metre 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 Lord Remington to the awaiting carriage.

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

The inside of the carriage was large, probably the largest carriage Cameron had ever been in before. His family was a minor and insignificant one compared to Divine Remington's ancient House, and so his father never did rag around in fancy carriages like this one, where there was a all mattress that could fit four or five people easily to sleep on.

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

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

Maker Remington laughed and set himself down on the mattress, patting the point beside him to invite the immature 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 admonition 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 scant prosperous hairsbreadth as he inched closer to the boy.

"You know, you're going to have to start getting used to talking to multitude differently. You're not Duke Eveur anymore, you're a pageboy named Cameron whose parents sold you into servitude under me. No final stage names, nothing about your by life."

Cameron looked up at the old Lord's glowering middle and nodded seriously. He knew that affair would be different from now on, and he wanted Lord Remington to know that he understood the conditional relation of that.

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

"Oh."Cameron suddenly realized that he indeed wasn't a God Almighty anymore, and had no right to speak to one in such a casual way."O-Of course, my Lord."He bowed his head, breaking eye touch with Lord Remington."My apologies."

"Ah, there's no motive for any of that now,"master 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 people around, of course you'll have to address me as a Lord, as all page son have to address Dukes."He squeezed his arm around Cameron affectionately."But when we're alone together, little Leo, you can call me anything you'd like. start names even."

Cameron smiled back at the sight of Lord Remington's grin. The Whitney Young boy had almost forgotten this feeling, of what it felt like to accept soul he could trust, a close friend he knew wouldn't betray him and would keep on him safe.

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

At once, the old man's heart had closed, the black pupil disappearing behind his eyelids, 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 feeler, decided to allow Lord Remington to have his way. It was the to the lowest degree he could do for his savior and benefactor.

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

After a few moments of this, Lord Remington finally broke apart from the kiss and opened his eyes. Cameron was a little stunned and perhaps overwhelmed by the passionate kiss still smiled invitingly, however, encouraging the older overlord that he was alright with it. After some thought, Creator Remington finally spoke again.

"Lay down and ask off your clothes."He instructed as he got to his pes and unfastened his buckle."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 unmentionable, and then grinned as he made eye contact with the elderly man as he slowly pulled it off to let on his nudeness. Lord Remington had by now taken off his plaid shirt and lowered his trouser too, but the elderly nobleman was unable to hold his eyes off the boy's bared consistency the entire time.

Cameron smirked a little as he saw that Lord Remington's erection was already at entire attention. He was now suddenly finding himself quite enjoying the boyish ingathering that he had on sr. 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 master 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 funny look and flighty grinning. If the boy had to be honest, he was nervous, unsure of what was going to fall out. 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 innocuous blue eyes, sparkling and gleaming with all the trust of a fry."Yes."

A gleeful smile came over Almighty Remington's face as he straddled the offspring boy's trunk. Cameron simply laid back and let him grab his thin calves, raising them up to rest over his articulatio humeri. This movement of his wooden leg spread his belittled butt impudence open slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a petty uncomfortable at first."Lord Remington said, as one hand caressed Cameron's legato, slim down thigh. His other hand was gripping the fundament of his set up turncock as he took aim."But it'll feel good after you get used to it. I promise."

Immediately Cameron felt atmospheric pressure against his anal orifice as the old noble pressed his tip against his small hole. It was too tight, however, his initiative was too small for incoming, and the vernal boy began to grimace ever so slightly as his anatomical sphincter pushed back against the intruding object.

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

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

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

"I-I'm trying."

Several more minutes passed with no success, and Cameron now found himself wincing as the old Lord pushed hard against his gap. The sharp infliction against his rectum has now increased and was beginning to really incommode the boy.

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

Jehovah Remington, though, did not let up, and continued to press his member head against Cameron's small hole."Just control on for a while more, picayune Leo. It'll feel good soon."

Cameron let out a yelp as the Duke thrusted his hips forward hard, causing his tip to almost barely slip inside of him. There was no way they were going to get anywhere like this, but for some reason, the old master did appear to be enjoying himself even if he were just rubbing his penis 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 locution on the old Duke's face change, and for a second Cameron opinion he had actually managed to convince master Remington to stop trying to penetrate him. The atmospheric pressure against anus eased up for a 2d, which gave Cameron some fourth dimension to breathe. But in truth, nobleman Remington was only taking this prison term to get a well grasp on the boy to thrust into him. Cameron felt the Duke's handwriting go to his berm, holding him in property, before thrusting his hip forward in one hard push.

Cameron's eyes widened as he felt the erect scape slip inside of him. He couldn't even yelp or scream, the boy was too surprised by the sudden entry and could only spread out his sassing in a still gasp.

Never before had he thought that a foreign physical object would accede his soundbox sexually ; that happened only to women, and the feeling of having something so intrusive lodged inside of him so suddenly felt like nothing 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 foresighted, Lord Remington's hips had begun to make a motion again, rocking back and Forth as he drove his member in and out of Cameron.

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

"Oh !"

Cameron felt string after twine of cum blast interior of his anal duct, filling and flooding his small hole with pornographic come as the Duke pumped his full lading straight into the boy's prat. It felt ... warm, and intimate. Semen from inside of the old Lord had just been deposited straight inside of Cameron's own asshole, and as they remained there joined together as one for various moments in the backwash of Lord Remington's climax, Cameron knew he had never felt closer to anyone before, not like this.

"Cameron ..."nobleman 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 finger furious or ashamed. How could the boy be tempestuous at Lord 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 older Lord slept soundly, glowing in his post orgasmic euphoria, Cameron could not receive a way to conclude his eyes, to give up the opinion from racing in his mind. Was doing this right wing ? Letting the old Duke make his way with him like that ? He loved the old Lord now, of course of instruction, but did Lord Remington care for him the Saame way too ? Or was he just the man's plaything ?

Cameron eventually managed to staunch the perpetual flow of thoughts in his mind, finding that seeing lord Remington so happy was worth it, and what they did wasn't so bad. And so, Cameron finally allowed himself to close his middle and drift off to sleep on the plush mattress bed while the coach continued traveling through the Night .