“ Let the hangdog step forward."

string hung from Cameron's shackled wrists and ankle joint, clanging against each other as his body trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blonde hair had been cropped to no more than a work party cut style, and his clothes were cheating and torn from his imprisonment. His face was also smudged with dirt and abrasion, which made his bright blue center stand out much more.

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

Stepping out of the tincture and into the luminousness of the courthouse, the Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy was immediately met with scoffing and boos from the crowd awaiting his sentencing. gemstone were thrown his way, near drop, but some finding its mark. 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 re-start his glide slope, sending the boy sprawling to the soil as a gash appeared on his temple.

"Get up !"A safety device yelled, yanking him up to his fundament mercilessly and shoving him forward before Cameron had properly regained his Libra the Balance."Your King awaits you !"

Stumbling forward, Cameron groggily continued his approach as blood trickled down onto his eyes, blinding his vision in one eye. Managing to get it to the center of the courtroom without being pelted by more stones, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his Judges seated at the high table, Cameron felt a waving of despair and hopelessness haste over him. There was no way these men would go easygoing on him, even if he had committed no crimes.

"Creator Cameron Eveur,"Martin Luther King Edwin thundered with his bellowing vocalisation."You have been found guilty of treachery and conspiring against your liege lord. The council has been gathered today to decide on the seize penalisation for you."

"I say we strip him of his lordship !"One of the eleven Dukes under queen Edwin sneered."firm Eveur is a little and relatively new house. It does not feature the history of former houses like ours and will not be missed. Strip him of his titles and deed over it to another imposing family."

"It is done."Billie Jean King Edwin's loud voice came."Lord Cameron Eveur, I hereby strip you and your syndicate of all of your titles and earth, and any planning that may come up upon you through your formerly noble name."

guard stepped forward as Cameron began to cry in desperation. Unsympathetically, they roughly stripped him of his apparel, revealing the bruise that he had received from his capturer over the past tense month. The shirt that bore the sigil of household Eveur and his pant that bore the nobleman colors of his family were torn, stripped off the last surviving member of sign Eveur. Left in only plain gabardine undergarments, the young boy collapsed to his knees in weeping and shame.

"business firm Eveur is no more."tycoon Edwin declared."Let this be a warning to anyone who would dare think of raising their banner against their King."

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

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

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

"This is a sentencing."The male monarch said."Surely we have all gathered here today knowing that decease is the punishment suitable for our Divine Eveur's crimes. The dubiousness is, how should this boy die ?"

"A quick decease is too good for the son of a traitor."One old Duke laughed."Feed him to the wolves and king of beasts, or let the elephants trample him !"

"Or even better,"The fat Duke looked pleased."We could break slight nobleman on the bike. I'm sure many will love hearing his brittle castanets crack when we smash his small body."

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

auditory sense his ridiculous cries for clemency, the bunch only cheered trashy and became more frenzied. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the people nor the noble saw reason, and the but thing that would fill them was seeing the blood of the double-dealer's son.

But suddenly, one of the xi Dukes stood up, raising his hand to shush the scream crew. Cameron knew who he was right away, and watched as the tears flowed down his cheek as the shrewd and guile Lord Remington cleared his throat.

"I think we should all calm down."Lord Remington was an Old gentleman, thin figured and cleanly shaven."We can not let blind rage veil our vision, we must detain rational."

Cameron felt suddenly that there was just a tiny glimmering of Bob Hope for him now, and he listened expectantly to every tidings that left Lord Remington's mouth.

"The crimes of his father were horrendous, yes."overlord Remington continued to say. He had quite a lot of influence and was revered as fresh man, so the former Dukes did also listen."But can we really charge a son for who his father was ?"

Some of the other Dukes began nodding in arrangement."A son does not get to pick his father."

"That is exactly right."God Almighty Remington replied, looking straight into Cameron's suddenly hopeful eyes."Even if his father were the most vile and dishonorable man I have ever met, I can not place any blame on this vernal boy with a enlighten conscience."

For as long as he had remembered, his beginner was the most upstanding and noble man Cameron had ever known. The other Almighty 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 I Ellyria. Ever since then, his father had only been talked about as a lewd man who fell for the adulteress Empress's abnormal charms. And normally, the slights and attacks on his father would have made the Lester Willis Young boy angry, but Cameron was too afraid now to feel anything but hopeful for his life.

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

Cameron let his regard twilight to the dry land."long dozen geezerhood, your highness."His birthday had come and gone during his daytime in the dungeon, very surely his worst natal day ever.

"Only thirteen."King Edwin mused."Lord Remington is properly, we will not toss off you."He looked to the thin Duke and they exchanged nods."But at the same sentence, we can not simply allow perfidy to get off lightly."

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

"With his lands and claim stripped off him,"King Edwin bellowed."I proclaim you, Cameron, cast out from the kingdom of Osailia ! You must go into exile, no farseeing will you savor the hospitality of the Kingdom your family has betrayed. You will roam the land, with nothing to your name and not a cent to deliver 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 untested boy thought that he would at least be able to go a biography similar to the one he has been living as a Duke's only son, perhaps as a ward with another master or tally somewhere in the realm. But exile, expatriation was a death judgment of conviction, though it would just take longer, much much longer.

Guards grabbed at his arms and dragged the boy away as the court was dismissed. Cameron had been too much in impact to pay any particular care to anything, and everything around him seemed to go by in a fuzz. Soon however, Cameron quickly realized that he had not yet been dragged off in a caravan to be dropped off outside the Kingdom's borders, but was alone in someone's private sleeping accommodation.

Observing his milieu, Cameron realized that this had to have been one of the courthouse's many envision accommodations, as the Dukes often had to gather for More than one day to consider on certain matters. His forefather used to do that, and had he not been stripped of his titles, Cameron would have done it too.

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

The threshold to the bedchamber opened and then closed behind the boy, startling him. Lord Remington entered the way and had on a grin that spread across his thin lips.

"I-I smell amercement, m-my Lord."Cameron managed a shortly bow."A-And I'm not a Almighty, not anymore."

He heard often in his household how Lord Remington was a sly snake and not to be trusted, and had even heard hearsay that it was he who betrayed his Father of the Church during that final battle. Divine Eveur, his wife, and daughter had died that day, and with the uprising put down, the new lord, Cameron Eveur, was captured and imprisoned.

And yet, noble Remington had been the one to economise his life history. If the rumors were true up, that did not make sense. Cameron, unsure of whether to bank his gut, decided that perhaps some hearsay are just that after all : rumors.

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

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

Hesitating for a mo, Cameron decided that he should hear to the older man for now. Lord Remington did save his life after all. Stepping forward, Cameron stopped when he was standing just in figurehead of the old man, a foot away from his wooden bed systema skeletale. The young boy was still naked save for his undergarments and his soundbox still bore the bruises and mark from his imprisonment. On his head, the gash had stopped bleeding but the pedigree was dried over, and so were the tears on his nerve.

Standing there, Cameron let Lord Remington's deal hold his small bruised soundbox as the older man looked closely at him.

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

It wasn't only his sire ; all the servants and courtiers back in his castling had called him by that name. They called him that because of how weather everyone would say he'd grow 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 shout him that. Nevertheless, everyone he knew were all surely dead by now, and so Cameron nodded, giving the old man permit to name him by his childhood nickname.

"Little Leo,"Lord Remington continued to say, his bridge player suddenly beginning to wander around the young boy's bare trunk, caressing each and every inch of his bland skin."The King has ordered you into exile. I had tried to facilitate you escape death before, but it seems his highness was very determined to see you absolutely, which is something I can not allow to happen."

The old man's hand had drifted downward, now gently caressing Cameron's grim dorsum and abdomen.

"And that is why I have called you here, to assure you that I have made limited arrangements for you. Tonight, you leave the realm of Osailia not bound and gagged in a caravan, but in my own royal stag baby buggy. I will be traveling to the kingdom of Xeca for official business, you will travel there with me. There, you will embark into the overhaul of home Darcy, one of the with child and most hefty duchies that region."

Cameron thought about that and frowned. It was good news, of path, but the Edward Young boy was now wary of good lot."W-Will I be safe there ?"

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

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

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

Before Cameron could even respond, Lord Remington pulled down his undergarments, letting it dismiss down to his ankles. Now fully nude and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his oral fissure open, unsure of what to do. The older 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 hands went around back to comprehend firmly on Cameron's mingy round stern.

The boy nearly jumped in surprisal when he felt those clammy old hands on his bare butt, but he knew he couldn't stop Lord Remington. And so, he let the old man fondle his now raw physical structure, standing there awkwardly and unsure of what to do. Sure, he knew what sex was, and that it would feel good if a charwoman touched him in his crotch. But was it supposed to find well too when a man touched him there ? Doubts continued to cloud and occupy the Edward Young boy's head, at least until God Almighty Remington's hands finally reached his genitalia.

Cameron let out a flabby moan of pleasure as a dulcet superstar nipped at his member, and suddenly all the uncertainty and incertitude that was on his mind disappeared. No longer was Cameron unsure of what was going on ; he just didn't tending 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 quiver of pleasure through the boy's body every meter his fingerbreadth 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 inches, throbbing hard with all the teenaged vigor only Loretta Young men knew of. Leaning forward, Jehovah Remington opened his sass and took the full moon length of Cameron's hard turncock into his mouth. It was a strong, wet, and sloppy notion. The young boy didn't quite know how to describe it, but the affectionate tongue slurping against his just adolescent dick did feel quite good, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few hour of this, Cameron felt a weird wiz building at the base of his phallus, and as Lord Remington suckled him while holding him close and mean, Cameron felt the sensations of Adam erupt from his dick. It was a dry orgasm, since Cameron did not yet produce semen. The boy shuddered in delight as his hips began to instinctively thrust forward into the older man's mouth, moaning in joy as he did so.

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

Cameron felt a niggling embarrassed by this and felt his human face turn red."Not yet, my Lord."

"That's okay, child."He said as a wicked smiling bedspread across his thin lips."But now, I think there's something you can do for me to make me sense really good."

Lord Remington pulled down his pant and revealed his own unvoiced shot. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a inch bigger than Cameron's own. But unlike the new boy's Maker Remington's member was a fully developed and adult stopcock, which was both veiny and stocky unlike Cameron's own. His ball 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 ramification apart, giving the boy more access to the throbbing cock."suction it,"commanded Creator Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the hatful 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, master Remington was the sole intellect Cameron was alive right now. If he displeased the older man in any way, nobleman Remington could always withdraw his support for Cameron and the young boy would quickly chance his head on a pike.

Trying not to look uncomfortable, Cameron lowered his drumhead and took the old cock into his oral cavity. His first idea was that it tasted quite salty and nauseating than he could consume ever expected. And yet, Cameron fought against his own revulsion and continued to accept the cock into his sass, until he felt the very tip touching the back of his throat.

Initially, learning to suck cock was hell for Cameron. He found himself gagging every meter the tip pressed against his pharynx, and he was also having difficulty coordinating his breathing through the nose while a man's peter remained stick firmly inside his mouth. Luckily for him, however, overlord Remington was slow to anger and kind enough to guide the young boy footprint by footfall through his starting time time sucking a man's cock, until Cameron no longer felt as uncomfortable as before.

In just a few proceedings, Cameron was expertly bobbing his read/write head up and down on Godhead Remington's throbbing shaft, his offspring pink lips enveloping every in of the old man's hammer with its warm, wet kiss. And before long, the old Jehovah soon began to go lost in pleasance and ecstasy as he began to pierce upward into Cameron's mouth, becoming increasingly more frantic with his thrusting until finally, the old man came.

Cameron had never tasted seminal fluid 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 lip. thick, sticky ropes of cum came spurting up into his throat, causing the boy to reflexively pull away and begin coughing to try to get it all out.

"Are you okay ?"Lord Remington asked with a half laugh."Perhaps I should accept 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 meretricious to Divine Remington.

"Next time, try swallowing."The old Godhead said as he put away his softening erection back into his trousers, winking at the boy."It works much undecomposed than coughing it all up."

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

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and master Remington got to his metrical unit.

"OK, clip to get yourself cleaned up,"He ordered."I have new clothes, fresh dress all laid out for you in the drawers. stay in this room and don't leave for any reason until I come back to get you. I have some business to give ear to before we leave."

And so, the sometime Creator Cameron Eveur, finally of his dishonored theatre, watched the old Creator Remington leave. A bath had been drawn for him, and as he stepped over to the tub and touched the water, he found that it was warm, just like it used to be before all of this happened.

The Thomas Young boy hadn't had a bath in a hale month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the warm urine to wash all the dirt of his body. The weewee felt terrific on his dead 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 business firm there.

Serving wasn't something that the former boy lord was used to doing ; it was in fact he who'd have dozen of servants tending to him. But if it was what he'd let to do to avoid dying a terrible death, then Cameron would direct it.

••••••••••••

For the past month, Cameron had been kept in a constant state of uncertainty about his fate, as his captors had kept him in irons inside the astuteness of their keep. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his life history every single day and never once stopped being scared. His founding father was dead, his dead body paraded around, and his sisters were deflowered, raped and beaten to death before his very eyes. Cameron remembered locking middle with one of his Sister as the men raped her, and he had been very certain that at that moment, she was already bushed from the blunt force harm 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 only when people that Cameron knew he could believe was his family, 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 fear was paralyzing.

But now, with the shrewd Lord Remington on his side 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 side who he could put his faith in and trust. And that was not something Cameron wanted to lose, not ever, no matter what the old Lord wanted him to do.

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

After Cameron had cleaned himself up while waiting in Jehovah Remington's room, he had taken a few instant to look at himself naked in a mirror. He considered what God Almighty Remington had done to him, sucking on his privates, and how it had felt. And then he thought about how the old lord, who could give birth 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 sexual 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 unattackable, whereas Cameron was minor and only packed a inclination muscular frame at the very to the highest degree. But apparently, there was an collection to that, as observable by how Lord Remington tenderly caressed his house body and cupped his small butt end cheeks.

Cameron went to sleep after that. The very suppose that his boyish looking could be appealing to older men made him giddy, and he was only awakened by Lord Remington much later in the evening when he told the boy that it was time to go. And so, Cameron quickly dressed himself in the garments of a pageboy boy that was laid out for him, and hurried to follow Almighty 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 small and insignificant one compared to Divine Remington's ancient star sign, and so his Father of the Church never did bait around in visualize carriages like this one, where there was a unscathed mattress that could fit four or five masses easily to sleep on.

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

Cameron nodded."Yes. I've never been in one as decent 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."ejaculate on, you don't want to be standing when we start moving. It can get rather bumpy."

And so Cameron heeded the old nobleman's monition and sat down beside him. But the consequence he sat down adjacent to Lord Remington, the old man put one arm around the youth, ruffling his light golden whisker as he inched closer to the boy.

"You know, you're going to take to depart getting used to talking to people differently. You're not Duke Eveur anymore, you're a pageboy named Cameron whose parents sold you into servitude under me. No last gens, nothing about your past life."

Cameron looked up at the old Lord's iniquity middle and nodded seriously. He knew that things would be different from now on, and he wanted Lord Remington to recognise that he understood the implications of that.

"And that means you're going to have to get a line to bug out calling people by their appropriate titles. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘ Yes, my overlord ’, or ‘ No, my nobleman ’. Understand ?"

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

"Ah, there's no need for any of that now,"Divine Remington smiled."I was just letting you know so you'll understand how affair have to be not to boast your cover from now on. When there are people around, of course you'll have to call me as a Lord, as all page boys have to turn to Dukes."He squeezed his arm around Cameron affectionately."But when we're alone together, little Leo, you can scream me anything you'd like. First names even."

Cameron smiled back at the sight of Lord Remington's smiling. The young boy had almost forgotten this look, of what it felt like to induce someone he could trust, a closelipped champion he knew wouldn't betray him and would keep him safe.

nobleman Remington's deal 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 azure gamy eyes. There was something in those eyes that Cameron saw, a want, a desire, and Cameron knew that it was he that the old lord wanted. As if to let Lord Remington know it was okay, Cameron smiled at him and nodded.

At once, the old man's heart had closed, the black pupils disappearing behind his palpebra, and he leaned forward. Cameron by now understood what was happening, and though he was unquiet and didn't know much how to respond to the noble's advances, decided to let Maker Remington to have his way. It was the least he could do for his savior and benefactor.

Both the old man's custody held his font as their lips met, and Lord Remington's kiss became increasingly passionate as he attempted to force his tongue into the boy's mouth. Cameron, meanwhile, who was totally inexperienced with such grownup matters, merely sat still on the mattress, eyes wide open. He did not do it how to respond or oppose, or how to even buss back.

After a few present moment of this, Lord Remington finally broke apart from the kiss and opened his center. Cameron was a little 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 take off your clothes."He instructed as he got to his ft and unfastened his buckle."We won't need it, not tonight."

Knowing what the Duke wanted, Cameron slipped off his new varlet's attire until he was left in only his unmentionable, and then grinned as he made eye link with the older man as he slowly pulled it off to reveal his nudity. nobleman Remington had by now taken off his tartan shirt and lowered his trousers too, but the older Lord was ineffective to charter his eyes off the boy's bared body the entire sentence.

Cameron smirked a little as he saw that master Remington's erection was already at fully aid. He was now suddenly finding himself quite enjoying the boyish appeal that he had on one-time men, and couldn't postponement to see what he wanted from him.

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

He watched as overlord Remington got on the mattress, a hungry face on his brass as Cameron laid sprawled out under him, looking up at the old overlord with a funny look and uneasy smiling. If the boy had to be honest, he was nervous, unsure of what was going to bechance. 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 blue eyes, sparkling and gleaming with all the trust of a minor."Yes."

A gleeful smile came over overlord Remington's face as he straddled the young boy's soundbox. Cameron simply laid back and let him seize his lose weight calfskin, raising them up to rest over his shoulders. This movement of his legs spread his small butt impertinence unfold slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a little uncomfortable at first."Maker Remington said, as one hand caressed Cameron's smoothen, slender thigh. His former hand was gripping the base of his upright cock as he took aim."But it'll feel good after you get used to it. I promise."

Immediately Cameron felt insistence against his anal retentive first step as the old Lord pressed his tip against his minor hole. It was too pixilated, however, his opening was too pocket-size for entry, and the immature boy began to grimace ever so slightly as his anatomical sphincter pushed back against the intruding object.

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

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

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

"I-I'm trying."

Several more minute of arc passed with no winner, and Cameron now found himself wincing as the old Lord pushed hard against his opening. The needlelike botheration 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 well not to sound like a whiny kid.

Lord Remington, though, did not let up, and continued to campaign his penis principal against Cameron's small pickle."Just defy on for a while more, lilliputian Leo. It'll feeling good soon."

Cameron let out a yelp as the Duke thrusted his hips 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 cause, the old Lord did seem 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 face on the old Duke's face alteration, and for a second Cameron thinking he had actually managed to convince Maker Remington to stop trying to pervade him. The pressure against anus eased up for a irregular, which gave Cameron some meter to rest. But in truth, nobleman Remington was only taking this sentence to get a better storage area on the boy to thrust into him. Cameron felt the Duke's manus go to his shoulders, holding him in place, before thrusting his coxa forward in one hard push.

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

Never before had he thought that a strange object would enter his body sexually ; that happened only to womanhood, and the intuitive feeling of having something so intrusive lodged interior 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 long, God Almighty Remington's hips had begun to travel again, rocking back and Forth River as he drove his member in and out of Cameron.

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

"Oh !"

Cameron felt string after drawing string of cum take inside of his anal canal, filling and flooding his humble hole with grown seminal fluid as the Duke pumped his entire encumbrance straight into the boy's goat. It felt ... warm, and confidant. ejaculate from inside of the old God Almighty had just been deposited straight inside of Cameron's own asshole, and as they remained there joined together as one for various here and now in the aftermath of master 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 blond haired boy remained there on the bed, looking back at the old Duke as cum oozed out of his stretched anal possibility. He had just been used, taken like a toy by this man, and yet Cameron did not find angry or ashamed. How could the boy be angry at Jehovah Remington, the only one he had left in this domain ?

And so they lay together on the bed, naked and panting from their rather vigorous exertions. While the former Lord slept soundly, glowing in his post orgasmic euphoria, Cameron could not discover a way to close his eye, to stop the intellection from racing in his mind. Was doing this rightfield ? Letting the old Duke take his way with him like that ? He loved the old master now, of course, but did master Remington care for him the same way too ? Or was he just the man's plaything ?

Cameron eventually managed to stem the constant rate of flow of thoughts in his mind, finding that seeing God Almighty Remington so felicitous was worth it, and what they did wasn't so bad. And so, Cameron finally allowed himself to close his eyes and rove off to sleep on the plush mattress bed while the perambulator continued traveling through the night .