Flynn walked along the cobblestone route, swiping the dirty blonde hair's-breadth from his optic as he managed to barely keep up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a planned bandit attack in the following village when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hr.

"My water, boy."Sir Egan said, his vocalisation raspy.

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the bottle out of his bag and handed it to the knight. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started in the beginning than most son did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too small to be able to help him in his chivalric duties effectively. It was true, with his small frame, Flynn was little than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on hinder home. His hands were still smooth and skin picket as his parents never had him do any manual labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his first few sidereal day as a squire.

"We have to hurry."Sir Egan said as he handed the urine back to Flynn."We should arrive at the following village shortly. We don't want to be too late."

Bandit attacks had been becoming more common lately. This came in the straightaway aftermath of the King declaring that taxes would be raised threefold to pay for the personnel casualty the land took during the lowest war. The vulgar people did not strike too well to this news and began protesting, but the King sent his knights across the realm to put down these insurrection. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandits and the King's knights.

The boy could not say he did not empathize with the bandits, however. Because Flynn was also a common man, he understood their struggles, and he had been one of the lucky few common boys to be promised a better life history by being taken as a gallant by a noble knight.

Of course of instruction, there was some rancor amongst the mass of his village when the word came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the people of the realm, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the horse and the power. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to offer up him every motivator they could to stick. The hope of castling and risky venture was too enticing however, and Flynn had readily left his Greenwich Village to serve up as Sir Egan's gallant.

Wiping the sweat from his pale forehead, the boy continued to try to keep up with Sir Egan. The Tree along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was luxuriously, shining in his eyes. ineffective to see properly, Flynn squinted at the tree diagram as he thought he saw trend in the trees, before pointer suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

Flynn froze as half a twelve arrows came hurtling through the air, but Sir Egan had reacted quickly, throwing the boy to the base. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of arrows, but Sir Egan was struck by the balance of them, four pointer now sticking out of his breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to continue on his foot as the brigand showed themselves, appearing from the trees. It had been a cakehole, they had allowed false tidings of a planned attempt to attain Sir Egan's pinna, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still frozen with awe, Flynn remained on the primer, centre spacious as he watched the six brigand circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his blade, and a brigand responded by firing another arrow into his thorax. Sir Egan managed to forfend the future arrow fired by the future bandit, and with sword in hand, cut down two of the brigand that moved to affiance him. The bandits that were armed with bow continued to pepper Sir Egan with arrows, however, and even his thick armor could not withstand that many arrows at such a close range. Sir Egan collapsed to his stifle as he drove his sword in a third bandit, unable to stay fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not take any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to keep an eye on as the bandits remained in their bill formation around Sir Egan's kneeling shape, shooting arrows into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with arrow, at least three XII of them sticking out of his armor, and the proud knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his lips shake as one bandit, the leader, approached the fallen knight, and removed his helmet.

"Another knight to add to your collection."The bowman behind him said, slinging his bow over his shoulders.

"What is this, your one-fifth ?"Another, a Brobdingnagian man asked.

"Eighth."The bandit loss leader corrected.

"Wow, you sure are making a name for yourself. Soon, they'll be calling you the knight-slayer."

The bandits chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag and pulling out the arrow in his dead body. They needed the supplies, Flynn knew, and had to scavenge hard for every arrow they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the fright boy, the brigand turned their care to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his eyes as the brigand leader knelt down, taking his chin in his hands and looking the boy up and down.

"What's your name boy."The man asked, his optic cold and wickedness.

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

"Answer the gaffer when he's speaking to you boy !"The large bandit yelled, raising his large flush and slamming it down on Flynn's still hairless legs.

The boy screamed as the boot came down on his knees, whimpering and trying to crawl away from the men, only to be kicked in the stomach for his efforts.

"F-Flynn."He finally answered, clutching at his stomach."My name is Flynn."

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his representative smooth."That's a common person's gens. virtually common man don't change of location around with knights."

"You lying to us boy ?"The big bandit said, threatening to ache Flynn again. Flynn could only plead for clemency as he closed his heart, begging to be let go.

"Stop it."The bandit loss leader said."Let's hear what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a squire ?"

Flynn nodded, glancing at Sir Egan's corpse behind the bandits.

"Wrong."The bowman snickered."You were a squire, not anymore."

The loss leader scoffed at his two familiar'snickering."Can you two shut up and concentrate. A squire could still cost much even if his knight is dead."

"You're right !"The huge brigand's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich nobleman with lots of gold ! recount me boy, do you make sidekick ? If he's an only son, we can reduplicate the ransom money !"

"I'm not a rich man's son."Flynn muttered timidly, interrupting the bandits'conversation."I-I'm just another boy, a commoner."

The brigand grew flustered as he spoke.

"A fucking commoner ? You liar !"

"No, no please listen !"Flynn raised his bridge player to protect himself as the large brigand seemed as if he were about to strike the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his gallant last week, I was the only boy from my village taken as a squire this year, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The large bandit continued his threat and screaming, but the bandit loss leader raised his deal to silence him. Leaning in close, his eyes serious, the bandit loss leader began to speak softly.

"You can not be a commoner, because, no matter which backwater village you're from, you've had to bear heard of what's going on between us bandits and the knights."

He paused, taking a sluggish, late breathing spell, and Flynn's bosom raced as he waited for him to finish speaking. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the flooring during the fight.

"So tell me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner lead his hoi polloi, village, family, and friends, to help a knight travel around and kill the great unwashed who are just like him ?"

Flynn's sass opened and closed, at a departure for words.

"Speak only the truth now, boy."The bowman said."Are you a noble child, or are you a commoner ?"

pump pounding against his chest, Flynn's mouth opened as he began to speak.

"I'm a commoner."

Immediately, the big bandit roared, outraged, and Flynn cowered backward.

"How could you !"He bellowed, his big deal grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to bunk."You left your own people to fight back for the king ? Traitor ! Coward !"

Flynn grasped blindly at where he saw the knife before, and finally felt it in his handwriting, and screamed as he stabbed out at the huge bandit blindly. The brigand yelled in surprise, pulling his manus backward and releasing Flynn.

"A dagger !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his pes and began to limp away in the mix-up."A fucking sticker !"

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one stride. The other two bandits watched as Flynn struggled with their immense friend as he came down on the boy. Flynn desperately fought back at the mint of a man, slashing and stabbing, but the man quickly knocked the knife out of his custody, and put Flynn on his back by slamming his huge clenched fist into the boy's temple.

His pass ringing, Flynn was ineffective to fight back as he felt he bandit sour him over on his venter, his strong hands holding him down.

"You want to vote out me too, huh ? You traitor !"

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's small body. Flynn felt the hands tear the tunic he wore open, and Flynn began to struggle as his bare chest was exposed to the moth-eaten ground. The boy was ineffective to do anything, however, as the heavy bandit tore his trouser unresolved, leaving the young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will learn you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the expectant hands grope at his smooth, pale derriere roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His supplication fell on deaf ears, however, as he felt a pounding rod slide between his butt cheeks. Flynn panicked.

"Wait, waiting !"He screamed into the air.

But the bandit didn't forethought. With a bestial oink, the huge man forced the tip of his dick into the small boy's ass fix, and immediately Flynn knew that it wouldn't fit.

"Please !"He clawed at the shit."It hurts !"

"Oh I bet you like it, don't you boy ?"The huge brigand grunted as he began to slip his tip around.

"It's too big,"Flynn whined helplessly as he felt the bandit put more pressure on his little kettle of fish."It's too big !"

But his screams were for cipher, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous dick straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear shattering scream as he felt the strange sensation of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his rear open, and Flynn could feel a wetness begin to trickle down his legs as blood came pouring out.

The blood didn't seem to faze the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the young boy, and Flynn began writhing in pain as he felt the strange object push in and out roughly.

"Yeah boy, you're my little kick now, you're my short bitch."

Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as hurting shot through his belittled torso, unable to fight down back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure appear in presence of him, another large, veiny cock coming into view.

"clear up kid, nice and wide."The bandit loss leader said, an evil grin plastered on his face.

He grabbed Flynn's head with both custody and forced his prick through Flynn's sassing and into his mouth, grunting with pleasure as his pecker hit the rachis of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to remain mostly still, as he was unable to do much to fight back, started to squirm as he began gagging on the cock, but the bandit leader held his face there, and the offspring boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit leader thrusted into his face and the huge bandit continued to have intercourse him from behind.

"C'mon man, the boy can't breathe."

The voice of the last bandit, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's pinna as if from far away. He could feel his eubstance weakening, his arms growing heavy as he began to lose cognisance. And as his eyes glazed over, the go thing Flynn felt was the blowup of cum in the rear of his pharynx and in his ass.

rental go of the boy's face, the bandit loss leader let him crumple to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit leader nudged the minor body with his foot as the large bandit pulled his cock out of the boy's torn hole, wiping the roue off.

"I think he's dead."The large man snorted as he pulled his pants up.

"No he's not."The bandit drawing card said as he eyed the bowman.

"Then we should construct him dead."The brutal man said dumbly, and the bandit drawing card rolled his eyes.

"No, no, we don't have to stamp out everyone we meet. snap up his body and carry him along with us, we could use him."

Obliging, the big bandit hoisted the naked and bloody body up on his shoulder, and the three bandit took their leave.

•

The world slowly began to hail back to him, as Flynn first regained his hearing, and then the touch in his hand. He was on the primer, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to regain all of his senses completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the distinct smell of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? retention suddenly came back in a flowage, and Flynn remembered the bandit blast on the road. He remembered the thing those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with nearly of his sexual education coming from the gab of his admirer back in the village. They often boasted about their exploit with girls, and Flynn even took part in such self-praise though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just women, though the musical theme always seemed strange to him. Until now at least.

As these storage came back to him, immediately, Flynn knew that he had been taken by the bandit after he passed out, and he must be in some sort of bandit den.

Opening his eyes, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a night, decrypt room, and there was a exclusive wooden door in the far end of the room. Rocks jutted out of the ceiling, and Flynn knew that the bandit lair must be in a cavern somewhere.

The boy began to panic as he tried to call up of a way out. His horse, Sir Egan, has been slain by the brigand, his trunk left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when discussion of Sir Egan's murder reached the nobleman and ladies of the region, they would set about searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would own any chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't pain in the neck looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly gallant wasn't worth the effort ? After all, brigand pillaged the country and the king would likely not be capable to spare more men to bet for him. Flynn was just a vulgar boy, he was nobody's son.

As these thoughts of day of reckoning and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to find a way out of this prison. Grabbing a rock on the wall of the way, Flynn began to pull himself up when suddenly he felt a incisive shot botheration in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the ground, his intimation shaking as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was blood. Flynn's arse had been torn unfastened, and by trying to stand up up, the boy must bear caused it to begin bleeding again.

As Flynn lay there in his own blood and scandal, the door to his cellular telephone suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the archer from the trap, and immediately the boy began to stake himself into the rampart, afraid that the bandit would suffer him. But the brigand only laughed as he saw Flynn's reaction, and stepped forward.

"I came to see on you, to see if you're awake."He said, and produced to bowls."I bet you must be really athirst, after all that's happened. We don't have much, but here's something to meet your stomach with."

A bowlful of water and food were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn realise how hungry he was. Looking down at the intellectual nourishment, the boy looked back up at the brigand suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another second of waver, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food bowlful, devouring the roasted poulet leg on the stadium. The bowman snickered at the heap, and then turned to leave.

•

Clarence Shepard Day Jr. had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more stopping point night, and another time this sunup. early than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt solid enough to walk.

Pacing the midget cell slowly, Flynn tried to search for a way out of this prison house. While he may have been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to persist a captive for too farsighted. Besides, Flynn didn't really do it what the bandits really wanted with him.

As Flynn slowly limped about, the sound of rambunctious laughter could be heard as the footsteps of bid men approached the cell.

Flynn barely managed to drop back down to the level, curling up into a ball to hide his nakedness, as four brigand burst in the way, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were huge, with the biggest one still being the man that hurt him on the road.

"Hey look, we finally found him."One said, as he started toward Flynn.

The bandits laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a nook of the room, begging to be left alone.

"We've been looking for you for over an hour, boy."The four bandit had Flynn cornered, and Flynn closed his eyes as they advanced on him."There were so many things that we wanted to do to you."

One of the men grabbed his ankle, and another his other mortise joint, and they began to pull him to the heart and soul of the way. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to take him.

The bandit finally had adequate and tried to express him by the shoulders, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to lift him, causing him to crash back down to the ground.

"The bitch bit me !"The man yelled, and lunged at Flynn.

Flynn tried to get away but was too slow, as the man grabbed him by his throat and began to choke him. Clawing at the bandit's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the bandits began to lease off their clothes.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his grip around Flynn's neck as he brought his face down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could reek the stench of alcoholic drink in his breath."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you understand ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his situation, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his sensationalistic teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet lick on his smooth face.

"It's been too long since I've been with my girl."The brigand chuckled with a dirty grinning."This will have to do."

Holding Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his massive cock, crowing than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't aid but stare with wide eyes. The man grinned lustfully and began to take down his throbbing member.

"No,"Flynn pleaded, turning away and closing his eyes."It's too big, please."

But the man's luxuria was too practically, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his hairgrip on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but allow the man's cock to enter his mouth, offering no resistivity as it slid into his mouth.

This rooster was big, bigger than the bandit leader's and perhaps even vainglorious than the one that had violated his derriere. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to labor inch after inch of his hot cock into his oral cavity, even as he began gagging.

"You never told me this boy was such a whore."The man said to the huge bandit, who was stroking himself to the panorama, grunting with pleasure."He isn't even fighting back !"

Flynn's superbia took another blow with those Word of God, but the man wasn't wrong. Flynn didn't want to fight back anymore, it would only end with him getting hurt. Besides, what could he do to break these men from doing as they pleased to him ? He was their captive, he might as well accept it until he found a way to escape.

The bandit on top of him allowed his cock to remain inside for several seconds, the tip grinding on the back of Flynn's pharynx, and then he began to move it around, sliding the dick in and out. Even though this was not his world-class time anymore, the sheer size of the cock in his backtalk cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for hour, but he did not come down unconscious like last time and was forced to rest awake through the entire ordeal.

As this was happening, Flynn also noticed that the other bandits had circled around him, and were stroking their dick, eyes fixed on their Friend fucking his face.

"Oh shit, I'm gon na cum, I'm fucking cumming !"

Flynn's eyes widened as the man said this. He had began speeding up, and Flynn began to flail around once to a greater extent as he did, trying to advertise the man's hip joint to get him off.

The man was too strong, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to contain the brigand from thrusting his cock down the boy's throat. After various more than irregular, the man suddenly forced his cock into the back of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in joy. The man's consistency went strict, and Flynn could feel ropes after roofy of the man's thick ejaculate shoot inside his sass. The man kept his cock firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not swallow the liquid state that was bursting into his mouthpiece. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's second joint tightly, as he felt the snowy liquid leak out the side of his oral fissure.

At the Same sentence, the other men all around him began to shout out also, and they all released their incumbrance at the same time, spurting cum all over Flynn's naked body.

Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a reprieve, as he stopped pressing against his pharynx and slid his pecker out of the boy's back talk. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his position as he struggled to breathe. His whole defenseless consistence was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his back talk, commix with saliva.

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the floor, and began to pull their pants up. They each made comments and jokes about the boy, but Flynn did not listen to them. He could take no more abuse like this.

laying on the dirty floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would have to get by soon, or else he would meet a lot worse than last, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his cadre once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to give him his everyday meals. Sure, the archer was fast, and he would probably shoot and kill him if he tried to give an escape, but that was still better than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even know how much sentence had passed since he's been a captive. quotidian men would just total in and strip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, former times there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, other clip they beat him and hurt him even when he complied to their every demands.

Flynn had already been visited twice this morning by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at to the lowest degree three prison term a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be wrong. Some mean solar day they came in less. But at the Sami clock time, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his feet, Flynn began to gait the way, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The nasty blow the huge brigand had struck at his knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneeling position and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the small bone in his leg had been snapped in two, but he bandits continued on and ignored his screaming until they came. Only after that did they check his leg to make sure nothing was broken.

As Flynn paced the story, there was suddenly a garish explosion in the distance, followed by phone of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his hopes to rise as thoughts of leaving this wretched jail cell came to mind.

The sound of footsteps brought Flynn back to reality, however, as he reminded himself that he would throw to be fresh if he wanted to break away. Laying on the story, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the footfall approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandits, making sure Flynn was still in the cell. Nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a dog at the door, and the stride rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the door, pressing his ear against it. He heard aught but the sound of metal against alloy as the bandit fought against the Martin Luther King's soldiers. Giving the doorway a swooning push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked.

The door swung loose slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison house for the kickoff time in what has been hebdomad. He was in a cavern alright, a mix up mesh of burrow snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnels, trying his best to nullify the fighting by heading the early way when the phone of engagement grew too loud.

Making his way around a quoin, Flynn barely suppressed a shocked gasp, as he saw a familiar face. Ducking behind a enceinte stone, Flynn watched as the vast bandit and the bowman from the group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a soundbox of a slain bandit. The boy's eyes widened as he realized that it was the brigand leader, killed in fight with the mogul's soldiers.

The bowman and the immense bandit stood over their friend's consistence for several seconds without saying a word, the gravid man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a hand on the dead eubstance's chest and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

"Don't concern ally, your demise will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the large bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to bend back and sneak away. However, the boy had made the misunderstanding of putting too much weight on his injured leg, and yelped in pain as he came crashing to the land noisily.

Immediately, the bandits began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the nates of the big brigand's sword slam into the vertebral column of his mind. All he could see was virtuoso as he was turned over to his back, and the big man was yelling.

"You want to make a run for it, huh boy ?"He screamed at Flynn, who was still disoriented from the strike to his headway.

Flynn felt someone blank space a boot on his leg, and as he began to squall for the man to end, the boot began pressing down slowly.

"Ah !"Flynn screamed, and the orotund bandit laughed.

"We may not be able to defeat the Rex's army, but we will still have a victory today."The big man spat, as he continued pressing down on Flynn's legs slowly and painfully."If we die today, you die with us."

Flynn watched as the bowman remained still, standing behind the immense brigand. He did aught just as he did the lastly time, and watched as the enceinte man raise his swell sword and cook to strike down at Flynn. Even though his mind still spun, Flynn knew that there was no escapism from this. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

But just as the bandit was about to add his sword down, a pant escaped his lips as an arrow was fired, and after several moment, the big man collapsed, falling on Flynn, with an arrow sticking out of his back.

Flynn looked up to the bowman to see him putting away his bow and arrow, and realized that the bowman had saved him.

"Quickly,"The bowman said as he helped Flynn up from under the wakeless corpse."Leave before more bandits come, find the soldiers. Tell them who you are and what happened you your horse, and you will be safe with them."

"B-But, what about you ?"Flynn stammered, still shocked at what had happened."If the soldiers catch you they'll killing you !"

"Perhaps."The bowman agreed."But the fight is not over. Our group may fall down today, but the people still surface up against the Prince. I will continue to fight for our freedom, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to hatch himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulder. And with that, he left, disappearing into the darkness tunnel, making his leakage. Flynn wasted no clip either in turning to leave, limping through the caves.

After what seemed like an eternity, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its warmth touch modality on his side, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to cover his small body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving brigand to wheel away to the closest castle for trial, but they stopped when they saw him and several soldiers surrounded him as they bombarded Flynn with questions.

Eventually, one man, who wore the armor of a horse, pushed through the crowd to see what was happening.

"Are you alright, boy ?"The knight asked.

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No need for that now."He said, waving a hand as he urged several soldiers to lend his rig here."You're hurt, and you need help."

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a prisoner of the bandits for weeks."Flynn squeaked softly."I was a squire for a knight called Sir Egan, but they killed him and took me. My name is Flynn."

"So that's what happened to Sir Egan's squire."The knight said."We've been looking for you. But we didn't expect you here of all places."

Beckoning him to espouse, the knight brought Flynn through the crowd of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.

"Come, wait here Flynn. We will bring you to the nearest castle for you to convalesce, and for me to write my reputation on our successful Assault here."

Motioning for him to get in the carriage, the police wagon doors opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy dark hair and greenness eyes.

"Arthur will give you a towel to clean yourself up with and a modification of clothes."

The iniquity haired boy, Arthur, shot him a friendly smile and waved him in.

"ejaculate, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the carriage beside the boy."I'm Sir Javid's squire, But you can just forebode me Arty. What's your name ?"

"Flynn."He replied, pulling the cloak tighter around him, suddenly conscious of his nakedness as he sat alone with another boy his age.

"Well Flynn, I hope you don't brain talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucket and handed it to Flynn."Because the nighest castle is a solid day away, and I haven't talked with someone else my age for weeks."

Flynn smiled as he took the towel. Maybe he'd found a new friend in this boy .