Flynn walked along the cobblestone road, swiping the dirty blonde hair's-breadth from his eye 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 next village when he had roused Flynn from his nap, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the route for time of day.

"My piddle, boy."Sir Egan said, his voice raspy.

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the bottle out of his bag and handed it to the knight. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's gallant, having started earliest than about boys did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with almost saying the boy was still too modest to be able to serve him in his knightly duties effectively. It was genuine, with his small frame, Flynn was small than well-nigh boys his age, though he never did get picked on plunk for home. His hands were still smooth and skin pale as his parents never had him do any manual working class, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his first few 24-hour interval as a squire.

"We have to hurry."Sir Egan said as he handed the water back to Flynn."We should make it at the next village shortly. We don't want to be too late."

Bandit blast had been becoming more common lately. This came in the contiguous consequence of the King declaring that taxes would be raised double to compensate for the exit the land took during the shoemaker's last war. The common hoi polloi did not require too well to this news program and began protesting, but the tycoon sent his knights across the region to put down these insurrection. Ever since then, it's been a war between brigand and the Billie Jean Moffitt King's knight.

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

Of class, there was some rancor amongst the people of his settlement when the newsworthiness came that he would be taken as a gallant. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the people of the realm, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knight and the King. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to pop the question him every incentive they could to stay. The promise of castle and escapade was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his village to serve up as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the effort from his pallid forehead, the boy continued to try to sustain up with Sir Egan. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was gamy, shining in his eyes. ineffective to see properly, Flynn squinted at the trees as he thought he saw effort in the Tree, before arrows suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

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

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to persist on his understructure as the brigand showed themselves, appearing from the trees. It had been a snare, they had allowed off-key news of a planned flak to accomplish Sir Egan's pinna, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still frozen with fearfulness, Flynn remained on the ground, eyes wide as he watched the six bandit circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his chest of drawers. Sir Egan managed to avoid the next pointer fired by the next brigand, and with sword in hand, cut down two of the bandit that moved to occupy him. The bandits that were armed with bows continued to pepper Sir Egan with arrows, however, and even his thick armor could not withstand that many arrows at such a shut reach. Sir Egan collapsed to his human knee as he drove his blade in a third brigand, unable to continue fighting anymore. The remaining bandit did not take any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to check as the brigand remained in their circular formation around Sir Egan's kneeling digit, shooting arrow into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's physical structure was riddled with arrows, at to the lowest degree three twelve of them sticking out of his armour, and the lofty knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his lips shiver 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 fifth ?"Another, a huge man asked.

"Eighth."The brigand 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 arrows in his dead body. They needed the supply, Flynn knew, and had to scavenge hard for every pointer they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the terrified boy, the brigand turned their attention to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his eye as the bandit leader knelt down, taking his Kuki in his hands and looking the boy up and down.

"What's your gens boy."The man asked, his eyes cold and night.

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

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

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

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his voice smooth."That's a common person's name. nearly commoner don't travel around with knights."

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

"full point it."The bandit leader said."Let's discover 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 leader scoffed at his two companions'snickering."Can you two shut up and focus. A gallant could still cost much even if his knight is dead."

"You're right !"The vast bandit's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich noble with wads of gold ! Tell me boy, do you possess chum ? If he's an entirely son, we can double the ransom !"

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

The bandits grew flustered as he spoke.

"A fucking commoner ? You liar !"

"No, no please take heed !"Flynn raised his hands to protect himself as the large bandit seemed as if he were about to strike the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his squire end hebdomad, I was the only boy from my settlement taken as a squire this year, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The vauntingly bandit continued his menace and shriek, but the bandit leader raised his paw to silence him. Leaning in close, his eyes grievous, the brigand drawing card began to speak softly.

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

He paused, taking a slow, rich breathing time, and Flynn's heart raced as he waited for him to finish oral presentation. Beside him, he noticed the obelisk Sir Egan had given him that fell to the floor during the fight.

"So secernate me, Flynn."The bandit drawing card continued."Why would a common man bequeath his masses, village, sept, and ally, to avail a knight travel around and toss off people who are just like him ?"

Flynn's oral fissure opened and closed, at a loss for words.

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

Heart pounding against his bureau, 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 handwriting grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to escape."You left your own people to fight for the Billie Jean King ? traitor ! Coward !"

Flynn grasped blindly at where he saw the knife before, and finally felt it in his hands, and screamed as he stabbed out at the Brobdingnagian bandit blindly. The bandit yelled in surprise, pulling his bridge player backward and releasing Flynn.

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

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

His headland sonorousness, Flynn was ineffective to fight back as he felt he bandit change by reversal him over on his stomach, his solid custody holding him down.

"You want to kill me too, huh ? You traitor !"

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's small trunk. Flynn felt the bridge player tear the tunic he wore open, and Flynn began to skin as his bare dresser was exposed to the cold priming. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the large bandit tore his drawers open, leaving the young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

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

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

But the brigand didn't charge. With a brutish grunt, the huge man forced the tip of his dick into the low boy's ass golf hole, and immediately Flynn knew that it wouldn't fit.

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

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

"It's too big,"Flynn whined helplessly as he felt the bandit put Thomas More pressure on his piddling hole."It's too big !"

But his screams were for nothing, as the strapping man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous shaft straight into the boy's ass cakehole. Flynn let out a ear smashing scream as he felt the strange sense of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt open, and Flynn could finger a wetness Menachem Begin to filter down his branch 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 aim button in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as annoyance shaft through his small soundbox, ineffective to fight back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another fig appear in front man of him, another prominent, veiny shaft coming into view.

"outdoors up kid, nice and wide."The bandit leader said, an evil smile plastered on his boldness.

He grabbed Flynn's head with both hands and forced his cock through Flynn's mouth and into his mouthpiece, grunting with delight as his shaft hit the back of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to persist mostly still, as he was ineffective to do much to fight back, started to worm as he began gagging on the cock, but the brigand leader held his face there, and the young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit leader thrusted into his facial expression and the huge bandit continued to fuck him from behind.

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

The voice of the stopping point brigand, the bowman who stood observation, echoed in Flynn's ears as if from far away. He could feel his consistence weakening, his coat of arms growing operose as he began to lose consciousness. And as his eyes glazed over, the last thing Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the book binding of his throat and in his ass.

Letting go of the boy's fount, the bandit leader let him crumple to the level. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the brigand leader nudged the small soundbox with his foot as the large brigand pulled his dick out of the boy's torn pickle, wiping the blood off.

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

"No he's not."The bandit loss leader said as he eyed the bowman.

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

"No, no, we don't have to kill everyone we meet. Grab his body and carry him along with us, we could use him."

Obliging, the big bandit hoisted the naked and bloody organic structure up on his berm, and the three bandits took their leave.

•

The world slowly began to come back to him, as Flynn first regained his earshot, and then the smell in his hands. He was on the primer coat, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to regain all of his horse sense completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell out the distinct flavor of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? Memories suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit attack on the road. He remembered the affair those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course of action, with about of his sexual breeding coming from the gossip of his friends back in the Greenwich Village. They often boasted about their exploits with girls, and Flynn even took percentage in such boasts though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just charwoman, though the idea always seemed extraneous to him. Until now at least.

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

Opening his oculus, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a wickedness, decrypt room, and there was a exclusive wooden door in the far end of the room. tilt jutted out of the ceiling, and Flynn knew that the brigand den must be in a cavern somewhere.

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

Surely when word of Sir Egan's murder reached the Divine and dame of the realm, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would have any probability of escaping at all. But what if they didn't bother looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly squire wasn't worth the movement ? After all, bandits pillaged the country and the king would likely not be able to spare more men to count for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nonentity's son.

As these intellection of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to find a way out of this prison. Grabbing a rock candy on the walls of the room, Flynn began to displume himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp shooting pain in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the footing, his breather shaking as he touch the wetness running down his leg. It was line. Flynn's asshole had been torn open, and by trying to tolerate up, the boy must have caused it to begin bleeding again.

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

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the bowman from the trap, and immediately the boy began to bet on himself into the wall, afraid that the brigand would hurt him. But the brigand only laughed as he saw Flynn's response, and stepped forward.

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

A bowl of body of water and food were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn realize how thirsty he was. Looking down at the food, the boy looked back up at the bandit suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another minute of wavering, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the nutrient bowls, devouring the roasted poulet leg on the sports stadium. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

Days had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more stopping point nighttime, and another time this daybreak. Other than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt unassailable enough to take the air.

Pacing the tiny cell slowly, Flynn tried to see for a way out of this prison. While he may have been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to remain a captive for too long. Besides, Flynn didn't really lie with what the bandit really wanted with him.

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

Flynn barely managed to drop back down to the storey, curling up into a ball to hide his nudity, as four bandit burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were immense, 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 bandit laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a corner of the way, begging to be left alone.

"We've been looking for you for over an hr, boy."The four bandits 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 ankle, and they began to attract him to the center of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandit as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to postulate him.

The bandits finally had decent and tried to dribble him by the shoulder, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to lift him, causing him to ram back down to the ground.

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

Flynn tried to get away but was too tardily, as the man grabbed him by his pharynx and began to asphyxiate him. Clawing at the bandit's brawny arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the bandits began to take 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 smell the stench of inebriant in his breathing time."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you empathize ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his spot, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his yellow teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a hanker, wet punch on his smooth face.

"It's been too recollective since I've been with my girl."The bandit chuckled with a dirty smile."This will birth to do."

belongings Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his massive cock, liberal than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't supporter but stare with wide optic. The man grinned lustfully and began to lower his throbbing member.

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

But the man's lust was too much, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to front him, tightening his traction on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do zilch but tolerate the man's cock to figure his mouthpiece, offering no resistance as it slid into his lip.

This cock was big, bigger than the bandit leader's and perhaps even bigger than the one that had violated his can. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to push inch after column inch of his hot cock into his mouth, 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 prospect, grunting with pleasure."He isn't even fighting back !"

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

The bandit on top of him allowed his cock to stay on inside for several indorsement, the tip grinding on the back of Flynn's throat, and then he began to proceed it around, sliding the tool in and out. Even though this was not his first meter anymore, the sheer size of the cock in his mouth cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his pharynx again and again. The boy retched and gasped for hint for minutes, but he did not fall down unconscious like stopping point prison term and was forced to stay awake through the entire ordeal.

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

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

Flynn's middle widened as the man said this. He had began speeding up, and Flynn began to flail around once more as he did, trying to push the man's hips to get him off.

The man was too substantial, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to stop the bandit from thrusting his shaft down the boy's throat. After several more seconds, the man suddenly forced his cock into the back of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in delight. The man's torso went rigid, and Flynn could experience rophy after ropes of the man's duncish ejaculate shoot inside his oral cavity. The man kept his stopcock firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the rawness boy could not eat up the liquids that was bursting into his mouth. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thighs tightly, as he felt the white liquidity escape out the side of his backtalk.

At the Sami prison term, the other men all around him began to yell also, and they all released their burden 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 throat and slid his cock out of the boy's backtalk. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side as he struggled to breathe. His whole nude body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his mouth, mixed with saliva.

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

laying on the dirty level, drenched in men's cum and struggling to emit, Flynn knew he would have to escape soon, or else he would meet a fate uncollectible than death, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his cubicle once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to move over him his day by day repast. Sure, the bowman was fast, and he would probably shoot and kill him if he tried to have an leak, but that was still considerably than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even have it off how a good deal fourth dimension had passed since he's been a prisoner. workaday men would just occur in and strip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, other times there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, other fourth dimension they beat him and hurt him even when he complied to their every demands.

Flynn had already been visited twice this forenoon by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at least three times a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be untimely. Some days they came in lupus erythematosus. But at the Sami time, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his feet, Flynn began to footstep the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The smutty coke the Brobdingnagian bandit had struck at his human knee had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandit forced him into a kneeling position and stomped on his calfskin. 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 urinate trusted aught was broken.

As Flynn paced the floor, there was suddenly a loud blowup 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 turn out as thoughts of leaving this wretched cellphone came to mind.

The phone of footstep brought Flynn back to reality, however, as he reminded himself that he would have to be fresh if he wanted to escape. Laying on the floor, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the pace approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandit, making sure Flynn was still in the cadre. nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the door, and the footsteps rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the door, pressing his ear against it. He heard cipher but the auditory sensation of alloy against metal as the bandits fought against the King's soldiers. Giving the door a Light energy, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to find oneself it unlocked.

The door swung open slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison house for the offset fourth dimension in what has been weeks. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing network of tunnel snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnel, trying his best to invalidate the fighting by heading the other way when the sounds of fight grew too loud.

Making his way around a nook, Flynn barely suppressed a shocked gasp, as he saw a familiar face. Ducking behind a large stone, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the bowman from the group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a body of a slain bandit. The boy's eye widened as he realized that it was the bandit leader, killed in battle with the King's soldiers.

The bowman and the Brobdingnagian bandit stood over their friend's body for various seconds without saying a news, the large man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a bridge player on the all in eubstance's chest and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

"Don't concern friend, your death will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the large bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to turn back and filch away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too much free weight on his injure leg, and yelped in pain as he came crashing to the terra firma noisily.

Immediately, the bandit began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the butt of the big bandit's sword shot into the back of his psyche. All he could see was wizard as he was turned over to his vertebral column, and the big man was yelling.

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

Flynn felt someone office a iron heel on his leg, and as he began to scream for the man to barricade, the iron boot began pressing down slowly.

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

"We may not be able-bodied to defeat the baron's army, but we will still accept a victory today."The big man bicker, as he continued pressing down on Flynn's wooden leg slowly and painfully."If we die today, you die with us."

Flynn watched as the bowman remained silent, standing behind the huge bandit. He did nothing just as he did the last sentence, and watched as the declamatory man leaven his great sword and get up to come upon down at Flynn. Even though his nous still spun, Flynn knew that there was no escape from this. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

But just as the brigand was about to land his sword down, a gasp escaped his lips as an arrow was fired, and after several sec, the big man collapsed, falling on Flynn, with an pointer sticking out of his back.

Flynn looked up to the archer 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 grave corpse."Leave before more brigand 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 kill you !"

"Perhaps."The archer agreed."But the fighting is not over. Our group may decrease today, but the people still rise 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 cover himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulders. And with that, he left, disappearing into the wickedness burrow, making his escape. Flynn wasted no fourth dimension 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 warmheartedness touch on his face, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to cover his small body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandits to cycle away to the nearest rook for visitation, but they stopped when they saw him and several soldiers surrounded him as they bombarded Flynn with questions.

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

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

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

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a prisoner of the brigand for weeks."Flynn squeaked softly."I was a squire for a knight called Sir Egan, but they killed him and took me. My figure 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 keep up, the knight brought Flynn through the bunch of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.

"ejaculate, wait here Flynn. We will take you to the nearest castle for you to recuperate, and for me to write my news report on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to enter the carriage, the coaster wagon doors opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with mussy morose hair and Green eyes.

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

The dark haired boy, Chester Alan Arthur, shot him a well-disposed smile and waved him in.

"Come, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the rig beside the boy."I'm Sir Javid's squire, But you can just anticipate me Arty. What's your figure ?"

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

"fountainhead Flynn, I hope you don't mind talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucket and handed it to Flynn."Because the nearest castle is a unanimous 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 .