Flynn walked along the cobbled road, swiping the dirty blonde whisker from his eyes as he managed to barely restrain up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the armor man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a aforethought bandit attack in the next village when he had roused Flynn from his eternal rest, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hour.

"My water supply, boy."Sir Egan said, his part raspy.

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the bottle out of his bag and handed it to the horse. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started originally than nigh boy did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too pocket-sized to be able to serve up him in his chivalric responsibility effectively. It was true, with his low inning, Flynn was minuscule than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on back home. His paw were still unruffled and skin pale as his parents never had him do any manual labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the life history of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his showtime few daytime as a squire.

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

Bandit attacks had been becoming more common lately. This came in the contiguous wake of the king declaring that tax would be raised three-fold to compensate for the losses the Kingdom took during the hold up war. The common people did not fill too well to this news and began protesting, but the power sent his knight across the realm to put down these uprising. Ever since then, it's been a war between brigand and the mogul's knights.

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

Of track, there was some resentment amongst the hoi polloi of his village when the news program came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the multitude of the kingdom, 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 provide him every incentive they could to outride. The hope of castles and adventures was too invite however, and Flynn had readily left his village to serve as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the swither from his pale forehead, the boy continued to try to go along up with Sir Egan. The trees along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was highschool, shining in his eyes. Unable to see properly, Flynn squinted at the tree diagram as he thought he saw move in the tree diagram, before arrows suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

Flynn froze as half a dozen 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 rest period of them, four arrows now sticking out of his aegis.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to stay on his feet as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the Tree. It had been a trap, they had allowed false news show of a planned attack to hit Sir Egan's pinna, and then planned an trap on the route. Still frozen with fear, Flynn remained on the ground, centre broad as he watched the six brigand circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a brigand responded by firing another arrow into his chest. Sir Egan managed to avoid the succeeding arrow fired by the next bandit, and with sword in paw, cut down two of the bandits that moved to betroth him. The bandits that were armed with obeisance continued to pepper Sir Egan with pointer, however, and even his thick armor could not withstand that many arrow at such a finale chain of mountains. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his sword in a third bandit, unable to continue fighting anymore. The remaining bandit did not submit any luck, though, and Flynn was forced to take in as the bandit remained in their broadside formation around Sir Egan's kneeling figure, shooting arrows into his hobble body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with arrows, at least three XII of them sticking out of his armour, and the lofty knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his backtalk shake as one brigand, 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 gens for yourself. Soon, they'll be calling you the knight-slayer."

The bandit chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag and pulling out the pointer in his body. They needed the provision, 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 bandits turned their attention to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his eyes as the brigand leader knelt down, taking his chin in his hired hand and looking the boy up and down.

"What's your name boy."The man asked, his eyes cold and nighttime.

Flynn did not reply, too afraid to speak.

"answer the boss when he's speaking to you boy !"The gravid bandit yelled, raising his boastfully bang and slamming it down on Flynn's still hairless legs.

The boy screamed as the boot came down on his knee joint, 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 abdomen."My name is Flynn."

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his representative smooth."That's a commoner's name. Most commoners don't travelling around with knights."

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

"Stop it."The bandit 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 clay behind the bandits.

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

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

"You're rightfield !"The huge bandit's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some productive nobleman with lots of atomic number 79 ! Tell me boy, do you have brothers ? If he's an solely son, we can double the ransom !"

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

The brigand grew flustered as he spoke.

"A shtup common person ? You liar !"

"No, no please listen !"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 last week, I was the only boy from my settlement taken as a squire this year, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The with child bandit continued his threats and screaming, but the brigand leader raised his hand to hush him. Leaning in close, his eyes sober, the bandit leader began to speak softly.

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

He paused, taking a deadening, deep breathing spell, and Flynn's affection raced as he waited for him to finish speechmaking. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the floor during the fight.

"So tell apart me, Flynn."The brigand leader continued."Why would a commoner pull up stakes his people, village, family, and friends, to facilitate a horse travel around and stamp out multitude who are just like him ?"

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

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

Heart 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 hands grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to escape."You left your own people to push for the male monarch ? 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 vast bandit blindly. The bandit yelled in surprisal, pulling his paw backward and releasing Flynn.

"A dagger !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his feet and began to hobble away in the confusion."A have a go at it dagger !"

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one step. The early two bandits watched as Flynn struggled with their huge friend 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 tongue out of his hands, and put Flynn on his cover by slamming his huge fist into the boy's temple.

His caput ringing, Flynn was unable to fight back back as he felt he bandit deform him over on his stomach, his solid hand holding him down.

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

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's modest body. Flynn felt the hired man tear the tunic he wore candid, and Flynn began to struggle as his bare chest was exposed to the dusty ground. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the turgid brigand tore his gasp subject, 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, picket rear roughly, squirming and pleading for clemency. His plea fell on deaf ear, however, as he felt a throbbing rod lantern slide between his nates impertinence. Flynn panicked.

"postponement, delay !"He screamed into the air.

But the bandit didn't care. With a brute oink, the huge man forced the tip of his dick into the pocket-size boy's ass hollow, 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 immense bandit grunted as he began to slide his tip around.

"It's too big,"Flynn whined helplessly as he felt the bandit put more pressing on his niggling hole."It's too big !"

But his screeching were for nothing, as the beefy man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, tremendous cock straight into the boy's ass mess. Flynn let out a ear smashing scream as he felt the foreign sensation of a foreign aim being forced inside him. The man had split his butt opened, and Flynn could sense a wetness begin to filter down his legs as bloodline came pouring out.

The rip 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 fiddling beef now, you're my footling bitch."

Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as pain stroke through his small body, unable to fight down back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure appear in front of him, another vauntingly, veiny cock coming into view.

"open up kid, gracious and wide."The brigand loss leader said, an immorality grinning plastered on his human face.

He grabbed Flynn's head with both hands and forced his stopcock through Flynn's sassing and into his mouth, grunting with joy as his tool hit the back of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to stay on mostly still, as he was ineffectual to do much to crusade back, started to squirm as he began gagging on the cock, but the bandit drawing card held his font there, and the young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the brigand leader thrusted into his aspect and the Brobdingnagian bandit continued to lie with him from behind.

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

The voice of the last brigand, the bowman who stood observance, echoed in Flynn's ears as if from far away. He could palpate his consistence weakening, his arm growing heavy as he began to lose consciousness. And as his eyes glazed over, the last thing Flynn felt was the blowup of cum in the rear of his pharynx and in his ass.

Letting go of the boy's face, the bandit loss leader let him buckle to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit loss leader nudged the belittled body with his foot as the tumid bandit pulled his cock out of the boy's torn cakehole, wiping the blood off.

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

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

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

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

Obliging, the big bandit hoisted the au naturel and bloody trunk up on his shoulder, and the three bandits took their leave.

•

The humans slowly began to come back to him, as Flynn first regained his hearing, and then the touch sensation in his hands. He was on the ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his centre closed as he tried to regain all of his senses completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the distinct spirit 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 things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course of action, with well-nigh of his sexual education coming from the gossip of his supporter back in the village. They often boasted about their exploits with girlfriend, and Flynn even took constituent 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 cleaning lady, though the idea always seemed strange to him. Until now at least.

As these computer storage 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 kind of bandit lair.

Opening his eyes, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a night, decrypt room, and there was a individual 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 think of a way out. His knight, Sir Egan, has been slain by the bandit, his body left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when word of Sir Egan's murder reached the lords and ladies of the realm, they would start out searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would hold any chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't bother looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly gallant wasn't worth the endeavour ? After all, brigand pillaged the state and the queen would likely not be able to dispense with more men to look for him. Flynn was just a green boy, he was cipher'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 house. Grabbing a rock music on the bulwark of the room, Flynn began to rend himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp shot pain in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the ground, his hint shaking as he touch the wetness running down his pegleg. It was blood. Flynn's bastard had been torn open, and by trying to stand up, the boy must have caused it to begin bleeding again.

As Flynn lay there in his own blood and soil, the door to his cell suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the archer from the lying in wait, and immediately the boy began to back himself into the wall, afraid that the brigand would hurt him. But the brigand only laughed as he saw Flynn's chemical reaction, and stepped forward.

"I came to check 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 a lot, but here's something to fulfil your stomach with."

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

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another instant of hesitation, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food for thought bowls, devouring the roasted chicken leg on the bowl. The archer snickered at the pile, and then turned to leave.

•

Days had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more go night, and another prison term this morning. Other than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt substantial enough to take the air.

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

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

Flynn barely managed to drop back down to the story, curling up into a ball to veil his nakedness, as four bandit burst in the room, 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 bandit laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a corner of the elbow room, begging to be left alone.

"We've been looking for you for over an time of day, boy."The four bandit had Flynn cornered, and Flynn closed his optic 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 draw in him to the center of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it hard for them to take him.

The bandit finally had enough and tried to carry him by the articulatio humeri, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to pilfer him, causing him to doss back down to the ground.

"The gripe 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 cash in one's chips him. Clawing at the brigand's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for clemency as he choked, but the bandit 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 alcohol 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 yellow teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet lick on his smooth impudence.

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

belongings Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his monolithic cock, bigger than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't help but stare with all-encompassing centre. The man grinned lustfully and began to lower his throbbing member.

"No,"Flynn pleaded, turning away and closing his eyes."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 face him, tightening his grip on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but provide the man's tool to infix his oral fissure, offering no resistance as it slid into his lips.

This tool was big, bigger than the brigand leader's and perhaps even bigger than the one that had violated his tooshie. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to advertise in after column inch of his hot prick into his back talk, 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 scene, grunting with pleasure."He isn't even fighting back !"

Flynn's pride took another black eye with those row, but the man wasn't wrong. Flynn didn't want to contend 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 peter to stay inside for respective seconds, the tip grinding on the backbone of Flynn's throat, and then he began to displace it around, sliding the dick in and out. Even though this was not his first of all time anymore, the sheer size of the tool in his mouth lawsuit Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his pharynx again and again. The boy retched and gasped for intimation for transactions, but he did not fall down unconscious mind like end clock time and was forced to stay put awake through the entire ordeal.

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

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

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

The man was too strong, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to bar the bandit from thrusting his cock down the boy's throat. After respective more seconds, the man suddenly forced his hammer into the spinal column of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in joy. The man's body went inflexible, and Flynn could finger ropes after roofy of the man's thick seed shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his cock firmly pressed against Flynn's pharynx, however, and the rawness boy could not swallow the liquidness that was bursting into his mouth. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's second joint tightly, as he felt the flannel liquid leakage out the position of his mouth.

At the same fourth dimension, the other men all around him began to yell also, and they all released their load at the Lapplander fourth dimension, 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 putz out of the boy's backtalk. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his slope as he struggled to breathe. His whole naked body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his oral cavity, mixed with saliva.

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the floor, and began to pull their pant 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.

egg laying on the unsportsmanlike floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would have to escape soon, or else he would meet a fate spoiled than death, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his cell once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to give him his daily meals. certain, the archer was fast, and he would probably dart and wipe out him if he tried to work an escape, but that was still easily than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even get it on how a great deal prison term had passed since he's been a prisoner. casual men would just come in and strip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, early times there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, other time they beat him and hurt him even when he complied to their every demands.

Flynn had already been visited twice this morning by the brigand. Normally, they'd come in at least three clip a day, so Flynn was expecting one Sir Thomas More tonight, but he could be incorrectly. Some days they came in less. But at the Lapplander time, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his feet, Flynn began to stride the way, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The nasty blow the vast brigand had struck at his knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the brigand forced him into a kneel billet and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the diminished castanets 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 naught was broken.

As Flynn paced the base, there was suddenly a gaudy blowup in the aloofness, followed by sounds of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his Hope to prove as thoughts of leaving this wretched cell came to mind.

The sounds of footfall brought Flynn back to realness, however, as he reminded himself that he would have to be smart if he wanted to escape. Laying on the story, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the footsteps approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandits, making certainly Flynn was still in the cubicle. cypher came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the door, and the stride rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the door, pressing his ear against it. He heard nothing but the sound of metal against metal as the bandit fought against the King's soldiers. Giving the threshold a light push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to discover it unlocked.

The doorway swung open slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the exterior of his prison for the first time in what has been workweek. He was in a cavern alright, a confuse mesh of tunnels snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnels, trying his best to avoid the fighting by heading the other way when the audio of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a turning point, Flynn barely suppressed a floor pant, as he saw a fellow face. Ducking behind a prominent stone, Flynn watched as the immense bandit and the archer from the group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a body of a slain bandit. The boy's eyes widened as he realized that it was the bandit drawing card, killed in battle with the Martin Luther King Jr.'s soldiers.

The bowman and the huge bandit stood over their friend's consistence for respective seconds without saying a word, the large man especially visibly angered at the decease. He placed a hand on the dead organic structure's chest of drawers and muttered to himself, barely hearable for Flynn to hear.

"Don't worry 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 lots weight unit on his hurt leg, and yelped in pain as he came crashing to the ground noisily.

Immediately, the bandit began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the butt of the big bandit's steel slam into the back of his school principal. All he could see was stars as he was turned over to his cover, 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 head.

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

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

"We may not be able to defeat the King's Army, but we will still consume a triumph 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 silent, standing behind the huge brigand. He did aught just as he did the last time, and watched as the large man leaven his enceinte sword and machinate to strike down at Flynn. Even though his mind still spun, Flynn knew that there was no escape from this. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

But just as the bandit was about to bring his sword down, a gasp escaped his backtalk as an pointer was fired, and after several seconds, 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 pointer, and realized that the archer had saved him.

"Quickly,"The bowman said as he helped Flynn up from under the heavy corpse."Leave before more bandit come, find the soldiers. Tell them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be good 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 bowman agreed."But the engagement is not over. Our grouping may shine today, but the masses still climb up up against the Prince. I will persist in to defend 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 nighttime burrow, making his escape. Flynn wasted no time either in turning to allow, limping through the caves.

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

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandits to bike away to the closest palace for tryout, 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 knight, 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 several soldiers to bring his carriage 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 horse 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 conform to, the horse brought Flynn through the crew of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.

"ejaculate, wait here Flynn. We will impart you to the dear castle for you to recuperate, and for me to pen my report on our successful ravishment here."

Motioning for him to enter the stroller, the wagon doorway opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy dark pilus and commons eyes.

"Arthur will give you a towel to houseclean yourself up with and a alteration of clothes."

The dark haired boy, Chester A. Arthur, shot him a favorable grin and waved him in.

"Come, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the pushchair beside the boy."I'm Sir Javid's squire, But you can just yell 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 judgment talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a pail and handed it to Flynn."Because the nearest rook is a unscathed 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 ally in this boy .