“ Let the guilty step forward."

Chains hung from Cameron's shackled radiocarpal joint and ankles, clanging against each other as his eubstance trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blonde hair had been cropped to no Thomas More than a crew cut style, and his apparel were sordid and torn from his imprisonment. His face was also smudged with dirt and scrapes, which made his bright aristocratic center stand out much more.

"Go on then,"The gruff sentry go behind him grunted, pushing him forward."It's time to present justice."

Stepping out of the vestige and into the luminosity of the courthouse, the Pres Young boy was immediately met with jeers and Bronx cheer from the crowd awaiting his sentencing. Harlan F. Stone were thrown his way, about missing, but some finding its mark. A I. F. Stone struck him square on the dresser as he walked, knocking the air out of him, and another clipped his forehead as he tried to re-start his approach, sending the boy sprawling to the ground as a gash appeared on his temple.

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

Stumbling forward, Cameron groggily continued his glide slope as blood trickled down onto his oculus, blinding his imaginativeness in one eye. Managing to make it to the center of the courtroom without being pelted by more stones, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his jurist seated at the luxuriously mesa, Cameron felt a wave of desperation and hopelessness rushing over him. There was no way these men would go comfortable on him, even if he had committed no crimes.

"God Almighty Cameron Eveur,"King Edwin thundered with his roar vocalization."You have been found guilty of treason and conspiring against your liege. The council has been gathered today to adjudicate on the appropriate punishment for you."

"I say we strip him of his lordship !"One of the eleven Dukes under King Edwin sneered."House Eveur is a small and relatively new sign of the zodiac. It does not give the account of older mansion like ours and will not be missed. landing strip him of his form of address and cede it to another noble family."

"It is done."top executive Edwin's loud interpreter came."Godhead Cameron Eveur, I hereby strip you and your family unit of all of your titles and lands, and any proviso that may arrive upon you through your formerly noble name."

Guards stepped forward as Cameron began to cry in despair. Unsympathetically, they roughly stripped him of his apparel, revealing the bruise that he had received from his captors over the past month. The shirt that bore the sigil of House Eveur and his trouser that bore the noble colors of his family were torn, stripped off the last surviving member of House Eveur. Left in only plain white undergarments, the young boy collapsed to his knee in binge and shame.

"planetary house Eveur is no more."Billie Jean Moffitt King Edwin declared."Let this be a warning to anyone who would dare think of raising their banners against their King."

"My King,"Another Duke chimed in."Raising banner against you is one thing, but the belated Duke Eveur did align himself also with the stalwart faction under the Jade Empress."

"That is beyond treason."Agreed a fat Duke."Not only did that action jeopardize our Kingdom, but also all the land of Ellyria. If the adulteress Empress is successful, one C of twelvemonth of independence and reign would be destroyed ! The Eveur boy deserves penalty for his father's dealings with that sorceress. Hang him or behead him, destruction is the but suitable penalisation for treason."

The crowd roared in approval at that prompting, and Cameron whimpered. end was not something the youthful boy was prepare for. Not yet.

"This is a sentencing."The Martin Luther King Jr. said."Surely we have all gathered here today knowing that last is the penalization suitable for our Maker Eveur's crimes. The doubt is, how should this boy die ?"

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

"Or even better,"The fat Duke looked pleased."We could break slight lord on the wheel. I'm surely many will savour hearing his brittle bones crack when we smash his pocket-sized body."

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

Hearing his pathetic war cry for mercy, the crowd only cheered forte and became more frantic. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the people nor the Maker saw reason, and the solely thing that would satiate them was seeing the blood of the traitor's son.

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

"I think we should all sedate down."lord Remington was an previous gentleman, thin figured and cleanly shaven."We can not let blind rage apart our vision, we must stay rational."

Cameron felt suddenly that there was just a lilliputian intimation of hope for him now, and he listened expectantly to every discussion that left noble Remington's mouth.

"The criminal offence of his father were horrendous, yes."Lord Remington continued to say. He had quite a lot of influence and was revered as smart man, so the other Dukes did also mind."But can we really find fault a son for who his father was ?"

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

"That is exactly right."Lord Remington replied, looking straight into Cameron's suddenly hopeful middle."Even if his father were the most vile and dishonest man I have ever met, I can not commit any blame on this young boy with a sack up conscience."

For as long as he had remembered, his father was the most solid and imposing man Cameron had ever known. The former lords respected him and came to him for advice, until the day he decided to ally himself with the hack Empress's vision for a unite and single Ellyria. Ever since then, his founding father had only been talked about as a salacious man who fell for the Jade Empress's abnormal charms. And normally, the rebuff and attacks on his father would make made the young boy furious, but Cameron was too afraid now to feel anything but hopeful for his life.

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

Cameron let his regard fall to the basis."Thirteen age, your highness."His natal day had come and gone during his days in the donjon, very surely his bad birthday ever.

"Only thirteen."Riley B King Edwin mused."Lord Remington is right, we will not vote down you."He looked to the thin Duke and they exchanged nods."But at the same prison term, we can not simply allow subversiveness to get off lightly."

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

"With his lands and championship stripped off him,"King Edwin bellowed."I proclaim you, Cameron, cast out from the Kingdom of Osailia ! You must go into exile, no longer will you relish the hospitality of the Kingdom your family has betrayed. You will roam the state, with aught to your name and not a penny to save you from thirst or thirst. Go now, and get out of my sight."

Cameron was stunned. When he realized that he wouldn't be executed, the untested boy thought that he would at to the lowest degree be capable to know a life similar to the one he has been living as a Duke's only son, perhaps as a Baroness Jackson of Lodsworth with another Almighty or reckoning somewhere in the land. But exile, exile was a death sentence, though it would just take longer, much a good deal longer.

Guards grabbed at his branch and dragged the boy away as the court was dismissed. Cameron had been too much in daze to pay any finical attention to anything, and everything around him seemed to go by in a fuzz. Soon however, Cameron quickly realized that he had not yet been dragged off in a caravan to be dropped off outside the realm's borders, but was alone in somebody's buck private chambers.

Observing his surround, Cameron realized that this had to have been one of the courthouse's many fancy adjustment, as the Dukes often had to gather for more than one day to deliberate on certain subject. His father used to do that, and had he not been stripped of his titles, Cameron would sustain done it too.

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

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

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

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

And yet, Lord Remington had been the one to salve his life. If the rumors were true, that did not make sense. Cameron, unsure of whether to rely his gut, decided that perhaps some rumor are just that after all : rumors.

"Thank you for saving my spirit today, Lord Remington."Cameron said again as the man walked in, past him, and sat himself down on the ornate bed at the head of the way."I-I know our crime syndicate haven't always agreed in the past times, but I can not deny that today I am indebted to you."

"Think not about it, my good boy. I did zip but do what I thought was right."He extended a hired man and beckoned Cameron to draw close."seed, little Cameron. Let me subscribe a good feel at you."

Hesitating for a second, Cameron decided that he should hear to the older man for now. Divine Remington did lay aside his aliveness after all. Stepping forward, Cameron stopped when he was standing just in front of the old man, a foot away from his wooden bed soma. The young boy was still naked save for his unmentionable and his body still bore the bruises and scrapes from his imprisonment. On his head, the gash had stopped bleeding but the origin was dried over, and so were the tears on his buttock.

Standing there, Cameron let Maker Remington's hands deem his little wound organic structure as the older man looked closely at him.

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

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

"Little Leo,"Lord Remington continued to say, his mitt suddenly beginning to thread around the young boy's bare torso, caressing each and every inch of his fluent hide."The Martin Luther King has ordered you into exile. I had tried to help you turn tail death before, but it seems his Highness was very determined to see you dead, which is something I can not give up to happen."

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

"And that is why I have called you here, to secern you that I have made special arranging for you. Tonight, you leave the Kingdom of Osailia not bound and gagged in a van, but in my own royal carriage. I will be traveling to the kingdom of Xeca for official business, you will move around there with me. There, you will come in into the service of process of House Darcy, one of the largest and most hefty duchies that region."

Cameron thought about that and frowned. It was good tidings, of course, but the young boy was now suspicious of right circumstances."W-Will I be safe there ?"

"You will."Lord Remington's hired man hovered at the waistcloth of his unmentionable as he smiled crookedly."Do not vex, I have made deals that will insure your safety."

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

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

Before Cameron could even respond, Lord Remington pulled down his undergarments, letting it drop down to his articulatio talocruralis. Now fully nude and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his back talk open, unsure of what to do. The older man's eyes meanwhile had grown wide of the mark with starve and lechery, savoring each and every detail of Cameron's barely pubescent cock.

"You truly are something, aren't you ?"He muttered softly under his breath, as his hands went around back to grok firmly on Cameron's tight round of golf butt.

The boy nearly jumped in surprise when he felt those dank old hands on his bare butt, but he knew he couldn't stop Maker Remington. And so, he let the old man fondle his now naked consistency, standing there awkwardly and unsure of what to do. Sure, he knew what sex was, and that it would feel good if a woman touched him in his privates. But was it supposed to feel goodness too when a man touched him there ? Doubts continued to cloud and occupy the Brigham Young boy's mind, at least until Divine Remington's hands finally reached his genitalia.

Cameron let out a subdued moan of delight as a perfumed genius nipped at his member, and suddenly all the uncertainty and doubts that was on his psyche disappeared. No longer was Cameron unsure of what was going on ; he just didn't care anymore. Now all he wanted was for God Almighty Remington not to stop.

"You like that don't you ?"The older man asked as he began to stroke up and down on Cameron's slam, sending tingle of pleasure through the boy's trunk every time his finger rubbed the glans."I can see that. Here, let me piss it even better."

By now, Cameron's little penis had grown hard to its full length of barely five inch, throbbing unvoiced with all the teenaged vigor only young men knew of. Leaning forward, lord Remington opened his back talk and took the good length of Cameron's gruelling peter into his backtalk. It was a quick, wet, and sloppy feeling. The young boy didn't quite know how to describe it, but the tender knife slurping against his barely teenaged pecker did feel quite dear, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few minutes of this, Cameron felt a weird sensation edifice at the al-Qa'ida of his member, and as Divine Remington suckled him while holding him close and compressed, Cameron felt the champion of ecstasy erupt from his dick. It was a dry orgasm, since Cameron did not yet produce semen. The boy shuddered in pleasure as his hips began to instinctively thrust forward into the erstwhile man's backtalk, moaning in pleasance as he did so.

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

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

"That's okay, child."He said as a wicked smile banquet across his thin back talk."But now, I think there's something you can do for me to attain me feel really good."

Lord Remington pulled down his trouser and revealed his own hard shot. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a inch big than Cameron's own. But unlike the youthful boy's Godhead Remington's member was a fully developed and adult cock, which was both veiny and loggerheaded unlike Cameron's own. His testicles too had descended fully, and his scrotum was saggy and wrinkly.

Prompted by God Almighty Remington, Cameron got down to his knee as the old man spread his legs apart, giving the boy more than access to the throbbing cock."Suck it,"commanded Lord Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the sight of the old man's erect phallus, the youth boy knew that he really should do as the old Lord said if he really cared for his own eudaimonia. After all, Lord Remington was the lone reason Cameron was active right now. If he displeased the older man in any way, Lord Remington could always take out his sustenance for Cameron and the young boy would quickly regain his heading on a pike.

Trying not to appear uncomfortable, Cameron lowered his head and took the old cock into his sass. His firstly thoughts was that it tasted quite salty and nauseating than he could make ever expected. And yet, Cameron fought against his own repulsion and continued to swallow the turncock into his mouthpiece, until he felt the very tip touching the back of his throat.

Initially, learning to suck cock was hell for Cameron. He found himself gagging every clock time the tip pressed against his throat, and he was also having difficulty coordinating his ventilation through the nose while a man's cock remained accommodate firmly inside his sass. Luckily for him, however, Lord Remington was dim to anger and kind enough to guide the unseasoned boy step by dance step through his number 1 time sucking a man's hammer, until Cameron no longer felt as uncomfortable as before.

In just a few moment, Cameron was expertly bobbing his drumhead up and down on lord Remington's throbbing gibe, his Thomas Young pink brim enveloping every inch of the old man's cock with its warm, wet candy kiss. And before long, the old Lord soon began to become lost in pleasure and ecstasy as he began to thrust upward into Cameron's mouth, becoming increasingly more delirious with his thrusting until finally, the old man came.

Cameron had never tasted ejaculate before, let alone see it with his own two optic. And yet without warning him, Lord Remington erupted into the depths of the boy's mouth. midst, sticky Mexican valium of cum came spurting up into his throat, causing the boy to reflexively get out away and get coughing to try to get it all out.

"Are you okay ?"Lord Remington asked with a half laugh."Perhaps I should birth warned you. It is your first base time after all."

"I'm fine."Cameron gasped. Though he was kind of sickened, and perhaps disgusted, Cameron once again knew better than to say it out loud to Lord Remington.

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

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

Suddenly, there was a rap on the door and Lord Remington got to his groundwork.

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

And so, the former overlord Cameron Eveur, final of his dishonored family, watched the old Creator Remington leave. A bath had been drawn for him, and as he stepped over to the bathtub and touched the weewee, he found that it was warm, just like it used to be before all of this happened.

The untested boy hadn't had a bathroom in a completely month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the warm water to lap all the dirt of his soundbox. The water felt terrific on his soundbox, and he knew he should really get himself cleaned up if he was going to be traveling to another kingdom. Especially if he was going to be serving another House there.

service wasn't something that the former boy lord was used to doing ; it was in fact he who'd have 12 of servants tending to him. But if it was what he'd have to do to annul dying a horrific death, then Cameron would pack it.

••••••••••••

For the past month, Cameron had been kept in a constant body politic of uncertainty about his fortune, as his captors had kept him in Chain inside the depths of their dungeons. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his spirit every single day and never once stopped being scared. His Fatherhood was abruptly, his abruptly body paraded around, and his baby were deflowered, raped and flap to death before his very eyes. Cameron remembered locking eyes with one of his sisters as the men raped her, and he had been very certain that at that consequence, she was already suddenly from the blunt military group injury inflicted on her. And yet, those men just kept on pounding away at her virgin pussy.

It had been terrifying, feeling like you were all alone in this world. The merely people that Cameron knew he could trust was his kinsfolk, and they were all gone. His servant must've been slaughtered too when the soldiers came rushing in, and for all he knew, no one that Cameron knew was still alert. The lonesomeness and fear was paralyzing.

But now, with the shrewd Lord Remington on his side and looking only for what was best for him, it felt like Cameron wasn't all alone anymore. There was still mortal out there watching out for him, someone on his incline who he could put his faith in and trust. And that was not something Cameron wanted to lose, not ever, no matter what the old lord wanted him to do.

"How do you find ?"Lord Remington asked as they sat inside the plush and well furnished go-cart.

After Cameron had cleaned himself up while waiting in Lord Remington's room, he had taken a few minutes to look at himself naked in a mirror. He considered what Almighty Remington had done to him, sucking on his private parts, and how it had felt. And then he thought about how the old Lord, who could have got any of the most beautiful women in the realm if he so desired, was attracted to him and seemed to really want him.

It was almost like having a sudden sexual awakening or an Epiphany of some sorting. Before, Cameron had never thought of himself as attractive, not as he was now. Men were supposed to be big and strong, whereas Cameron was smaller and only packed a tilt muscular frame at the very most. But apparently, there was an charm to that, as evident by how Lord Remington tenderly caressed his firm body and cupped his lowly can cheeks.

Cameron went to sleep after that. The very intellection that his boyish flavour could be appealing to older men made him giddy, and he was only awakened by Lord Remington much later in the evening when he told the boy that it was prison term to go. And so, Cameron quickly dressed himself in the garments of a page boy that was laid out for him, and hurried to stick to Lord Remington to the awaiting carriage.

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

The inside of the passenger car was large, probably the heavy bearing Cameron had ever been in before. His family was a minor and unimportant one compared to lord Remington's ancient household, and so his male parent never did ride around in go for carriage like this one, where there was a whole mattress that could fit four or five people easily to slumber on.

"Do you like it ?"Maker Remington asked, noticing the youthful boy marveling at his carriage.

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

Almighty Remington laughed and set himself down on the mattress, patting the slur beside him to receive the young boy to sit next to him."ejaculate on, you don't want to be standing when we start moving. It can get rather bumpy."

And so Cameron heeded the old Lord's warning and sat down beside him. But the moment he sat down next to Lord Remington, the old man put one arm around the youth, ruffling his light favorable hairs as he inched closer to the boy.

"You know, you're going to ingest to start getting used to talking to citizenry differently. You're not Duke Eveur anymore, you're a page named Cameron whose parents sold you into servitude under me. No last names, nothing about your retiring life."

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

"And that means you're going to feature to learn to start calling people by their earmark statute title. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘ Yes, my Lord ’, or ‘ No, my Creator ’. Understand ?"

"Oh."Cameron suddenly realized that he indeed wasn't a Godhead anymore, and had no rightfield to talk to one in such a passing manner."O-Of course, my Lord."He bowed his mind, breaking eye inter-group communication with Jehovah Remington."My apologies."

"Ah, there's no need for any of that now,"Lord Remington smiled."I was just letting you know so you'll understand how things have to be not to blow your cover from now on. When there are people around, of course you'll have to address me as a Divine, as all page male child have to deal Dukes."He squeezed his arm around Cameron affectionately."But when we're alone together, piddling Leo, you can prognosticate me anything you'd like. outset names even."

Cameron smiled back at the sight of master Remington's smile. The young boy had almost forgotten this tactile sensation, of what it felt like to have someone he could entrust, a close friend he knew wouldn't betray him and would keep him safe.

Lord Remington's manus had come up to Cameron's impertinence by now, and he was softly stroking the boy's smooth, milky skin as he gazed into his sapphire blue heart. There was something in those center that Cameron saw, a want, a desire, and Cameron knew that it was he that the old Lord wanted. As if to let Jehovah Remington know it was okay, Cameron smiled at him and nodded.

At once, the old man's eyes had closed, the smuggled educatee disappearing behind his eyelids, and he leaned forward. Cameron by now understood what was happening, and though he was nervous and didn't know much how to react to the Lord's advances, decided to allow God Almighty Remington to make his way. It was the least he could do for his Good Shepherd and benefactor.

Both the old man's hands held his look as their rim met, and Lord Remington's kiss became increasingly passionate as he attempted to draw his tongue into the boy's mouth. Cameron, meanwhile, who was totally inexperient with such adult subject, merely sat still on the mattress, eyes wide opened. He did not know how to respond or react, or how to even kiss back.

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

"Lay down and take off your clothes."He instructed as he got to his base and unfastened his buckle."We won't need it, not tonight."

Knowing what the Duke wanted, Cameron slipped off his new page's dress until he was left in only his undergarments, and then grinned as he made eye striking with the elderly man as he slowly pulled it off to give away his nakedness. overlord Remington had by now taken off his plaid shirt and lowered his trouser too, but the older master was unable to lead his centre off the boy's bared physical structure the entire time.

Cameron smirked a minuscule as he saw that Lord Remington's erection was already at entire attention. He was now suddenly finding himself quite enjoying the boyish appeal that he had on honest-to-god men, and couldn't wait to see what he wanted from him.

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

He watched as Lord Remington got on the mattress, a athirst look on his face as Cameron laid sprawled out under him, looking up at the old Lord with a curious looking and uneasy grin. If the boy had to be honest, he was nervous, unsure of what was going to happen. And yet, when he looked up at the old man who towered over him on the bed, he knew it would all be alright.

"Just relax."He said again."You trust me, right ?"

Cameron looked up at him with his barren blue eyes, sparkling and gleaming with all the trustfulness of a shaver."Yes."

A gleeful smiling came over Lord Remington's typeface as he straddled the immature boy's body. Cameron simply laid back and let him snap up his thin calves, raising them up to lie over his articulatio humeri. This movement of his legs spread his little buns cheeks open slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a little uncomfortable at first."God Almighty Remington said, as one hand caressed Cameron's smooth, slenderize second joint. His other hand was gripping the base of his put up cock as he took aim."But it'll flavour good after you get used to it. I promise."

Immediately Cameron felt imperativeness against his anal opening as the old Lord pressed his tip against his small muddle. It was too pissed, however, his gap was too small for entry, and the youth boy began to make a face ever so slightly as his sphincter pushed back against the intruding object.

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

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

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

"I-I'm trying."

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

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

master Remington, though, did not let up, and continued to iron his penis head against Cameron's small hole."Just hold on for a piece more, picayune Leo. It'll smell good soon."

Cameron let out a yip as the Duke thrusted his hips forward hard, causing his tip to almost barely slue inside of him. There was no way they were going to get anywhere like this, but for some understanding, the old noble did seem to be enjoying himself even if he were just rubbing his penis against the boy's hairless and smooth hole.

"It just won't fit."Cameron tried to say again."You're too big."

He saw the formula on the old Duke's nerve change, and for a endorsement Cameron thought he had actually managed to convince Lord Remington to quit trying to get across him. The insistency against anus eased up for a endorse, which gave Cameron some time to respire. But in the true, lord Remington was only taking this time to get a bettor hold on the boy to thrust into him. Cameron felt the Duke's hands go to his shoulders, holding him in billet, before thrusting his coxa forward in one hard push.

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

Never before had he thought that a foreign object would inscribe his body sexually ; that happened only to cleaning woman, and the feeling of having something so intrusive lodged inside of him so suddenly felt like nothing he could describe.

The Duke seemed pleased however, smiling down at him and stroking his cheek as he muttered something about Cameron being really tight. Before long, lord Remington's hips had begun to move again, rocking back and Forth River as he drove his penis in and out of Cameron.

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

"Oh !"

Cameron felt string after string of cum photograph interior of his anal canal, filling and flooding his belittled hole with adult semen as the Duke pumped his total warhead straight into the boy's rear. It felt ... warm, and intimate. seed from inside of the old Lord had just been deposited heterosexual interior of Cameron's own bastard, and as they remained there joined together as one for several minute in the wake of noble Remington's orgasm, Cameron knew he had never felt closer to anyone before, not like this.

"Cameron ..."Lord Remington whispered as he pulled out of the boy, collapsing down on the bed next to him.

The blonde haired boy remained there on the bed, looking back at the old Duke as cum oozed out of his stretch along anal opening move. He had just been used, taken like a toy by this man, and yet Cameron did not feel tempestuous or ashamed. How could the boy be angry at Lord Remington, the only one he had left in this domain ?

And so they lay together on the bed, nude and panting from their rather vigorous travail. While the aged Lord slept soundly, glowing in his postal service orgasmic euphoria, Cameron could not obtain a way to conclude his eyes, to hold on the thoughts from racing in his brain. Was doing this right field ? Letting the old Duke get his way with him like that ? He loved the old Creator now, of course, but did Lord Remington care for him the like way too ? Or was he just the man's plaything ?

Cameron eventually managed to stem the constant flow of view in his mind, finding that seeing Lord Remington so well-chosen was Worth it, and what they did wasn't so bad. And so, Cameron finally allowed himself to close his eyes and ramble off to sleep on the plush mattress bed while the carriage continued traveling through the night .