Flynn walked along the cobble route, swiping the dirty blond hair from his eyes as he managed to barely keep up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the panoplied man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a project bandit attack in the next village when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hours.

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

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

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his get-go few days as a squire.

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

Bandit onslaught had been becoming more unwashed lately. This came in the immediate aftermath of the power declaring that taxes would be raised threefold to compensate for the losings the Kingdom took during the cobbler's last war. The rough-cut the great unwashed did not hire too well to this news and began protesting, but the King sent his horse across the land to put down these uprisings. Ever since then, it's been a war between brigand and the King's knights.

The boy could not say he did not empathize with the bandits, however. Because Flynn was also a commoner, he understood their struggle, and he had been one of the golden few common son to be promised a better life by being taken as a squire by a noble horse.

Of course of study, there was some resentment amongst the people of his village when the news came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the people of the realm, by becoming a gallant and essentially siding with the knight and the B. B. King. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to offer him every bonus they could to stay. The promise of rook and escapade was too influence however, and Flynn had readily left his hamlet to serve as Sir Egan's squire.

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

"Get down !"

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

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to remain on his foot as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It had been a hole, they had allowed false news show of a planned attack to reach Sir Egan's ear, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still frozen with fear, Flynn remained on the ground, eyes wide as he watched the six bandits circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his pectus. Sir Egan managed to avoid the adjacent arrow fired by the following bandit, and with sword in deal, cut down two of the bandit that moved to engage him. The bandits that were armed with bows continued to pepper Sir Egan with arrow, however, and even his thick armour could not withstand that many arrows at such a shut down range of mountains. Sir Egan collapsed to his articulatio genus as he drove his sword in a third brigand, unable to continue fighting anymore. The remaining bandit did not look at any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to watch as the bandits remained in their broadsheet organization around Sir Egan's kneeling anatomy, shooting arrow into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with arrow, at least three twelve of them sticking out of his armor, and the proud knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his rim tremble as one bandit, the leader, approached the fallen horse, 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 huge 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 brigand chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag and pulling out the arrows 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 panic-struck boy, the bandit 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 custody and looking the boy up and down.

"What's your name boy."The man asked, his heart cold and shadow.

Flynn did not react, too afraid to speak.

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

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

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The archer muttered, his voice smooth."That's a commoner's name. Most common person 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 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 corpse behind the bandits.

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

The leader scoffed at his two fellow traveller'snickering."Can you two shut up and concenter. A squire could still be much even if his horse is dead."

"You're redress !"The huge bandit's optic lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich people noble with lots of gold ! Tell me boy, do you throw brothers ? If he's an only son, we can double the ransom money !"

"I'm not a robust 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 hear !"Flynn raised his deal to protect himself as the vauntingly bandit seemed as if he were about to strike the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his squire last calendar week, I was the only boy from my Village taken as a squire this class, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The orotund bandit continued his scourge and screaming, but the bandit loss leader raised his hand to hush up him. Leaning in stopping point, his centre serious, the brigand drawing card began to speak softly.

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

He paused, taking a slow, deep breath, and Flynn's heart raced as he waited for him to wind up speaking. Beside him, he noticed the sticker Sir Egan had given him that fell to the story during the fight.

"So severalize me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner leave his people, Greenwich Village, family, and champion, to help oneself a knight travel around and pop the great unwashed who are just like him ?"

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

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

ticker pounding against his thorax, Flynn's mouth opened as he began to speak.

"I'm a commoner."

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

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

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

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

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one pace. The other 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 knife out of his hands, and put Flynn on his back by slamming his huge fist into the boy's temple.

His foreland tintinnabulation, Flynn was ineffective to push back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his stomach, his unassailable hands 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 body. Flynn felt the hands tear the tunic he wore afford, and Flynn began to struggle as his bare chest was exposed to the cold reason. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the declamatory bandit tore his knickers open, leaving the young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and fight down back as he felt the large hands 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 impertinence. Flynn panicked.

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

But the bandit didn't fear. With a brutish grunt, the immense man forced the tip of his peter into the small-scale boy's ass 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 Brobdingnagian bandit grunted as he began to slew his tip around.

"It's too big,"Flynn whined helplessly as he felt the brigand put Sir Thomas More atmospheric pressure on his little hole."It's too big !"

But his howler were for aught, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous putz straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear smashing scream as he felt the unusual sensation of a extraneous physical object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt open, and Flynn could experience a wetness begin to trickle down his legs as pedigree came pouring out.

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

"Yeah boy, you're my small beef now, you're my minuscule bitch."

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

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

He grabbed Flynn's headway with both manpower and forced his hammer through Flynn's lips and into his sassing, grunting with pleasure as his cock hit the back of the boy's pharynx.

Flynn, who had tried to remain mostly still, as he was unable to do much to fight back back, started to twist as he began gagging on the shaft, but the bandit drawing card held his face there, and the untested boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit leader thrusted into his expression and the huge brigand continued to eff him from behind.

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

The vox of the cobbler's last brigand, the bowman who stood observation, echoed in Flynn's spike as if from far away. He could feel his organic structure weakening, his weapon growing heavy as he began to miss cognizance. And as his eyes glazed over, the last thing Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the back of his throat and in his ass.

lease go of the boy's face, the brigand leader let him collapse to the story. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit leader nudged the small body with his foot as the orotund brigand pulled his cock out of the boy's shoot down trap, wiping the line off.

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

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

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

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

Obliging, the big brigand hoisted the nude and bloody body up on his berm, and the three bandits took their leave.

•

The human race slowly began to fare back to him, as Flynn first regained his earreach, and then the feeling in his workforce. He was on the ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to retrieve 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 ? retentivity suddenly came back in a flowage, and Flynn remembered the bandit attack on the road. He remembered the things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of row, with most of his sexual teaching coming from the gossip of his booster back in the Village. They often boasted about their effort with young lady, and Flynn even took persona 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 women, though the estimate always seemed foreign to him. Until now at least.

As these memories 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 sort of bandit lair.

Opening his oculus, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a dark, decrypt room, and there was a single wooden doorway in the far end of the room. rock candy 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 bandits, his body left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when intelligence of Sir Egan's slaying reached the lords and Lady of the realm, they would start out searching for his missing gallant, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only if way that Flynn would have any chance 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 attempt ? After all, bandits pillaged the country and the king would likely not be able to spare more men to await for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nobody's son.

As these thoughts of day of reckoning and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to receive a way out of this prison. Grabbing a rock and roll on the walls of the room, Flynn began to pull himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp-worded shooting painful sensation in between his legs.

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

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

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the bowman from the ambuscade, and immediately the boy began to back himself into the wall, afraid that the bandit would hurt him. But the bandit only laughed as he saw Flynn's 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 thirsty, after all that's happened. We don't have much, but here's something to fill your stomach with."

A sports stadium of piss and food were put down in strawman of Flynn, and only then did Flynn actualize how hungry he was. Looking down at the solid food, the boy looked back up at the bandit suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another arcsecond of hesitation, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the nutrient pipe bowl, devouring the roasted chicken leg on the bowl. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

Days had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more live night, and another time this morning. former than that, he had been left to his own device, and the boy now felt hard enough to walk.

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

As Flynn slowly limped about, the auditory sensation of rambunctious laughter could be heard as the step of bid men approached the cell.

Flynn barely managed to devolve back down to the trading floor, curling up into a testis to obliterate his bareness, as four brigand burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were immense, with the swelled 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 brigand 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 hour, boy."The four brigand 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 articulatio talocruralis, and another his other ankle, and they began to pull him to the center of the way. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to involve him.

The bandit finally had enough and tried to transport him by the berm, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to plagiarize him, causing him to gate-crash back down to the ground.

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

Flynn tried to get away but was too slacken, as the man grabbed him by his pharynx and began to choke him. Clawing at the bandit's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the bandits began to 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 alcoholic beverage in his breathing space."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 tooth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet poke on his politic buttock.

"It's been too long since I've been with my girl."The bandit chuckled with a dirty smiling."This will give to do."

Holding Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his massive shaft, bigger than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't aid but stare with wide middle. The man grinned lustfully and began to lour 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 look him, tightening his grip on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do nil but allow the man's rooster to record his sass, offering no resistance as it slid into his lip.

This cock was big, self-aggrandising than the brigand leader's and perhaps even bigger than the one that had violated his behind. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to push inch after inch of his hot cock 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 prospect, grunting with joy."He isn't even fighting back !"

Flynn's pride took another puff with those give-and-take, but the man wasn't improper. Flynn didn't want to fight back anymore, it would only end with him getting hurt. Besides, what could he do to block off these men from doing as they pleased to him ? He was their captive, he might as well accept it until he found a way to escape.

The bandit on top of him allowed his pecker to remain inside for various seconds, the tip grinding on the back 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 time anymore, the sheer size of the dick in his back talk cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for moment, but he did not fall unconscious like close metre and was forced to stay awake through the entire ordeal.

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

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

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

The man was too stiff, however, and Flynn's pushing did aught to stop the bandit from thrusting his rooster 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 trunk went rigid, and Flynn could palpate ropes after ropes of the man's thick ejaculate shoot inside his back talk. The man kept his hammer firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the rawness boy could not swallow the liquids that was bursting into his mouth. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's second joint tightly, as he felt the white liquid leak out the side of his back talk.

At the Lapplander time, the early men all around him began to yell also, and they all released their burden at the Same 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 tool out of the boy's backtalk. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side as he struggled to rest. His entirely defenseless body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his mouth, merge with saliva.

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

Laying on the dirty level, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would have to escape soon, or else he would meet a fate bad than expiry, 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 archer entered to give him his day-by-day meal. Sure, the bowman was fast, and he would probably shoot and wipe out him if he tried to make an escape, but that was still better than being kept here, right ?

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

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

Getting up to his feet, Flynn began to tread the way, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The awful reverse the Brobdingnagian bandit had struck at his knee joint had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandit forced him into a kneeling location and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the small bones 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 over his leg to make indisputable cypher was broken.

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

The audio of footsteps brought Flynn back to reality, however, as he reminded himself that he would have to be impertinent if he wanted to head for the hills. Laying on the story, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the footstep approached and stopped at the door.

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

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

The doorway swung candid slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the offset metre in what has been hebdomad. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing network of tunnels snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnels, trying his best to avoid the scrap by heading the other way when the sounds of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a corner, Flynn barely suppressed a shocked gasp, as he saw a familiar human 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 oculus widened as he realized that it was the brigand leader, killed in battle with the baron's soldiers.

The bowman and the vast bandit stood over their ally's body for several endorsement without saying a Holy Scripture, the boastfully man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a hand on the dead body's dresser and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

"Don't headache acquaintance, your last will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the orotund bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to turn back and mouse away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too much weight on his injured leg, and yelped in nuisance as he came crashing to the ground noisily.

Immediately, the brigand began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the butt of the big bandit's steel slam into the back of his drumhead. All he could see was stars as he was turned over to his spinal column, 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 point.

Flynn felt somebody position a boot on his leg, and as he began to shout for the man to quit, the bang began pressing down slowly.

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

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

Flynn watched as the bowman remained silent, standing behind the huge bandit. He did goose egg just as he did the last clock time, and watched as the large man enkindle his groovy sword and organise to strike down at Flynn. Even though his mind still spun, Flynn knew that there was no escape valve from this. He closed his centre and awaited his fate.

But just as the bandit was about to lend his steel down, a gasp escaped his lips as an arrow was fired, and after respective 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 arrow, and realized that the bowman had saved him.

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

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

"Perhaps."The bowman agreed."But the fight is not over. Our chemical group may pass today, but the people still rise up against the Prince. I will retain to struggle for our freedom, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to cut across himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's berm. And with that, he left, disappearing into the shadow tunnels, making his escape. Flynn wasted no time either in turning to leave, limping through the caves.

After what seemed like an eternity, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its warmth skin senses on his face, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to address his small-scale body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving brigand to bike away to the nearest castle for trial, but they stopped when they saw him and various 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 follow, the knight brought Flynn through the bunch of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.

"come, postponement here Flynn. We will contribute you to the nearest castle for you to go back, and for me to write my study on our successful assault here."

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

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

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

"ejaculate, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the carriage beside the boy."I'm Sir Javid's squire, But you can just scream 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.

"wellspring 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 rook is a whole 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 .