Squire Flynn's Adventures
BoyFlynn walked along the cobbled road, swiping the dirty blond hair's-breadth from his eyes as he managed to barely maintain up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the panoplied man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a planned bandit flack in the adjacent Village when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the route for hours.
"My water system, boy."Sir Egan said, his voice raspy.
Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the bottle out of his bag and handed it to the knight. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started other than most male child did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's selection in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too small to be able-bodied to serve him in his knightly tariff effectively. It was genuine, with his small frame, Flynn was smaller than nigh boys his age, though he never did get picked on back home. His hands were still smooth and pelt pale as his parents never had him do any manual working class, and many said that he would not be fit for the animation of a squire.
Flynn, however, had enjoyed his first 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 attacks had been becoming more mutual lately. This came in the immediate aftermath of the Rex declaring that taxes would be raised double to even out for the losses the realm took during the go war. The common people did not make too well to this news and began protesting, but the top executive sent his horse across the region to put down these rebellion. Ever since then, it's been a war between brigand and the King's knights.
The boy could not say he did not sympathize with the bandits, however. Because Flynn was also a commoner, he understood their struggles, and he had been one of the lucky few commons male child to be promised a better life by being taken as a gallant by a noble horse.
Of course, there was some resentment amongst the citizenry 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 squire and essentially siding with the knights and the magnate. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to offer him every incentive they could to rest. The promise of castle and adventures was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his small town to dish up 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 eyes. ineffectual to see properly, Flynn squinted at the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree as he thought he saw apparent movement in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, 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 floor. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of pointer, but Sir Egan was struck by the rest of them, four pointer now sticking out of his breastplate.
Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to stay on his metrical unit as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the trees. It had been a hole, they had allowed traitorously newsworthiness of a planned attack to gain Sir Egan's ears, and then planned an ambuscade on the route. Still wintry with veneration, Flynn remained on the ground, eyes wide as he watched the six bandit circle Sir Egan.
Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his chest. Sir Egan managed to invalidate the next arrow fired by the next brigand, and with sword in hand, cut down two of the brigand that moved to rent him. The bandits that were armed with bowknot continued to pelt Sir Egan with arrows, however, and even his thick armour could not withstand that many arrow at such a stuffy chain of mountains. Sir Egan collapsed to his human knee as he drove his blade in a third brigand, unable to stay fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not ingest any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to watch as the bandits remained in their broadsheet formation around Sir Egan's kneeling figure, shooting pointer into his limp body.
Eventually, Sir Egan's trunk was riddled with pointer, at least three dozen of them sticking out of his armour, and the majestic horse slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his lips tremble 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 fifth ?"Another, a huge man asked.
"Eighth."The bandit loss leader corrected.
"Wow, you sure are making a epithet for yourself. Soon, they'll be calling you the knight-slayer."
The bandits chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag and pulling out the arrows in his body. They needed the supplying, Flynn knew, and had to scavenge hard for every arrow they had.
"Hey, what about the boy there ?"
As if suddenly noticing the frightened boy, the bandit turned their attending to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his eyes as the bandit leader knelt down, taking his chin in his work force and looking the boy up and down.
"What's your name boy."The man asked, his optic cold and dark.
Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.
"Answer the boss when he's speaking to you boy !"The boastfully bandit yelled, raising his with child 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 name is Flynn."
"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his articulation smooth."That's a commoner's figure. to the highest degree commoners don't locomotion 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.
"full point it."The bandit loss leader said."Let's hear what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a gallant ?"
Flynn nodded, glancing at Sir Egan's corpse behind the bandits.
"Wrong."The bowman snickered."You were a squire, not anymore."
The leader scoffed at his two companions'snickering."Can you two shut up and focus. A gallant could still cost much even if his horse is dead."
"You're right field !"The huge bandit's middle lighted up."He's probably the son of some fat Lord with lots of gold ! severalise me boy, do you have blood brother ? If he's an only son, we can double the ransom !"
"I'm not a rich man's son."Flynn muttered timidly, interrupting the brigand'conversation."I-I'm just another boy, a commoner."
The brigand grew flustered as he spoke.
"A nookie commoner ? You liar !"
"No, no please hear !"Flynn raised his hand to protect himself as the prominent bandit seemed as if he were about to strike the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his squire net week, I was the only boy from my village taken as a squire this year, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."
The large bandit continued his terror and screaming, but the bandit drawing card raised his hand to silence him. Leaning in closing curtain, his centre sober, the bandit leader began to speak softly.
"You can not be a common man, because, no topic which backwater small town you're from, you've had to have heard of what's going on between us bandit and the knights."
He paused, taking a slow, late breath, and Flynn's essence raced as he waited for him to eat up oral presentation. Beside him, he noticed the obelisk Sir Egan had given him that fell to the floor during the fight.
"So enjoin me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner exit his citizenry, Village, house, and supporter, to serve a knight travel around and belt down people who are just like him ?"
Flynn's oral fissure opened and closed, at a departure for words.
"Speak only the truth now, boy."The bowman said."Are you a imposing small fry, or are you a commoner ?"
nub 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 mitt grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to turn tail."You left your own the great unwashed to fight for the king ? Traitor ! Coward !"
Flynn grasped blindly at where he saw the knife before, and finally felt it in his hands, and screamed as he stabbed out at the huge bandit blindly. The bandit yelled in surprise, pulling his hand backward and releasing Flynn.
"A dagger !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his invertebrate foot and began to gimp away in the confusion."A screw dagger !"
The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one step. The other two brigand watched as Flynn struggled with their huge supporter 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 rachis by slamming his vast fist into the boy's temple.
His head ringing, Flynn was unable to fight back as he felt he bandit wrick him over on his breadbasket, his strong helping hand holding him down.
"You want to vote out me too, huh ? You traitor !"
The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's small body. Flynn felt the hands tear the tunica he wore open, and Flynn began to struggle as his bare breast was exposed to the low temperature ground. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the big brigand tore his knickers open, leaving the Young boy naked on the ground.
"Maybe this will teach you."
Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the large custody grope at his smooth, picket butt roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His pleas fell on deaf auricle, however, as he felt a throbbing rod slide between his butt cheeks. Flynn panicked.
"Wait, wait !"He screamed into the air.
But the bandit didn't care. With a bestial grunt, the Brobdingnagian man forced the tip of his dick into the small boy's ass trap, and immediately Flynn knew that it wouldn't fit.
"Please !"He clawed at the dirt."It hurts !"
"Oh I bet you like it, don't you boy ?"The huge bandit grunted as he began to slue his tip around.
"It's too big,"Flynn whined helplessly as he felt the bandit put more atmospheric pressure on his trivial hole."It's too big !"
But his screams were for zip, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, tremendous cock straight into the boy's ass yap. Flynn let out a ear shattering scream as he felt the strange sensation of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his hindquarters open, and Flynn could feel a wetness Menachem Begin to trickle down his legs as blood came pouring out.
The stock didn't seem to unsettle the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the young boy, and Flynn began writhing in pain in the neck as he felt the strange object pushing in and out roughly.
"Yeah boy, you're my little bitch now, you're my lilliputian bitch."
Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as botheration shot through his diminished body, ineffectual to fight back. As if matter weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure appear in front of him, another large, veiny cock coming into view.
"Open up kid, nice and wide."The bandit leader said, an malevolent grinning plastered on his brass.
He grabbed Flynn's head with both hands and forced his cock through Flynn's lips and into his mouth, grunting with joy as his cock hit the cover of the boy's pharynx.
Flynn, who had tried to remain mostly still, as he was unable to do much to struggle back, started to wriggle as he began gagging on the cock, but the brigand leader held his human face there, and the Danton True Young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit leader thrusted into his side and the huge bandit continued to fuck him from behind.
"C'mon man, the boy can't breathe."
The articulation of the last-place brigand, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's ears as if from far away. He could finger his body weakening, his limb growing heavy as he began to lose consciousness. And as his eyes glazed over, the last affair Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the backrest of his throat and in his ass.
lease go of the boy's facial expression, the bandit leader let him crumple to the trading floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit leader nudged the minor physical structure with his fundament as the large bandit pulled his cock out of the boy's shoot down hole, wiping the parentage off.
"I think he's dead."The large man snorted as he pulled his bloomers up.
"No he's not."The bandit leader said as he eyed the bowman.
"Then we should realize him dead."The brutish man said dumbly, and the bandit leader rolled his eyes.
"No, no, we don't have to kill everyone we meet. snaffle his body and carry him along with us, we could use him."
Obliging, the big bandit hoisted the nude and bloody consistency up on his shoulders, and the three bandits took their leave.
•
The world slowly began to follow back to him, as Flynn first regained his hearing, and then the feeling in his hired man. He was on the undercoat, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to regain all of his sensory faculty completely.
Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the distinct smell of intoxicant in the air. Where was he ? retention suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit plan of attack on the route. He remembered the thing those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with most of his sexual breeding coming from the scuttlebutt of his friends back in the village. They often boasted about their effort with girls, and Flynn even took parting in such boasting though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just womanhood, though the melodic theme 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 kind of bandit lair.
Opening his heart, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a dark, decrypt room, and there was a ace wooden room access in the far end of the elbow room. Rocks jutted out of the ceiling, and Flynn knew that the bandit den must be in a cavern somewhere.
The boy began to panic as he tried to call back 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 tidings of Sir Egan's slaying reached the overlord and ladies of the realm, they would get searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would take any opportunity 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 campaign ? After all, brigand pillaged the commonwealth and the male monarch would likely not be able to spare more men to look for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nobody's son.
As these thoughts of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to find a way out of this prison. Grabbing a careen on the walls of the room, Flynn began to pull himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp shot pain in between his legs.
The boy gasped and tumbled back to the ground, his breather shaking as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was rakehell. Flynn's asshole had been torn open, and by trying to bear up, the boy must have caused it to start out bleeding again.
As Flynn lay there in his own stemma and dirt, the door to his cell suddenly opened.
"Ah, you've awoken."
Flynn recognized the archer from the ambuscade, and immediately the boy began to stake himself into the wall, afraid that the bandit would hurt him. But the brigand only laughed as he saw Flynn's reaction, and stepped forward.
"I came to moderate on you, to see if you're awake."He said, and produced to bowls."I bet you must be really athirst, after all that's happened. We don't have much, but here's something to fill your stomach with."
A bowl of H2O and solid food were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn earn how hungry he was. Looking down at the intellectual nourishment, the boy looked back up at the brigand suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.
"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."
After another second of hesitation, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food for thought bowls, devouring the roasted volaille leg on the bowl. The bowman snickered at the spate, and then turned to leave.
•
twenty-four hour period had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more last Nox, and another time this sunup. early than that, he had been left to his own gimmick, and the boy now felt substantial enough to walk.
Pacing the tiny cadre slowly, Flynn tried to look for a way out of this prison house. While he may deliver been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to remain a captive for too foresighted. Besides, Flynn didn't really experience what the bandits really wanted with him.
As Flynn slowly limped about, the speech sound of boisterous laughter could be heard as the footfall of bid men approached the cell.
Flynn barely managed to omit back down to the flooring, curling up into a ball to hide his nakedness, as four bandits burst in the elbow 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 brigand laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a corner of the room, begging to be left alone.
"We've been looking for you for over an 60 minutes, boy."The four brigand had Flynn cornered, and Flynn closed his middle 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 extract him to the shopping center of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to take him.
The bandits finally had enough and tried to carry him by the shoulders, but Flynn but at the man's helping hand as they tried to get up him, causing him to crash back down to the ground.
"The cunt bit me !"The man yelled, and lunged at Flynn.
Flynn tried to get away but was too slow down, as the man grabbed him by his throat and began to choke him. Clawing at the brigand's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for clemency as he choked, but the bandits began to take off their dress.
"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his grip around Flynn's neck as he brought his face down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could reek the stench of alcohol in his breathing spell."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 yellowness teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet biff on his shine impudence.
"It's been too long since I've been with my girl."The bandit chuckled with a dirty grin."This will have to do."
property Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his monolithic cock, big than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't help but stare with wide eyes. 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 hairgrip on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but let the man's prick to enter his oral fissure, offering no resistor as it slid into his backtalk.
This hammer was big, fully grown than the bandit 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 mouth, even as he began gagging.
"You never told me this boy was such a whore."The man said to the Brobdingnagian bandit, who was stroking himself to the scene, grunting with pleasure."He isn't even fighting back !"
Flynn's pride took another blow with those Christian Bible, but the man wasn't legal injury. Flynn didn't want to fight back anymore, it would only end with him getting hurt. Besides, what could he do to stop these men from doing as they pleased to him ? He was their prisoner, he might as well accept it until he found a way to escape.
The bandit on top of him allowed his cock to remain inside for several seconds, the tip grinding on the back of Flynn's throat, and then he began to actuate it around, sliding the dick in and out. Even though this was not his first time anymore, the sheer size of the cock in his mouth cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breathing space for transactions, but he did not fall unconscious like conclusion time and was forced to stay awake through the entire ordeal.
As this was happening, Flynn also noticed that the other brigand had circled around him, and were stroking their 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 thresh around once more as he did, trying to push the man's hips to get him off.
The man was too substantial, however, and Flynn's pushing did zero to stop the brigand from thrusting his cock down the boy's pharynx. After several more moment, the man suddenly forced his shaft into the spinal column of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasure. The man's body went rigid, and Flynn could feel roach after rophy of the man's compact ejaculate shoot inside his backtalk. The man kept his putz firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience 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 rima oris.
At the same meter, the other men all around him began to shout out also, and they all released their freight at the Saami time, spurting cum all over Flynn's naked body.
Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a reprieve, as he stopped pressing against his throat and slid his rooster out of the boy's mouth. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side as he struggled to emit. His wholly naked soundbox was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his mouth, sundry with saliva.
The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the floor, and began to pull their pants up. They each made gossip and jest about the boy, but Flynn did not take heed to them. He could occupy no more abuse like this.
Laying on the grime floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would throw to bunk soon, or else he would adjoin a circumstances worse than destruction, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.
•
As Flynn lay in his jail cell once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to present him his daily meals. sure as shooting, the bowman was fast, and he would probably charge and stamp out him if he tried to get to an safety valve, but that was still better than being kept here, right ?
Flynn didn't even know how practically sentence had passed since he's been a captive. everyday men would just come up in and strip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, other times 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 morning by the brigand. Normally, they'd come in at least three times a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be wrongfulness. Some twenty-four hour period they came in LE. But at the same meter, there were days when he'd be visited five times.
Getting up to his invertebrate foot, Flynn began to pace the elbow room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The nasty coke the huge bandit had struck at his articulatio genus had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneeling position and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the minuscule 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 his leg to make for certain naught was broken.
As Flynn paced the floor, there was suddenly a gimcrack explosion in the distance, followed by sounds of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his hope to rebel as thoughts of leaving this wretched jail cell came to mind.
The sounds of footstep brought Flynn back to reality, however, as he reminded himself that he would throw to be smart if he wanted to scarper. Laying on the storey, 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 sure Flynn was still in the cell. Nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a detent at the door, and the step rushing away.
Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the threshold, pressing his ear against it. He heard nothing but the phone of metal against alloy as the bandit fought against the King's soldiers. Giving the door a light push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to notice it unlocked.
The doorway swung out-of-doors slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the first time in what has been weeks. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing network of tunnel snaked about in forepart of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the burrow, trying his substantially to avoid the scrap by heading the other way when the sound of battle grew too loud.
Making his way around a corner, Flynn barely suppressed a shocked gasp, as he saw a familiar face. Ducking behind a large stone, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the bowman from the radical that had killed Sir Egan stand over a body of a slain bandit. The boy's centre widened as he realized that it was the brigand drawing card, killed in conflict with the Rex's soldiers.
The bowman and the Brobdingnagian bandit stood over their admirer's body for various second gear without saying a word, the heavy man especially visibly angered at the decease. He placed a hand on the absolutely organic structure's dresser and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.
"Don't worry friend, your destruction will not go unavenged."
Afraid of what the heavy brigand might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to turn back and sneak away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too much free weight on his injured leg, and yelped in pain as he came crashing to the solid ground noisily.
Immediately, the bandits began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the butt of the big bandit's brand barb into the backbone of his head. All he could see was stars as he was turned over to his spinal column, and the big man was yelling.
"You want to constitute a run for it, huh boy ?"He screamed at Flynn, who was still disoriented from the tap to his head.
Flynn felt soul place a boot on his leg, and as he began to cry for the man to give up, the iron boot began pressing down slowly.
"Ah !"Flynn screamed, and the large bandit laughed.
"We may not be able to defeat the baron's ground forces, but we will still let a victory today."The big man bickering, as he continued pressing down on Flynn's legs slowly and painfully."If we die today, you die with us."
Flynn watched as the archer remained silent, standing behind the immense bandit. He did nothing just as he did the death time, and watched as the large man elevate his great blade and cook to coin down at Flynn. Even though his mind still spun, Flynn knew that there was no escape from this. He closed his oculus and awaited his fate.
But just as the bandit was about to bring his sword down, a gasp escaped his lips as an arrow was fired, and after respective minute, the big man collapsed, falling on Flynn, with an arrow sticking out of his back.
Flynn looked up to the archer to see him putting away his bow and pointer, and realized that the bowman had saved him.
"Quickly,"The bowman said as he helped Flynn up from under the heavy remains."Leave before to a greater extent bandits come, find the soldiers. Tell them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be safe with them."
"B-But, what about you ?"Flynn stammered, still shocked at what had happened."If the soldiers catch you they'll kill you !"
"Perhaps."The archer agreed."But the fight is not over. Our grouping may fall today, but the citizenry still rise up against the Prince. I will continue to contend for our exemption, but you go now, find the soldiers."
Giving the boy a cloak to cover himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulder. And with that, he left, disappearing into the darkness tunnels, making his escape valve. Flynn wasted no prison term either in turning to leave, limping through the caves.
After what seemed like an eternity, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its warmth touch on his face, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to cover his minuscule body.
The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving brigand to wheel around away to the nearest castle for trial run, 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 knight asked.
Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."
"No motivation for that now."He said, waving a hand as he urged several soldiers to work his baby carriage here."You're injury, and you need help."
"Yes ... Sir, I've been a prisoner of the bandits for weeks."Flynn squeaked softly."I was a gallant 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 horse 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 crowd of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.
"ejaculate, wait here Flynn. We will bring you to the nearest castling for you to convalesce, and for me to write my account on our successful violation here."
Motioning for him to introduce the pram, the station waggon doors opened as a boy's oral sex popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with mussy coloured hair and gullible eyes.
"Arthur will return you a towel to clean yourself up with and a change of clothes."
The dark haired boy, Arthur, shot him a friendly smile and waved him in.
"seminal fluid, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the posture beside the boy."I'm Sir Javid's squire, But you can just forebode me Arty. What's your gens ?"
"Flynn."He replied, pulling the cloak tighter around him, suddenly witting of his nudity as he sat alone with another boy his age.
"well Flynn, I hope you don't mind talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucket and handed it to Flynn."Because the nearest castle is a whole day away, and I haven't talked with person else my age for weeks."
Flynn smiled as he took the towel. Maybe he'd found a new friend in this boy .