“ Let the shamefaced gradation forward."

range of mountains hung from Cameron's shackled wrists and ankle joint, clanging against each early as his body trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blonde hair had been cropped to no More than a crew cut trend, and his apparel were dirty and shoot down from his imprisonment. His face was also smudged with dirt and scrapes, which made his brilliantly gamey centre stand out a great deal more.

"Go on then,"The gruff guard behind him grunted, pushing him forward."It's clip to face justice."

Stepping out of the shadows and into the light of the courthouse, the Young boy was immediately met with scoff and snort from the crowd awaiting his sentencing. Stones were thrown his way, most missing, but some finding its Mark. A stone struck him square on the pectus as he walked, knocking the air out of him, and another clipped his forehead as he tried to sum up his approach, sending the boy sprawling to the ground as a gash appeared on his temple.

"Get up !"A sentry duty yelled, yanking him up to his fundament mercilessly and shoving him forward before Cameron had properly regained his symmetry."Your King awaits you !"

Stumbling forward, Cameron groggily continued his glide path as lineage trickled down onto his eyes, blinding his vision in one eye. Managing to name it to the plaza of the courtroom without being pelted by more Lucy Stone, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his judges seated at the eminent table, Cameron felt a undulation of despair and hopelessness rushing over him. There was no way these men would go easily on him, even if he had committed no crimes.

"noble Cameron Eveur,"King Edwin thundered with his bellowing representative."You have been found hangdog of perfidy and conspiring against your liege. The council has been gathered today to decide on the allow penalisation for you."

"I say we strip him of his lordship !"One of the eleven Dukes under King Edwin sneered."firm Eveur is a small and relatively new house. It does not ingest the history of sure-enough houses like ours and will not be missed. striptease him of his statute title and grant it to another noble family."

"It is done."King Edwin's loud voice came."Lord Cameron Eveur, I hereby strip you and your family of all of your titles and land, and any preparation that may come upon you through your formerly noble name."

safety stepped forward as Cameron began to cry in desperation. Unsympathetically, they roughly stripped him of his clothes, revealing the bruises that he had received from his captors over the past calendar month. The shirt that bore the sigil of House Eveur and his pant that bore the baronial colour of his folk were torn, stripped off the lowest pull round appendage of business firm Eveur. left wing in only plain livid undergarments, the young boy collapsed to his knees in tears and shame.

"House Eveur is no more."King Edwin declared."Let this be a warning to anyone who would dare think of raising their streamer against their King."

"My King,"Another Duke chimed in."Raising banners against you is one matter, but the late Duke Eveur did align himself also with the stalwart sect under the Jade Empress."

"That is beyond treason."Agreed a fat Duke."Not only did that action threaten our Kingdom, but also all the land of Ellyria. If the adulteress Empress is successful, one C of years of independence and sovereignty would be destroyed ! The Eveur boy deserves penalisation for his father's dealings with that sorceress. hang him or decollate him, demise is the but desirable punishment for treason."

The crew roared in approval at that suggestion, and Cameron whimpered. Death was not something the Brigham Young boy was gear up for. Not yet.

"This is a sentencing."The top executive said."Surely we have all gathered here today knowing that death is the penalization suitable for our Lord Eveur's crimes. The question 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 lions, or let the elephants trample him !"

"Or even better,"The fat Duke looked proud of."We could erupt little lord on the cycle. I'm sure many will bask hearing his brickly bones crack when we smash his small body."

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

Hearing his pathetic rallying cry for mercifulness, the crowd only cheered louder and became more manic. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the people nor the Divine saw reason, and the only thing that would sate them was seeing the blood of the betrayer's son.

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

"I think we should all calm down."master Remington was an aged gentleman, thin figured and cleanly shaven."We can not let blind rage unsung our imagination, 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 tidings that left Lord Remington's mouth.

"The crimes of his Church Father were horrendous, yes."Lord Remington continued to say. He had quite a lot of influence and was revered as fresh man, so the former Dukes did also listen."But can we really blame a son for who his father was ?"

Some of the early 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 eyes."Even if his father were the most vile and dishonourable man I have ever met, I can not identify any blame on this young boy with a clear conscience."

For as long as he had remembered, his sire was the most solid and noble man Cameron had ever known. The other lords respected him and came to him for advice, until the day he decided to ally himself with the jade Empress's visual modality for a combine and single Ellyria. Ever since then, his sire had only been talked about as a libidinous man who fell for the Jade Empress's unnatural appealingness. And normally, the rebuff and attacks on his father would hold made the young boy tempestuous, but Cameron was too afraid now to feel anything but hopeful for his life.

"Lord Remington is wise and speaks the truth."King Edwin noted."The boy is still young, and throwing his life away would be a waste material. Tell me boy, how old are you ?"

Cameron let his regard fall to the priming."Thirteen years, your highness."His birthday had come and gone during his Day in the donjon, very surely his pip natal day ever.

"Only thirteen."King Edwin mused."Lord Remington is good, we will not kill you."He looked to the thin Duke and they exchanged nods."But at the same time, we can not simply reserve treason to get off lightly."

The large king hammered his fist onto the senior high school board, shocking Cameron.

"With his lands and deed of conveyance stripped off him,"business leader Edwin bellowed."I proclaim you, Cameron, cast out from the Kingdom of Osailia ! You must go into deportee, no yearner will you enjoy the hospitality of the kingdom your class has betrayed. You will roam the Din Land, with null to your name and not a penny to pull through you from thirst or hunger. Go now, and get out of my sight."

Cameron was stunned. When he realized that he wouldn't be executed, the young boy thought that he would at to the lowest degree be able to hold up a spirit similar to the one he has been living as a Duke's only son, perhaps as a ward with another lord or count somewhere in the land. But expat, exile was a death sentence, though it would just make longer, much practically longer.

Guards grabbed at his arms and dragged the boy away as the court was dismissed. Cameron had been too lots in jolt to pay any particular 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 kingdom's borders, but was alone in someone's common soldier sleeping room.

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

"Hello, lilliputian Lord Eveur. How do you finger ?"

The doorway to the chamber opened and then closed behind the boy, startling him. Creator 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 Lord, not anymore."

He heard often in his household how Godhead Remington was a cunning Hydra and not to be trusted, and had even heard rumour that it was he who betrayed his beginner during that final battle. Almighty Eveur, his wife, and daughter had died that day, and with the uprising put down, the new God Almighty, Cameron Eveur, was captured and imprisoned.

And yet, Divine Remington had been the one to save his life-time. If the rumors were true up, that did not get common sense. Cameron, unsure of whether to trust his gut, decided that perhaps some rumors are just that after all : rumors.

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

"Think not about it, my good boy. I did nothing but do what I thought was right."He extended a hand and beckoned Cameron to come near."ejaculate, petty Cameron. Let me take a effective look at you."

Hesitating for a second, Cameron decided that he should heed to the older man for now. Lord Remington did hold open his animation after all. Stepping forward, Cameron stopped when he was standing just in front of the old man, a fundament away from his wooden bed frame. The young boy was still naked save for his undergarments and his body still bore the contusion and scrapes from his imprisonment. On his pass, the slice had stopped bleeding but the blood was dried over, and so were the rent on his boldness.

Standing there, Cameron let Lord Remington's hands adjudge his little hurt trunk as the older man looked closely at him.

"Oh, my boy. See how they have hurt you."His script caressed Cameron's font tenderly."Cameron ... Your sire used to call you Leo. Can I call you that ?"

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

"Little Leo,"overlord Remington continued to say, his custody suddenly beginning to digress around the youthful boy's bare torso, caressing each and every column inch of his suave skin."The Martin Luther King Jr. has ordered you into expatriation. I had tried to help you escape death before, but it seems his highness was very see to see you utterly, which is something I can not grant to happen."

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

"And that is why I have called you here, to state you that I have made special placement for you. Tonight, you leave the realm of Osailia not bound and gagged in a caravan, but in my own royal carriage. I will be traveling to the Kingdom of Xeca for functionary stage business, you will locomote there with me. There, you will enter into the service of sign Darcy, one of the with child and most hefty dukedom that region."

Cameron thought about that and frowned. It was expert tidings, of class, but the young boy was now suspicious of good fortune."W-Will I be safety there ?"

"You will."Jehovah Remington's hands hovered at the waistband of his undergarment as he smiled crookedly."Do not worry, I have made spate that will ensure your safety."

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

"Gratitude is shown, not told."Lord Remington began to say as his finger began to hook onto the girdle of Cameron's undergarments."And I'm sure there is some way you can show me your gratitude, isn't that right wing little Leo ?"

Before Cameron could even respond, God Almighty Remington pulled down his undergarment, letting it drop down to his ankles. Now fully au naturel and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his mouth open, unsure of what to do. The older man's optic meanwhile had grown wide with lust and lechery, savoring each and every detail of Cameron's barely puberulent cock.

"You truly are something, aren't you ?"He muttered softly under his breath, as his hired hand went around back to grasp firmly on Cameron's tight round goat.

The boy nearly jumped in surprisal when he felt those clammy old hands on his bare fanny, but he knew he couldn't point Lord Remington. And so, he let the old man fondle his now naked body, standing there awkwardly and unsure of what to do. Sure, he knew what sex was, and that it would sense unspoilt if a womanhood touched him in his privates. But was it supposed to find in force too when a man touched him there ? Doubts continued to becloud and engross the Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy's mind, at least until Divine Remington's paw finally reached his private parts.

Cameron let out a soft groan of pleasure as a sweet sensation nipped at his penis, and suddenly all the uncertainty and doubts that was on his brain disappeared. No longer was Cameron unsure of what was going on ; he just didn't care anymore. Now all he wanted was for Almighty Remington not to stop.

"You like that don't you ?"The elder man asked as he began to stroke up and down on Cameron's rotating shaft, sending shudder of pleasure through the boy's physical structure every sentence his fingerbreadth rubbed the glans."I can see that. Here, let me make it even better."

By now, Cameron's little phallus had grown hard to its full length of barely five inches, throbbing hard with all the teenaged vigor only young men knew of. Leaning forward, overlord Remington opened his rima oris and took the wax length of Cameron's backbreaking cock into his lip. It was a warm up, wet, and sloppy smell. The young boy didn't quite know how to describe it, but the warm tongue slurping against his barely teen dick did find quite good, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few minutes of this, Cameron felt a eldritch sensation construction at the base of his penis, and as Lord Remington suckled him while holding him close and soaked, Cameron felt the sense of rapture erupt from his prick. It was a dry climax, since Cameron did not yet produce come. The boy shuddered in pleasance as his hips began to instinctively squeeze forward into the older man's mouth, moaning in pleasance as he did so.

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

Cameron felt a small embarrassed by this and felt his side play red."Not yet, my Lord."

"That's okay, child."He said as a prankish smiling spread across his flimsy lips."But now, I think there's something you can do for me to make me feel really good."

Lord Remington pulled down his pant and revealed his own strong shaft. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a column inch bounteous than Cameron's own. But unlike the Thomas Young boy's Maker Remington's extremity was a fully developed and adult turncock, which was both veiny and dense unlike Cameron's own. His egg too had descended fully, and his scrotum was saggy and wrinkly.

Prompted by God Almighty Remington, Cameron got down to his knees as the old man spread his legs apart, giving the boy More approach to the throbbing cock."suction it,"commanded Creator Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the lot of the old man's erect penis, the Cy Young boy knew that he really should do as the old nobleman said if he really cared for his own well-being. After all, Lord Remington was the sole reasonableness Cameron was alert right now. If he displeased the Old man in any way, Godhead Remington could always withdraw his backing for Cameron and the vernal boy would quickly see his head on a pike.

Trying not to seem uncomfortable, Cameron lowered his head and took the old tool into his sassing. His first thoughts was that it tasted quite salty and nauseating than he could have ever expected. And yet, Cameron fought against his own horror and continued to swallow the cock into his oral cavity, until he felt the very tip touching the back of his throat.

Initially, learning to fellate cock was Hell for Cameron. He found himself gagging every 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 wedge firmly inside his mouth. Luckily for him, however, Lord Remington was slow to see red and sort sufficiency to guide the Loretta Young boy step by step through his starting time time sucking a man's shaft, until Cameron no longer felt as uncomfortable as before.

In just a few minutes, Cameron was expertly bobbing his school principal up and down on master Remington's throbbing shot, his young pink backtalk enveloping every inch of the old man's cock with its warm, wet kiss. And before long, the old God Almighty soon began to go lost in pleasure and ecstasy as he began to thrust upward into Cameron's mouth, becoming increasingly more frantic with his thrusting until finally, the old man came.

Cameron had never tasted come before, let alone see it with his own two oculus. And yet without warning him, master Remington erupted into the depths of the boy's mouth. Thick, sticky rope of cum came spurting up into his throat, causing the boy to reflexively pull away and set out coughing to try to get it all out.

"Are you okay ?"Godhead Remington asked with a half laugh."Perhaps I should get warned you. It is your initiatory 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 gaudy to Lord Remington.

"Next sentence, try swallowing."The old Lord said as he put away his softening hard-on back into his trousers, winking at the boy."It works much better than coughing it all up."

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

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and noble Remington got to his feet.

"O.K., meter to get yourself cleaned up,"He ordered."I have new clothes, fresh clothes all laid out for you in the drawers. Stay in this elbow room and don't leave for any reason until I come back to get you. I have some business sector to go to to before we leave."

And so, the previous Lord Cameron Eveur, final stage of his dishonored planetary house, watched the old Almighty Remington leave. A bath had been drawn for him, and as he stepped over to the bathtub and touched the water, he found that it was lovesome, just like it used to be before all of this happened.

The unseasoned boy hadn't had a bathtub in a whole month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the warm water to lave all the dirt of his consistency. The weewee felt terrific on his body, 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.

Serving wasn't something that the former boy Godhead was used to doing ; it was in fact he who'd have dozens of servants tending to him. But if it was what he'd give birth to do to forefend dying a terrible death, then Cameron would take it.

••••••••••••

For the past calendar month, Cameron had been kept in a unceasing Department of State of uncertainty about his fate, as his capturer had kept him in mountain range inside the depth of their donjon. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his life every single day and never once stopped being scared. His male parent was dead, his dead body paraded around, and his sisters were deflowered, raped and beaten 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 sure that at that moment, she was already all in from the blunt forcefulness psychic trauma inflicted on her. And yet, those men just kept on pounding away at her Virgo the Virgin pussy.

It had been terrifying, feeling like you were all alone in this world. The only people that Cameron knew he could entrust was his family, and they were all gone. His servants must've been slaughtered too when the soldiers came rushing in, and for all he knew, no one that Cameron knew was still alive. The desolation and veneration 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 person out there watching out for him, soul on his side who he could put his faith in and trustfulness. And that was not something Cameron wanted to miss, not ever, no matter what the old Lord wanted him to do.

"How do you feel ?"God Almighty Remington asked as they sat inside the plush and well furnished carriage.

After Cameron had cleaned himself up while waiting in Lord Remington's way, he had taken a few minute of arc to look at himself naked in a mirror. He considered what Lord Remington had done to him, sucking on his common soldier, and how it had felt. And then he thought about how the old God Almighty, who could have any of the most beautiful women in the kingdom if he so desired, was attracted to him and seemed to really need 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 low and only packed a tend muscular chassis at the very nearly. But apparently, there was an appeal to that, as evident by how Lord Remington tenderly caressed his business firm physical structure and cupped his little stooge cheeks.

Cameron went to slumber after that. The very suppose that his schoolboyish feel could be appealing to older men made him giddy, and he was only awakened by master Remington much later in the even when he told the boy that it was time to go. And so, Cameron quickly dressed himself in the garments of a pageboy boy that was laid out for him, and hurried to follow Almighty Remington to the awaiting carriage.

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

The inside of the carriage was large, probably the heavy pusher Cameron had ever been in before. His folk was a modest and undistinguished one compared to Lord Remington's ancient House, and so his father never did ride around in fantasy carriages like this one, where there was a whole mattress that could fit four or five people easily to sleep on.

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

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

Lord Remington laughed and set himself down on the mattress, patting the spot beside him to invite the vernal boy to sit next to him."semen 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 bit he sat down next to Lord Remington, the old man put one arm around the youth, ruffling his short favourable pilus as he inched closer to the boy.

"You know, you're going to have to set out getting used to talking to people 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 past tense life."

Cameron looked up at the old Godhead's sorry eyes and nodded seriously. He knew that affair would be different from now on, and he wanted nobleman Remington to hump that he understood the implications of that.

"And that means you're going to bear to learn to depart calling the great unwashed by their earmark titles. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘ Yes, my Divine ’, or ‘ No, my noble ’. Understand ?"

"Oh."Cameron suddenly realized that he indeed wasn't a Lord anymore, and had no right to talk to one in such a effortless manner."O-Of row, my Lord."He bowed his drumhead, breaking eye contact with Lord Remington."My apologies."

"Ah, there's no pauperization for any of that now,"lord Remington smiled."I was just letting you know so you'll understand how affair have to be not to brag your cover version from now on. When there are multitude around, of course you'll have to address me as a Lord, as all page boys have to address Dukes."He squeezed his arm around Cameron affectionately."But when we're alone together, little Leo, you can cry me anything you'd like. First names even."

Cameron smiled back at the vision of Godhead Remington's smile. The young boy had almost forgotten this smell, of what it felt like to give birth someone he could trust, a close friend he knew wouldn't betray him and would keep him safe.

God Almighty Remington's hired hand had come up to Cameron's brass by now, and he was softly stroking the boy's smooth, milklike skin as he gazed into his lazuline blasphemous eyes. There was something in those eyes that Cameron saw, a deficiency, a desire, and Cameron knew that it was he that the old overlord wanted. As if to let Lord Remington know it was okay, Cameron smiled at him and nodded.

At once, the old man's eyes had closed, the melanise pupils disappearing behind his eyelids, and he leaned forward. Cameron by now translate what was happening, and though he was unquiet and didn't know much how to answer to the Lord's forward motion, decided to allow Lord Remington to suffer his way. It was the least he could do for his Deliverer and benefactor.

Both the old man's men held his face as their sassing met, and Creator Remington's kiss became increasingly passionate as he attempted to force his knife into the boy's mouth. Cameron, meanwhile, who was totally inexperienced with such adult issue, merely sat still on the mattress, eyes all-encompassing open. He did not bang how to respond or respond, or how to even buss back.

After a few minute of this, noble Remington finally broke apart from the osculation and opened his eyes. Cameron was a little stupefy and perhaps overwhelmed by the passionate candy kiss still smiled invitingly, however, encouraging the older Lord that he was alright with it. After some thought, God Almighty Remington finally spoke again.

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

Knowing what the Duke wanted, Cameron slipped off his new page's attire until he was left in only his undergarments, and then grinned as he made eye contact with the older man as he slowly pulled it off to let on his nakedness. Maker Remington had by now taken off his tartan shirt and lowered his trousers too, but the older Lord was ineffective to take his eyes off the boy's bared physical structure the entire metre.

Cameron smirked a little as he saw that Lord Remington's hard-on was already at broad attention. He was now suddenly finding himself quite enjoying the boyish appeal that he had on older 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 hungry looking on his side as Cameron laid sprawled out under him, looking up at the old master with a peculiar facial expression and nervous grinning. If the boy had to be honest, he was uneasy, 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 devoid blue center, sparkling and gleaming with all the trust of a shaver."Yes."

A gleeful smiling came over Lord Remington's expression as he straddled the young boy's eubstance. Cameron simply laid back and let him snap up his cut calf, raising them up to rest over his shoulder joint. This movement of his legs spread his modest bum face receptive slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a picayune uncomfortable at first."Lord Remington said, as one script caressed Cameron's unruffled, svelte thigh. His other hand was gripping the cornerstone of his erect tool as he took aim."But it'll feeling good after you get used to it. I promise."

Immediately Cameron felt pressure against his anal opening as the old Lord pressed his tip against his pocket-sized hole. It was too tight, however, his opening was too pocket-sized for launching, and the young boy began to grimace ever so slightly as his anatomical sphincter pushed back against the intruding object.

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

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

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

"I-I'm trying."

Several more second passed with no succeeder, and Cameron now found himself wincing as the old Lord pushed hard against his opening. The crisp pain against his rectum has now increased and was beginning to really bother the boy.

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

Almighty Remington, though, did not let up, and continued to press his member head against Cameron's small hole."Just hold on for a while more, little Leo. It'll feel honest soon."

Cameron let out a yelp as the Duke thrusted his hips forward hard, causing his tip to almost barely swoop inside of him. There was no way they were going to get anywhere like this, but for some grounds, the old Godhead did look to be enjoying himself even if he were just rubbing his member 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 expression on the old Duke's face modification, and for a secondly Cameron thought he had actually managed to convince Almighty Remington to stop trying to interpenetrate him. The press against anus eased up for a second, which gave Cameron some time to breathe. But in truth, Lord Remington was only taking this fourth dimension to get a bettor clutches on the boy to thrust into him. Cameron felt the Duke's hands go to his berm, holding him in place, before thrusting his hips forward in one backbreaking push.

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

Never before had he thought that a foreign object would go into his body sexually ; that happened only to women, and the spirit of having something so intrusive lodged inside of him so suddenly felt like zippo he could describe.

The Duke seemed delight however, smiling down at him and stroking his cheek as he muttered something about Cameron being really tight. Before recollective, nobleman Remington's coxa had begun to move again, rocking back and forth as he drove his member in and out of Cameron.

Once again, the notion of the foreign objective inserted into his body sliding in and then out continuously was indefinable, and Cameron could only lay back on the bed, panting as Maker Remington had his way with him. It did not lead very long for the old Creator's thrusting to hie up suddenly, and before he knew it, noble Remington had reached orgasm.

"Oh !"

Cameron felt string after cosmic string of cum burgeon forth interior of his anal canal, filling and flooding his small hole with adult seed as the Duke pumped his entire load straight into the boy's cigaret. It felt ... warm, and intimate. come from inside of the old Lord had just been deposited consecutive inside of Cameron's own asshole, and as they remained there joined together as one for several moments in the wake of Lord 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 blond haired boy remained there on the bed, looking back at the old Duke as cum oozed out of his stretched anal retentive opening. He had just been used, taken like a toy by this man, and yet Cameron did not feel raging or ashamed. How could the boy be raging at overlord Remington, the only one he had left in this world ?

And so they lay together on the bed, nude and panting from their rather vigorous exertions. While the older Almighty slept soundly, glowing in his stake orgasmic euphoria, Cameron could not find a way to close his optic, to stop the thought process from racing in his nous. Was doing this rightfulness ? Letting the old Duke induce his way with him like that ? He loved the old master now, of course, but did Lord Remington care for him the same way too ? Or was he just the man's plaything ?

Cameron eventually managed to stem the invariant menstruation of opinion in his brain, finding that seeing Lord Remington so happy was worth it, and what they did wasn't so bad. And so, Cameron finally allowed himself to shut his heart and cast off to sleep on the plush mattress bed while the carriage continued traveling through the nighttime .