“ Let the guilty step forward."

Chains hung from Cameron's shackled wrist joint and ankles, clanging against each other as his trunk trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blonde hair had been cropped to no more than a crew cut style, and his apparel were dirty and torn from his internment. His cheek was also smudged with poop and scrapes, which made his bright blue eyes stand out practically more.

"Go on then,"The gruff guard behind him grunted, pushing him forward."It's clock time to look justice."

Stepping out of the shadows and into the Light Within of the courthouse, the young boy was immediately met with jeers and hoot from the crowd awaiting his sentencing. Harlan Stone were thrown his way, most missing, but some finding its brand. A gemstone struck him square on the thorax as he walked, knocking the air out of him, and another clipped his forehead as he tried to resume his approach, sending the boy sprawling to the ground as a gash appeared on his temple.

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

Stumbling forward, Cameron groggily continued his approach as rip trickled down onto his centre, blinding his visual sensation in one eye. Managing to make it to the pith of the courtroom without being pelted by more Stone, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his judges seated at the mellow table, Cameron felt a wafture of desperation and hopelessness rushing over him. There was no way these men would go easy on him, even if he had committed no crimes.

"Lord Cameron Eveur,"King Edwin thundered with his roaring voice."You have been found shamefaced of treason and conspiring against your liege lord. The council has been gathered today to make up one's mind on the set aside penalization for you."

"I say we strip him of his Lordship !"One of the eleven Dukes under King Edwin sneered."House Eveur is a low and relatively new sign. It does not induce the history of older houses like ours and will not be missed. Strip him of his championship and concede it to another noble family."

"It is done."top executive Edwin's flash spokesperson came."Lord Cameron Eveur, I hereby strip you and your kinsperson of all of your titles and realm, and any provision that may come upon you through your formerly nobleman name."

safety stepped forward as Cameron began to cry in despair. Unsympathetically, they roughly stripped him of his dress, revealing the bruises that he had received from his captor over the past month. The shirt that bore the sigil of House Eveur and his pant that bore the Lord colors of his family were torn, stripped off the last exist member of mansion Eveur. leftfield in only kick white undergarments, the Lester Willis Young boy collapsed to his stifle 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 thing, but the late Duke Eveur did adjust himself also with the loyalist cabal under the Jade Empress."

"That is beyond treason."Agreed a fat Duke."Not only did that action threaten our kingdom, but also all the Kingdoms of Ellyria. If the nag Empress is successful, hundreds of year of independence and sovereignty would be destroyed ! The Eveur boy deserves penalization for his father's dealings with that sorceress. Hang him or behead him, death is the sole desirable punishment for treason."

The crowd roared in approving at that suggestion, and Cameron whimpered. demise was not something the young boy was ready for. Not yet.

"This is a sentencing."The King said."Surely we have all gathered here today knowing that death is the penalisation suitable for our Almighty Eveur's offence. The question is, how should this boy die ?"

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

"Or even better,"The fat Duke looked please."We could break dance little lord on the bicycle. I'm sure many will enjoy hearing his brickle bones crack when we smash his small body."

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

listening his poor cries for mercy, the crowd only cheered gaudy and became more phrenetic. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the people nor the lords saw ground, and the but matter that would fill them was seeing the profligate of the treasonist's son.

But suddenly, one of the 11 Dukes stood up, raising his hand to shush the shriek crowd. Cameron knew who he was right away, and watched as the tears flowed down his cheek as the shrewd and cunning Lord Remington cleared his throat.

"I think we should all cool off down."Lord Remington was an quondam gentleman, thin figured and cleanly shaven."We can not let dim storm obscure our visual sensation, we must abide rational."

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

"The criminal offense of his father were direful, yes."Lord Remington continued to say. He had quite a lot of influence and was revered as ache man, so the other Dukes did also listen."But can we really blame a son for who his forefather was ?"

Some of the other Dukes began nodding in accord."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-God were the most vile and dishonorable man I have ever met, I can not post any blame on this untested boy with a clear conscience."

For as long as he had remembered, his father was the most upstanding 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 jadestone Empress's visual sensation for a united and ace Ellyria. Ever since then, his Father of the Church had only been talked about as a lewd man who fell for the Jade Empress's unnatural charms. And normally, the slights and attacks on his father would have made the young boy angry, but Cameron was too afraid now to feel anything but hopeful for his life.

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

Cameron let his gaze declination to the ground."13 yr, your highness."His natal day had come and gone during his days in the dungeon, very surely his whip natal day ever.

"Only thirteen."King Edwin mused."Lord Remington is right, we will not pop you."He looked to the thinly Duke and they exchanged nods."But at the Same time, we can not simply take into account treason to get off lightly."

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

"With his ground and titles stripped off him,"King Edwin bellowed."I proclaim you, Cameron, cast out from the Kingdom of Osailia ! You must go into expatriation, no longsighted will you enjoy the cordial reception of the Kingdom your family has betrayed. You will roam the land, with zilch to your public figure and not a cent to save 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 Loretta Young boy thought that he would at least be able-bodied to live a life story 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 kingdom. But exile, deportee was a death judgment of conviction, though it would just take longer, much often longer.

Guards grabbed at his arms and dragged the boy away as the court was dismissed. Cameron had been too a great deal in jar 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 van to be dropped off outside the Kingdom's borders, but was alone in someone's common soldier William Chambers.

Observing his environment, Cameron realized that this had to consume been one of the courthouse's many figure accommodations, as the Dukes often had to gather for more than one day to deliberate on certain matters. His forefather used to do that, and had he not been stripped of his titles, Cameron would have done it too.

"Hello, lilliputian noble Eveur. How do you feel ?"

The threshold to the sleeping accommodation opened and then closed behind the boy, startling him. Lord Remington entered the room and had on a smile that spread across his thinly lips.

"I-I smell fine, m-my Lord."Cameron managed a short bow."A-And I'm not a God Almighty, not anymore."

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

And yet, Lord Remington had been the one to economise his life history. If the rumors were truthful, that did not make horse sense. Cameron, unsure of whether to confide his gut, decided that perhaps some rumors are just that after all : rumors.

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

"Think not about it, my near boy. I did zilch but do what I thought was right."He extended a script and beckoned Cameron to near."Come, little Cameron. Let me take a skillful look at you."

Hesitating for a s, Cameron decided that he should listen to the older man for now. Lord Remington did redeem his animation after all. Stepping forward, Cameron stopped when he was standing just in front of the old man, a foot away from his wooden bed framing. The young boy was still naked save for his undergarment and his consistency still bore the bruises and scrapes from his internment. On his capitulum, the gash had stopped bleeding but the rakehell was dried over, and so were the teardrop on his cheeks.

Standing there, Cameron let Lord Remington's hands hold his little bruised dead body as the aged man looked closely at him.

"Oh, my boy. See how they have hurt you."His hand caressed Cameron's expression tenderly."Cameron ... Your father used to call you Leo. Can I visit 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 gay 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 alien birdcall him that. Nevertheless, everyone he knew were all surely abruptly by now, and so Cameron nodded, giving the old man license to shout him by his puerility nickname.

"Little Leo,"Lord Remington continued to say, his hands suddenly beginning to wander around the untried boy's bare body, caressing each and every inch of his suave pelt."The King has ordered you into exile. I had tried to help you fly the coop dying before, but it seems his highness was very decide to see you beat, which is something I can not leave to happen."

The old man's hands had drifted downward, now gently caressing Cameron's lower spine and abdomen.

"And that is why I have called you here, to enjoin you that I have made special musical arrangement for you. Tonight, you leave the Kingdom of Osailia not bound and gagged in a wagon train, but in my own royal carriage. I will be traveling to the Kingdom of Xeca for prescribed business, you will move around there with me. There, you will enter into the service of House Darcy, one of the bombastic and most powerful dukedom that region."

Cameron thought about that and frowned. It was good news show, of path, but the young boy was now funny of near fortune."W-Will I be safe there ?"

"You will."Creator Remington's handwriting hovered at the cincture of his undergarments as he smiled crookedly."Do not worry, I have made deals that will ensure your safety."

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

"Gratitude is shown, not told."God Almighty Remington began to say as his fingers began to snitch onto the cincture of Cameron's undergarments."And I'm sure there is some way you can picture me your gratitude, isn't that right little Leo ?"

Before Cameron could even respond, Lord Remington pulled down his undergarments, letting it expend down to his ankles. Now fully nude sculpture and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his mouth open, unsure of what to do. The sr. man's optic meanwhile had grown all-inclusive with lust and lechery, savoring each and every detail of Cameron's barely sericeous cock.

"You truly are something, aren't you ?"He muttered softly under his breath, as his hands went around back to compass firmly on Cameron's loaded round of drinks cigarette.

The boy nearly jumped in surprise when he felt those clammy old hands on his bare stern, but he knew he couldn't stop Lord Remington. And so, he let the old man fondle his now naked consistency, standing there awkwardly and unsure of what to do. Sure, he knew what sex was, and that it would feel upright if a cleaning lady touched him in his genital organ. But was it supposed to feel commodity too when a man touched him there ? dubiety continued to obnubilate and occupy the youth boy's intellect, at to the lowest degree until Lord Remington's hired man finally reached his genitalia.

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

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

By now, Cameron's fiddling member had grown hard to its to the full duration of barely five column inch, throbbing hard with all the teenaged vigor only untried men knew of. Leaning forward, master Remington opened his sassing and took the good duration of Cameron's unvoiced prick into his lip. It was a ardent, wet, and haphazard touch. The young boy didn't quite make love how to depict it, but the affectionate tongue slurping against his barely adolescent dick did feel quite trade good, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few minutes of this, Cameron felt a uncanny sensation construction at the Base of his penis, and as Lord Remington suckled him while holding him close and tight, Cameron felt the whiz of go erupt from his putz. It was a dry orgasm, since Cameron did not yet produce come. The boy shuddered in joy as his coxa began to instinctively thrust forward into the honest-to-god man's mouth, moaning in pleasure as he did so.

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

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

"That's okay, child."He said as a wicked smile facing pages across his lean mouth."But now, I think there's something you can do for me to create me feel really good."

Lord Remington pulled down his trousers and revealed his own firmly lance. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a inch heavy than Cameron's own. But unlike the Brigham Young boy's Lord Remington's member was a fully developed and grownup cock, which was both veiny and boneheaded unlike Cameron's own. His testicles too had descended fully, and his scrotum was saggy and wrinkly.

Prompted by Jehovah Remington, Cameron got down to his knees as the old man spread his stage apart, giving the boy more access to the throbbing cock."suction it,"commanded Lord Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the mass of the old man's erect penis, the Whitney Young boy knew that he really should do as the old Almighty said if he really cared for his own eudaimonia. After all, master Remington was the resole reasonableness Cameron was alive right now. If he displeased the older man in any way, Maker Remington could always withdraw his funding for Cameron and the young boy would quickly find out his head on a pike.

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

Initially, learning to suck stopcock was hell for Cameron. He found himself gagging every fourth dimension the tip pressed against his throat, and he was also having difficulty coordinating his breathing through the nozzle while a man's dick remained lodged firmly inside his mouth. Luckily for him, however, Lord Remington was slow to anger and kind adequate to manoeuver the Danton True Young boy gradation by footprint through his firstly time sucking a man's cock, until Cameron no longer felt as uncomfortable as before.

In just a few minutes, Cameron was expertly bobbing his head up and down on Lord Remington's throbbing prick, his Lester Willis Young pink lips enveloping every inch of the old man's cock with its warm, wet candy kiss. And before long, the old Lord soon began to become lost in joy and ecstasy as he began to thrust upward into Cameron's mouth, becoming increasingly more unrestrained with his thrusting until finally, the old man came.

Cameron had never tasted semen before, let alone see it with his own two center. And yet without warning him, Jehovah Remington erupted into the astuteness of the boy's mouth. thick, viscous forget me drug of cum came spurting up into his throat, causing the boy to reflexively rive away and begin coughing to try to get it all out.

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

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

"Next meter, try swallowing."The old Jehovah said as he put away his softening erecting back into his pant, winking at the boy."It works much better than coughing it all up."

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

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Lord Remington got to his metrical unit.

"OK, time to get yourself cleaned up,"He ordered."I have new wearing apparel, fresh dress all laid out for you in the drawers. persist in this room and don't leave for any reason until I come back to get you. I have some stage business to attend to before we leave."

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

The Danton True Young boy hadn't had a bathroom in a wholly calendar month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the warm water system to wash out all the grease of his body. The water supply 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 theater there.

service wasn't something that the early boy lord was used to doing ; it was in fact he who'd have dozen of servants tending to him. But if it was what he'd hold to do to avoid dying a terrible expiry, then Cameron would take it.

••••••••••••

For the past month, Cameron had been kept in a constant state of uncertainty about his portion, as his capturer had kept him in chains inside the depth of their donjon. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his sprightliness every single day and never once stopped being scared. His Father of the Church was dead, his perfectly body paraded around, and his sis were deflowered, raped and beaten to Death before his very eyes. Cameron remembered locking center with one of his sisters as the men raped her, and he had been very sure that at that moment, she was already utterly from the blunt force trauma inflicted on her. And yet, those men just kept on pounding away at her virgin pussy.

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

But now, with the shrewd nobleman Remington on his position 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, someone on his side who he could put his religious belief in and trust. And that was not something Cameron wanted to lose, not ever, no issue what the old lord wanted him to do.

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

After Cameron had cleaned himself up while waiting in lord Remington's room, he had taken a few transactions to search at himself naked in a mirror. He considered what Godhead Remington had done to him, sucking on his privates, and how it had felt. And then he thought about how the old Jehovah, who could throw any of the most beautiful women in the kingdom if he so desired, was attracted to him and seemed to really desire him.

It was almost like having a sudden intimate 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 minuscule and only packed a lean muscular skeletal system at the very to the highest degree. But apparently, there was an prayer to that, as discernible by how lord Remington tenderly caressed his firm torso and cupped his small butt cheeks.

Cameron went to sleep after that. The very thought that his boyish looks could be appealing to older men made him giddy, and he was only awakened by Almighty Remington much later in the evening when he told the boy that it was time to go. And so, Cameron quickly dressed himself in the garments of a page boy that was laid out for him, and hurried to adopt Lord 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 largest pusher Cameron had ever been in before. His family was a small and undistinguished one compared to overlord Remington's antediluvian mansion, and so his Father of the Church never did ride around in take to coach like this one, where there was a totally mattress that could fit four or five people easily to log Z's on.

"Do you like it ?"nobleman Remington asked, noticing the Loretta Young 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 new boy to sit next to him."Come on, you don't want to be standing when we start moving. It can get rather bumpy."

And so Cameron heeded the old Jehovah's warning and sat down beside him. But the consequence he sat down succeeding to Lord Remington, the old man put one arm around the young, ruffling his shortsighted halcyon pilus as he inched closer to the boy.

"You know, you're going to have to start 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 close name calling, nothing about your past life."

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

"And that means you're going to have to learn to come out calling masses by their appropriate rubric. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘ Yes, my noble ’, or ‘ No, my Lord ’. Understand ?"

"Oh."Cameron suddenly realized that he indeed wasn't a Lord anymore, and had no right to sing to one in such a fooling mode."O-Of course of study, my Lord."He bowed his head, breaking eye contact with Lord Remington."My apologies."

"Ah, there's no need for any of that now,"Divine Remington smiled."I was just letting you know so you'll understand how things have to be not to blow your cover from now on. When there are people around, of course you'll have to address me as a 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 call me anything you'd like. first-class honours degree names even."

Cameron smiled back at the sight of Lord Remington's grin. The Young boy had almost forgotten this tactual sensation, of what it felt like to give someone he could trust, a close Quaker he knew wouldn't betray him and would keep open him safe.

Lord Remington's hand had come up to Cameron's impudence by now, and he was softly stroking the boy's smooth, milklike peel as he gazed into his azure blue optic. There was something in those centre that Cameron saw, a neediness, a desire, and Cameron knew that it was he that the old Jehovah wanted. As if to let Lord Remington know it was okay, Cameron smiled at him and nodded.

At once, the old man's heart had closed, the opprobrious pupil disappearing behind his eyelid, and he leaned forward. Cameron by now realise what was happening, and though he was nervous and didn't know much how to answer to the Lord's advances, decided to provide Divine Remington to take in his way. It was the least he could do for his savior and benefactor.

Both the old man's hands held his typeface as their lips met, and overlord Remington's kiss became increasingly passionate as he attempted to force his natural language into the boy's mouth. Cameron, meanwhile, who was totally inexperienced with such adult matter, merely sat still on the mattress, eyes spacious candid. He did not know how to reply or respond, or how to even kiss back.

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

"Lay down and take off your clothes."He instructed as he got to his fundament and unfastened his warp."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 undergarment, and then grinned as he made eye contact with the sr. man as he slowly pulled it off to reveal his nudity. God Almighty Remington had by now taken off his plaid shirt and lowered his trousers too, but the older Lord was ineffective to occupy his heart off the boy's bared consistence the entire time.

Cameron smirked a little as he saw that overlord Remington's erection was already at to the full attention. He was now suddenly finding himself quite enjoying the boyish ingathering that he had on aged men, and couldn't wait to see what he wanted from him.

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

He watched as Lord Remington got on the mattress, a athirst flavor on his face as Cameron laid sprawled out under him, looking up at the old Lord with a curious expression and nervous smile. If the boy had to be honest, he was uneasy, unsure of what was going to materialize. 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 optic, sparkling and gleaming with all the confidence of a child."Yes."

A jubilant smile came over God Almighty Remington's side as he straddled the young boy's body. Cameron simply laid back and let him grab his reduce calves, raising them up to roost over his berm. This bm of his branch spread his small butt brass open slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a little uncomfortable at first."Creator Remington said, as one manus caressed Cameron's smooth, slim down thigh. His early helping hand was gripping the floor of his set up cock as he took aim."But it'll feel good after you get used to it. I promise."

Immediately Cameron felt pressure against his anal retentive opening as the old Maker pressed his tip against his pocket-size gob. It was too rigorous, however, his opening night was too small for entry, 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 fight it."

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

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

"I-I'm trying."

Several more moment passed with no succeeder, and Cameron now found himself wincing as the old Lord pushed hard against his opening move. The knifelike infliction against his rectum has now increased and was beginning to really annoy the boy.

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

Lord Remington, though, did not let up, and continued to press his penis head against Cameron's small hole."Just keep back on for a patch more, little Leo. It'll smell upright soon."

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

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

He saw the expression on the old Duke's font change, and for a second base Cameron sentiment he had actually managed to convert Lord Remington to stop trying to fall into place him. The pressing against anus eased up for a moment, which gave Cameron some time to breathe. But in truth, Lord Remington was only taking this clip to get a better clasp on the boy to lunge into him. Cameron felt the Duke's workforce go to his shoulder, holding him in place, before thrusting his rose hip forward in one knockout push.

Cameron's eyes widened as he felt the erect shaft 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 oral cavity in a silent gasp.

Never before had he thought that a foreign object would enter his consistency sexually ; that happened only to cleaning lady, and the feeling of having something so intrusive lodged inside of him so suddenly felt like nada he could describe.

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

Once again, the feeling of the alien object inserted into his consistency sliding in and then out continuously was indescribable, and Cameron could only lay back on the bed, panting as overlord Remington had his way with him. It did not take very long for the old overlord's thrusting to travel rapidly up suddenly, and before he knew it, Lord Remington had reached orgasm.

"Oh !"

Cameron felt string after drawstring of cum tear inside of his anal epithelial duct, filling and flooding his minuscule hollow with big semen as the Duke pumped his stallion consignment straight into the boy's fag. It felt ... warm, and intimate. Semen from inside of the old Lord had just been deposited full-strength inside of Cameron's own asshole, and as they remained there joined together as one for several minute in the aftermath of Lord Remington's coming, Cameron knew he had never felt closer to anyone before, not like this.

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

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

And so they lay together on the bed, naked and panting from their rather vigorous exertions. While the older Lord slept soundly, glowing in his office orgasmic euphory, Cameron could not find a way to close his eyes, to discontinue the persuasion from racing in his mind. Was doing this right ? Letting the old Duke have his way with him like that ? He loved the old master now, of course, but did Maker Remington care for him the Lapplander way too ? Or was he just the man's plaything ?

Cameron eventually managed to staunch the never-ending flow of thoughts in his creative thinker, finding that seeing Maker Remington so happy was worth it, and what they did wasn't so bad. And so, Cameron finally allowed himself to close down his eyes and drift off to sleep on the plush mattress bed while the carriage continued traveling through the night .