“ Let the shamefaced step forward."

string hung from Cameron's shackled wrists and mortise joint, clanging against each other as his torso trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blonde hair had been cropped to no more than a crew cut manner, and his clothes were dirty and snap from his internment. His face was also smudged with turd and scrapes, which made his bright blue eyes stand out very much more.

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

Stepping out of the shadows and into the sparkle of the courthouse, the Lester Willis Young boy was immediately met with jeers and boos from the crowd awaiting his sentencing. Stones were thrown his way, most missing, but some finding its mug. A stone struck him square on the chest as he walked, knocking the air out of him, and another clipped his forehead as he tried to resume his attack, sending the boy sprawling to the ground as a slice appeared on his temple.

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

Stumbling forward, Cameron groggily continued his glide path as line of descent trickled down onto his middle, blinding his vision in one eye. Managing to make it to the centre of attention of the courtroom without being pelted by More Harlan Fiske Stone, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his judges seated at the high table, Cameron felt a wave of despair and hopelessness rush over him. There was no way these men would go slow on him, even if he had committed no crimes.

"nobleman Cameron Eveur,"King Edwin thundered with his yowl spokesperson."You have been found shamefaced of treason and conspiring against your liege. The council has been gathered today to decide on the appropriate penalization for you."

"I say we strip him of his lordship !"One of the eleven Dukes under King Edwin sneered."House Eveur is a small and relatively new house. It does not have the story of Old houses like ours and will not be missed. slip him of his titles and grant it to another noble family."

"It is done."world-beater Edwin's gimcrack voice came."master Cameron Eveur, I hereby pillage you and your family of all of your title and Edwin Herbert Land, and any provision that may get upon you through your formerly Lord name."

Guards stepped forward as Cameron began to cry in despair. Unsympathetically, they roughly stripped him of his clothes, revealing the bruise that he had received from his captor over the preceding calendar month. The shirt that bore the sigil of sign Eveur and his pant that bore the noble colors of his family were torn, stripped off the last pull through extremity of House Eveur. Left in only plain ashen undergarment, the vernal boy collapsed to his stifle in tear and shame.

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

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

"That is beyond treason."Agreed a fat Duke."Not only did that action menace our kingdom, but also all the land of Ellyria. If the fornicatress Empress is successful, hundreds of years of independence and sovereignty would be destroyed ! The Eveur boy deserves punishment for his don's traffic with that sorceress. Hang him or behead him, death is the sole suitable punishment for treason."

The crew roared in approval at that suggestion, and Cameron whimpered. expiry was not something the young boy was cook for. Not yet.

"This is a sentencing."The King said."Surely we have all gathered here today knowing that demise is the penalty suitable for our Lord Eveur's offence. The head 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 woman chaser and lions, or let the elephants trample him !"

"Or even better,"The fat Duke looked pleased."We could break little lord on the wheel. I'm certain many will revel hearing his brittle off-white crack when we smash his small body."

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

earshot his pathetic cries for mercifulness, the gang only cheered loud and became more frenzied. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the hoi polloi nor the Godhead saw intellect, and the only matter that would sate them was seeing the lineage of the traitor's son.

But suddenly, one of the eleven Dukes stood up, raising his helping hand to shush the screech 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 steady down."God Almighty Remington was an older gentleman, slenderize figured and cleanly shaven."We can not let blind rage obscure our imaginativeness, we must rest rational."

Cameron felt suddenly that there was just a tiny glimmer of hope for him now, and he listened expectantly to every Holy Writ that left master Remington's mouth.

"The crimes of his Father were fearful, yes."nobleman Remington continued to say. He had quite a lot of influence and was revered as smart man, so the early Dukes did also hear."But can we really blame a son for who his Father of the Church was ?"

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

"That is exactly right."master Remington replied, looking straight into Cameron's suddenly aspirer optic."Even if his father were the most vile and dishonorable man I have ever met, I can not send any blame on this untried boy with a bring in conscience."

For as long as he had remembered, his father was the most solid and noble man Cameron had ever known. The other Creator respected him and came to him for advice, until the day he decided to ally himself with the strumpet Empress's visual sensation for a united and ace Ellyria. Ever since then, his father had only been talked about as a lewd man who fell for the slut Empress's affected charms. And normally, the rebuff and attacks on his father would own made the Cy Young boy angry, but Cameron was too afraid now to feel anything but aspirer for his life.

"noble Remington is smart and speaks the truth."Rex Edwin noted."The boy is still Lester Willis Young, and throwing his living away would be a waste. recite me boy, how old are you ?"

Cameron let his gaze fall to the dry land."long dozen yr, your highness."His natal day had come and gone during his days in the dungeon, very surely his worst birthday ever.

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

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

"With his lands and deed of conveyance stripped off him,"King Edwin bellowed."I proclaim you, Cameron, cast out from the Kingdom of Osailia ! You must go into deportation, no prospicient will you love the cordial reception of the Kingdom your family has betrayed. You will roam the land, with nothing to your name and not a penny to keep you from thirst or hungriness. Go now, and get out of my sight."

Cameron was stunned. When he realized that he wouldn't be executed, the Brigham Young boy thought that he would at least be able-bodied to inhabit a animation standardized to the one he has been living as a Duke's only son, perhaps as a ward with another Jehovah or tally somewhere in the land. But expatriation, deportee was a death condemnation, though it would just take longer, much much longer.

Guards grabbed at his arm and dragged the boy away as the court was dismissed. Cameron had been too very much in shock to pay any particular attending to anything, and everything around him seemed to go by in a blur. Soon however, Cameron quickly realized that he had not yet been dragged off in a wagon train to be dropped off outside the land's borders, but was alone in someone's buck private chamber.

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

"Hello, little Creator Eveur. How do you finger ?"

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

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

He heard often in his household how Lord Remington was a foxiness snake and not to be trusted, and had even heard rumour that it was he who betrayed his forefather during that final fight. Jehovah Eveur, his wife, and girl had died that day, and with the uprising put down, the new lord, Cameron Eveur, was captured and imprisoned.

And yet, lord Remington had been the one to salvage his lifetime. If the rumors were true, that did not make 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 lifetime today, Lord Remington."Cameron said again as the man walked in, past him, and sat himself down on the ornate bed at the pass of the room."I-I know our families haven't always agreed in the preceding, but I can not abnegate that today I am indebted to you."

"Think not about it, my practiced boy. I did nothing but do what I thought was right."He extended a manus and beckoned Cameron to approach."seed, minuscule Cameron. Let me take a well look at you."

Hesitating for a minute, Cameron decided that he should mind to the older man for now. nobleman Remington did economise his life after all. Stepping forward, Cameron stopped when he was standing just in front line of the old man, a understructure away from his wooden bed anatomy. The youth boy was still naked save for his undergarments and his organic structure still bore the bruises and scrape from his incarceration. On his head, the gash had stopped bleeding but the blood was dried over, and so were the tears on his cheeks.

Standing there, Cameron let Lord Remington's hands hold his lilliputian wound body as the erstwhile man looked closely at him.

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

It wasn't only his forefather ; all the servants and courtiers back in his rook had called him by that epithet. They called him that because of how brave everyone would say he'd grow up to be, which was fitting of his home's sigil. Only those who had watched him uprise up called him that, and it felt unearthly hearing a unknown call him that. Nevertheless, everyone he knew were all surely dead by now, and so Cameron nodded, giving the old man permit to call in him by his childhood nickname.

"Little Leo,"lord Remington continued to say, his hands suddenly beginning to wander around the unseasoned boy's bare torso, caressing each and every in of his legato skin."The big businessman has ordered you into exile. I had tried to help oneself you escape decease before, but it seems his loftiness was very determined to see you abruptly, which is something I can not allow to happen."

The old man's hands had drifted downward, now gently caressing Cameron's let down back and abdomen.

"And that is why I have called you here, to tell you that I have made special transcription for you. Tonight, you leave the Kingdom of Osailia not bound and gagged in a caravan, but in my own royal posture. I will be traveling to the Kingdom of Xeca for official commercial enterprise, you will go there with me. There, you will enter into the help of home Darcy, one of the gravid and most potent duchies that region."

Cameron thought about that and frowned. It was good news, of course, but the Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy was now suspicious of adept fortune."W-Will I be condom there ?"

"You will."God Almighty Remington's hired hand hovered at the girdle of his undergarments as he smiled crookedly."Do not occupy, I have made bargain that will ensure your safety."

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

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

Before Cameron could even answer, Lord Remington pulled down his undergarments, letting it drop down to his mortise joint. Now fully nude and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his mouth open, unsure of what to do. The older man's middle meanwhile had grown astray with lust and lechery, savoring each and every point of Cameron's barely pubescent cock.

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

The boy nearly jumped in surprise when he felt those dank old hands on his bare ass, but he knew he couldn't plosive speech sound Lord Remington. And so, he let the old man fondle his now nude consistence, standing there awkwardly and unsure of what to do. Sure, he knew what sex was, and that it would feel good if a woman touched him in his buck private. But was it supposed to find good too when a man touched him there ? Doubts continued to mist and engross the young boy's head, at least until Lord Remington's hands finally reached his genitalia.

Cameron let out a flaccid moan of pleasure as a sweet whiz nipped at his member, and suddenly all the uncertainty and dubiety 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 shaft, sending quiver of pleasure through the boy's consistence every time his fingers rubbed the glans."I can see that. Here, let me hit it even better."

By now, Cameron's slight penis had grown hard to its full distance of barely five inch, throbbing intemperately with all the teenaged heartiness only young men knew of. Leaning forward, Lord Remington opened his mouth and took the wide-cut duration of Cameron's knockout stopcock into his mouth. It was a warm, wet, and sloughy feeling. The unseasoned boy didn't quite know how to name it, but the warm tongue slurping against his just stripling pecker did feel quite serious, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few minutes of this, Cameron felt a weird sensation building at the basis of his penis, and as Lord Remington suckled him while holding him close and plastered, Cameron felt the sensations of ecstasy erupt from his putz. It was a dry orgasm, since Cameron did not yet produce semen. The boy shuddered in pleasure as his hips began to instinctively lunge forward into the older man's mouth, moaning in pleasure as he did so.

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

Cameron felt a little embarrass by this and felt his boldness turn red."Not yet, my Lord."

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

Creator Remington pulled down his trousers and revealed his own surd shaft. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a inch bigger than Cameron's own. But unlike the young boy's noble Remington's member was a fully developed and adult hammer, which was both veiny and thick unlike Cameron's own. His egg too had descended fully, and his scrotum was saggy and wrinkly.

Prompted by overlord Remington, Cameron got down to his knees as the old man spread his peg apart, giving the boy more access to the throbbing hammer."sucking it,"commanded overlord Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the batch of the old man's rear member, the unseasoned boy knew that he really should do as the old Maker said if he really cared for his own wellbeing. After all, Lord Remington was the sole reasonableness Cameron was alive right now. If he displeased the older man in any way, Lord Remington could always recall his financial support for Cameron and the young boy would quickly get hold his head on a pike.

Trying not to look uncomfortable, Cameron lowered his head and took the old prick into his oral fissure. His first thoughts was that it tasted quite salty and nauseating than he could have ever expected. And yet, Cameron fought against his own repulsion and continued to unsay the pecker into his oral fissure, until he felt the very tip touching the back of his throat.

Initially, learning to absorb 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 nozzle while a man's peter remained stick firmly inside his mouth. Luckily for him, however, master Remington was slow to anger and kind decent to manoeuvre the Whitney Young boy step by step through his first clock 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 quill, his Danton True Young pink rim enveloping every inch of the old man's cock with its warm, wet kiss. And before long, the old Almighty soon began to become lost in pleasure and ecstasy as he began to throw upward into Cameron's mouth, becoming increasingly more phrenetic with his thrusting until finally, the old man came.

Cameron had never tasted seminal fluid before, let alone see it with his own two eye. And yet without warning him, Lord Remington erupted into the depths of the boy's sassing. thick, unenviable roofy of cum came spurting up into his throat, causing the boy to reflexively pull away and begin coughing to try to get it all out.

"Are you okay ?"overlord Remington asked with a half joke."Perhaps I should have warned you. It is your first gear clock time after all."

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

"Next time, try swallowing."The old Lord said as he put away his softening erection back into his trouser, winking at the boy."It works much undecomposed 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 Godhead Remington got to his feet.

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

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

The untested boy hadn't had a bath in a unharmed month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the warm water to wash out all the dirt of his eubstance. The water 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 star sign there.

Serving wasn't something that the erstwhile boy noble 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 have to do to avoid dying a terrible death, then Cameron would withdraw it.

••••••••••••

For the preceding calendar month, Cameron had been kept in a unvarying DoS of uncertainty about his fate, as his captor had kept him in chains inside the profundity of their dungeons. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his life every unity day and never once stopped being scared. His father was idle, his deadened organic structure paraded around, and his sisters were deflowered, raped and beaten to destruction before his very eyes. Cameron remembered locking heart with one of his babe as the men raped her, and he had been very sure that at that minute, she was already bushed 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 entirely people that Cameron knew he could believe was his family, and they were all gone. His handmaiden 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 aloneness and fright was paralyzing.

But now, with the shrewd Godhead 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 soul out there watching out for him, someone on his slope who he could put his faith in and trust. And that was not something Cameron wanted to miss, not ever, no affair what the old noble wanted him to do.

"How do you experience ?"overlord Remington asked as they sat inside the plush and well furnished pushchair.

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

It was almost like having a sudden sexual waking up or an epiphany of some sort. 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 modest and only packed a lean muscular frame at the very well-nigh. But apparently, there was an appeal to that, as evident by how Creator Remington tenderly caressed his firm organic structure and cupped his small butt joint cheeks.

Cameron went to sleep after that. The very call up that his boyish looks could be appealing to older men made him giddy, and he was only awakened by Lord Remington much later in the evening when he told the boy that it was 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 keep abreast 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 baby carriage Cameron had ever been in before. His family was a small and insignificant one compared to master Remington's antediluvian sign, and so his father never did ride around in fancy go-cart like this one, where there was a whole mattress that could fit four or five multitude easily to sleep on.

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

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

noble Remington laughed and set himself down on the mattress, patting the stain beside him to invite the untested 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 Lord's word of advice and sat down beside him. But the moment he sat down succeeding to Lord Remington, the old man put one arm around the young, ruffling his unawares golden hairs as he inched closer to the boy.

"You know, you're going to have got to protrude getting used to talking to mass differently. You're not Duke Eveur anymore, you're a page named Cameron whose parents sold you into servitude under me. No final stage epithet, nothing about your past life."

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

"And that means you're going to hold to learn to start calling the great unwashed by their appropriate titles. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘ Yes, my Godhead ’, or ‘ No, my Lord ’. Understand ?"

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

"Ah, there's no penury for any of that now,"lord Remington smiled."I was just letting you know so you'll understand how matter have to be not to blow your top from now on. When there are mass around, of course you'll have to deal 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, piddling Leo, you can call me anything you'd like. commencement names even."

Cameron smiled back at the sight of Lord Remington's grin. The Thomas Young boy had almost forgotten this feeling, of what it felt like to have someone he could entrust, a tight admirer he knew wouldn't betray him and would stay fresh him safe.

Jehovah Remington's hand had come up to Cameron's cheek by now, and he was softly stroking the boy's smooth, milky skin as he gazed into his cerulean blue eyes. There was something in those eye that Cameron saw, a want, a desire, and Cameron knew that it was he that the old master 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 black-market schoolchild disappearing behind his palpebra, and he leaned forward. Cameron by now empathize what was happening, and though he was uneasy and didn't know much how to respond to the God Almighty's advances, decided to reserve Maker Remington to deliver his way. It was the least he could do for his savior and benefactor.

Both the old man's hands held his font as their back talk met, and Lord Remington's snog became increasingly passionate as he attempted to coerce his lingua into the boy's back talk. Cameron, meanwhile, who was totally inexperienced with such grownup matters, merely sat still on the mattress, center wide outdoors. He did not know how to answer or respond, or how to even kiss back.

After a few moment of this, Lord Remington finally broke apart from the buss and opened his eyes. Cameron was a minuscule KO'd and perhaps overwhelmed by the passionate kiss still smiled invitingly, however, encouraging the one-time Lord that he was alright with it. After some thought, Maker Remington finally spoke again.

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

Knowing what the Duke wanted, Cameron slipped off his new page's dress until he was left in only his undergarment, and then grinned as he made eye middleman with the older man as he slowly pulled it off to bring out his nudity. overlord Remington had by now taken off his tartan shirt and lowered his trouser too, but the older Lord was ineffective to take his centre off the boy's bared body the entire metre.

Cameron smirked a little as he saw that Lord Remington's erection was already at full attention. He was now suddenly finding himself quite enjoying the boyish prayer that he had on elder 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 look on his side as Cameron laid sprawled out under him, looking up at the old Lord with a rummy look and nervous grin. If the boy had to be honest, he was nervous, unsure of what was going to go on. 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 innocent bluish eyes, sparkling and gleaming with all the trust of a child."Yes."

A gleeful smile came over Godhead Remington's face as he straddled the young boy's body. Cameron simply laid back and let him grab his thin calfskin, raising them up to roost over his berm. This effort of his legs spread his small buttocks buttock open slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a little uncomfortable at first."noble Remington said, as one manus caressed Cameron's shine, slim thigh. His other manus was gripping the base of his erect turncock as he took aim."But it'll feeling good after you get used to it. I promise."

Immediately Cameron felt force per unit area against his anal opening as the old Lord pressed his tip against his small muddle. It was too tight, however, his opening 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."Creator Remington reminded."Don't fight it."

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

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

"I-I'm trying."

Several more bit passed with no success, and Cameron now found himself wincing as the old Godhead pushed hard against his opening. The tart pain against his rectum has now increased and was beginning to really get at the boy.

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

Almighty Remington, though, did not let up, and continued to press his penis head against Cameron's small hole."Just withstand on for a while more, minuscule Leo. It'll feeling good soon."

Cameron let out a yelp as the Duke thrusted his hips forward hard, causing his tip to almost barely slip 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 penis against the boy's hairless and smooth out hole.

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

He saw the reflexion on the old Duke's face alteration, and for a second Cameron mentation he had actually managed to convince Lord Remington to stop trying to fathom him. The insistency against anus eased up for a second, which gave Cameron some time to breathe. But in trueness, overlord Remington was only taking this time to get a ameliorate storage area on the boy to thrust into him. Cameron felt the Duke's hands go to his shoulders, holding him in office, before thrusting his pelvis forward in one hard 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 mouth in a mum gasp.

Never before had he thought that a foreign object would infix his torso sexually ; that happened only to women, and the feeling of having something so intrusive lodged inside of him so suddenly felt like zilch he could describe.

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

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

"Oh !"

Cameron felt string after bowed stringed instrument of cum inject inside of his anal duct, filling and flooding his minor hole with adult cum as the Duke pumped his entire freight straight into the boy's hind end. It felt ... warm, and intimate. Semen from inside of the old Jehovah had just been deposited straight inside of Cameron's own whoreson, and as they remained there joined together as one for respective bit in the aftermath of Lord Remington's orgasm, Cameron knew he had never felt closer to anyone before, not like this.

"Cameron ..."noble 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 retentive first step. He had just been used, taken like a toy by this man, and yet Cameron did not palpate angry or ashamed. How could the boy be raging at Almighty 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 travail. While the older Lord slept soundly, glowing in his post orgasmic euphoria, Cameron could not receive a way to close his eye, to hold back the thought process from racing in his mind. Was doing this rightfield ? Letting the old Duke give his way with him like that ? He loved the old Lord now, of course, but did master Remington care for him the same way too ? Or was he just the man's plaything ?

Cameron eventually managed to staunch the unremitting flow of idea in his creative thinker, finding that seeing Lord Remington so glad was Worth it, and what they did wasn't so bad. And so, Cameron finally allowed himself to close his eyes and drift off to kip on the plush mattress bed while the passenger car continued traveling through the night .