“ Let the shamefaced footmark forward."

chemical chain hung from Cameron's shackled wrist and ankles, clanging against each other as his body trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blonde hair had been cropped to no Thomas More than a gang cut style, and his clothes were dirty and torn from his incarceration. His face was also smudged with dirt and scratching, which made his bright disconsolate heart stand out much more.

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

Stepping out of the phantom and into the light of the courthouse, the young boy was immediately met with jeer and raspberry from the gang awaiting his sentencing. Edward Durell Stone were thrown his way, most missing, but some finding its Deutschmark. A Harlan Stone struck him square on the chest of drawers 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 dry land as a gash appeared on his temple.

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

Stumbling forward, Cameron groggily continued his approach shot as blood trickled down onto his eyes, blinding his imaginativeness in one eye. Managing to realise it to the center of the courtroom without being pelted by Thomas More stones, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his judge seated at the high table, Cameron felt a wafture of desperation 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,"male monarch Edwin thundered with his roaring articulation."You have been found guilty of perfidy and conspiring against your feudatory. 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 xi Dukes under King Edwin sneered."House Eveur is a small and relatively new home. It does not stimulate the account of old star sign like ours and will not be missed. Strip him of his title and grant it to another noble family."

"It is done."King Edwin's garish voice came."God Almighty Cameron Eveur, I hereby strip you and your family of all of your statute title and state, and any proviso that may come upon you through your formerly noble name."

sentry duty stepped forward as Cameron began to cry in desperation. Unsympathetically, they roughly stripped him of his dress, revealing the bruises that he had received from his captors over the past month. The shirt that bore the sigil of House Eveur and his trouser that bore the noble colors of his family were torn, stripped off the last surviving member of House Eveur. Left in only patently albumen unmentionable, the youth boy collapsed to his knee in tears and shame.

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

"My king,"Another Duke chimed in."Raising banners against you is one matter, but the later Duke Eveur did align himself also with the loyalist faction under the Jade Empress."

"That is beyond treason."Agreed a fat Duke."Not only did that action menace our land, but also all the land of Ellyria. If the hack Empress is successful, 100 of old age of independence and sovereignty would be destroyed ! The Eveur boy deserves punishment for his father's transaction with that sorceress. Hang him or decollate him, death is the only suitable punishment for treason."

The crowd roared in approval at that prompting, and Cameron whimpered. expiry was not something the Lester Willis Young boy was ready for. Not yet.

"This is a sentencing."The baron said."Surely we have all gathered here today knowing that dying is the punishment suitable for our Lord Eveur's crimes. The head is, how should this boy die ?"

"A quick dying is too near for the son of a traitor."One old Duke laughed."Feed him to the woman chaser and Leo the Lion, or let the elephants trample him !"

"Or even better,"The fat Duke looked pleased."We could wear piddling Almighty on the wheel. I'm sure many will enjoy hearing his brittle bones crack when we smash his small body."

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

listening his miserable cries for mercy, the bunch only cheered gimcrack and became more frenzied. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the mass nor the lords saw reason, and the only matter that would fill them was seeing the stock of the traitor's son.

But suddenly, one of the eleven Dukes stood up, raising his hand to shush the shrieking gang. 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 quieten down."Lord Remington was an senior valet de chambre, thin out figured and cleanly shaven."We can not let dim storm obscure our vision, we must detain rational."

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

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

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

"That is exactly right."Divine Remington replied, looking straight into Cameron's suddenly hopeful eyes."Even if his father were the most loathsome and dishonorable man I have ever met, I can not place any rap on this young boy with a clear conscience."

For as long as he had remembered, his sire was the most upstanding and imposing man Cameron had ever known. The other Godhead respected him and came to him for advice, until the day he decided to ally himself with the loose woman Empress's vision for a join and single Ellyria. Ever since then, his sire had only been talked about as a lewd man who fell for the loose woman Empress's unnatural charms. And normally, the slight and onset on his Church Father would bear made the young boy angry, but Cameron was too afraid now to experience anything but wannabe for his aliveness.

"God Almighty Remington is wise and speaks the truth."King 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 evenfall to the terra firma."thirteen years, your highness."His birthday had come and gone during his Day in the dungeon, very surely his worst birthday ever.

"Only thirteen."mogul Edwin mused."Lord Remington is the right way, we will not kill you."He looked to the thin Duke and they exchanged nods."But at the same fourth dimension, we can not simply let treason to get off lightly."

The tumid magnate hammered his fist onto the high board, shocking Cameron.

"With his state and statute title stripped off him,"King Edwin bellowed."I proclaim you, Cameron, cast out from the Kingdom of Osailia ! You must go into exile, no longer will you relish the hospitality of the Kingdom your kinsperson has betrayed. You will wander the land, with nothing to your public figure and not a centime to deliver you from thirst or thirstiness. 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 least be able to live a life standardised to the one he has been living as a Duke's only son, perhaps as a ward with another overlord or Count somewhere in the Kingdom. But exile, expatriate was a end prison term, though it would just take yearner, much a good deal longer.

Guards grabbed at his arms and dragged the boy away as the court was dismissed. Cameron had been too lots in shock to pay any particular care 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 caravan to be dropped off outside the Kingdom's borders, but was alone in someone's private chambers.

Observing his environment, Cameron realized that this had to bear been one of the courthouse's many fancy accommodations, as the Dukes often had to forgather 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 stimulate done it too.

"Hello, little Lord Eveur. How do you feel ?"

The threshold to the chambers opened and then closed behind the boy, startling him. Lord Remington entered the way and had on a smile that spread across his tenuous lips.

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

He heard often in his household how Almighty Remington was a cunning snake and not to be trusted, and had even heard rumors that it was he who betrayed his founder during that net struggle. noble Eveur, his married woman, and daughter 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 make unnecessary his aliveness. If the rumors were dependable, that did not make sense. Cameron, unsure of whether to entrust his gut, decided that perhaps some rumour are just that after all : rumors.

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

"Think not about it, my unspoiled boy. I did nada but do what I thought was right."He extended a hand and beckoned Cameron to go about."Come, little Cameron. Let me take a trade good facial expression at you."

Hesitating for a sec, Cameron decided that he should listen to the older man for now. noble Remington did pull through his life after all. Stepping forward, Cameron stopped when he was standing just in front of the old man, a foot away from his wooden bed underframe. The young boy was still naked save for his unmentionable and his body still bore the bruises and scrapes from his imprisonment. 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 little bruised body as the older man looked closely at him.

"Oh, my boy. See how they have hurt you."His deal caressed Cameron's face tenderly."Cameron ... Your father used to phone you Leo. Can I name you that ?"

It wasn't only his begetter ; 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 planetary 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 dead by now, and so Cameron nodded, giving the old man permission to call him by his puerility nickname.

"Little Leo,"Lord Remington continued to say, his custody suddenly beginning to rove around the young boy's bare torso, caressing each and every inch of his smooth pelt."The King has ordered you into exile. I had tried to assist you bunk decease before, but it seems his loftiness was very ascertain to see you dead, which is something I can not allow to happen."

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

"And that is why I have called you here, to severalize you that I have made particular arrangements for you. Tonight, you leave the Kingdom of Osailia not bound and gagged in a van, but in my own royal stroller. I will be traveling to the Kingdom of Xeca for official line of work, you will travel there with me. There, you will enrol into the overhaul of House Darcy, one of the largest and most powerful duchy that region."

Cameron thought about that and frowned. It was good tidings, of course, but the young boy was now suspicious of good fate."W-Will I be dependable there ?"

"You will."Lord Remington's hands hovered at the waistband of his undergarments as he smiled crookedly."Do not worry, I have made raft that will control your safety."

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

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

Before Cameron could even respond, Lord Remington pulled down his undergarments, letting it drop down to his ankle joint. Now fully nude and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his mouth opened, unsure of what to do. The older man's centre meanwhile had grown broad with starve and lechery, savoring each and every detail of Cameron's barely pubescent cock.

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

The boy nearly jumped in surprisal when he felt those clammy old paw on his bare stern, but he knew he couldn't stop Creator Remington. And so, he let the old man fondle his now naked torso, standing there awkwardly and unsure of what to do. Sure, he knew what sex was, and that it would feel good if a fair sex touched him in his genitalia. But was it supposed to palpate good too when a man touched him there ? doubt continued to cloud and take the young boy's mind, at to the lowest degree until Maker Remington's hands finally reached his genitalia.

Cameron let out a sonant moan of pleasure as a unfermented sensation nipped at his penis, and suddenly all the uncertainty and doubts that was on his creative thinker disappeared. No longer was Cameron unsure of what was going on ; he just didn't care anymore. Now all he wanted was for noble 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 lance, sending tingle of pleasure through the boy's body every time his finger's breadth rubbed the glans."I can see that. Here, let me make it even better."

By now, Cameron's niggling penis had grown hard to its good length of barely five inches, throbbing hard with all the teenaged vigor only untried men knew of. Leaning forward, Lord Remington opened his backtalk and took the broad length of Cameron's hard cock into his mouth. It was a warm, wet, and sloppy feeling. The Thomas Young boy didn't quite know how to name it, but the warm tongue slurping against his scarcely adolescent dick did experience quite good, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few minutes of this, Cameron felt a weird sensation building at the root of his penis, and as Lord Remington suckled him while holding him finale and besotted, Cameron felt the sensations of ecstasy erupt from his gumshoe. It was a dry orgasm, since Cameron did not yet produce semen. The boy shuddered in pleasure as his hips began to instinctively thrust forward into the sure-enough man's mouth, moaning in joy as he did so.

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

Cameron felt a lilliputian chagrined by this and felt his face good turn red."Not yet, my Lord."

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

Lord Remington pulled down his trousers and revealed his own grueling dick. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a inch bigger than Cameron's own. But unlike the Brigham Young boy's Lord Remington's extremity was a fully developed and adult pecker, which was both veiny and thick unlike Cameron's own. His nut too had descended fully, and his scrotum was saggy and wrinkly.

Prompted by Lord Remington, Cameron got down to his knees as the old man spread his legs apart, giving the boy More accession to the throbbing turncock."suck it,"commanded noble Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the tidy sum of the old man's erect penis, the young boy knew that he really should do as the old Lord said if he really cared for his own well-being. After all, Godhead Remington was the lonesome reason Cameron was active right now. If he displeased the older man in any way, master Remington could always withdraw his bread and butter for Cameron and the young boy would quickly find his head on a pike.

Trying not to appear uncomfortable, Cameron lowered his mind and took the old peter into his oral fissure. His initiatory view was that it tasted quite salty and nauseating than he could stimulate ever expected. And yet, Cameron fought against his own repulsion and continued to accept the cock into his lip, until he felt the very tip touching the spinal column of his throat.

Initially, learning to suck cock was underworld for Cameron. He found himself gagging every time the tip pressed against his pharynx, and he was also having difficulty coordinating his external respiration through the nose while a man's cock remained deposit firmly inside his mouthpiece. Luckily for him, however, Lord Remington was slow up to anger and kind enough to guide the Danton True Young boy step by step through his commencement 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 young pink lips enveloping every column inch of the old man's shaft with its warm, wet candy kiss. And before long, the old Godhead soon began to become lost in pleasance and ecstasy as he began to force upward into Cameron's mouth, becoming increasingly more frantic with his thrusting until finally, the old man came.

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

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

"I'm fine."Cameron gasped. Though he was kind of sickened, and perhaps disgusted, Cameron once again knew right 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 trousers, winking at the boy."It works much safe 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 threshold and Lord Remington got to his feet.

"okay, fourth dimension to get yourself cleaned up,"He ordered."I have new clothes, fresh clothes all laid out for you in the boxers. rest in this room and don't leave for any cause until I come back to get you. I have some concern to pay heed to before we leave."

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

The unseasoned boy hadn't had a bath in a unanimous calendar month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the warm water to wash all the grunge of his consistency. The water felt terrific on his eubstance, 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.

service wasn't something that the former boy lord was used to doing ; it was in fact he who'd have loads of servants tending to him. But if it was what he'd experience to do to forefend dying a dreaded expiry, then Cameron would pack it.

••••••••••••

For the yesteryear month, Cameron had been kept in a incessant state of uncertainty about his circumstances, as his captors had kept him in chain of mountains inside the depths of their dungeons. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his life history every exclusive day and never once stopped being scared. His Fatherhood was dead, his dead consistence paraded around, and his babe were deflowered, raped and beat out to Death before his very eyes. Cameron remembered locking middle with one of his sisters as the men raped her, and he had been very certain that at that moment, she was already dead 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 humans. The only the great unwashed that Cameron knew he could trust was his kinsperson, 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 loneliness and fear was paralyzing.

But now, with the shrewd Jehovah 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 someone out there watching out for him, someone on his position who he could put his faith in and trustfulness. And that was not something Cameron wanted to miss, not ever, no thing what the old Almighty wanted him to do.

"How do you experience ?"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 way, he had taken a few minutes to look at himself naked in a mirror. He considered what Divine Remington had done to him, sucking on his buck private, and how it had felt. And then he thought about how the old Godhead, who could receive any of the most beautiful women 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 wakening 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 stiff, whereas Cameron was belittled and only packed a tilt muscular frame at the very most. But apparently, there was an collection to that, as discernible by how God Almighty Remington tenderly caressed his firm eubstance and cupped his small fanny cheeks.

Cameron went to sleep after that. The very mentation that his boylike face 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 sentence to go. And so, Cameron quickly dressed himself in the garments of a page boy that was laid out for him, and hurried to follow master Remington to the awaiting carriage.

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

The inside of the carriage was heavy, probably the largest carriage Cameron had ever been in before. His folk was a small and insignificant one compared to Lord Remington's ancient House, and so his begetter never did tease around in fancy carriages like this one, where there was a hale mattress that could fit four or five citizenry easily to kip on.

"Do you like it ?"Jehovah 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 billet beside him to take in the Young boy to sit side by side to him."seminal fluid 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 second he sat down adjacent to Lord Remington, the old man put one arm around the youthfulness, ruffling his dead favorable hairs as he inched closer to the boy.

"You know, you're going to accept 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 live on names, nothing about your past life."

Cameron looked up at the old Lord's dark eyes and nodded seriously. He knew that things would be different from now on, and he wanted Lord Remington to know that he understood the logical implication of that.

"And that means you're going to take to memorise to set out calling masses by their earmark titles. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘ Yes, my Lord ’, or ‘ No, my Lord ’. Understand ?"

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

"Ah, there's no motive for any of that now,"Almighty Remington smiled."I was just letting you know so you'll understand how things have to be not to blow your screening from now on. When there are people around, of course you'll have to plow me as a lord, as all pageboy male child 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 names even."

Cameron smiled back at the sight of Maker Remington's grinning. The immature boy had almost forgotten this flavour, of what it felt like to have someone he could intrust, a close friend he knew wouldn't betray him and would keep him safe.

Lord Remington's script 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 optic that Cameron saw, a neediness, a desire, and Cameron knew that it was he that the old Godhead 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 Black pupils disappearing behind his eyelid, and he leaned forward. Cameron by now understood what was happening, and though he was neural and didn't know much how to respond to the Lord's procession, decided to grant Lord Remington to have his way. It was the least he could do for his Saviour and benefactor.

Both the old man's hands held his face as their sassing met, and Lord Remington's kiss became increasingly passionate as he attempted to ram his tongue into the boy's mouth. Cameron, meanwhile, who was totally inexperienced with such adult issue, merely sat still on the mattress, eye extensive open. He did not screw how to respond or react, or how to even kiss back.

After a few second of this, lord Remington finally broke apart from the kiss and opened his eyes. Cameron was a minuscule sandbag and perhaps overwhelmed by the passionate osculation still smiled invitingly, however, encouraging the older Lord that he was alright with it. After some thought, Jehovah Remington finally spoke again.

"Lay down and take off your clothes."He instructed as he got to his animal foot 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 older man as he slowly pulled it off to divulge his nudeness. Lord Remington had by now taken off his plaid shirt and lowered his trousers too, but the older Lord was ineffective to aim his eye off the boy's bared eubstance the intact time.

Cameron smirked a small as he saw that master Remington's erection was already at full moon attention. He was now suddenly finding himself quite enjoying the schoolboyish ingathering that he had on one-time men, and couldn't waiting to see what he wanted from him.

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

He watched as Lord Remington got on the mattress, a hungry look on his face as Cameron laid sprawled out under him, looking up at the old Creator with a singular look and spooky grin. If the boy had to be honest, he was nervous, 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 innocent blue centre, sparkling and gleaming with all the trust of a child."Yes."

A jubilant smile came over Maker Remington's case as he straddled the young boy's dead body. Cameron simply laid back and let him grab his melt off calves, raising them up to breathe over his berm. This movement of his wooden leg spread his small butt impudence open slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a little uncomfortable at first."Lord Remington said, as one hired man caressed Cameron's smooth out, slim thigh. His early hand was gripping the base of his vertical prick as he took aim."But it'll feel good after you get used to it. I promise."

Immediately Cameron felt pressure level against his anal opening as the old Lord pressed his tip against his small hole. It was too mingy, however, his possible action was too small for entry, and the young boy began to grimace ever so slightly as his sphincter muscle pushed back against the intruding object.

"Just relax."lord Remington reminded."Don't combat 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 end pushing back."

"I-I'm trying."

Several more minutes passed with no succeeder, and Cameron now found himself wincing as the old Almighty pushed hard against his opening. The sharply pain in the ass against his rectum has now increased and was beginning to really nark the boy.

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

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

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

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

He saw the construction on the old Duke's face alteration, and for a minute Cameron sentiment he had actually managed to convince nobleman Remington to halt trying to penetrate him. The pressing against anus eased up for a endorsement, which gave Cameron some time to pass off. But in truth, Lord Remington was only taking this fourth dimension to get a unspoiled postponement on the boy to squeeze into him. Cameron felt the Duke's manus go to his shoulders, holding him in home, before thrusting his hips forward in one knockout push.

Cameron's centre widened as he felt the erect ray of light slip inside of him. He couldn't even yelp or scream, the boy was too surprised by the sudden entree and could only spread his back talk in a still gasp.

Never before had he thought that a foreign object would figure his organic structure sexually ; that happened only to womanhood, and the opinion 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 retentive, Lord Remington's hip joint had begun to make a motion again, rocking back and Forth as he drove his penis in and out of Cameron.

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

"Oh !"

Cameron felt string after string of cum film inside of his anal canal, filling and flooding his small hole with adult semen as the Duke pumped his intact warhead straight into the boy's derriere. It felt ... warm, and confidant. ejaculate from inside of the old Jehovah had just been deposited straight person inside of Cameron's own asshole, and as they remained there joined together as one for several bit in the consequence of noble 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 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 finger angry or ashamed. How could the boy be angry at lord Remington, the only one he had left in this macrocosm ?

And so they lay together on the bed, naked and panting from their rather vigorous exertions. While the older Creator slept soundly, glowing in his military post orgasmic euphoria, Cameron could not find a way to shut down his eyes, to block up the thinking from racing in his mind. Was doing this rightfulness ? Letting the old Duke feature his way with him like that ? He loved the old lord now, of course of study, but did noble Remington caution for him the Saami way too ? Or was he just the man's plaything ?

Cameron eventually managed to stanch the constant flow of thoughts in his mind, finding that seeing Jehovah Remington so happy was worth it, and what they did wasn't so bad. And so, Cameron finally allowed himself to close his oculus and drift off to catch some Z's on the plush mattress bed while the carriage continued traveling through the night .