“ Let the guilty footstep forward."

chains hung from Cameron's shackled wrists and ankles, clanging against each other as his body trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blonde hair had been cropped to no more than a crowd cut stylus, and his clothes were dirty and buck from his imprisonment. His face was also smudged with poop and scrapes, which made his hopeful dark middle stand out very much more.

"Go on then,"The gruff safety device behind him grunted, pushing him forward."It's metre to face justice."

Stepping out of the shadows and into the light of the courthouse, the young boy was immediately met with jeers and snort from the crowd awaiting his sentencing. Stones were thrown his way, well-nigh missing, but some finding its mark. A pit struck him square on the chest as he walked, knocking the air out of him, and another clipped his frontal bone as he tried to resume his approaching, sending the boy sprawling to the priming as a gash appeared on his temple.

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

Stumbling forward, Cameron groggily continued his approach path as origin trickled down onto his eye, blinding his vision in one eye. Managing to take a leak it to the center of the courtroom without being pelted by Thomas More stones, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his judges seated at the gamy table, Cameron felt a wave of desperation and hopelessness haste over him. There was no way these men would go promiscuous on him, even if he had committed no crimes.

"overlord Cameron Eveur,"big businessman Edwin thundered with his roaring vox."You have been found guilty of lese majesty and conspiring against your liege. The council has been gathered today to make up one's mind on the set aside punishment for you."

"I say we strip him of his lordship !"One of the eleven Dukes under King Edwin sneered."theatre Eveur is a small and relatively new family. It does not have the story of quondam star sign like ours and will not be missed. Strip him of his deed of conveyance and deed over it to another noble family."

"It is done."King Edwin's flashy representative came."Lord Cameron Eveur, I hereby strip you and your family of all of your claim and acres, and any provision that may amount upon you through your formerly noble name."

safety device stepped forward as Cameron began to cry in desperation. Unsympathetically, they roughly stripped him of his clothes, revealing the bruises that he had received from his captor over the past month. The shirt that bore the sigil of House Eveur and his trouser that bore the noble colors of his phratry were torn, stripped off the final survive extremity of House Eveur. Left in only plain blanched undergarments, the young boy collapsed to his knees in tears and shame.

"home Eveur is no more."Martin Luther 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 streamer against you is one thing, but the late Duke Eveur did aline 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 realm of Ellyria. If the jade green Empress is successful, hundreds of old age of independence and sovereignty would be destroyed ! The Eveur boy deserves punishment for his father's relations with that sorceress. Hang him or decollate him, death is the only suitable punishment for treason."

The bunch roared in approval at that suggestion, and Cameron whimpered. dying was not something the young boy was ready for. Not yet.

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

"A fast death is too good for the son of a traitor."One old Duke laughed."Feed him to the wolves and lions, or let the elephants trample him !"

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

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

Hearing his hapless cries for clemency, the crowd only cheered louder and became more frenetic. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the the great unwashed nor the Divine saw intellect, and the only matter that would sate them was seeing the blood of the double-crosser's son.

But suddenly, one of the eleven Dukes stood up, raising his hand to shush the screaming crew. Cameron knew who he was right away, and watched as the rent flowed down his impertinence as the shrewd and craftiness Lord Remington cleared his throat.

"I think we should all sedate down."Lord Remington was an former gentleman, thin figured and cleanly shaven."We can not let blind rage obscure our vision, we must stay rational."

Cameron felt suddenly that there was just a flyspeck gleam of Leslie Townes Hope for him now, and he listened expectantly to every discussion that left noble Remington's mouth.

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

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

"That is exactly right."Lord Remington replied, looking straight into Cameron's suddenly hopeful eyes."Even if his sire were the most wretched and dishonest man I have ever met, I can not place any blame on this new boy with a crystalize conscience."

For as long as he had remembered, his father was the most solid and noble man Cameron had ever known. The other Maker respected him and came to him for advice, until the day he decided to ally himself with the strumpet Empress's sight for a link and single Ellyria. Ever since then, his father had only been talked about as a salacious man who fell for the Jade Empress's affected charms. And normally, the slights and onrush on his don would let made the young boy wild, but Cameron was too afraid now to experience anything but hopeful for his life-time.

"Lord Remington is wise and speaks the truth."King Edwin noted."The boy is still Whitney Moore Young Jr., and throwing his living away would be a wasteland. Tell me boy, how old are you ?"

Cameron let his gaze gloam to the footing."thirteen years, your highness."His natal day had come and gone during his days in the keep, very surely his worst birthday ever.

"Only thirteen."king Edwin mused."Lord Remington is the right way, we will not kill you."He looked to the tenuous Duke and they exchanged nods."But at the Saami prison term, we can not simply take into account treachery to get off lightly."

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

"With his lands and deed stripped off him,"power Edwin bellowed."I proclaim you, Cameron, cast out from the realm of Osailia ! You must go into exile, no longer will you relish the hospitality of the Kingdom your kinsperson has betrayed. You will roam the farming, with nothing to your name and not a penny 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 young boy thought that he would at to the lowest degree be able-bodied to endure a life similar to the one he has been living as a Duke's only son, perhaps as a ward with another God Almighty or enumeration somewhere in the realm. But exile, expat was a death sentence, though it would just take farsighted, much practically longer.

Guards grabbed at his arms and dragged the boy away as the judicature was dismissed. Cameron had been too much in electrical shock to pay any detail attention 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 borderline, but was alone in mortal's common soldier Chambers.

Observing his environment, Cameron realized that this had to have been one of the courthouse's many fancy adjustment, as the Dukes often had to gather for Thomas More than one day to consider on certain matters. His father used to do that, and had he not been stripped of his form of address, Cameron would have done it too.

"hi, short Lord Eveur. How do you feel ?"

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

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

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

And yet, Lord Remington had been the one to economize his life. If the hearsay were true, that did not prepare signified. Cameron, unsure of whether to trust his gut, decided that perhaps some rumour are just that after all : rumors.

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

"Think not about it, my good boy. I did aught but do what I thought was right."He extended a script and beckoned Cameron to near."seminal fluid, minuscule Cameron. Let me take in a good aspect at you."

Hesitating for a back, Cameron decided that he should heed to the aged man for now. Lord Remington did write his life after all. Stepping forward, Cameron stopped when he was standing just in straw man of the old man, a understructure away from his wooden bed frame. The Lester Willis Young boy was still naked save for his unmentionable and his body still bore the bruises and scratch from his internment. On his head, the slice had stopped bleeding but the blood was dried over, and so were the teardrop on his nerve.

Standing there, Cameron let Godhead Remington's hands hold up his little bruised body as the former man looked closely at him.

"Oh, my boy. See how they have hurt you."His hands caressed Cameron's aspect tenderly."Cameron ... Your begetter used to call you Leo. Can I ring you that ?"

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

"Little Leo,"Almighty Remington continued to say, his hands suddenly beginning to wander around the young boy's bare torso, caressing each and every inch of his smooth hide."The queen has ordered you into exile. I had tried to help you get out demise before, but it seems his highness was very determined to see you abruptly, which is something I can not give up to happen."

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

"And that is why I have called you here, to order 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 majestic rig. I will be traveling to the realm of Xeca for functionary business, you will travel there with me. There, you will figure into the service of business firm Darcy, one of the bombastic and most right dukedom that region."

Cameron thought about that and frowned. It was good news, of track, but the unseasoned boy was now suspicious of good fortune."W-Will I be safe there ?"

"You will."God Almighty Remington's hands hovered at the girdle of his unmentionable as he smiled crookedly."Do not worry, I have made deals that will ensure your safety."

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

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

Before Cameron could even answer, Godhead Remington pulled down his undergarments, letting it leave out down to his ankles. Now fully naked and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his mouth open, unsure of what to do. The elderly man's center meanwhile had grown wide with lust 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 breathing time, as his workforce went around back to grasp firmly on Cameron's tight round tooshie.

The boy nearly jumped in surprise when he felt those clammy old paw on his bare buns, but he knew he couldn't stop Lord Remington. And so, he let the old man fondle his now nude consistency, standing there awkwardly and unsure of what to do. Sure, he knew what sex was, and that it would find estimable if a fair sex touched him in his genital organ. But was it supposed to feel good too when a man touched him there ? dubiousness continued to becloud and reside the Lester Willis Young boy's mind, at least until Lord Remington's hired hand finally reached his private parts.

Cameron let out a soft moan of pleasure as a sweet sensation nipped at his phallus, and suddenly all the uncertainty and doubts that was on his mind disappeared. No longer was Cameron unsure of what was going on ; he just didn't maintenance 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 spear, sending tingles of delight through the boy's trunk every meter his digit rubbed the glans."I can see that. Here, let me make it even better."

By now, Cameron's small member had grown hard to its wide-cut duration of barely five inch, throbbing voiceless with all the teenaged dynamism only young men knew of. Leaning forward, overlord Remington opened his backtalk and took the full-of-the-moon distance of Cameron's voiceless cock into his mouth. It was a warm, wet, and sloppy spirit. The young boy didn't quite know how to report it, but the warm knife slurping against his scantily adolescent prick did finger quite good, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few proceedings of this, Cameron felt a weird sensation construction at the base of his penis, and as Lord Remington suckled him while holding him near and wet, Cameron felt the sentience of ecstasy erupt from his shaft. It was a dry orgasm, since Cameron did not yet produce seed. The boy shuddered in pleasure as his pelvic arch began to instinctively lunge forward into the honest-to-goodness man's lip, moaning in pleasure as he did so.

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

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

"That's okay, child."He said as a severe smile spread across his reduce mouth."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 hard shaft. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a inch braggy than Cameron's own. But unlike the youthful boy's Lord Remington's member was a fully developed and adult peter, which was both veiny and thickset unlike Cameron's own. His testicles 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 access to the throbbing putz."sucking it,"commanded Almighty Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the visual sense of the old man's erect penis, the new boy knew that he really should do as the old noble said if he really cared for his own well-being. After all, Lord Remington was the sole reason Cameron was alive right now. If he displeased the older man in any way, Lord Remington could always withdraw his support for Cameron and the Danton True Young boy would quickly obtain his head word on a pike.

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

Initially, learning to suck cock was sin for Cameron. He found himself gagging every time the tip pressed against his throat, and he was also having difficulty coordinating his respiration through the nozzle while a man's cock remained file firmly inside his mouth. Luckily for him, however, Lord Remington was slow to anger and kind adequate to guide the young boy step by gradation through his first sentence sucking a man's tool, until Cameron no longer felt as uncomfortable as before.

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

Cameron had never tasted semen before, let alone see it with his own two eyes. And yet without warning him, nobleman Remington erupted into the astuteness of the boy's mouth. Thick, viscous R-2 of cum came spurting up into his throat, causing the boy to reflexively tear away and set out coughing to try to get it all out.

"Are you okay ?"Lord Remington asked with a half laugh."Perhaps I should sustain 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 better than to say it out loud to lord Remington.

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

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

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

"okeh, time to get yourself cleaned up,"He ordered."I have new apparel, wise apparel all laid out for you in the drawers. Stay in this room and don't leave for any reason until I come back to get you. I have some business organization to look to before we leave."

And so, the previous Maker Cameron Eveur, last of his dishonored theatre, watched the old Lord Remington leave. A bathroom 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 young boy hadn't had a bathing tub in a whole month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the warm water to launder all the dirt of his torso. The water felt terrific on his consistency, and he knew he should really get himself cleaned up if he was going to be traveling to another realm. Especially if he was going to be serving another sign of the zodiac there.

Serving wasn't something that the former boy Godhead was used to doing ; it was in fact he who'd have twelve of servants tending to him. But if it was what he'd deliver to do to stave off dying a unspeakable demise, then Cameron would take away it.

••••••••••••

For the retiring month, Cameron had been kept in a constant body politic of uncertainty about his circumstances, as his captor had kept him in Sir Ernst Boris Chain inside the profundity of their dungeons. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his life history every single day and never once stopped being scared. His sire was dead, his suddenly body paraded around, and his Sister were deflowered, raped and beaten to dying 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 second, 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 only hoi polloi that Cameron knew he could trust 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 fear was paralyzing.

But now, with the shrewd Lord Remington on his face 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 side who he could put his trust in and trust. And that was not something Cameron wanted to recede, not ever, no topic what the old Lord wanted him to do.

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

After Cameron had cleaned himself up while waiting in nobleman Remington's way, he had taken a few arcminute to take care at himself naked in a mirror. He considered what nobleman Remington had done to him, sucking on his private, and how it had felt. And then he thought about how the old God Almighty, who could have any of the most beautiful women in the land if he so desired, was attracted to him and seemed to really desire him.

It was almost like having a sudden sexual awakening 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 small-scale and only packed a lean muscular build at the very nearly. But apparently, there was an appeal to that, as plain by how overlord Remington tenderly caressed his house body and cupped his small butt cheeks.

Cameron went to catch some Z's after that. The very thinking that his boyish look could be appealing to older men made him giddy, and he was only awakened by Creator Remington much later in the eve when he told the boy that it was time to go. And so, Cameron quickly dressed himself in the garments of a Thomas Nelson Page boy that was laid out for him, and hurried to succeed Jehovah Remington to the awaiting carriage.

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

The interior of the bearing was magnanimous, probably the largest equipage Cameron had ever been in before. His family was a diminished and insignificant one compared to Lord Remington's ancient House, and so his founder never did ride around in fondness bearing like this one, where there was a whole mattress that could fit four or five people easily to sleep on.

"Do you like it ?"Divine Remington asked, noticing the untested 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 spotlight beside him to invite the vernal 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 Godhead's warning and sat down beside him. But the moment he sat down next to Maker Remington, the old man put one arm around the young, ruffling his short 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 last names, nothing about your past life."

Cameron looked up at the old Lord's dark eyes and nodded seriously. He knew that thing would be dissimilar from now on, and he wanted nobleman Remington to know that he understood the implications of that.

"And that means you're going to accept to find out to start calling people by their appropriate titles. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘ Yes, my Lord ’, or ‘ No, my Almighty ’. Understand ?"

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

"Ah, there's no motivation for any of that now,"Lord Remington smiled."I was just letting you know so you'll understand how thing have to be not to bumble your cover from now on. When there are multitude around, of line you'll have to address me as a Lord, as all page boy have to address Dukes."He squeezed his arm around Cameron affectionately."But when we're alone together, small Leo, you can shout out me anything you'd like. First names even."

Cameron smiled back at the sight of Lord Remington's smile. The young boy had almost forgotten this feeling, of what it felt like to have individual he could trust, a close 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, whitish skin as he gazed into his lazuline 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 Jehovah wanted. As if to let Godhead Remington know it was okay, Cameron smiled at him and nodded.

At once, the old man's oculus had closed, the black pupils disappearing behind his eyelids, and he leaned forward. Cameron by now infer what was happening, and though he was anxious and didn't know much how to respond to the Lord's advances, decided to allow master Remington to have his way. It was the least he could do for his savior and benefactor.

Both the old man's handwriting held his face as their lips met, and Lord Remington's kiss became increasingly passionate as he attempted to pressure his spit into the boy's mouth. Cameron, meanwhile, who was totally inexperient with such adult subject, merely sat still on the mattress, center wide open. He did not know how to respond or react, or how to even osculate back.

After a few moments of this, Lord Remington finally broke apart from the kiss and opened his centre. Cameron was a little stunned and perhaps overwhelmed by the passionate osculation still smiled invitingly, however, encouraging the erstwhile Creator 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 foot and unfastened his buckle."We won't need it, not tonight."

Knowing what the Duke wanted, Cameron slipped off his new page's attire until he was left in only his undergarment, and then grinned as he made eye impinging with the older man as he slowly pulled it off to reveal his nudity. noble Remington had by now taken off his plaid shirt and lowered his trousers too, but the older noble was ineffective to take his centre off the boy's bared eubstance the entire time.

Cameron smirked a niggling as he saw that Godhead Remington's erection was already at full attention. He was now suddenly finding himself quite enjoying the boyish appealingness that he had on honest-to-god 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 boldness as Cameron laid sprawled out under him, looking up at the old God Almighty with a funny look and neural smile. If the boy had to be honest, he was uneasy, unsure of what was going to hap. 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 down in the mouth oculus, sparkling and gleaming with all the trust of a child."Yes."

A gleeful grin came over Lord Remington's grimace as he straddled the immature boy's dead body. Cameron simply laid back and let him grab his thin calves, raising them up to breathe over his shoulders. This bm of his ramification spread his belittled bum cheeks open slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a picayune uncomfortable at first."Lord Remington said, as one hand caressed Cameron's smooth, slim second joint. His early hand was gripping the base of his erect 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 possible action as the old Lord pressed his tip against his small muddle. It was too tight, however, his possible action was too minor for entering, 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 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 block off pushing back."

"I-I'm trying."

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

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

Lord Remington, though, did not let up, and continued to agitate his penis head against Cameron's low muddle."Just keep on for a while more, little Leo. It'll feel right soon."

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

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

He saw the expression on the old Duke's face change, and for a 2nd Cameron thought he had actually managed to convince Lord Remington to blockade trying to penetrate him. The pressure sensation against anus eased up for a second, which gave Cameron some meter to rest. But in truth, Almighty Remington was only taking this time to get a better hold on the boy to lunge into him. Cameron felt the Duke's hired man go to his shoulders, holding him in place, before thrusting his hips forward in one arduous push.

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

Never before had he thought that a strange object would enrol his body sexually ; that happened only to woman, and the feeling of having something so intrusive lodged interior of him so suddenly felt like nothing he could describe.

The Duke seemed please however, smiling down at him and stroking his nerve as he muttered something about Cameron being really tight. Before long, Jehovah Remington's rosehip 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 foreign object inserted into his physical structure sliding in and then out continuously was indescribable, 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 Jehovah's thrusting to belt along up suddenly, and before he knew it, overlord Remington had reached orgasm.

"Oh !"

Cameron felt string after drawstring of cum pullulate inside of his anal epithelial duct, filling and flooding his small hole with grownup ejaculate as the Duke pumped his total load straight into the boy's bum. It felt ... warm, and intimate. Semen from inside of the old Lord had just been deposited straight interior of Cameron's own bunghole, and as they remained there joined together as one for several present moment in the aftermath of Lord Remington's orgasm, Cameron knew he had never felt closer to anyone before, not like this.

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

The 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 experience wild or ashamed. How could the boy be angry at master Remington, the only one he had left in this reality ?

And so they lay together on the bed, naked and panting from their rather vigorous sweat. While the quondam lord slept soundly, glowing in his post orgasmic euphoria, Cameron could not find a way to close his optic, to stop the thoughts from racing in his thinker. Was doing this right ? Letting the old Duke have his way with him like that ? He loved the old Lord now, of course, but did Maker Remington care for him the same way too ? Or was he just the man's plaything ?

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