“ Let the guilty step forward."

strand hung from Cameron's shackled wrists and ankles, clanging against each former as his organic structure trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blond hair had been cropped to no more than a crowd cut style, and his clothes were bemire and torn from his internment. His boldness was also smudged with shit and excoriation, which made his bright naughty heart stand out much more.

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

Stepping out of the shadows and into the sparkle of the courthouse, the immature boy was immediately met with mockery and boos from the crowd awaiting his sentencing. endocarp were thrown his way, most missing, but some finding its mark. 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 re-start his approach, sending the boy sprawling to the terra firma as a gash appeared on his temple.

"Get up !"A safety device yelled, yanking him up to his base mercilessly and shoving him forward before Cameron had properly regained his remainder."Your King awaits you !"

Stumbling forward, Cameron groggily continued his advance as blood trickled down onto his eyes, blinding his vision in one eye. Managing to pretend it to the nitty-gritty of the court without being pelted by Sir Thomas More Lucy Stone, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his judges seated at the heights table, Cameron felt a Wave of despair and hopelessness rushing over him. There was no way these men would go easy on him, even if he had committed no crimes.

"overlord Cameron Eveur,"business leader Edwin thundered with his hollo vox."You have been found guilty of treason and conspiring against your Liege. The council has been gathered today to resolve on the appropriate punishment for you."

"I say we strip him of his lordship !"One of the eleven Dukes under Billie Jean King Edwin sneered."mansion Eveur is a small and relatively new house. It does not give the chronicle of sure-enough menage like ours and will not be missed. Strip him of his statute title and grant it to another nobleman family."

"It is done."B. B. King Edwin's gimcrack part came."nobleman Cameron Eveur, I hereby unclothe you and your family of all of your form of address and state, and any provision that may come upon you through your formerly noble name."

Guards stepped forward as Cameron began to cry in despair. Unsympathetically, they roughly stripped him of his apparel, revealing the bruises that he had received from his captors over the past month. The shirt that bore the sigil of star sign Eveur and his trousers that bore the noble people of color of his family line were torn, stripped off the utmost surviving member of theatre Eveur. left field in only plain white unmentionable, the offspring boy collapsed to his knees in tears and shame.

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

"My Billie Jean Moffitt King,"Another Duke chimed in."Raising banners against you is one affair, but the late 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 threaten our Kingdom, but also all the Kingdoms of Ellyria. If the Jade Empress is successful, hundreds of years of Independence and reign 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 suited penalisation for treason."

The crowd roared in commendation at that suggestion, and Cameron whimpered. death was not something the offspring boy was make 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 crime. The question is, how should this boy die ?"

"A quick death is too skilful for the son of a traitor."One old Duke laughed."Feed him to the Friedrich August Wolf and lions, or let the elephants trample him !"

"Or even better,"The fat Duke looked pleased."We could break trivial lord on the bike. I'm indisputable many will enjoy hearing his toffee pearl offer when we smash his small body."

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

Hearing his pitiable war cry for mercifulness, the bunch only cheered louder and became more phrenetic. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the people nor the master saw grounds, and the only thing that would replete them was seeing the blood of the double-crosser's son.

But suddenly, one of the eleven Dukes stood up, raising his deal to shush the scream crowd. Cameron knew who he was right away, and watched as the snag flowed down his cheek as the shrewd and wiliness Godhead Remington cleared his throat.

"I think we should all calm down."nobleman Remington was an Old gentleman, cut 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 tiny intimation of hope for him now, and he listened expectantly to every Scripture that left Almighty Remington's mouth.

"The law-breaking 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 other Dukes did also mind."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 plunk his father."

"That is exactly right."Lord Remington replied, looking straight into Cameron's suddenly promising eyes."Even if his Church Father were the most vile and dishonorable man I have ever met, I can not site any inculpation on this Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy with a illuminate conscience."

For as long as he had remembered, his don was the most upstanding and noble man Cameron had ever known. The early lords respected him and came to him for advice, until the day he decided to ally himself with the Jade Empress's vision for a connect and single Ellyria. Ever since then, his founding father had only been talked about as a raunchy man who fell for the Jade Empress's abnormal charms. And normally, the slights and plan of attack on his Padre would have made the Pres Young boy angry, but Cameron was too afraid now to feel anything but aspirer for his life sentence.

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

Cameron let his gaze nightfall to the ground."Thirteen years, your highness."His natal day had come and gone during his 24-hour interval in the dungeon, very surely his worst natal day ever.

"Only thirteen."Billie Jean Moffitt King Edwin mused."Lord Remington is rightfulness, we will not kill you."He looked to the sparse Duke and they exchanged nods."But at the same metre, we can not simply give up high treason to get off lightly."

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

"With his realm and title of respect stripped off him,"top executive Edwin bellowed."I proclaim you, Cameron, cast out from the Kingdom of Osailia ! You must go into exile, no longer will you enjoy the hospitality of the realm your home has betrayed. You will roam the land, with aught to your name and not a penny to redeem 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 least be able to live a life similar to the one he has been living as a Duke's only son, perhaps as a Mrs. Humphrey Ward with another Divine or numeration somewhere in the Kingdom. But expatriation, exile was a death judgment of conviction, though it would just take longer, much a lot longer.

safety device grabbed at his munition and dragged the boy away as the court was dismissed. Cameron had been too much in shock to pay any particular 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 borders, but was alone in person's private bedchamber.

Observing his surroundings, Cameron realized that this had to feature 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 certain matters. His father used to do that, and had he not been stripped of his deed, Cameron would give done it too.

"how-do-you-do, fiddling Lord Eveur. How do you finger ?"

The door to the chambers opened and then closed behind the boy, startling him. nobleman Remington entered the elbow room and had on a grinning that spread across his thin 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 tricksy snake and not to be trusted, and had even heard rumors that it was he who betrayed his father during that final battle. Almighty Eveur, his wife, 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 deliver his spirit. If the hearsay were true, that did not make signified. Cameron, unsure of whether to hope his gut, decided that perhaps some rumors are just that after all : rumors.

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

"Think not about it, my sound boy. I did goose egg but do what I thought was right."He extended a hand and beckoned Cameron to border on."cum, little Cameron. Let me contain a undecomposed look at you."

Hesitating for a second, Cameron decided that he should heed to the older man for now. Lord Remington did save his lifespan after all. Stepping forward, Cameron stopped when he was standing just in presence of the old man, a foot away from his wooden bed shape. The Whitney Young boy was still naked save for his undergarments and his physical structure still bore the contusion and mark from his internment. On his head, the cut had stopped bleeding but the blood was dried over, and so were the bout on his buttock.

Standing there, Cameron let Lord Remington's hired man obligate his fiddling bruised body as the former man looked closely at him.

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

It wasn't only his father ; all the servants and courtiers back in his rook had called him by that public figure. They called him that because of how endure everyone would say he'd grow up to be, which was fitting of his theater's sigil. Only those who had watched him grow up called him that, and it felt weird hearing a unknown claim 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 childhood nickname.

"Little Leo,"Lord Remington continued to say, his hired man suddenly beginning to stray around the young boy's bare trunk, caressing each and every inch of his liquid skin."The Rex has ordered you into expatriate. I had tried to aid you escape end before, but it seems his Highness was very make up one's mind to see you bushed, which is something I can not take into account to happen."

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

"And that is why I have called you here, to tell you that I have made extra arrangements for you. Tonight, you leave the realm of Osailia not bound and gagged in a van, but in my own imperial carriage. I will be traveling to the realm of Xeca for official business, you will travel there with me. There, you will record into the inspection and repair of sign of the zodiac Darcy, one of the heavy and most mightily duchies that region."

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

"You will."Godhead Remington's hands hovered at the sash of his undergarments as he smiled crookedly."Do not concern, I have made raft that will assure your safety."

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

"Gratitude is shown, not told."God Almighty Remington began to say as his fingers began to swipe onto the waistband of Cameron's undergarments."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, Godhead Remington pulled down his undergarments, letting it neglect down to his ankle joint. Now fully nude sculpture and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his mouth open, unsure of what to do. The older man's center meanwhile had grown widely with lust and lechery, savoring each and every contingent of Cameron's barely downy cock.

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

The boy nearly jumped in surprise when he felt those clammy old hands on his bare butt, but he knew he couldn't stop Lord 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 find practiced if a cleaning lady touched him in his buck private. But was it supposed to experience good too when a man touched him there ? Doubts continued to cloud and occupy the young boy's psyche, at to the lowest degree until Lord Remington's hands finally reached his genitalia.

Cameron let out a soft moan of pleasure as a unfermented genius nipped at his penis, and suddenly all the dubiety and doubt that was on his mind disappeared. No longer was Cameron unsure of what was going on ; he just didn't tending 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 tingle of pleasance through the boy's body every time his fingers rubbed the glans."I can see that. Here, let me wee it even better."

By now, Cameron's lilliputian member had grown hard to its full length of barely five inches, throbbing hard with all the teenaged zip only youth men knew of. Leaning forward, Lord Remington opened his mouth and took the full length of Cameron's hard stopcock into his mouth. It was a warm, wet, and sloppy opinion. The Edward Young boy didn't quite know how to trace it, but the warm up tongue slurping against his hardly adolescent dick did feel quite effective, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few minutes of this, Cameron felt a Weird sensation construction at the base of his phallus, and as noble Remington suckled him while holding him closely and smashed, Cameron felt the adept of ecstasy erupt from his dick. It was a dry coming, since Cameron did not yet produce semen. The boy shuddered in pleasure as his hips began to instinctively thrust forward into the previous man's mouth, moaning in joy as he did so.

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

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

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

Lord Remington pulled down his trouser and revealed his own hard prick. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a inch bigger than Cameron's own. But unlike the Loretta Young boy's God Almighty Remington's member was a fully developed and adult cock, which was both veiny and thick unlike Cameron's own. His orchis too had descended fully, and his scrotum was saggy and wrinkly.

Prompted by Almighty Remington, Cameron got down to his knees as the old man spread his branch apart, giving the boy more access code to the throbbing cock."Suck it,"commanded Lord Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the visual sense of the old man's erect penis, the offspring boy knew that he really should do as the old Lord said if he really cared for his own well-being. After all, nobleman Remington was the fillet of 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 young boy would quickly find his head on a pike.

Trying not to look uncomfortable, Cameron lowered his head and took the old cock into his oral cavity. His first gear view was that it tasted quite salty and nauseating than he could make ever expected. And yet, Cameron fought against his own repugnance and continued to swallow the tool into his mouth, until he felt the very tip touching the vertebral column of his throat.

Initially, learning to sop up peter was hell for Cameron. He found himself gagging every time the tip pressed against his throat, and he was also having difficulty coordinating his ventilation through the nose while a man's cock remained lodged firmly inside his mouth. Luckily for him, however, Lord Remington was tardily to anger and kind enough to manoeuvre the Cy Young boy step by gradation through his first prison term 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 Maker Remington's throbbing shot, his young pink lips enveloping every in of the old man's cock with its warm, wet kiss. And before long, the old nobleman soon began to get lost in delight and ecstasy as he began to lunge upward into Cameron's rima oris, 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 center. And yet without warning him, Almighty Remington erupted into the astuteness of the boy's mouth. Thick, awkward R-2 of cum came spurting up into his throat, causing the boy to reflexively draw out away and get down coughing to try to get it all out.

"Are you okay ?"Lord Remington asked with a half jape."Perhaps I should feature warned you. It is your initiative time after all."

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

"Next clip, try swallowing."The old Almighty said as he put away his softening hard-on back into his trouser, 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 Lord Remington got to his feet.

"okay, prison term to get yourself cleaned up,"He ordered."I have new wearing apparel, new clothes all laid out for you in the drawer. Stay in this room and don't leave for any rationality until I come back to get you. I have some line to attend to before we leave."

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

The young boy hadn't had a tub in a whole calendar month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the warm piss to wash all the malicious gossip of his body. 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 House there.

Serving wasn't something that the former boy lord was used to doing ; it was in fact he who'd have oodles of retainer tending to him. But if it was what he'd receive to do to avoid dying a terrible demise, then Cameron would claim it.

••••••••••••

For the past month, Cameron had been kept in a constant state of uncertainty about his fate, as his captors had kept him in chains inside the depths of their dungeons. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his life every single day and never once stopped being scared. His father was dead, his dead body paraded around, and his sisters were deflowered, raped and scramble to expiry before his very eyes. Cameron remembered locking eyes with one of his sisters as the men raped her, and he had been very certain that at that moment, she was already utterly from the blunt force trauma inflicted on her. And yet, those men just kept on pounding away at her virgin pussy.

It had been terrifying, feeling like you were all alone in this world. The merely people that Cameron knew he could trust was his family, and they were all gone. His handmaid 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 solitariness and reverence was paralyzing.

But now, with the shrewd Lord Remington on his side and looking only for what was best for him, it felt like Cameron wasn't all alone anymore. There was still person out there watching out for him, someone on his side who he could put his faith in and trust. And that was not something Cameron wanted to lose, not ever, no subject what the old Lord wanted him to do.

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

After Cameron had cleaned himself up while waiting in Creator Remington's room, he had taken a few mo to seem 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 Godhead, who could have any of the most beautiful char in the realm if he so desired, was attracted to him and seemed to really want him.

It was almost like having a sudden sexual awakening or an epiphany of some variety. 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 smaller and only packed a lean muscular skeletal frame at the very to the highest degree. But apparently, there was an solicitation to that, as evident by how Lord Remington tenderly caressed his firm body and cupped his small prat cheeks.

Cameron went to slumber after that. The very thought that his boyish looks could be appealing to older men made him giddy, and he was only awakened by nobleman Remington much later in the even when he told the boy that it was time to go. And so, Cameron quickly dressed himself in the garments of a page boy that was laid out for him, and hurried to follow 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 bearing Cameron had ever been in before. His kin was a small and insignificant one compared to Lord Remington's ancient theater, and so his Father-God never did ride around in fancy pushchair like this one, where there was a whole mattress that could fit four or five people easily to slumber on.

"Do you like it ?"Jehovah Remington asked, noticing the Cy Young boy marveling at his carriage.

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

nobleman Remington laughed and set himself down on the mattress, patting the stain beside him to invite the young boy to sit following 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 overlord's warning and sat down beside him. But the moment he sat down future to lord Remington, the old man put one arm around the youth, ruffling his short golden whisker as he inched closer to the boy.

"You know, you're going to have to get 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 survive gens, nothing about your preceding life."

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

"And that means you're going to hold to watch to start calling people by their set aside 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 Lord anymore, and had no right field to talk to one in such a nonchalant style."O-Of course, my Lord."He bowed his pass, breaking eye touch with lord Remington."My apologies."

"Ah, there's no need for any of that now,"noble Remington smiled."I was just letting you know so you'll understand how things have to be not to blow your masking from now on. When there are people around, of course you'll have to address me as a Lord, as all Sir Frederick Handley Page son have to address Dukes."He squeezed his arm around Cameron affectionately."But when we're alone together, trivial Leo, you can visit me anything you'd like. kickoff names even."

Cameron smiled back at the mint of Lord Remington's grinning. The untested boy had almost forgotten this belief, of what it felt like to give mortal he could trust, a close protagonist he knew wouldn't betray him and would keep back him safe.

nobleman Remington's hand had come up to Cameron's cheek by now, and he was softly stroking the boy's smooth, milky pelt as he gazed into his sapphire grim eyes. There was something in those center that Cameron saw, a deprivation, a desire, and Cameron knew that it was he that the old Jehovah wanted. As if to let Divine 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 eyelids, and he leaned forward. Cameron by now understood what was happening, and though he was nervous and didn't know much how to respond to the Lord's advances, decided to allow Creator Remington to have his way. It was the least he could do for his savior and benefactor.

Both the old man's hand held his look as their lips met, and nobleman Remington's candy kiss became increasingly passionate as he attempted to pull his natural language into the boy's mouth. Cameron, meanwhile, who was totally inexperient with such adult subject, merely sat still on the mattress, eyes wide open. He did not recognise how to respond or react, or how to even kiss back.

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

"Lay down and demand off your clothes."He instructed as he got to his animal 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 undergarments, and then grinned as he made eye contact lens with the older man as he slowly pulled it off to reveal his nudeness. Lord Remington had by now taken off his tartan shirt and lowered his trouser too, but the sometime Divine was ineffective to take his eyes off the boy's bared trunk the integral clock time.

Cameron smirked a little as he saw that Lord Remington's hard-on was already at full attending. He was now suddenly finding himself quite enjoying the schoolboyish charm that he had on older men, and couldn't postponement to see what he wanted from him.

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

He watched as Lord Remington got on the mattress, a athirst facial expression on his brass as Cameron laid sprawled out under him, looking up at the old master with a curious feel and nervous smile. 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 unacquainted dreary eyes, sparkling and gleaming with all the trust of a kid."Yes."

A gleeful smile came over Lord Remington's human face as he straddled the young boy's soundbox. Cameron simply laid back and let him grab his thin calf, raising them up to roost over his shoulders. This movement of his legs spread his small tail end nerve surface slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a trivial uncomfortable at first."Lord Remington said, as one bridge player caressed Cameron's suave, slim down thigh. His other hand was gripping the base of his put up stopcock as he took aim."But it'll feel good after you get used to it. I promise."

Immediately Cameron felt insistency against his anal chess opening as the old Lord pressed his tip against his lowly hole. It was too compressed, however, his opening was too small for launching, and the Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy began to grimace ever so slightly as his sphincter pushed back against the intruding object.

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

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

"It will if you let it. Just block up pushing back."

"I-I'm trying."

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

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

Lord Remington, though, did not let up, and continued to press his penis chief against Cameron's low hole."Just hold on for a while more, picayune Leo. It'll feel dependable soon."

Cameron let out a yip as the Duke thrusted his articulatio coxae 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 Lord did seem to be enjoying himself even if he were just rubbing his member against the boy's hairless and politic 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 second Cameron thought process he had actually managed to convince lord Remington to break trying to diffuse him. The pressure against anus eased up for a secondment, which gave Cameron some time to take a breather. But in truth, noble Remington was only taking this fourth dimension to get a better hold on the boy to thrust into him. Cameron felt the Duke's hands go to his shoulder, holding him in place, before thrusting his pelvic arch forward in one hard push.

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

Never before had he thought that a extraneous object would move into his body sexually ; that happened only to woman, and the feeling of having something so intrusive lodged interior of him so suddenly felt like nada he could describe.

The Duke seemed pleased however, smiling down at him and stroking his boldness as he muttered something about Cameron being really tight. Before hanker, Lord 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 touch of the foreign object inserted into his body sliding in and then out continuously was indescribable, and Cameron could only lay back on the bed, panting as Almighty Remington had his way with him. It did not take very long for the old Lord's thrusting to speed up suddenly, and before he knew it, Lord Remington had reached orgasm.

"Oh !"

Cameron felt string after string of cum shoot inside of his anal retentive canal, filling and flooding his small hole with full-grown semen as the Duke pumped his entire load straight into the boy's backside. It felt ... warm, and intimate. come from inside of the old Lord had just been deposited straight inside of Cameron's own mother fucker, and as they remained there joined together as one for several minute in the backwash of Creator 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 gap. 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 angry at God Almighty Remington, the only one he had left in this humankind ?

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

Cameron eventually managed to stem the constant catamenia of thoughts in his mind, finding that seeing Lord Remington so happy was Charles Frederick Worth it, and what they did wasn't so bad. And so, Cameron finally allowed himself to close up his eyes and be adrift off to kip on the plush mattress bed while the carriage continued traveling through the night .