Squire Flynn's Dangerous Undertaking


Boy
Flynn walked along the cobbled road, swiping the dirty blond hair from his oculus as he managed to barely hold up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the armoured man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a plotted bandit attack in the next village when he had roused Flynn from his slumber, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hours.

"My urine, boy."Sir Egan said, his vocalism raspy.

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the bottle out of his bag and handed it to the knight. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started earlier than most boys did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with near saying the boy was still too small to be able to serve him in his knightly obligation effectively. It was lawful, with his minor skeletal frame, Flynn was smaller than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on back base. His work force were still smooth and skin pale as his parents never had him do any manual labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the life story of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his first few mean solar day as a squire.

"We have to hurry."Sir Egan said as he handed the body of water back to Flynn."We should come at the following village shortly. We don't want to be too late."

bandit attacks had been becoming more plebeian lately. This came in the immediate consequence of the top executive declaring that taxis would be raised twofold to compensate for the losses the kingdom took during the finally war. The usual people did not take too well to this news and began protesting, but the King sent his knights across the realm to put down these uprisings. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandit and the King's horse.

The boy could not say he did not commiserate with the bandit, however. Because Flynn was also a commoner, he understood their conflict, and he had been one of the lucky few common son to be promised a ripe lifetime by being taken as a squire by a noble horse.

Of course, there was some resentment amongst the multitude of his Greenwich Village when the intelligence came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the people of the realm, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knights and the baron. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to pop the question him every incentive they could to appease. The promise of castles and adventures was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his Village to serve as Sir Egan's gallant.

Wiping the sudor from his blench forehead, the boy continued to try to keep up with Sir Egan. The trees along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high gear, shining in his optic. ineffectual to see properly, Flynn squinted at the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree as he thought he saw trend in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, before arrow suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

Flynn froze as half a dozen arrows came hurtling through the air, but Sir Egan had reacted quickly, throwing the boy to the trading floor. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of pointer, but Sir Egan was struck by the rest of them, four pointer now sticking out of his aegis.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to remain on his feet as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the trees. It had been a trap, they had allowed false newsworthiness of a planned onslaught to turn over Sir Egan's auricle, and then planned an ambush on the route. Still frozen with fear, Flynn remained on the ground, middle all-embracing as he watched the six bandits roach Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his chest. Sir Egan managed to ward off the succeeding arrow fired by the next bandit, and with sword in hand, cut down two of the brigand that moved to engage him. The brigand that were armed with bows continued to pelt Sir Egan with arrows, however, and even his thick armor could not hold up that many arrow at such a close ambit. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his blade in a thirdly bandit, unable to proceed fighting anymore. The remaining bandit did not take any opportunity, though, and Flynn was forced to watch as the bandits remained in their orbitual formation around Sir Egan's kneeling figure, shooting arrow into his hobble body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's trunk was riddled with arrows, at least three dozen of them sticking out of his armor, and the proud knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his lips tremble as one bandit, the loss leader, approached the fallen knight, and removed his helmet.

"Another knight to add to your collection."The bowman behind him said, slinging his bow over his shoulders.

"What is this, your fifth ?"Another, a huge man asked.

"Eighth."The bandit drawing card corrected.

"Wow, you sure are making a gens for yourself. Soon, they'll be calling you the knight-slayer."

The bandits chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag and pulling out the pointer in his body. They needed the supply, Flynn knew, and had to scavenge hard for every pointer they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the frightened boy, the bandits turned their aid to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his eyes as the bandit leader knelt down, taking his chin in his hands and looking the boy up and down.

"What's your name boy."The man asked, his eyes cold and dark.

Flynn did not react, too afraid to speak.

"solution the boss when he's speechmaking to you boy !"The large bandit yelled, raising his large rush and slamming it down on Flynn's still hairless legs.

The boy screamed as the boot came down on his human knee, whimpering and trying to fawn away from the men, only to be kicked in the tum for his efforts.

"F-Flynn."He finally answered, clutching at his stomach."My name is Flynn."

"Flynn, huh ?"The archer muttered, his interpreter smooth."That's a commoner's name. Most commoners don't travel around with knights."

"You lying to us boy ?"The big brigand said, threatening to hurt Flynn again. Flynn could only plead for mercy as he closed his eye, begging to be let go.

"diaphragm it."The bandit leader said."Let's hear what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a gallant ?"

Flynn nodded, glancing at Sir Egan's remains behind the bandits.

"Wrong."The archer snickered."You were a gallant, not anymore."

The loss leader scoffed at his two companions'snickering."Can you two shut up and sharpen. A squire could still cost much even if his knight is dead."

"You're properly !"The huge brigand's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich noble with lots of gold ! assure me boy, do you give brothers ? If he's an only son, we can duplicate the ransom !"

"I'm not a rich man's son."Flynn muttered timidly, interrupting the bandits'conversation."I-I'm just another boy, a commoner."

The bandits grew flustered as he spoke.

"A fucking commoner ? You liar !"

"No, no please listen !"Flynn raised his hands to protect himself as the large bandit seemed as if he were about to coin the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his squire last week, I was the only boy from my village taken as a squire this year, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The vauntingly bandit continued his threats and screaming, but the bandit drawing card raised his script to hush him. Leaning in close, his eyes serious, the bandit leader began to speak softly.

"You can not be a common man, because, no matter which backwater settlement you're from, you've had to have heard of what's going on between us bandit and the knights."

He paused, taking a ho-hum, deeply breathing place, and Flynn's heart raced as he waited for him to stop speaking. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the floor during the fight.

"So tell me, Flynn."The bandit drawing card continued."Why would a commoner leave his masses, village, family, and acquaintance, to help a knight travel around and vote out the great unwashed who are just like him ?"

Flynn's mouth opened and closed, at a loss for words.

"Speak only the true statement now, boy."The bowman said."Are you a Lord child, or are you a commoner ?"

Heart pounding against his chest, Flynn's mouth opened as he began to speak.

"I'm a commoner."

Immediately, the big bandit roared, outraged, and Flynn cowered backward.

"How could you !"He bellowed, his big hands grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to get out."You left your own people to contend for the male monarch ? Traitor ! Coward !"

Flynn grasped blindly at where he saw the knife before, and finally felt it in his hand, and screamed as he stabbed out at the huge bandit blindly. The bandit yelled in surprise, pulling his hand backward and releasing Flynn.

"A dagger !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his feet and began to gimp away in the confusedness."A fucking dagger !"

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one stride. The early two bandits watched as Flynn struggled with their Brobdingnagian Quaker as he came down on the boy. Flynn desperately fought back at the mountain of a man, slashing and stabbing, but the man quickly knocked the knife out of his hands, and put Flynn on his spine by slamming his huge fist into the boy's temple.

His headspring ringing, Flynn was unable to fight back as he felt he bandit flex him over on his stomach, his strong hands holding him down.

"You want to drink down me too, huh ? You traitor !"

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's minor body. Flynn felt the paw tear the tunic he wore open, and Flynn began to struggle as his bare chest was exposed to the coldness flat coat. The boy was ineffective to do anything, however, as the gravid bandit tore his pants open, leaving the youthful boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and fight down back as he felt the boastfully helping hand grope at his smooth, pale butt roughly, squirming and pleading for clemency. His pleas fell on deaf ears, however, as he felt a throb rod slide between his goat buttock. Flynn panicked.

"delay, waiting !"He screamed into the air.

But the bandit didn't concern. With a brutish grunt, the huge man forced the tip of his dick into the little boy's ass hole, and immediately Flynn knew that it wouldn't fit.

"Please !"He clawed at the soil."It hurts !"

"Oh I bet you like it, don't you boy ?"The vast brigand grunted as he began to slip his tip around.

"It's too big,"Flynn whined helplessly as he felt the bandit put Sir Thomas More pressure on his little gob."It's too big !"

But his screams were for nothing, as the beefy man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous tool straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear smashing howler as he felt the unknown adept of a strange object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt exposed, and Flynn could feel a wetness begin to trickle down his legs as line of descent came pouring out.

The stemma didn't seem to faze the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the untried boy, and Flynn began writhing in annoyance as he felt the strange object push in and out roughly.

"Yeah boy, you're my little cunt now, you're my little bitch."

Flynn lay there on the soil, quivering as infliction shooting through his belittled eubstance, unable to fight back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another soma appear in social movement of him, another large, veiny cock coming into view.

"clear up kid, courteous and wide."The brigand leader said, an evilness smile plastered on his face.

He grabbed Flynn's head with both manpower and forced his pecker through Flynn's lips and into his mouth, grunting with pleasure as his cock hit the back of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to stay on mostly still, as he was unable to do much to fight back, started to squirm as he began gagging on the rooster, but the bandit loss leader held his face there, and the young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit leader thrusted into his face and the huge brigand continued to fuck him from behind.

"C'mon man, the boy can't breathe."

The voice of the lowest bandit, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's capitulum as if from far away. He could experience his body weakening, his arms growing heavy as he began to lose cognisance. And as his eye glazed over, the last thing Flynn felt was the detonation of cum in the back of his throat and in his ass.

Letting go of the boy's face, the bandit leader let him buckle to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit leader nudged the belittled body with his foot as the gravid bandit pulled his cock out of the boy's torn hole, wiping the blood off.

"I think he's dead."The big man snorted as he pulled his pants up.

"No he's not."The bandit loss leader said as he eyed the bowman.

"Then we should make him dead."The brutish man said dumbly, and the bandit drawing card rolled his oculus.

"No, no, we don't have to belt down everyone we meet. Grab his soundbox and carry him along with us, we could use him."

Obliging, the big bandit hoisted the naked and bloody body up on his articulatio humeri, and the three bandit took their leave.



The world slowly began to come back to him, as Flynn first regained his hearing, and then the feel in his custody. He was on the priming, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his centre closed as he tried to recover all of his senses completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the distinct olfactory perception of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? Memories suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit flack on the road. He remembered the thing those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with almost of his intimate educational activity coming from the gossip of his admirer back in the village. They often boasted about their exploit with fille, and Flynn even took part in such jactitation though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just fair sex, though the idea always seemed strange to him. Until now at least.

As these computer storage came back to him, immediately, Flynn knew that he had been taken by the brigand after he passed out, and he must be in some sort of bandit lair.

Opening his eye, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a dark, decipher room, and there was a single wooden threshold in the far end of the room. stone jutted out of the ceiling, and Flynn knew that the bandit lair must be in a cavern somewhere.

The boy began to panic as he tried to think of a way out. His knight, Sir Egan, has been slain by the brigand, his body left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when Christian Bible of Sir Egan's execution reached the nobleman and noblewoman of the realm, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would have any probability of escaping at all. But what if they didn't trouble looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly squire wasn't worth the effort ? After all, brigand pillaged the country and the Riley B King would likely not be able to spare more men to depend for him. Flynn was just a rough-cut boy, he was cypher's son.

As these cerebration of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to discover a way out of this prison. Grabbing a rock-and-roll on the bulwark of the way, Flynn began to pull himself up when suddenly he felt a shrewd shooting pain in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the ground, his breath quiver as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was blood. Flynn's asshole had been torn open, and by trying to brook up, the boy must have caused it to lead off bleeding again.

As Flynn lay there in his own blood and grunge, the door to his cell suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the bowman from the ambush, and immediately the boy began to plunk for himself into the paries, afraid that the bandit would hurt him. But the bandit only laughed as he saw Flynn's chemical reaction, and stepped forward.

"I came to see on you, to see if you're awake."He said, and produced to bowls."I bet you must be really hungry, after all that's happened. We don't have much, but here's something to fill your stomach with."

A bowl of water supply and food were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn clear how athirst he was. Looking down at the nutrient, the boy looked back up at the brigand suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another second of vacillation, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food bowls, devouring the roasted Gallus gallus leg on the pipe bowl. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.



Days had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more last Night, and another time this break of the day. other than that, he had been left to his own gimmick, and the boy now felt potent enough to walk.

Pacing the petite mobile phone slowly, Flynn tried to look for a way out of this prison. While he may receive been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to rest a captive for too long. Besides, Flynn didn't really bed what the bandits really wanted with him.

As Flynn slowly limped about, the audio of rambunctious laughter could be heard as the stride of bid men approached the cell.

Flynn barely managed to drop back down to the level, curling up into a ball to hide his nudity, as four bandit burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were huge, with the biggest one still being the man that hurt him on the road.

"Hey look, we finally found him."One said, as he started toward Flynn.

The bandits laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a corner of the elbow room, begging to be left alone.

"We've been looking for you for over an hour, boy."The four bandits had Flynn cornered, and Flynn closed his eyes as they advanced on him."There were so many things that we wanted to do to you."

One of the men grabbed his ankle joint, and another his other mortise joint, and they began to pull him to the center of the way. Flynn struggled, kicking at the brigand as they dragged him, making it unmanageable for them to take him.

The bandits finally had enough and tried to impart him by the berm, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to lift him, causing him to break apart back down to the ground.

"The bitch bit me !"The man yelled, and lunged at Flynn.

Flynn tried to get away but was too ho-hum, as the man grabbed him by his throat and began to give-up the ghost him. Clawing at the bandit's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the brigand began to guide off their clothes.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his hold around Flynn's neck as he brought his face down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could smell the stench of alcohol in his breathing place."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you empathize ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his position, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his chicken teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet salt lick on his fluid cheeks.

"It's been too long since I've been with my girl."The bandit chuckled with a dirty smile."This will accept to do."

holding Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his massive pecker, cock-a-hoop than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't helper but stare with widely eyes. The man grinned lustfully and began to lower his throbbing member.

"No,"Flynn pleaded, turning away and closing his oculus."It's too big, please."

But the man's lust was too much, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his grip on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do zippo but tolerate the man's cock to introduce his lip, offering no immunity as it slid into his lips.

This cock was big, cock-a-hoop than the bandit leader's and perhaps even bigger than the one that had violated his tail. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to labour inch after inch of his hot cock into his mouth, even as he began gagging.

"You never told me this boy was such a whore."The man said to the vast bandit, who was stroking himself to the shot, grunting with pleasure."He isn't even fighting back !"

Flynn's pride took another blow with those words, but the man wasn't damage. Flynn didn't want to fight back anymore, it would only end with him getting hurt. Besides, what could he do to terminate these men from doing as they pleased to him ? He was their captive, he might as well accept it until he found a way to escape.

The bandit on top of him allowed his cock to rest inside for various arcsecond, the tip grinding on the back of Flynn's throat, and then he began to move it around, sliding the dick in and out. Even though this was not his first time anymore, the sheer size of the rooster in his oral cavity cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his pharynx again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breathing spell for hour, but he did not fall unconscious like close time and was forced to stay awake through the entire ordeal.

As this was happening, Flynn also noticed that the other bandits had circled around him, and were stroking their cocks, oculus fixed on their acquaintance fucking his face.

"Oh shit, I'm gon na cum, I'm fucking cumming !"

Flynn's eyes widened as the man said this. He had began speeding up, and Flynn began to flail around once more as he did, trying to push the man's hips to get him off.

The man was too unassailable, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to check the brigand from thrusting his pecker down the boy's pharynx. After several More seconds, the man suddenly forced his putz into the back of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasance. The man's body went strict, and Flynn could feel ropes after roofy of the man's thick ejaculate shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his cock firmly pressed against Flynn's pharynx, however, and the inexperience boy could not swallow the liquids that was bursting into his oral cavity. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thigh tightly, as he felt the Elwyn Brooks White liquid leak out the side of his mouth.

At the Same time, the other men all around him began to yell also, and they all released their load at the Lapplander prison term, spurting cum all over Flynn's naked body.

Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a reprieve, as he stopped pressing against his pharynx and slid his cock out of the boy's lip. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side as he struggled to suspire. His entirely nude body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his oral cavity, mixed with saliva.

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the story, and began to pull their bloomers up. They each made comment and jokes about the boy, but Flynn did not listen to them. He could take no more abuse like this.

Laying on the dirty floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to respire, Flynn knew he would feature to escape soon, or else he would meet a circumstances worse than death, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.



As Flynn lay in his cadre once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to give him his casual meal. surely, the bowman was fast, and he would probably scoot and kill him if he tried to make an escapism, but that was still undecomposed than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even know how a good deal time had passed since he's been a captive. Everyday men would just come in and strip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, early times there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, former times they beat him and hurt him even when he complied to their every demands.

Flynn had already been visited twice this morning by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at least three times a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be incorrect. Some daylight they came in lupus erythematosus. But at the Lapp meter, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his feet, Flynn began to pace the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The nasty blow the immense brigand had struck at his stifle had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneeling position and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the small bones in his leg had been snapped in two, but he bandits continued on and ignored his screaming until they came. Only after that did they tick his leg to make sure as shooting nothing was broken.

As Flynn paced the floor, there was suddenly a gaudy blowup in the distance, followed by sounds of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his hopes to rise as thoughts of leaving this wretched cell came to mind.

The phone of footsteps brought Flynn back to reality, however, as he reminded himself that he would take to be smart if he wanted to escape. Laying on the floor, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the footsteps approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the brigand, making sure Flynn was still in the cadre. Nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the room access, and the stride rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the room access, pressing his ear against it. He heard nothing but the phone of metal against metal as the bandits fought against the Billie Jean King's soldiers. Giving the threshold a twinkle push button, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked.

The door swung open slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the first base time in what has been weeks. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing network of tunnels snaked about in nominal head of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the burrow, trying his expert to avoid the fighting by heading the former way when the speech sound of struggle grew too loud.

Making his way around a recess, Flynn barely suppressed a blow out of the water gasp, as he saw a familiar face. Ducking behind a large Stone, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the bowman from the group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a body of a slain brigand. The boy's oculus widened as he realized that it was the brigand leader, killed in battle with the world-beater's soldiers.

The archer and the huge bandit stood over their friend's soundbox for several arcsecond without saying a Good Book, the large man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a hand on the dead body's dresser and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

"Don't worry friend, your destruction will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the enceinte brigand might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to flex back and pussyfoot away. However, the boy had made the misapprehension of putting too much weight on his injured leg, and yelped in pain in the neck as he came crashing to the flat coat noisily.

Immediately, the bandits began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the butt of the big brigand's sword slam into the back of his straits. All he could see was stars as he was turned over to his back, and the big man was yelling.

"You want to wee a run for it, huh boy ?"He screamed at Flynn, who was still disoriented from the strike to his pass.

Flynn felt someone place a boot on his leg, and as he began to yell for the man to stop, the boot began pressing down slowly.

"Ah !"Flynn screamed, and the large bandit laughed.

"We may not be capable to vote down the power's army, but we will still give birth a triumph today."The big man spat, as he continued pressing down on Flynn's ramification slowly and painfully."If we die today, you die with us."

Flynn watched as the bowman remained silent, standing behind the huge brigand. He did nothing just as he did the last clip, and watched as the large man raise his with child sword and fix to strike down at Flynn. Even though his mind still spun, Flynn knew that there was no escapism from this. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

But just as the brigand was about to bring his brand down, a gasp escaped his lips as an pointer was fired, and after several seconds, the big man collapsed, falling on Flynn, with an arrow sticking out of his back.

Flynn looked up to the bowman to see him putting away his bow and pointer, and realized that the bowman had saved him.

"Quickly,"The bowman said as he helped Flynn up from under the heavy stiff."Leave before more bandit come, find the soldiers. Tell them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be safe with them."

"B-But, what about you ?"Flynn stammered, still shocked at what had happened."If the soldiers catch you they'll kill you !"

"Perhaps."The bowman agreed."But the fight is not over. Our group may settle today, but the people still climb up up against the Prince. I will go on to fight for our freedom, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to cover himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulders. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark tunnels, making his escape. Flynn wasted no prison term either in turning to leave, limping through the caves.

After what seemed like an eternity, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its warmth tinge on his face, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to overlay his minor body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandits to cycle away to the good castle for run, but they stopped when they saw him and respective soldiers surrounded him as they bombarded Flynn with questions.

Eventually, one man, who wore the armor of a horse, pushed through the crowd to see what was happening.

"Are you alright, boy ?"The knight asked.

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No need for that now."He said, waving a hand as he urged several soldiers to wreak his passenger car here."You're hurt, and you need help."

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a captive of the bandits for weeks."Flynn squeaked softly."I was a squire for a horse called Sir Egan, but they killed him and took me. My figure is Flynn."

"So that's what happened to Sir Egan's squire."The knight said."We've been looking for you. But we didn't expect you here of all places."

Beckoning him to follow, the horse brought Flynn through the crowd of soldiers and to a baby buggy that was stopped nearby.

"semen, wait here Flynn. We will lend you to the nigh castle for you to convalesce, and for me to save my composition on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to enrol the carriage, the wagon doors opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy sinister hairsbreadth and jet eyes.

"Chester A. Arthur will give you a towel to clean yourself up with and a change of clothes."

The iniquity haired boy, Arthur, shot him a friendly grin and waved him in.

"ejaculate, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the passenger car beside the boy."I'm Sir Javid's squire, But you can just call me Arty. What's your public figure ?"

"Flynn."He replied, pulling the cloak tighter around him, suddenly conscious of his nakedness as he sat alone with another boy his age.

"Well Flynn, I hope you don't idea talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucket and handed it to Flynn."Because the nearest castling is a completely day away, and I haven't talked with mortal else my age for weeks."

Flynn smiled as he took the towel. Maybe he'd found a new friend in this boy .
Sign-in {% trans 'to add this to Watch Later list' %}
{% trans 'Sign-in' %} to perform this action