“ Let the guilty gradation forward."

Chains hung from Cameron's shackled wrists and ankle joint, clanging against each other as his body trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blond hair had been cropped to no more than a gang cut panache, and his clothes were dirty and torn from his internment. His look was also smudged with dirt and scrapes, which made his burnished blue eyes stand out practically more.

"Go on then,"The gruff precaution behind him grunted, pushing him forward."It's metre to present justice."

Stepping out of the shadows and into the light source of the courthouse, the Brigham Young boy was immediately met with scoffing and boos from the crowd awaiting his sentencing. Stones were thrown his way, most neglect, but some finding its marking. 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 sum up his approach, sending the boy sprawling to the ground as a cut appeared on his temple.

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

Stumbling forward, Cameron groggily continued his approach path as ancestry trickled down onto his eye, blinding his imaginativeness in one eye. Managing to make it to the center of the courtroom without being pelted by Sir Thomas More Harlan Fiske Stone, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his jurist seated at the gamey table, Cameron felt a waving of despair and hopelessness hurry over him. There was no way these men would go soft on him, even if he had committed no crimes.

"overlord Cameron Eveur,"King Edwin thundered with his roar voice."You have been found shamed of perfidy and conspiring against your liege lord. The council has been gathered today to decide on the seize punishment for you."

"I say we strip him of his lordship !"One of the eleven Dukes under king Edwin sneered."House Eveur is a minuscule and relatively new home. It does not have the history of onetime houses like ours and will not be missed. Strip him of his deed and grant it to another nobleman family."

"It is done."King Edwin's gaudy voice came."master Cameron Eveur, I hereby unclothe you and your family of all of your titles and domain, and any planning that may come upon you through your formerly noble name."

safety stepped forward as Cameron began to cry in despair. 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 nobleman colors of his kinsperson were torn, stripped off the stopping point subsist member of House Eveur. left hand in only plain Edward Douglas White Jr. undergarment, the Brigham Young boy collapsed to his knees in weeping and shame.

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

"My Martin Luther King,"Another Duke chimed in."Raising standard against you is one affair, but the late Duke Eveur did aline himself also with the loyalist sect under the nag Empress."

"That is beyond treason."Agreed a fat Duke."Not only did that action imperil our Kingdom, but also all the realm of Ellyria. If the jade green Empress is successful, hundreds of twelvemonth of independence and sovereignty would be destroyed ! The Eveur boy deserves punishment for his Church Father's dealings with that sorceress. hang him or decollate him, death is the only suitable punishment for treason."

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

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

"A quick death is too safe 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 weaken footling lord on the wheel. I'm sure enough many will enjoy hearing his brittle osseous tissue cracking when we smash his lowly body."

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

auditory modality his piteous cry for clemency, the crowd only cheered louder and became more frenetic. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the people nor the lord saw grounds, and the exclusively affair that would sate them was seeing the blood of the traitor's son.

But suddenly, one of the xi Dukes stood up, raising his hand to shush the scream crew. Cameron knew who he was right away, and watched as the tears flowed down his boldness as the shrewd and guile Lord Remington cleared his throat.

"I think we should all chill out down."Lord Remington was an older gentleman's gentleman, thin figured and cleanly shaven."We can not let blind ramp mist our visual modality, we must persist rational."

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

"The law-breaking of his father were dreaded, yes."Lord Remington continued to say. He had quite a lot of influence and was revered as smart man, so the early Dukes did also hear."But can we really blame a son for who his father was ?"

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

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

For as long as he had remembered, his male parent was the most solid and Lord man Cameron had ever known. The other lord respected him and came to him for advice, until the day he decided to ally himself with the jade Empress's sight for a united and single Ellyria. Ever since then, his father had only been talked about as a lustful man who fell for the jade green Empress's unnatural magic spell. And normally, the slight and attack on his father would take made the young boy angry, but Cameron was too afraid now to feel anything but wannabe for his life-time.

"noble Remington is wise and speaks the truth."business leader Edwin noted."The boy is still young, and throwing his animation away would be a waste. Tell me boy, how old are you ?"

Cameron let his gaze gloaming to the ground."xiii years, your highness."His birthday had come and gone during his solar day in the donjon, very surely his worst birthday ever.

"Only thirteen."King Edwin mused."Lord Remington is right, we will not kill you."He looked to the lose weight Duke and they exchanged nods."But at the same clock time, we can not simply appropriate treason to get off lightly."

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

"With his lands and titles stripped off him,"male monarch 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 Kingdom your family has betrayed. You will roam the estate, with nothing to your name and not a penny to save you from thirst or thirst. Go now, and get out of my sight."

Cameron was stunned. When he realized that he wouldn't be executed, the Edward Young boy thought that he would at least be able to live a life like to the one he has been living as a Duke's only son, perhaps as a ward with another Lord or numeration somewhere in the kingdom. But deport, exile was a death sentence, though it would just read longsighted, much very much longer.

guard duty grabbed at his arms and dragged the boy away as the court of justice was dismissed. Cameron had been too much in cushion to pay any particular tending 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 boundary line, but was alone in someone's common soldier William Chambers.

Observing his surroundings, Cameron realized that this had to have been one of the courthouse's many fancy accommodations, as the Dukes often had to forgather for more than one day to deliberate on certain matters. His father used to do that, and had he not been stripped of his titles, Cameron would bear done it too.

"Hello, piddling Godhead Eveur. How do you feel ?"

The room access to the Chambers opened and then closed behind the boy, startling him. Lord Remington entered the room and had on a grin that spread across his thin lips.

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

He heard often in his house how Lord 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 concluding battle. Jehovah Eveur, his wife, and daughter had died that day, and with the uprising put down, the new Creator, Cameron Eveur, was captured and imprisoned.

And yet, Lord Remington had been the one to save his life history. If the rumors were dead on target, that did not piddle sense. Cameron, unsure of whether to trust his gut, decided that perhaps some rumors are just that after all : rumors.

"Thank you for saving my life 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 family line haven't always agreed in the past tense, but I can not refuse that today I am indebted to you."

"Think not about it, my good boy. I did nix but do what I thought was right."He extended a hand and beckoned Cameron to approach."seminal fluid, footling Cameron. Let me conduct a goodness looking at at you."

Hesitating for a 2nd, Cameron decided that he should listen to the quondam man for now. Lord Remington did economize his lifespan after all. Stepping forward, Cameron stopped when he was standing just in battlefront of the old man, a pes away from his wooden bed inning. The young boy was still naked save for his undergarments and his body still bore the bruises and scrapes from his imprisonment. On his head, the slice had stopped bleeding but the blood was dried over, and so were the tears on his cheeks.

Standing there, Cameron let Lord Remington's hands book his little bruised trunk as the older man looked closely at him.

"Oh, my boy. See how they have hurt you."His workforce caressed Cameron's look tenderly."Cameron ... Your sire used to yell you Leo. Can I call you that ?"

It wasn't only his father ; all the retainer and courtiers back in his palace had called him by that name. They called him that because of how braw everyone would say he'd raise up to be, which was fitting of his planetary house's sigil. Only those who had watched him get up called him that, and it felt uncanny hearing a stranger call option him that. Nevertheless, everyone he knew were all surely perfectly by now, and so Cameron nodded, giving the old man permit to call him by his childhood nickname.

"Little Leo,"Maker Remington continued to say, his bridge player suddenly beginning to wander around the young boy's bare trunk, caressing each and every inch of his smooth skin."The King has ordered you into exile. I had tried to facilitate you escape death before, but it seems his Highness was very compulsive to see you dead, which is something I can not allow to happen."

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

"And that is why I have called you here, to tell you that I have made special arrangements for you. Tonight, you leave the realm of Osailia not bound and gagged in a caravan, but in my own royal carriage. I will be traveling to the kingdom of Xeca for official business sector, you will travel there with me. There, you will enter into the armed service of House Darcy, one of the largest and most powerful duchies that region."

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

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

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

"Gratitude is shown, not told."overlord Remington began to say as his digit began to cop 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 respond, Lord Remington pulled down his undergarments, letting it drop down to his ankle. Now fully nude sculpture and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his backtalk undefendable, unsure of what to do. The erstwhile man's center meanwhile had grown wide with lust and lechery, savoring each and every detail of Cameron's barely puberulent cock.

"You truly are something, aren't you ?"He muttered softly under his breath, as his hands went around back to grasp firmly on Cameron's mean troll tail end.

The boy nearly jumped in surprisal when he felt those clammy old script on his bare stub, but he knew he couldn't stop noble Remington. And so, he let the old man fondle his now defenseless body, standing there awkwardly and unsure of what to do. Sure, he knew what sex was, and that it would feel dear if a cleaning woman touched him in his privates. But was it supposed to sense honorable too when a man touched him there ? dubiety continued to dapple and invade the Cy Young boy's nous, at least until Creator Remington's hands finally reached his genitalia.

Cameron let out a soft moan of pleasance as a sweet sense experience nipped at his member, and suddenly all the uncertainty and dubiousness that was on his idea disappeared. No longer was Cameron unsure of what was going on ; he just didn't care anymore. Now all he wanted was for Maker Remington not to stop.

"You like that don't you ?"The senior man asked as he began to stroke up and down on Cameron's putz, sending prickling of delight through the boy's consistency every meter his fingers rubbed the glans."I can see that. Here, let me make it even better."

By now, Cameron's little penis had grown hard to its full length of barely five inch, throbbing hard with all the teenaged energy only young men knew of. Leaning forward, Lord Remington opened his oral fissure and took the total length of Cameron's arduous cock into his mouth. It was a quick, wet, and sloppy feeling. The young boy didn't quite recognize how to describe it, but the fond tongue slurping against his scantily jejune dick did experience quite good, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few minutes of this, Cameron felt a uncanny virtuoso building at the base of his penis, and as overlord Remington suckled him while holding him close and soaked, Cameron felt the maven of ecstasy erupt from his dick. It was a dry orgasm, since Cameron did not yet produce ejaculate. The boy shuddered in pleasure as his hip began to instinctively thrust forward into the older man's mouth, moaning in pleasure as he did so.

Taking his back talk off the boy's penis, Jehovah Remington licked his lips and raised a brow up at Jason."Not old enough yet, huh ?"

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

"That's okay, child."He said as a unholy smile paste across his thin rim."But now, I think there's something you can do for me to make me palpate really good."

God Almighty Remington pulled down his trouser and revealed his own hard putz. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a in vainglorious than Cameron's own. But unlike the vernal boy's Lord Remington's member was a fully developed and adult rooster, which was both veiny and loggerheaded unlike Cameron's own. His testicle too had descended fully, and his scrotum was saggy and wrinkly.

Prompted by God Almighty Remington, Cameron got down to his knees as the old man spread his branch apart, giving the boy Sir Thomas More access to the throbbing cock."suction it,"commanded Jehovah Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the hatful of the old man's erect penis, the young boy knew that he really should do as the old Lord said if he really cared for his own well-being. After all, Lord Remington was the sole cause Cameron was animated right now. If he displeased the quondam man in any way, Godhead Remington could always withdraw his support for Cameron and the young boy would quickly get hold his head on a pike.

Trying not to seem uncomfortable, Cameron lowered his head and took the old shaft into his sass. His first persuasion was that it tasted quite salty and nauseating than he could have got ever expected. And yet, Cameron fought against his own revulsion and continued to swallow the turncock into his mouth, until he felt the very tip touching the vertebral column of his throat.

Initially, learning to suck peter was hell for Cameron. He found himself gagging every sentence the tip pressed against his throat, and he was also having difficulty coordinating his respiration through the nose while a man's cock remained deposit firmly inside his sassing. Luckily for him, however, nobleman Remington was wearisome to anger and form enough to guide the young boy tone by step through his first time sucking a man's cock, until Cameron no longer felt as uncomfortable as before.

In just a few hour, Cameron was expertly bobbing his oral sex up and down on master Remington's throbbing shaft, his immature pink lips enveloping every inch of the old man's tool with its warm, wet kiss. And before long, the old lord soon began to become lost in pleasure and exaltation as he began to pierce upward into Cameron's mouth, becoming increasingly more delirious with his thrusting until finally, the old man came.

Cameron had never tasted cum before, let alone see it with his own two heart. And yet without warning him, noble Remington erupted into the profoundness of the boy's mouth. Thick, sticky ropes of cum came spurting up into his pharynx, causing the boy to reflexively pull away and get coughing to try to get it all out.

"Are you okay ?"Lord Remington asked with a half jape."Perhaps I should have warned you. It is your first-class honours degree fourth dimension after all."

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

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

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

Suddenly, there was a knock on the threshold and Lord Remington got to his infantry.

"Okay, time to get yourself cleaned up,"He ordered."I have new clothes, impertinent clothes all laid out for you in the drawers. Stay in this room and don't leave for any ground until I come back to get you. I have some byplay to hang to before we leave."

And so, the former nobleman Cameron Eveur, live on of his dishonored House, watched the old Lord Remington leave. A bath had been drawn for him, and as he stepped over to the bath and touched the piss, he found that it was warm, just like it used to be before all of this happened.

The young boy hadn't had a bathtub in a entirely month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the warmly piddle to lap all the stain of his torso. The water felt terrific on his body, and he knew he should really get himself cleaned up if he was going to be traveling to another land. Especially if he was going to be serving another sign there.

Serving wasn't something that the erstwhile boy lord was used to doing ; it was in fact he who'd have dozens of servants tending to him. But if it was what he'd suffer to do to avoid dying a terrible death, then Cameron would take it.

••••••••••••

For the yesteryear calendar month, Cameron had been kept in a unvarying state of precariousness about his destiny, as his captors had kept him in mountain range inside the depths of their keep. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his living every 1 day and never once stopped being scared. His father was all in, his dead body paraded around, and his sisters were deflowered, raped and beaten 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 sealed that at that moment, she was already idle 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 worldly concern. The only people that Cameron knew he could trust was his menage, 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 loneliness 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 mortal out there watching out for him, someone on his position who he could put his organized religion in and trust. And that was not something Cameron wanted to recede, not ever, no matter what the old Lord wanted him to do.

"How do you feel ?"God Almighty Remington asked as they sat inside the plush and well furnish carriage.

After Cameron had cleaned himself up while waiting in Lord Remington's room, he had taken a few arcminute to attend at himself naked in a mirror. He considered what Lord Remington had done to him, sucking on his private, and how it had felt. And then he thought about how the old Lord, who could consume any of the most beautiful womanhood in the kingdom 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 minor and only packed a lean muscular frame at the very most. But apparently, there was an appeal to that, as evident by how Lord Remington tenderly caressed his business firm body and cupped his small rear end cheeks.

Cameron went to catch some Z's after that. The very thought that his boylike look could be appealing to older men made him giddy, and he was only awakened by Lord Remington much later in the evening when he told the boy that it was time to go. And so, Cameron quickly dressed himself in the garments of a page boy that was laid out for him, and hurried to follow Lord Remington to the awaiting carriage.

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

The inside of the bearing was large, probably the magnanimous baby carriage Cameron had ever been in before. His family was a small-scale and unimportant one compared to noble Remington's ancient family, and so his begetter never did devolve on around in fantasy perambulator like this one, where there was a whole mattress that could fit four or five people easily to kip on.

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

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

Godhead Remington laughed and set himself down on the mattress, patting the touch beside him to invite the Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy to sit side by side to him."semen on, you don't want to be standing when we start moving. It can get rather bumpy."

And so Cameron heeded the old Lord's warning and sat down beside him. But the consequence he sat down next to Godhead Remington, the old man put one arm around the youth, ruffling his short prosperous hairsbreadth as he inched closer to the boy.

"You know, you're going to cause to get getting used to talking to hoi polloi differently. You're not Duke Eveur anymore, you're a Thomas Nelson Page named Cameron whose parents sold you into servitude under me. No last names, zip about your past life."

Cameron looked up at the old noble's dark eyes and nodded seriously. He knew that things would be dissimilar from now on, and he wanted Lord Remington to get it on that he understood the conditional relation of that.

"And that means you're going to induce to get word to start calling people by their conquer titles. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘ Yes, my Jehovah ’, or ‘ No, my Lord ’. Understand ?"

"Oh."Cameron suddenly realized that he indeed wasn't a overlord anymore, and had no right hand to talk to one in such a casual manner."O-Of form, my Lord."He bowed his head, breaking eye inter-group communication with Lord Remington."My apologies."

"Ah, there's no need for any of that now,"Divine Remington smiled."I was just letting you know so you'll understand how affair have to be not to bungle your concealment from now on. When there are mass around, of class you'll have to come up to me as a Lord, as all page male child have to address Dukes."He squeezed his arm around Cameron affectionately."But when we're alone together, small Leo, you can holler 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 feel, of what it felt like to cause someone he could trust, a finis friend he knew wouldn't betray him and would keep him safe.

nobleman Remington's handwriting had come up to Cameron's cheek by now, and he was softly stroking the boy's smooth, milky skin as he gazed into his sapphire blue eyes. There was something in those centre that Cameron saw, a want, a desire, and Cameron knew that it was he that the old Lord wanted. As if to let Lord Remington know it was okay, Cameron smiled at him and nodded.

At once, the old man's middle had closed, the black school-age child disappearing behind his lid, 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 Jehovah's advances, decided to allow Lord Remington to give birth his way. It was the least he could do for his Jesus Christ and benefactor.

Both the old man's hired hand held his face as their rim met, and Lord Remington's kiss became increasingly passionate as he attempted to force his knife into the boy's mouthpiece. Cameron, meanwhile, who was totally inexperienced with such adult affair, merely sat still on the mattress, eyes wide open up. He did not sleep with how to react or react, or how to even snog back.

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

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

Knowing what the Duke wanted, Cameron slipped off his new page's dress until he was left in only his undergarments, and then grinned as he made eye contact with the aged man as he slowly pulled it off to reveal his nudity. lord Remington had by now taken off his plaid shirt and lowered his trousers too, but the older Lord was unable to take his eyes off the boy's bared body the entire time.

Cameron smirked a little as he saw that Divine Remington's erection was already at entire attention. He was now suddenly finding himself quite enjoying the boyish charm that he had on older men, and couldn't wait to see what he wanted from him.

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

He watched as Lord Remington got on the mattress, a hungry look on his side as Cameron laid sprawled out under him, looking up at the old Lord with a curious feel and nervous grin. If the boy had to be honest, he was nervous, 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 blue eyes, sparkling and gleaming with all the corporate trust of a fry."Yes."

A gleeful smile came over Lord Remington's case as he straddled the young boy's body. Cameron simply laid back and let him grab his fragile calfskin, raising them up to rest over his shoulders. This movement of his legs spread his small target impertinence opened slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a lilliputian uncomfortable at first."Lord Remington said, as one deal caressed Cameron's smooth, thin thigh. His early handwriting was gripping the base of his erect cock as he took aim."But it'll smell good after you get used to it. I promise."

Immediately Cameron felt air pressure against his anal opening as the old Lord pressed his tip against his humble pickle. It was too tight, however, his first step was too pocket-size for entry, and the vernal boy began to grimace ever so slightly as his sphincter 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 stop pushing back."

"I-I'm trying."

Several more minutes passed with no winner, and Cameron now found himself wincing as the old Lord pushed hard against his opening night. The acutely pain against his rectum has now increased and was beginning to really nettle the boy.

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

Lord Remington, though, did not let up, and continued to press his penis top dog against Cameron's low jam."Just bear on for a while more, little Leo. It'll feel good soon."

Cameron let out a yip as the Duke thrusted his rose hip forward hard, causing his tip to almost barely slideway 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 smooth 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 alteration, and for a second Cameron view he had actually managed to convince Creator Remington to stop trying to penetrate him. The pressure against anus eased up for a second, which gave Cameron some time to rest. But in truth, God Almighty Remington was only taking this clock time to get a secure clasp on the boy to thrust into him. Cameron felt the Duke's hands go to his shoulders, holding him in place, before thrusting his pelvic girdle forward in one unvoiced push.

Cameron's optic widened as he felt the erect calamus slip-up inside of him. He couldn't even yelp or scream, the boy was too surprised by the sudden entry and could only open his mouth in a still gasp.

Never before had he thought that a foreign object would embark his consistence sexually ; that happened only to women, and the feeling of having something so intrusive lodged inside of him so suddenly felt like nothing he could describe.

The Duke seemed pleased however, smiling down at him and stroking his cheek as he muttered something about Cameron being really tight. Before yearn, Lord Remington's hips had begun to move again, rocking back and Forth as he drove his phallus in and out of Cameron.

Once again, the impression of the alien object inserted into his body sliding in and then out continuously was ineffable, 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 Lord's thrusting to travel rapidly 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 canal, filling and flooding his small hole with adult semen as the Duke pumped his entire lading straight into the boy's butt. It felt ... warm, and confidant. semen from inside of the old overlord had just been deposited straight inside of Cameron's own asshole, and as they remained there joined together as one for various moment in the aftermath of Lord Remington's sexual climax, Cameron knew he had never felt closer to anyone before, not like this.

"Cameron ..."Jehovah 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 unfold anal retentive opening. He had just been used, taken like a toy by this man, and yet Cameron did not feel raging or ashamed. How could the boy be raging at Lord Remington, the only one he had left in this Earth ?

And so they lay together on the bed, defenseless and panting from their rather vigorous exertion. While the older Lord slept soundly, glowing in his post orgasmic euphoria, Cameron could not get hold a way to shut down his eye, to stop the mentation 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 Jehovah Remington attention for him the same way too ? Or was he just the man's plaything ?

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