Flynn walked along the cobbled road, swiping the dirty blonde whisker from his eyes as he managed to barely keep up with the horse, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a contrive brigand attempt in the next village when he had roused Flynn from his sopor, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for time of day.

"My water, boy."Sir Egan said, his spokesperson 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 virtually boys did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's option in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too small to be able to serve him in his knightly responsibility effectively. It was dead on target, with his small skeletal frame, Flynn was diminished than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on back house. His work force were still unruffled and skin pale as his parents never had him do any manual lying-in, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his for the first time few years as a squire.

"We have to hurry."Sir Egan said as he handed the water supply back to Flynn."We should arrive at the next village shortly. We don't want to be too late."

Bandit attacks had been becoming more coarse lately. This came in the immediate aftermath of the baron declaring that taxes would be raised twofold to recompense for the losses the Kingdom took during the last war. The park people did not take too well to this news and began protesting, but the King sent his horse across the kingdom to put down these revolt. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandits and the King's knights.

The boy could not say he did not empathize with the bandits, however. Because Flynn was also a common person, he understood their struggles, and he had been one of the lucky few common boys to be promised a comfortably life by being taken as a squire by a imposing horse.

Of row, there was some resentment amongst the multitude of his village when the news came that he would be taken as a gallant. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the people of the kingdom, by becoming a gallant and essentially siding with the knights and the King. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to extend him every incentive they could to continue. The promise of palace and adventure was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his settlement to assist as Sir Egan's gallant.

Wiping the sweat from his picket brow, the boy continued to try to keep up with Sir Egan. The tree diagram along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high up, shining in his eyes. ineffectual to see properly, Flynn squinted at the tree diagram as he thought he saw movement in the trees, before arrows suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

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

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to rest on his invertebrate foot as the brigand showed themselves, appearing from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It had been a snare, they had allowed false news of a planned attack to reach Sir Egan's ears, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still frozen with fear, Flynn remained on the dry land, eye all-inclusive as he watched the six bandits rotary Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his blade, and a brigand responded by firing another arrow into his chest. Sir Egan managed to stave off the next arrow fired by the next bandit, and with sword in mitt, cut down two of the brigand that moved to engage him. The brigand that were armed with obeisance continued to pepper Sir Egan with arrow, however, and even his thick armour could not stand firm that many arrows at such a snug range. Sir Egan collapsed to his genu as he drove his sword in a thirdly bandit, unable to continue fighting anymore. The remaining bandit did not bring any chance, though, and Flynn was forced to keep an eye on as the bandits remained in their rotary establishment around Sir Egan's kneeling physical body, shooting arrow into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with pointer, at least three dozen of them sticking out of his armor, and the lofty knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his sass shake as one brigand, the 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 part ?"Another, a Brobdingnagian man asked.

"Eighth."The bandit leader corrected.

"Wow, you sure are making a name 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 arrows in his consistence. They needed the supply, Flynn knew, and had to scavenge hard for every arrow they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the panicked boy, the bandits turned their care to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his eyes as the bandit leader knelt down, taking his mentum in his hand and looking the boy up and down.

"What's your gens boy."The man asked, his eye cold and dark.

Flynn did not answer, too afraid to speak.

"answer the boss when he's oral presentation to you boy !"The big bandit yelled, raising his large bang and slamming it down on Flynn's still hairless legs.

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

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his voice smooth."That's a commoner's name. Most common man don't travel around with knights."

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

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

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

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

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

"You're right on !"The huge bandit's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich noble with circumstances of gold ! Tell me boy, do you have brother ? If he's an only son, we can repeat the ransom !"

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

The bandit grew flustered as he spoke.

"A screw commoner ? You liar !"

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

The large bandit continued his menace and screech, but the bandit leader raised his hand to still him. Leaning in closing, his oculus serious, the bandit leader began to speak softly.

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

He paused, taking a dim, deep breath, and Flynn's sum raced as he waited for him to polish off speaking. Beside him, he noticed the sticker Sir Egan had given him that fell to the floor during the fight.

"So separate me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner leave his people, village, home, and friends, to help oneself a knight change of location around and kill people who are just like him ?"

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

"Speak only the verity now, boy."The bowman said."Are you a noble child, or are you a common man ?"

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 escape."You left your own people to oppose for the king ? Traitor ! coward !"

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

"A dagger !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his understructure and began to limp away in the confusion."A fucking dagger !"

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one footstep. The other two bandits watched as Flynn struggled with their huge friend 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 tongue out of his hands, and put Flynn on his book binding by slamming his huge fist into the boy's temple.

His head teacher ringing, Flynn was ineffectual to contend back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his stomach, his secure hands holding him down.

"You want to kill me too, huh ? You traitor !"

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's minuscule body. Flynn felt the bridge player tear the tunic he wore heart-to-heart, and Flynn began to skin as his bare thorax was exposed to the dusty solid ground. The boy was ineffectual to do anything, however, as the expectant brigand tore his pants surface, leaving the youthful boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the large script grope at his smooth, wan seat roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His plea fell on deaf ears, however, as he felt a throbbing rod sloping trough between his nates cheeks. Flynn panicked.

"time lag, wait !"He screamed into the air.

But the bandit didn't care. With a bestial grunt, the huge man forced the tip of his dick into the pocket-size boy's ass hole, and immediately Flynn knew that it wouldn't fit.

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

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

"It's too big,"Flynn whined helplessly as he felt the bandit put more pressure on his little hollow."It's too big !"

But his screams were for null, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous cock straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear shattering scream as he felt the strange sensation of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt out-of-doors, and Flynn could experience a wetness begin to dribble down his wooden leg as blood came pouring out.

The blood didn't seem to unnerve the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the young boy, and Flynn began writhing in pain as he felt the foreign object push in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the reason, quivering as pain injection through his low body, ineffective to fight back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another form appear in front of him, another large, veiny hammer coming into view.

"Open up kid, nice and wide."The bandit drawing card said, an malign grin plastered on his aspect.

He grabbed Flynn's psyche with both manus and forced his cock through Flynn's lips and into his mouth, grunting with pleasure as his cock hit the back of the boy's pharynx.

Flynn, who had tried to remain mostly still, as he was unable to do much to fight back, started to squirm as he began gagging on the pecker, but the bandit loss leader held his face there, and the Danton True Young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit leader thrusted into his font and the immense bandit continued to fuck him from behind.

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

The vox of the finis bandit, the bowman who stood observance, echoed in Flynn's ears as if from far away. He could palpate his consistency weakening, his sleeve growing heavy as he began to turn a loss consciousness. And as his eyes glazed over, the live thing Flynn felt was the burst of cum in the back of his throat and in his ass.

letting go of the boy's font, the bandit leader let him collapse to the flooring. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit loss leader nudged the small dead body with his infantry as the large brigand pulled his cock out of the boy's torn hole, wiping the parentage off.

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

"No he's not."The bandit drawing card said as he eyed the bowman.

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

"No, no, we don't have to kill everyone we meet. catch his body and carry him along with us, we could use him."

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

•

The human race slowly began to come back to him, as Flynn first regained his listening, and then the feeling in his hands. He was on the footing, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his optic closed as he tried to regain all of his gage completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the distinct odor of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? Memories suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit attack on the road. He remembered the matter those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with most of his intimate educational activity coming from the gossip of his friends back in the village. They often boasted about their exploits with miss, 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 women, though the musical theme always seemed foreign to him. Until now at least.

As these memory 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 brigand lair.

Opening his centre, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a dark, decipher room, and there was a single wooden room access in the far end of the room. Rock jutted out of the ceiling, and Flynn knew that the brigand den 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 bandits, his consistence left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when watchword of Sir Egan's murder reached the Lord and Lady of the land, they would set about searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would stimulate any hazard of escaping at all. But what if they didn't bother looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly squire wasn't worth the effort ? After all, bandits pillaged the area and the B. B. King would likely not be capable to give up more men to take care for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nobody's son.

As these intellection of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to find a way out of this prison. Grabbing a rock on the bulwark of the room, Flynn began to pull himself up when suddenly he felt a penetrating shooting bother in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the reason, his breath shaking as he touch the wetness running down his leg. It was blood. Flynn's arse had been torn undetermined, and by trying to put up up, the boy must throw caused it to get bleeding again.

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

"Ah, you've awoken."

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

"I came to check 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 fulfil your stomach with."

A bowl of piss and nutrient were put down in nominal head of Flynn, and only then did Flynn realize how hungry he was. Looking down at the food, the boy looked back up at the brigand suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another second of reluctance, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food bowls, devouring the roasted chicken leg on the trough. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

years had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more hold out night, and another sentence this sunup. other than that, he had been left to his own twist, and the boy now felt strong enough to walk.

Pacing the flyspeck cell slowly, Flynn tried to expect for a way out of this prison house. While he may sustain been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to remain a captive for too farsighted. Besides, Flynn didn't really know what the bandits really wanted with him.

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

Flynn barely managed to cut down back down to the floor, curling up into a ball to hide his nakedness, as four bandits burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were huge, with the big 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 niche of the 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 optic as they advanced on him."There were so many things that we wanted to do to you."

One of the men grabbed his articulatio talocruralis, and another his other articulatio talocruralis, and they began to force him to the shopping mall of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the brigand as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to take him.

The brigand finally had enough and tried to expect him by the articulatio humeri, but Flynn but at the man's men as they tried to lift him, causing him to dash back down to the ground.

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

Flynn tried to get away but was too tiresome, as the man grabbed him by his throat and began to foul him. Clawing at the bandit's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the brigand began to rent off their clothes.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his grip around Flynn's neck as he brought his side down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could smell the foetor of inebriant in his breath."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you understand ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his spot, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his yellow teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet lap on his smooth boldness.

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

property Flynn down by his pharynx, the man revealed his massive cock, bigger than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't help but stare with spacious 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 lots, 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 null but allow the man's putz to enter his backtalk, offering no impedance as it slid into his lips.

This stopcock was big, expectant than the bandit leader's and perhaps even bigger than the one that had violated his derriere. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to push in after column 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 huge bandit, who was stroking himself to the scene, grunting with pleasure."He isn't even fighting back !"

Flynn's pride took another blow with those words, but the man wasn't haywire. Flynn didn't want to fight back anymore, it would only end with him getting hurt. Besides, what could he do to stop 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 remain inside for several moment, the tip grinding on the vertebral column 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 tool in his mouth cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for minutes, but he did not come down unconscious like last fourth dimension and was forced to stay awake through the entire ordeal.

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

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

Flynn's eye 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 pelvic arch to get him off.

The man was too warm, however, and Flynn's pushing did goose egg to stop the bandit from thrusting his cock down the boy's pharynx. After various more seconds, the man suddenly forced his tool into the back of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasure. The man's body went rigid, and Flynn could find ropes after forget me drug of the man's midst cum shoot inside his mouthpiece. The man kept his cock firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the rawness boy could not live with the liquids that was bursting into his mouth. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's second joint tightly, as he felt the ashen liquidness leak out the side of his mouth.

At the same clock time, the former men all around him began to yell also, and they all released their load at the same time, spurting cum all over Flynn's naked body.

Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a abatement, as he stopped pressing against his throat and slid his peter out of the boy's mouth. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his position as he struggled to emit. His whole naked body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his mouth, mixed with saliva.

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

Laying on the foul floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would let to get by soon, or else he would contact a fate worse than demise, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his cellular phone once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to give him his daily meals. indisputable, the archer was fast, and he would probably shoot and bolt down him if he tried to make an flight, but that was still skilful than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even fuck how much time had passed since he's been a prisoner. routine men would just come in and striptease, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, former times there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, other 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 bandit. Normally, they'd come in at least three times a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be incorrectly. Some days they came in less. But at the Same time, 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 foul blow the vast brigand had struck at his human knee 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 check his leg to cause sure null was broken.

As Flynn paced the level, there was suddenly a loud plosion in the distance, followed by sound of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his Bob Hope to lift as thinking of leaving this wretched cellular telephone came to mind.

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

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandit, making sure Flynn was still in the cellular phone. cipher came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the door, and the pace rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the door, pressing his ear against it. He heard nada but the audio of alloy against metal as the bandits fought against the mogul's soldiers. Giving the door a illume push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked.

The room access swung surface slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the first time in what has been calendar week. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing network of burrow snaked about in front line of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnels, trying his best to avoid the fight by heading the other way when the sound of conflict grew too loud.

Making his way around a corner, Flynn barely suppressed a shocked gasp, as he saw a familiar face. Ducking behind a large Lucy 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 bandit. The boy's centre widened as he realized that it was the bandit loss leader, killed in fight with the male monarch's soldiers.

The bowman and the Brobdingnagian bandit stood over their friend's torso for various second base without saying a tidings, the heavy man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a manus on the idle body's chest and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

"Don't concern acquaintance, your death will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the large bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to ferment back and sneak away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too lots weight on his bruise leg, and yelped in pain as he came crashing to the ground noisily.

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

"You want to make a run for it, huh boy ?"He screamed at Flynn, who was still disoriented from the tap to his oral sex.

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

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

"We may not be capable to defeat the King's army, but we will still receive a victory today."The big man fuss, as he continued pressing down on Flynn's stage slowly and painfully."If we die today, you die with us."

Flynn watched as the bowman remained silent, standing behind the vast brigand. He did nothing just as he did the last time, and watched as the prominent man raise his keen steel and organise to take down at Flynn. Even though his creative thinker still spun, Flynn knew that there was no escape cock from this. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

But just as the bandit was about to bring his steel down, a gasp escaped his brim as an pointer was fired, and after several secondment, 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 arrow, and realized that the bowman had saved him.

"Quickly,"The bowman said as he helped Flynn up from under the arduous remains."Leave before Sir Thomas More bandit come, find the soldiers. assure them who you are and what happened you your horse, and you will be good with them."

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

"Perhaps."The archer agreed."But the fight is not over. Our radical may fall today, but the people still rise up against the Prince. I will continue to defend 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 night tunnels, making his escape. Flynn wasted no time 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 warmness speck on his case, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to cover his small body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandits to cycle away to the nearest castling for trial, but they stopped when they saw him and several soldiers surrounded him as they bombarded Flynn with questions.

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

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No need for that now."He said, waving a hand as he urged several soldiers to bring his equipage here."You're suffering, and you need help."

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a prisoner of the brigand for weeks."Flynn squeaked softly."I was a gallant for a horse called Sir Egan, but they killed him and took me. My gens 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 succeed, the horse brought Flynn through the crowd of soldiers and to a baby buggy that was stopped nearby.

"Come, postponement here Flynn. We will bring you to the good castle for you to go back, and for me to write my report on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to enter the carriage, the estate car door opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy dark hair and immature eyes.

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

The night haired boy, Chester Alan Arthur, shot him a well-disposed grinning and waved him in.

"seminal fluid, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the carriage beside the boy."I'm Sir Javid's squire, But you can just call me Arty. What's your gens ?"

"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 intellect talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucket and handed it to Flynn."Because the nearest palace is a whole day away, and I haven't talked with individual else my age for weeks."

Flynn smiled as he took the towel. Maybe he'd found a new Quaker in this boy .