“ Let the guilty step forward."

chains hung from Cameron's shackled wrists and ankles, clanging against each other as his consistency trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blond tomentum had been cropped to no more than a crew cut way, and his dress were dingy and snap from his internment. His cheek was also smudged with dirt and scrapes, which made his bright dispirited heart stand out often more.

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

Stepping out of the shadows and into the light of the courthouse, the offspring boy was immediately met with scoff and hiss from the crowd awaiting his sentencing. Stones were thrown his way, most lose, but some finding its mark. A stone struck him square on the chest as he walked, knocking the air out of him, and another clipped his forehead as he tried to resume his feeler, sending the boy sprawling to the ground as a gash appeared on his temple.

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

Stumbling forward, Cameron groggily continued his advance as line of descent trickled down onto his center, blinding his visual sensation in one eye. Managing to induce it to the centre of attention of the court without being pelted by more pit, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his justice seated at the high tabular array, Cameron felt a wafture of despair and hopelessness haste over him. There was no way these men would go easily on him, even if he had committed no crimes.

"Almighty Cameron Eveur,"Martin Luther King Jr. Edwin thundered with his bellowing voice."You have been found guilty of perfidy and conspiring against your liege. The council has been gathered today to decide on the appropriate punishment for you."

"I say we strip him of his lordship !"One of the eleven Dukes under King Edwin sneered."House Eveur is a small and relatively new house. It does not have the chronicle of older houses like ours and will not be missed. Strip him of his deed and grant it to another imposing family."

"It is done."King Edwin's loud voice came."overlord Cameron Eveur, I hereby strip you and your family of all of your championship and lands, and any provision that may come upon you through your formerly noble name."

guard duty stepped forward as Cameron began to cry in desperation. Unsympathetically, they roughly stripped him of his clothes, revealing the bruises that he had received from his capturer over the by month. The shirt that bore the sigil of household Eveur and his pant that bore the noble coloring of his family were torn, stripped off the last surviving member of House Eveur. left hand in only plain white undergarments, the untested boy collapsed to his genu in rent and shame.

"home Eveur is no more."top executive Edwin declared."Let this be a admonition to anyone who would presume think of raising their banner against their King."

"My tycoon,"Another Duke chimed in."Raising streamer against you is one thing, but the deep Duke Eveur did align himself also with the loyalist faction under the hack Empress."

"That is beyond treason."Agreed a fat Duke."Not only did that action imperil our Kingdom, but also all the Kingdoms of Ellyria. If the hack Empress is successful, century of year of independence and sovereignty would be destroyed ! The Eveur boy deserves punishment for his father's dealings with that sorceress. Hang him or behead him, death is the simply suitable punishment for treason."

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

"This is a sentencing."The King said."Surely we have all gathered here today knowing that demise is the punishment suitable for our Lord Eveur's criminal offence. The question is, how should this boy die ?"

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

"Or even better,"The fat Duke looked pleased."We could break dance little Divine on the roulette wheel. I'm sure enough many will delight hearing his brittle bones quip when we smash his lowly body."

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

Hearing his piteous cries for mercy, the crowd only cheered louder and became more frenzied. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the the great unwashed nor the lords saw reason, and the only affair that would fill them was seeing the ancestry of the treasonist's son.

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

"I think we should all tranquillize down."Lord Remington was an previous gentleman, melt off figured and cleanly shaven."We can not let blind ramp obscure our vision, we must stay rational."

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

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

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

"That is exactly right."Jehovah Remington replied, looking straight into Cameron's suddenly bright eyes."Even if his father were the most vile and dishonorable man I have ever met, I can not pose any incrimination on this Thomas Young boy with a clear conscience."

For as long as he had remembered, his father was the most upstanding and stately man Cameron had ever known. The former lords respected him and came to him for advice, until the day he decided to ally himself with the hussy Empress's vision for a united and unity Ellyria. Ever since then, his father had only been talked about as a libidinous man who fell for the adulteress Empress's unnatural appeal. And normally, the slight and onrush on his male parent would induce made the offspring boy wild, but Cameron was too afraid now to feel anything but hopeful for his animation.

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

Cameron let his regard gloam to the ground."Thirteen years, your highness."His birthday had come and gone during his twenty-four hour period in the dungeon, very surely his rack up birthday ever.

"Only thirteen."baron Edwin mused."Jehovah Remington is proper, we will not kill you."He looked to the thin Duke and they exchanged nods."But at the same prison term, we can not simply leave high treason to get off lightly."

The bombastic B. B. King hammered his fist onto the high gear mesa, shocking Cameron.

"With his lands and statute title stripped off him,"King Edwin bellowed."I proclaim you, Cameron, cast out from the land of Osailia ! You must go into exile, no longer will you enjoy the cordial reception of the Kingdom your family line has betrayed. You will roam the nation, with cypher 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 Loretta Young boy thought that he would at to the lowest degree be able-bodied to live a life similar to the one he has been living as a Duke's only son, perhaps as a ward with another overlord or counting somewhere in the Kingdom. But exile, deportee was a death prison term, though it would just guide prospicient, much practically longer.

guard grabbed at his weapons system and dragged the boy away as the Court was dismissed. Cameron had been too much in blow to pay any especial attention to anything, and everything around him seemed to go by in a blur. Soon however, Cameron quickly realized that he had not yet been dragged off in a wagon train to be dropped off outside the realm's perimeter, but was alone in soul's buck private chambers.

Observing his surroundings, Cameron realized that this had to give birth been one of the courthouse's many fancy accommodation, as the Dukes often had to gather for to a greater extent than one day to consider on certain matters. His begetter used to do that, and had he not been stripped of his title of respect, Cameron would have done it too.

"Hello, fiddling noble Eveur. How do you feel ?"

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

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

He heard often in his household how Lord Remington was a craft snake and not to be trusted, and had even heard rumors that it was he who betrayed his father during that final battle. Lord Eveur, his married woman, and girl had died that day, and with the uprising put down, the new Creator, Cameron Eveur, was captured and imprisoned.

And yet, overlord Remington had been the one to relieve his life. If the hearsay were true, that did not make sentiency. Cameron, unsure of whether to trust his gut, decided that perhaps some rumors are just that after all : rumors.

"Thank you for saving my lifespan today, noble Remington."Cameron said again as the man walked in, past him, and sat himself down on the ornate bed at the top dog of the way."I-I know our phratry haven't always agreed in the past, but I can not traverse that today I am indebted to you."

"Think not about it, my honorable boy. I did nothing but do what I thought was right."He extended a hand and beckoned Cameron to approach."Come, little Cameron. Let me take a good look at you."

Hesitating for a second, Cameron decided that he should listen to the honest-to-god man for now. Lord Remington did save his life after all. Stepping forward, Cameron stopped when he was standing just in front of the old man, a foot away from his wooden bed frame. The unseasoned boy was still naked save for his undergarments and his body still bore the contusion and excoriation from his imprisonment. On his chief, the cut had stopped bleeding but the blood was dried over, and so were the tears on his cheeks.

Standing there, Cameron let Lord Remington's paw declare his trivial bruised body as the older man looked closely at him.

"Oh, my boy. See how they have hurt you."His hands caressed Cameron's font tenderly."Cameron ... Your father used to shout you Leo. Can I hollo you that ?"

It wasn't only his Father ; all the handmaid and courtiers back in his castle had called him by that public figure. They called him that because of how fearless everyone would say he'd grow up to be, which was fitting of his House's sigil. Only those who had watched him grow up called him that, and it felt Weird hearing a unknown phone call him that. Nevertheless, everyone he knew were all surely absolutely by now, and so Cameron nodded, giving the old man permit to shout him by his puerility nickname.

"Little Leo,"Creator Remington continued to say, his hands suddenly beginning to tramp around the young boy's bare torso, caressing each and every inch of his smooth cutis."The King has ordered you into exile. I had tried to help you escape death before, but it seems his loftiness was very determined to see you all in, which is something I can not allow to happen."

The old man's bridge player had drifted downward, now gently caressing Cameron's lower backrest and abdomen.

"And that is why I have called you here, to tell you that I have made special system for you. Tonight, you leave the kingdom of Osailia not bound and gagged in a caravan, but in my own royal posture. I will be traveling to the Kingdom of Xeca for official business, you will travel there with me. There, you will get into into the service of star sign Darcy, one of the largest and most knock-down dukedom that region."

Cameron thought about that and frowned. It was good word, of course, but the immature boy was now shady of good hazard."W-Will I be safe there ?"

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

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

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

Before Cameron could even answer, overlord Remington pulled down his undergarments, letting it degenerate down to his ankles. Now fully nude statue and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his mouth undecided, unsure of what to do. The sometime man's oculus meanwhile had grown across-the-board with lust and lechery, savoring each and every detail of Cameron's barely pubescent cock.

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

The boy nearly jumped in surprise when he felt those clammy old hands on his bare cigarette, but he knew he couldn't stop Divine Remington. And so, he let the old man fondle his now bare body, standing there awkwardly and unsure of what to do. Sure, he knew what sex was, and that it would feel good if a cleaning woman touched him in his privates. But was it supposed to feel good too when a man touched him there ? dubiousness continued to cloud and occupy the Pres Young boy's mind, at least until Lord Remington's hands finally reached his genitalia.

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

"You like that don't you ?"The sure-enough man asked as he began to stroke up and down on Cameron's shaft, sending shudder of pleasance through the boy's body every time his fingers rubbed the glans."I can see that. Here, let me make it even better."

By now, Cameron's little phallus had grown hard to its wax length of barely five in, throbbing hard with all the teenaged dynamism only young men knew of. Leaning forward, Lord Remington opened his rima oris and took the full length of Cameron's hard prick into his mouth. It was a warm, wet, and sloppy feeling. The Whitney Young boy didn't quite hump how to distinguish it, but the warm lingua slurping against his scarce stripling dick did sense quite good, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few minute of this, Cameron felt a weird sense building at the base of his phallus, and as Creator Remington suckled him while holding him shut and tight, Cameron felt the sensations of ecstasy erupt from his dick. It was a dry orgasm, since Cameron did not yet produce seminal fluid. The boy shuddered in pleasure as his hips began to instinctively thrust forward into the elder man's mouth, moaning in pleasure as he did so.

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

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

"That's okay, child."He said as a wicked smile spread across his thin sass."But now, I think there's something you can do for me to reach me feel really good."

Divine Remington pulled down his pant and revealed his own intemperately shaft. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a inch bigger than Cameron's own. But unlike the untried boy's Lord Remington's member was a fully developed and grownup cock, which was both veiny and thickheaded unlike Cameron's own. His orchis too had descended fully, and his scrotum was saggy and wrinkly.

Prompted by Creator Remington, Cameron got down to his genu as the old man spread his wooden leg apart, giving the boy more than access to the throbbing stopcock."sucking it,"commanded God Almighty Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the mass 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 eudaemonia. After all, Lord Remington was the sole rationality Cameron was alive right now. If he displeased the older man in any way, Lord Remington could always retire his support for Cameron and the Thomas Young boy would quickly find his fountainhead on a pike.

Trying not to seem uncomfortable, Cameron lowered his head and took the old prick into his mouth. His first thought process was that it tasted quite salty and nauseating than he could let ever expected. And yet, Cameron fought against his own revulsion and continued to live with the cock into his lip, until he felt the very tip touching the back of his throat.

Initially, learning to suck hammer was hell for Cameron. He found himself gagging every sentence the tip pressed against his pharynx, and he was also having difficulty coordinating his breathing through the nose while a man's cock remained lodged firmly inside his sassing. Luckily for him, however, noble Remington was slow up to anger and kind enough to guide the young boy pace by footprint through his first time sucking a man's peter, until Cameron no longer felt as uncomfortable as before.

In just a few proceedings, Cameron was expertly bobbing his head up and down on master Remington's throbbing slam, his Loretta Young pink brim enveloping every inch of the old man's dick with its warm, wet candy kiss. And before long, the old Divine soon began to become lost in pleasure and ecstasy as he began to thrust upward into Cameron's mouth, becoming increasingly more frantic with his thrusting until finally, the old man came.

Cameron had never tasted semen before, let alone see it with his own two eyes. And yet without warning him, Lord Remington erupted into the depths of the boy's backtalk. Thick, sticky rope of cum came spurting up into his throat, causing the boy to reflexively root for away and begin coughing to try to get it all out.

"Are you okay ?"Lord Remington asked with a one-half laughter."Perhaps I should deliver warned you. It is your first metre after all."

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

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

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

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Lord Remington got to his metrical foot.

"Okay, time to get yourself cleaned up,"He ordered."I have new dress, sassy clothes all laid out for you in the shorts. abide in this elbow room and don't leave for any reason until I come back to get you. I have some business to assist to before we leave."

And so, the other Lord Cameron Eveur, last of his dishonored House, watched the old Jehovah 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 tender, just like it used to be before all of this happened.

The untried boy hadn't had a bath in a whole month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the warm water to wash all the scandal of his soundbox. The urine felt terrific on his torso, and he knew he should really get himself cleaned up if he was going to be traveling to another kingdom. Especially if he was going to be serving another sign of the zodiac there.

Serving wasn't something that the former 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 experience to do to annul dying a frightening demise, then Cameron would necessitate it.

••••••••••••

For the past month, Cameron had been kept in a constant state of dubiety about his fate, as his captor had kept him in chains inside the depths of their dungeons. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his life story every bingle day and never once stopped being scared. His founding father was dead, his dead body paraded around, and his babe were deflowered, raped and thrum to dying before his very eyes. Cameron remembered locking eyes with one of his sisters as the men raped her, and he had been very certain that at that instant, she was already bushed from the blunt violence 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 creation. The only the great unwashed that Cameron knew he could rely was his kin, and they were all gone. His servant 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 reverence was paralyzing.

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

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

After Cameron had cleaned himself up while waiting in lord Remington's room, he had taken a few minutes to look at himself naked in a mirror. He considered what Lord Remington had done to him, sucking on his privates, and how it had felt. And then he thought about how the old Lord, who could have any of the most beautiful cleaning lady in the kingdom if he so desired, was attracted to him and seemed to really want him.

It was almost like having a sudden sexual waking up or an epiphany of some sorting. Before, Cameron had never thought of himself as attractive, not as he was now. Men were supposed to be big and solid, whereas Cameron was smaller and only packed a tilt 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-scale butt cheeks.

Cameron went to sleep after that. The very mentation that his schoolboyish looks could be appealing to older men made him giddy, and he was only awakened by Lord Remington much later in the eve when he told the boy that it was time to go. And so, Cameron quickly dressed himself in the garments of a page boy that was laid out for him, and hurried to observe Lord Remington to the awaiting carriage.

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

The interior of the carriage was turgid, probably the largest carriage Cameron had ever been in before. His family was a small and unimportant one compared to Divine Remington's ancient House, and so his founder never did ride around in phantasy bearing like this one, where there was a whole mattress that could fit four or five mass easily to catch some Z's on.

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

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

Lord Remington laughed and set himself down on the mattress, patting the place beside him to invite the young boy to sit next to him."cum 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 word of advice and sat down beside him. But the consequence he sat down adjacent to master Remington, the old man put one arm around the youth, ruffling his short fortunate haircloth as he inched closer to the boy.

"You know, you're going to have to start getting used to talking to people differently. You're not Duke Eveur anymore, you're a page named Cameron whose parents sold you into servitude under me. No terminal names, zilch about your past tense life."

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

"And that means you're going to experience to learn to start calling people by their earmark title of respect. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘ Yes, my Lord ’, or ‘ No, my Jehovah ’. Understand ?"

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

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

Cameron smiled back at the survey of Lord Remington's grin. The unseasoned boy had almost forgotten this feeling, of what it felt like to throw someone he could trust, a tightlipped friend he knew wouldn't betray him and would restrain him safe.

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

At once, the old man's optic had closed, the blackened educatee disappearing behind his palpebra, and he leaned forward. Cameron by now tacit what was happening, and though he was nervous and didn't know much how to respond to the nobleman's advances, decided to allow Lord Remington to feature his way. It was the least he could do for his savior and benefactor.

Both the old man's work force held his face as their backtalk met, and Lord Remington's candy kiss became increasingly passionate as he attempted to force his tongue into the boy's mouth. Cameron, meanwhile, who was totally inexperienced with such adult matters, merely sat still on the mattress, oculus widely unresolved. He did not know how to answer or react, or how to even kiss back.

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

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

Knowing what the Duke wanted, Cameron slipped off his new page's attire until he was left in only his unmentionable, and then grinned as he made eye striking with the quondam man as he slowly pulled it off to reveal his nudity. Divine Remington had by now taken off his plaid shirt and lowered his trouser too, but the older Godhead was unable to take his eye off the boy's bared body the entire meter.

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

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

He watched as Jehovah Remington got on the mattress, a hungry look on his face as Cameron laid sprawled out under him, looking up at the old Creator with a curious flavor and nervous grin. If the boy had to be honest, he was nervous, unsure of what was going to befall. 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 inexperienced person blue eyes, sparkling and gleaming with all the corporate trust of a youngster."Yes."

A jubilant smile came over nobleman Remington's face as he straddled the untried boy's body. Cameron simply laid back and let him catch his slim down calves, raising them up to rest over his shoulder joint. This drift of his branch spread his small butt cheeks unfold slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a little uncomfortable at first."Lord Remington said, as one hand caressed Cameron's quiet, reduce thigh. His other hand was gripping the base of his put up cock as he took aim."But it'll tone unspoilt after you get used to it. I promise."

Immediately Cameron felt pressure level against his anal gap as the old Lord pressed his tip against his small hole. It was too tight, however, his opening move was too small for introduction, and the Thomas Young 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 push of nobleman Remington's pelvis.

"It will if you let it. Just stop pushing back."

"I-I'm trying."

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

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

Lord Remington, though, did not let up, and continued to press his member oral sex against Cameron's small hole."Just harbour on for a patch more, picayune Leo. It'll flavour good soon."

Cameron let out a yelp as the Duke thrusted his hips forward hard, causing his tip to almost barely slide inside of him. There was no way they were going to get anywhere like this, but for some reason, the old Jehovah 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 change, and for a second Cameron mentation he had actually managed to convince Lord Remington to break off trying to penetrate him. The pressure against anus eased up for a second, which gave Cameron some meter to catch one's breath. But in the true, Lord Remington was only taking this time to get a better cargo area on the boy to force into him. Cameron felt the Duke's men go to his shoulders, holding him in home, before thrusting his hip joint forward in one heavy push.

Cameron's eyes widened as he felt the erect diaphysis solecism inside of him. He couldn't even yelp or scream, the boy was too surprised by the sudden unveiling and could only open his back talk in a tacit gasp.

Never before had he thought that a foreign object would enter his body sexually ; that happened only to womanhood, and the notion of having something so intrusive lodged inside of him so suddenly felt like zippo he could describe.

The Duke seemed pleased however, smiling down at him and stroking his brass as he muttered something about Cameron being really tight. Before long, Jehovah Remington's hips had begun to incite again, rocking back and forth as he drove his penis in and out of Cameron.

Once again, the feeling of the foreign object inserted into his consistency sliding in and then out continuously was indescribable, and Cameron could only lay back on the bed, panting as Lord Remington had his way with him. It did not take very long for the old Lord's thrusting to speed up suddenly, and before he knew it, Lord Remington had reached orgasm.

"Oh !"

Cameron felt string after bowed stringed instrument of cum pullulate inside of his anal canal, filling and flooding his belittled hole with adult semen as the Duke pumped his full load straight into the boy's butt. It felt ... warm, and intimate. semen from inside of the old Lord had just been deposited unbowed inside of Cameron's own asshole, and as they remained there joined together as one for respective moments in the aftermath of Lord Remington's orgasm, Cameron knew he had never felt closer to anyone before, not like this.

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

The blonde haired boy remained there on the bed, looking back at the old Duke as cum oozed out of his stretched anal retentive chess opening. He had just been used, taken like a toy by this man, and yet Cameron did not find wild or ashamed. How could the boy be angry at Lord Remington, the only one he had left in this public ?

And so they lay together on the bed, naked and panting from their rather vigorous elbow grease. While the erstwhile Creator slept soundly, glowing in his post orgasmic euphoria, Cameron could not find a way to close his middle, to terminate the thoughts from racing in his psyche. Was doing this rightfulness ? Letting the old Duke have his way with him like that ? He loved the old Lord now, of course, but did Lord Remington care for him the Saami way too ? Or was he just the man's plaything ?

Cameron eventually managed to halt the never-ending flow of thoughts in his psyche, finding that seeing Lord Remington so felicitous was deserving it, and what they did wasn't so bad. And so, Cameron finally allowed himself to close his eyes and roll off to sleep on the plush mattress bed while the carriage continued traveling through the Night .