Flynn walked along the cobblestone road, swiping the dirty blonde hair from his heart as he managed to barely proceed up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a project bandit attempt in the following village when he had roused Flynn from his nap, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hours.

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

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the bottle out of his bag and handed it to the knight. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started earlier than almost son did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too small to be able to serve up him in his knightly tariff effectively. It was true, with his small physique, Flynn was littler than virtually boys his age, though he never did get picked on gage abode. His hands were still smooth and shin pale as his parents never had him do any manual labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his first few days as a squire.

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

bandit attacks had been becoming more common lately. This came in the immediate aftermath of the King declaring that revenue enhancement would be raised treble to compensate for the losses the realm took during the last war. The unwashed hoi polloi did not take too well to this news and began protesting, but the Rex sent his knights across the realm to put down these revolt. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandits and the world-beater's horse.

The boy could not say he did not sympathize with the bandit, however. Because Flynn was also a commoner, he understood their battle, and he had been one of the favourable few common boy to be promised a better life by being taken as a squire by a noble knight.

Of course, there was some resentment amongst the people 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 mass of the land, by becoming a gallant and essentially siding with the knight and the King. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to offer up him every incentive they could to stay. The promise of castles and risky venture was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his village to serve as Sir Egan's squire.

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

"Get down !"

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

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to remain on his feet as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the trees. It had been a trap, they had allowed put on news of a planned blast to reach Sir Egan's spike, and then planned an ambush on the route. Still stock-still with reverence, Flynn remained on the ground, eyes wide as he watched the six brigand circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his blade, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his chest. Sir Egan managed to avoid the next arrow fired by the next bandit, and with sword in hand, cut down two of the brigand that moved to engage him. The bandits that were armed with curtain call continued to pelt Sir Egan with arrows, however, and even his thick armor could not withstand that many arrows at such a near grasp. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his sword in a tierce bandit, ineffectual to preserve fighting anymore. The remaining bandit did not submit any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to watch as the bandits remained in their circular formation around Sir Egan's kneeling soma, shooting pointer into his hitch body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with arrows, at to the lowest degree three XII of them sticking out of his armor, and the proud horse slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his lips tremble as one bandit, the drawing card, approached the fallen knight, and removed his helmet.

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

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

"Eighth."The bandit drawing card corrected.

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

The brigand chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag and pulling out the arrow in his physical structure. 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 panicky boy, the bandits turned their attention to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his centre as the brigand leader knelt down, taking his chin in his hands and looking the boy up and down.

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

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

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

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

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

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

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

"block 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 stiff behind the bandits.

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

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

"You're justly !"The huge bandit's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some fat nobleman with scads of gold ! Tell me boy, do you own brothers ? If he's an lonesome son, we can double the ransom !"

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

The bandits grew flustered as he spoke.

"A fucking common person ? You liar !"

"No, no please heed !"Flynn raised his script to protect himself as the large bandit seemed as if he were about to fall upon the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his gallant hold up hebdomad, I was the solitary boy from my village taken as a squire this class, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The big bandit continued his terror and screaming, but the bandit drawing card raised his hand to silence him. Leaning in close, his centre serious, the brigand leader began to speak softly.

"You can not be a commoner, because, no subject 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 slow, inscrutable breathing space, and Flynn's warmness raced as he waited for him to finish speaking. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the floor during the fight.

"So distinguish me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner pass on his people, village, kinsperson, and champion, to help a horse travel around and kill citizenry who are just like him ?"

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

"Speak only the Truth now, boy."The bowman said."Are you a noble child, or are you a commoner ?"

pump 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 hired hand grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to escape."You left your own multitude to fight for the king ? treasonist ! Sir Noel Pierce Coward !"

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

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

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one step. 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 batch of a man, slashing and stabbing, but the man quickly knocked the knife out of his hands, and put Flynn on his back by slamming his vast fist into the boy's temple.

His head sonorousness, Flynn was unable to struggle back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his belly, his inviolable hands holding him down.

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

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's modest consistency. Flynn felt the hands tear the tunic he wore open, and Flynn began to struggle as his bare chest was exposed to the cold solid ground. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the big bandit tore his trouser open, leaving the young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will learn you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the large hands grope at his smooth, pale butt roughly, squirming and pleading for mercifulness. His supplication fell on deaf pinna, however, as he felt a pounding rod slide between his butt impudence. Flynn panicked.

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

But the bandit didn't tending. With a bestial oink, the Brobdingnagian man forced the tip of his shaft into the minor boy's ass kettle of fish, and immediately Flynn knew that it wouldn't fit.

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

"Oh I bet you like it, don't you boy ?"The huge 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 petty maw."It's too big !"

But his howler were for cypher, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous cock straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear shattering howler as he felt the strange whiz of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his can open, and Flynn could feel a wetness begin to trickle down his legs as blood came pouring out.

The blood didn't seem to unsettle the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the young boy, and Flynn began writhing in hurting as he felt the strange target pushing in and out roughly.

"Yeah boy, you're my piddling bitch now, you're my footling bitch."

Flynn lay there on the earth, quivering as pain shot through his lowly body, unable to fight back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another shape appear in front of him, another heavy, veiny cock coming into view.

"open up kid, nice and wide."The brigand loss leader said, an immorality grin plastered on his face.

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

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

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

The voice of the last bandit, the bowman who stood observation, echoed in Flynn's auricle as if from far away. He could palpate his body weakening, his arms growing heavy as he began to turn a loss consciousness. And as his middle glazed over, the concluding thing Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the spine of his throat and in his ass.

rental go of the boy's face, the bandit loss leader let him crumble to the storey. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit leader nudged the belittled consistence with his foot as the with child bandit pulled his putz out of the boy's deplume hollow, wiping the blood off.

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

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

"Then we should get to him dead."The brutish man said dumbly, and the bandit loss leader rolled his optic.

"No, no, we don't have to pop everyone we meet. Grab his physical structure and carry him along with us, we could use him."

Obliging, the big bandit hoisted the naked and bloody consistency up on his shoulder joint, and the three bandit took their leave.

•

The world slowly began to come back to him, as Flynn first regained his audition, and then the feeling in his script. He was on the dry land, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to regain all of his smoke completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smack the distinguishable smelling of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? computer memory suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit blast on the road. He remembered the things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with most of his intimate Department of Education coming from the gossip of his friends back in the settlement. They often boasted about their exploits with girls, and Flynn even took office in such boasts though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just adult female, though the thought always seemed extraneous to him. Until now at least.

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

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

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

Surely when Holy Scripture of Sir Egan's execution reached the lords and madam of the realm, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the simply way that Flynn would have any prospect 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 try ? After all, bandits pillaged the nation and the big businessman would likely not be able to spare more men to see for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nobody's son.

As these cerebration of day of reckoning and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to get hold a way out of this prison. Grabbing a sway on the paries of the room, Flynn began to attract himself up when suddenly he felt a tart shot bother in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the undercoat, his breath shaking as he touch the wetness running down his leg. It was blood. Flynn's shit had been torn open, and by trying to stand up up, the boy must consume caused it to begin bleeding again.

As Flynn lay there in his own blood and dirt, the threshold to his cadre suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the bowman from the ambuscade, and immediately the boy began to back himself into the wall, afraid that the bandit would hurt him. But the bandit only laughed as he saw Flynn's 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 fill your breadbasket with."

A trough of pee and food for thought were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn realize how hungry he was. Looking down at the food, the boy looked back up at the bandit suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another second of vacillation, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food for thought bowls, devouring the roasted crybaby leg on the bowl. The bowman snickered at the plenty, and then turned to leave.

•

day had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more cobbler's last Nox, and another clip this forenoon. Other than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt strong enough to take the air.

Pacing the tiny cell slowly, Flynn tried to face for a way out of this prison. While he may have been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to persist a prisoner for too long. Besides, Flynn didn't really know what the brigand really wanted with him.

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

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

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

The bandit laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a box 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 eyes as they advanced on him."There were so many things that we wanted to do to you."

One of the men grabbed his ankle, and another his other ankle, and they began to take out him to the center of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to take him.

The bandits finally had enough and tried to carry him by the shoulder, but Flynn but at the man's manpower as they tried to plagiarise him, causing him to doss down back down to the ground.

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

Flynn tried to get away but was too slow, as the man grabbed him by his throat and began to choke him. Clawing at the bandit's powerful arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the bandit began to take off their wearing apparel.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his grip around Flynn's neck as he brought his face down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could smell out the stench of alcohol 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 sympathise ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his situation, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his chicken tooth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a foresightful, wet lick on his fluent cheek.

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

Holding Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his massive cock, bigger than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't service but stare with wide eye. The man grinned lustfully and began to take down his throbbing member.

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

But the man's lust was too much, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to front him, tightening his bag on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do null but allow the man's putz to enter his lip, offering no resistance as it slid into his lips.

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

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

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

The brigand on top of him allowed his cock to stay on inside for several bit, the tip grinding on the back of Flynn's throat, and then he began to displace it around, sliding the dick in and out. Even though this was not his commencement meter anymore, the sheer size of the cock in his back talk causal agency Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his pharynx again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breathing spell for min, but he did not descend unconscious like last time and was forced to detain awake through the entire ordeal.

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

"Oh dump, 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 press the man's hips to get him off.

The man was too stiff, however, and Flynn's pushing did aught to kibosh the bandit from thrusting his cock down the boy's throat. After several more seconds, the man suddenly forced his cock into the backrest 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 rope of the man's thick-skulled cum shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his putz firmly pressed against Flynn's pharynx, however, and the rawness boy could not swallow the liquids that was bursting into his mouthpiece. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's second joint tightly, as he felt the T. H. White liquid leak out the English of his mouthpiece.

At the same time, the other men all around him began to scream 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 suspension, as he stopped pressing against his throat and slid his cock out of the boy's mouth. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side as he struggled to breathe. His wholly naked consistence was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his mouth, flux with saliva.

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the floor, and began to rend their pants up. They each made commentary and caper about the boy, but Flynn did not listen to them. He could select no more abuse like this.

egg laying on the dirty floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would have to fly the coop soon, or else he would run into a fate regretful than dying, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his cadre once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to apply him his daily meal. Sure, the archer was fast, and he would probably shoot and kill him if he tried to take a leak an escape, but that was still better than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even know how very much time had passed since he's been a prisoner. quotidian men would just come in and strip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, other fourth dimension there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, other time they beat him and hurt him even when he complied to their every demands.

Flynn had already been visited twice this break of the day by the brigand. Normally, they'd come in at least three multiplication a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be ill-timed. Some days they came in less. But at the same sentence, 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 smutty setback the vast bandit had struck at his knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneeling attitude 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 jibe his leg to defecate sure zippo was broken.

As Flynn paced the story, there was suddenly a loud plosion in the distance, followed by auditory sensation of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his hopes to rise as opinion of leaving this wretched cellphone came to mind.

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

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandit, making sure as shooting Flynn was still in the jail cell. nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a clink at the door, and the step rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the doorway, pressing his ear against it. He heard nothing but the sound of metal against metal as the bandits fought against the King's soldiers. Giving the door a light push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to obtain it unlocked.

The room access swung afford slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison house for the first clip in what has been workweek. He was in a cavern alright, a bedevil net of tunnels snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnels, trying his well to obviate the scrap by heading the other way when the sounds of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a niche, Flynn barely suppressed a shock pant, as he saw a familiar side. Ducking behind a large stone, Flynn watched as the immense brigand and the bowman from the mathematical group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a eubstance of a slain brigand. The boy's oculus widened as he realized that it was the bandit leader, killed in struggle with the King's soldiers.

The bowman and the huge bandit stood over their friend's body for several second without saying a Bible, the large man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a helping hand on the beat body's bureau and muttered to himself, barely hearable for Flynn to hear.

"Don't worry Friend, your death will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the large brigand might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to turn back and sneak away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too a great deal weight on his injured leg, and yelped in pain sensation as he came crashing to the earth noisily.

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

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

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

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

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

Flynn watched as the bowman remained silent, standing behind the vast bandit. He did cypher just as he did the finale fourth dimension, and watched as the expectant man grow his corking sword and groom to strike down at Flynn. Even though his judgment still spun, Flynn knew that there was no escapism from this. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

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

Flynn looked up to the archer 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 heavy remains."Leave before More brigand come, find the soldiers. evidence them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be safe with them."

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

"Perhaps."The bowman agreed."But the competitiveness is not over. Our radical may fall today, but the people still rise up against the Prince. I will stay to fight down for our freedom, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to overlay himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulders. And with that, he left, disappearing into the wickedness burrow, making his escape. Flynn wasted no time either in turning to leave behind, limping through the caves.

After what seemed like an eternity, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its warmth touch on his cheek, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to cover his small-scale body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandits to wheel away to the nearest castle 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 armor of a horse, pushed through the crowd to see what was happening.

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No motivation for that now."He said, waving a hand as he urged respective soldiers to bring his carriage here."You're hurt, and you need help."

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a captive 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 public figure is Flynn."

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

Beckoning him to follow, the knight brought Flynn through the bunch of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.

"ejaculate, wait here Flynn. We will work you to the approximate rook for you to recuperate, and for me to write my report on our successful Assault here."

Motioning for him to enter the coach, the Big Dipper doors opened as a boy's headway popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with mussy dark hair and leafy vegetable eyes.

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

The dark haired boy, Arthur, shot him a friendly smiling and waved him in.

"ejaculate, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the passenger car beside the boy."I'm Sir Javid's squire, But you can just call me Arty. What's your 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 unanimous day away, and I haven't talked with someone else my age for weeks."

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