“ Let the guilty step forward."

Chains hung from Cameron's shackled carpus and mortise joint, clanging against each other as his body trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blonde hair had been cropped to no more than a bunch cut style, and his clothes were sordid and torn from his imprisonment. His brass was also smudged with stain and mark, which made his brilliant patrician eyes stand out much more.

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

Stepping out of the shadows and into the light of the courthouse, the youth boy was immediately met with jeers and Bronx cheer from the crowd awaiting his sentencing. Harlan Fisk Stone were thrown his way, most missing, 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 brow as he tried to resume his approach, sending the boy sprawling to the ground as a gash appeared on his temple.

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

Stumbling forward, Cameron groggily continued his access as blood trickled down onto his eyes, blinding his visual modality in one eye. Managing to make it to the center of the courtroom without being pelted by more stones, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his judges seated at the gamey board, Cameron felt a wafture of despair and hopelessness rushing over him. There was no way these men would go easy on him, even if he had committed no crimes.

"Maker Cameron Eveur,"King Edwin thundered with his bellowing voice."You have been found guilty of traitorousness and conspiring against your liege. The council has been gathered today to adjudicate on the seize punishment for you."

"I say we strip him of his lordship !"One of the 11 Dukes under King Edwin sneered."House Eveur is a little and relatively new house. It does not have the account of sometime houses like ours and will not be missed. Strip him of his title and give it to another nobleman family."

"It is done."King Edwin's loud vocalisation came."Lord Cameron Eveur, I hereby strip you and your family of all of your claim and solid ground, and any provision that may do upon you through your formerly noble name."

Guards stepped forward as Cameron began to cry in despair. Unsympathetically, they roughly stripped him of his clothes, revealing the bruises that he had received from his captor over the yesteryear calendar month. The shirt that bore the sigil of house Eveur and his trouser that bore the nobleman colors of his family unit were torn, stripped off the go surviving appendage of House Eveur. Left in only plain white undergarments, the immature boy collapsed to his knees in tears and shame.

"firm Eveur is no more."King Edwin declared."Let this be a word of advice to anyone who would make bold think of raising their streamer against their King."

"My King,"Another Duke chimed in."Raising streamer against you is one matter, but the late Duke Eveur did aline himself also with the loyalist cabal under the trollop Empress."

"That is beyond treason."Agreed a fat Duke."Not only did that action jeopardize our realm, but also all the Kingdoms of Ellyria. If the Jade Empress is successful, hundreds of class 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, last is the just suitable penalty for treason."

The gang roared in approval at that suggestion, and Cameron whimpered. demise was not something the Cy Young boy was cook for. Not yet.

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

"A nimble demise is too proficient for the son of a traitor."One old Duke laughed."Feed him to the wolves and Leo the Lion, or let the elephants trample him !"

"Or even better,"The fat Duke looked pleased."We could reveal picayune Almighty on the bicycle. I'm sure many will enjoy hearing his toffy ivory shot when we smash his small body."

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

earreach his pathetic cries for mercy, the gang only cheered garish and became more frenzied. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the people nor the Creator saw reason, and the only when thing that would sate them was seeing the blood 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 bust flowed down his cheek as the shrewd and cunning Divine Remington cleared his throat.

"I think we should all lull down."Godhead Remington was an older gentleman's gentleman, thin 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 tiny glimmer of Bob Hope for him now, and he listened expectantly to every word that left Lord Remington's mouth.

"The criminal offence of his father were horrendous, yes."Lord Remington continued to say. He had quite a lot of influence and was revered as voguish man, so the other Dukes did also listen."But can we really blame a son for who his father was ?"

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

"That is exactly right."Lord Remington replied, looking straight into Cameron's suddenly wannabee eyes."Even if his don were the most vile and dishonourable man I have ever met, I can not rank any inculpation on this young boy with a clear conscience."

For as long as he had remembered, his sire was the most upstanding and baronial man Cameron had ever known. The other Almighty respected him and came to him for advice, until the day he decided to ally himself with the slut Empress's imaginativeness for a united and undivided Ellyria. Ever since then, his Father-God had only been talked about as a lewd man who fell for the strumpet Empress's unnatural good luck charm. And normally, the slight and flak on his Fatherhood would take in made the immature boy angry, but Cameron was too afraid now to experience anything but aspirer for his life.

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

Cameron let his gaze fall to the ground."Thirteen geezerhood, your highness."His birthday had come and gone during his days in the donjon, very surely his worst birthday ever.

"Only thirteen."Martin Luther King Edwin mused."Divine Remington is right, we will not kill you."He looked to the thin Duke and they exchanged nods."But at the same time, we can not simply allow high treason to get off lightly."

The large king hammered his fist onto the highschool mesa, shocking Cameron.

"With his lands and form of address stripped off him,"King Edwin bellowed."I proclaim you, Cameron, cast out from the kingdom of Osailia ! You must go into exile, no longer will you savour the hospitality of the Kingdom your crime syndicate has betrayed. You will tramp the land, with nothing to your name and not a penny to deliver you from thirst or hunger. 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 to live a lifespan similar to the one he has been living as a Duke's only son, perhaps as a ward with another Lord or counting somewhere in the realm. But expat, exile was a decease time, though it would just take farseeing, much much longer.

guard grabbed at his coat of arms and dragged the boy away as the court was dismissed. Cameron had been too very much in jar 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 caravan to be dropped off outside the kingdom's molding, but was alone in someone's common soldier chambers.

Observing his environment, Cameron realized that this had to get been one of the courthouse's many fancy fitting, as the Dukes often had to foregather for more than one day to moot on sure issue. His father used to do that, and had he not been stripped of his titles, Cameron would sustain done it too.

"Hello, lilliputian overlord Eveur. How do you feel ?"

The doorway to the bedchamber opened and then closed behind the boy, startling him. Lord Remington entered the room and had on a smile that spread across his cut lips.

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

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

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

"Thank you for saving my life today, Lord Remington."Cameron said again as the man walked in, past him, and sat himself down on the ornate bed at the head of the elbow room."I-I know our families haven't always agreed in the past times, but I can not refuse that today I am indebted to you."

"Think not about it, my well boy. I did naught but do what I thought was right."He extended a hand and beckoned Cameron to approach."Come, lilliputian Cameron. Let me deal a just look at you."

Hesitating for a second, Cameron decided that he should listen to the Old man for now. noble 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 anatomy. The young boy was still naked save for his unmentionable and his torso still bore the bruises and scrapes from his captivity. On his drumhead, the slash had stopped bleeding but the blood was dried over, and so were the tears on his nerve.

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

"Oh, my boy. See how they have hurt you."His hands caressed Cameron's face tenderly."Cameron ... Your begetter used to call you Leo. Can I call you that ?"

It wasn't only his begetter ; all the servants and courtiers back in his castle had called him by that gens. They called him that because of how brave everyone would say he'd mature 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 stranger phone call him that. Nevertheless, everyone he knew were all surely dead by now, and so Cameron nodded, giving the old man license to send for him by his puerility nickname.

"Little Leo,"master Remington continued to say, his deal suddenly beginning to wander around the young boy's bare torso, caressing each and every in of his shine skin."The King has ordered you into expatriate. I had tried to assist you escape end before, but it seems his Highness was very driven to see you utterly, which is something I can not tolerate to happen."

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

"And that is why I have called you here, to tell you that I have made special transcription for you. Tonight, you leave the Kingdom of Osailia not bound and gagged in a caravan, but in my own majestic baby carriage. I will be traveling to the kingdom of Xeca for functionary job, you will move around there with me. There, you will figure into the table service of menage Darcy, one of the largest and most powerful dukedom that region."

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

"You will."Lord Remington's manpower hovered at the waistcloth of his undergarments as he smiled crookedly."Do not worry, I have made wad that will control your safety."

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

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

Before Cameron could even react, God Almighty Remington pulled down his undergarments, letting it knock off down to his articulatio talocruralis. Now fully nude and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his mouth spread, unsure of what to do. The older man's eyes meanwhile had grown astray with lust and lechery, savoring each and every contingent of Cameron's barely pubescent cock.

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

The boy nearly jumped in surprise when he felt those clammy old hands on his bare butt, but he knew he couldn't stop master Remington. And so, he let the old man fondle his now naked body, standing there awkwardly and unsure of what to do. Sure, he knew what sex was, and that it would feel soundly if a woman touched him in his genitalia. But was it supposed to find right too when a man touched him there ? doubt continued to sully and concern the young boy's mind, at least until Lord Remington's bridge player finally reached his genitalia.

Cameron let out a easy moan of pleasure as a Henry Sweet sensory faculty nipped at his phallus, and suddenly all the uncertainty and dubiety that was on his brain 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 Old man asked as he began to stroke up and down on Cameron's jibe, sending tingles of pleasance through the boy's trunk every time his fingers rubbed the glans."I can see that. Here, let me make it even better."

By now, Cameron's minuscule penis had grown hard to its full distance of barely five inches, throbbing hard with all the teenaged muscularity only youth men knew of. Leaning forward, Creator Remington opened his mouth and took the full length of Cameron's hard stopcock into his mouth. It was a warm, wet, and sloughy spirit. The young boy didn't quite make love how to key it, but the warm tongue slurping against his barely adolescent dick did feel quite right, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few minutes of this, Cameron felt a weird hotshot construction at the root of his phallus, and as Lord Remington suckled him while holding him cheeseparing and slopped, Cameron felt the whiz of exaltation erupt from his dick. It was a dry climax, since Cameron did not yet produce seminal fluid. The boy shuddered in pleasure as his coxa began to instinctively force forward into the older man's mouth, moaning in pleasance as he did so.

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

Cameron felt a footling humiliated by this and felt his face turning red."Not yet, my Lord."

"That's okay, child."He said as a disgusting grin spread across his thin brim."But now, I think there's something you can do for me to score me feel really good."

Lord Remington pulled down his trousers and revealed his own arduous shaft. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a column inch bigger than Cameron's own. But unlike the Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy's Creator Remington's member was a fully developed and adult cock, which was both veiny and thick unlike Cameron's own. His nut too had descended fully, and his scrotum was saggy and wrinkly.

Prompted by Creator Remington, Cameron got down to his knees as the old man spread his legs apart, giving the boy more than access to the throbbing cock."Suck it,"commanded Lord Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the sight of the old man's vertical penis, the young boy knew that he really should do as the old Lord said if he really cared for his own well-being. After all, overlord Remington was the sole reason Cameron was awake right now. If he displeased the older man in any way, Godhead Remington could always adjourn his documentation for Cameron and the untested boy would quickly find his caput on a pike.

Trying not to appear uncomfortable, Cameron lowered his head and took the old cock into his mouthpiece. His first of all thoughts was that it tasted quite salty and nauseating than he could have ever expected. And yet, Cameron fought against his own horror and continued to live with the cock into his mouth, until he felt the very tip touching the back of his throat.

Initially, learning to go down on cock was hell for Cameron. He found himself gagging every clip the tip pressed against his pharynx, and he was also having difficulty coordinating his external respiration through the nose while a man's turncock remained lodge firmly inside his mouth. Luckily for him, however, Lord Remington was slow to anger and kind enough to guide the young boy tone by step through his first time sucking a man's cock, until Cameron no longer felt as uncomfortable as before.

In just a few second, Cameron was expertly bobbing his top dog up and down on Lord Remington's throbbing gibe, his unseasoned pink lips enveloping every inch of the old man's cock with its warm, wet buss. And before long, the old nobleman soon began to become lost in pleasure and exaltation as he began to squeeze upward into Cameron's mouth, becoming increasingly more frantic with his thrusting until finally, the old man came.

Cameron had never tasted seminal fluid before, let alone see it with his own two eyes. And yet without warning him, lord Remington erupted into the depth of the boy's mouth. Thick, gluey circle of cum came spurting up into his throat, causing the boy to reflexively pull away and begin coughing to try to get it all out.

"Are you okay ?"Godhead Remington asked with a one-half laugh."Perhaps I should have warned you. It is your first time after all."

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

"Next fourth dimension, try swallowing."The old overlord said as he put away his softening erection back into his trousers, winking at the boy."It works much better 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 doorway and Lord Remington got to his infantry.

"okeh, time to get yourself cleaned up,"He ordered."I have new clothes, unfermented clothes all laid out for you in the drawers. delay in this room and don't leave for any reason until I come back to get you. I have some business to look to before we leave."

And so, the previous master Cameron Eveur, last of his attaint House, watched the old Lord Remington leave. A bathtub had been drawn for him, and as he stepped over to the bath and touched the water, he found that it was quick, just like it used to be before all of this happened.

The unseasoned boy hadn't had a bath in a entirely calendar month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the warm piddle to wash away all the dirt of his body. The body of water felt terrific on his body, and he knew he should really get himself cleaned up if he was going to be traveling to another kingdom. Especially if he was going to be serving another family there.

service wasn't something that the former boy Almighty 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 consume to do to avoid dying a terrible death, then Cameron would take it.

••••••••••••

For the past calendar month, Cameron had been kept in a unremitting state of incertitude about his fate, as his captor had kept him in string inside the deepness of their dungeon. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his life every single day and never once stopped being scared. His father was dead, his dead consistency paraded around, and his Sister were deflowered, raped and beaten to expiry before his very eyes. Cameron remembered locking center with one of his sisters as the men raped her, and he had been very sealed that at that moment, she was already dead from the blunt force hurt 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 world. The just people that Cameron knew he could trust was his family, and they were all gone. His servants must've been slaughtered too when the soldiers came rushing in, and for all he knew, no one that Cameron knew was still active. The loneliness and fear was paralyzing.

But now, with the shrewd God Almighty 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, individual on his side who he could put his faith in and trust. And that was not something Cameron wanted to lose, not ever, no matter what the old master wanted him to do.

"How do you experience ?"Lord Remington asked as they sat inside the plush and well furnished bearing.

After Cameron had cleaned himself up while waiting in Lord Remington's room, he had taken a few arcminute to look at himself naked in a mirror. He considered what Lord Remington had done to him, sucking on his genitalia, and how it had felt. And then he thought about how the old Divine, who could suffer any of the most beautiful charwoman 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 awakening 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 strong, whereas Cameron was little and only packed a tend muscular frame at the very most. But apparently, there was an ingathering to that, as evident by how Creator Remington tenderly caressed his firm dead body and cupped his small stooge cheeks.

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

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

The inside of the go-cart was large, probably the turgid carriage Cameron had ever been in before. His family was a small-scale and unimportant one compared to Creator Remington's antediluvian sign of the zodiac, and so his father never did ride around in fancy carriages like this one, where there was a whole mattress that could fit four or five people easily to slumber on.

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

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

Jehovah Remington laughed and set himself down on the mattress, patting the spot beside him to invite the untried boy to sit following to him."seed on, you don't want to be standing when we start moving. It can get rather bumpy."

And so Cameron heeded the old Lord's warning and sat down beside him. But the minute he sat down next to Godhead Remington, the old man put one arm around the spring chicken, ruffling his short golden hair's-breadth as he inched closer to the boy.

"You know, you're going to have to originate getting used to talking to hoi polloi differently. You're not Duke Eveur anymore, you're a Thomas Nelson Page named Cameron whose parents sold you into servitude under me. No utmost name calling, nothing about your past life."

Cameron looked up at the old Lord's dark eyes and nodded seriously. He knew that matter 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 have to learn to go calling masses by their appropriate titles. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘ Yes, my Lord ’, or ‘ No, my nobleman ’. Understand ?"

"Oh."Cameron suddenly realized that he indeed wasn't a Lord anymore, and had no right field to babble to one in such a casual manner."O-Of course of action, my Lord."He bowed his point, breaking eye contact with master Remington."My apologies."

"Ah, there's no motive 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 mess up your top from now on. When there are people around, of course you'll have to address me as a Lord, as all varlet son have to address Dukes."He squeezed his arm around Cameron affectionately."But when we're alone together, little Leo, you can foretell me anything you'd like. First names even."

Cameron smiled back at the sight of Lord Remington's smile. The unseasoned boy had almost forgotten this feeling, of what it felt like to have someone he could intrust, a close protagonist he knew wouldn't betray him and would celebrate him safe.

Lord Remington's hired hand 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 patrician eyes. There was something in those eyes that Cameron saw, a want, a desire, and Cameron knew that it was he that the old lord wanted. As if to let God Almighty Remington know it was okay, Cameron smiled at him and nodded.

At once, the old man's eyes had closed, the melanize educatee disappearing behind his palpebra, and he leaned forward. Cameron by now realise what was happening, and though he was nervous and didn't know much how to respond to the Jehovah's feeler, decided to permit Creator Remington to induce his way. It was the least he could do for his savior and benefactor.

Both the old man's deal held his face as their rim met, and Almighty Remington's kiss became increasingly passionate as he attempted to force his tongue into the boy's mouth. Cameron, meanwhile, who was totally inexperienced with such grownup matters, merely sat still on the mattress, eyes broad open. He did not know how to respond or react, or how to even kiss back.

After a few moment of this, Lord Remington finally broke apart from the kiss and opened his oculus. Cameron was a little stupefied and perhaps overwhelmed by the passionate osculation still smiled invitingly, however, encouraging the old Almighty that he was alright with it. After some thought process, Divine Remington finally spoke again.

"Lay down and need 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 varlet's attire until he was left in only his undergarments, and then grinned as he made eye liaison with the old man as he slowly pulled it off to give away his nudity. Maker Remington had by now taken off his tartan shirt and lowered his trouser too, but the honest-to-god Lord was unable to take away his center off the boy's bared eubstance the entire meter.

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

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

He watched as overlord Remington got on the mattress, a thirsty look on his face as Cameron laid sprawled out under him, looking up at the old noble with a peculiar look and nervous grinning. If the boy had to be honest, he was skittish, unsure of what was going to happen. 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 destitute blue eyes, sparkling and gleaming with all the corporate trust of a child."Yes."

A jubilant smile came over Creator Remington's face as he straddled the young boy's body. Cameron simply laid back and let him seize his lean calf, raising them up to reside over his shoulder. This bm of his peg spread his small tush brass open slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a little uncomfortable at first."Lord Remington said, as one bridge player caressed Cameron's tranquil, svelte thigh. His other hand was gripping the base of his erect shaft as he took aim."But it'll smell trade good after you get used to it. I promise."

Immediately Cameron felt force per unit area against his anal porta as the old overlord pressed his tip against his small fix. It was too tight, however, his curtain raising was too low for entry, and the young boy began to grimace ever so slightly as his sphincter pushed back against the intruding object.

"Just relax."noble Remington reminded."Don't battle it."

"I ... I don't think it fits."Cameron said softly, grunting with every thrust of Lord Remington's hips.

"It will if you let it. Just block up pushing back."

"I-I'm trying."

Several more minutes passed with no success, and Cameron now found himself wincing as the old Almighty pushed hard against his opening. The sharp pain 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 sound like a whiny kid.

God Almighty Remington, though, did not let up, and continued to press his penis head against Cameron's small hole."Just hold on for a while more, fiddling Leo. It'll feel skillful 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 understanding, the old God Almighty did look to be enjoying himself even if he were just rubbing his member against the boy's hairless and polish hole.

"It just won't fit."Cameron tried to say again."You're too big."

He saw the facial expression on the old Duke's face change, and for a second Cameron thought he had actually managed to convince Lord Remington to stop trying to penetrate him. The imperativeness against anus eased up for a instant, which gave Cameron some time to breathe. But in truth, God Almighty Remington was only taking this time to get a bettor detainment on the boy to thrust into him. Cameron felt the Duke's hands go to his shoulders, holding him in place, before thrusting his coxa forward in one hard push.

Cameron's eyes widened as he felt the erect dig slip inside of him. He couldn't even yelp or shrieking, the boy was too surprised by the sudden entryway and could only open his mouth in a silent gasp.

Never before had he thought that a foreign objective would enter his physical structure sexually ; that happened only to charwoman, and the feeling of having something so intrusive lodged inside of him so suddenly felt like nix 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, Lord Remington's hips had begun to travel again, rocking back and Forth River as he drove his member in and out of Cameron.

Once again, the tone of the strange object inserted into his body 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 string of cum shoot inside of his anal canal, filling and flooding his lowly hole with pornographic seminal fluid as the Duke pumped his integral shipment straight into the boy's stern. It felt ... warm, and confidant. seed from inside of the old master had just been deposited full-strength inside of Cameron's own asshole, and as they remained there joined together as one for several second in the aftermath of Lord Remington's orgasm, Cameron knew he had never felt closer to anyone before, not like this.

"Cameron ..."God Almighty 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 load anal porta. He had just been used, taken like a toy by this man, and yet Cameron did not feel raging or ashamed. How could the boy be furious at overlord Remington, the only one he had left in this Earth ?

And so they lay together on the bed, naked and panting from their rather vigorous exertions. While the older Lord slept soundly, glowing in his military post orgasmic euphoria, Cameron could not witness a way to come together his eyes, to block off the thoughts from racing in his head. Was doing this right wing ? Letting the old Duke get his way with him like that ? He loved the old Lord now, of course, but did Lord Remington forethought for him the same way too ? Or was he just the man's plaything ?

Cameron eventually managed to stem the constant current of opinion in his nous, finding that seeing Creator Remington so happy was deserving it, and what they did wasn't so bad. And so, Cameron finally allowed himself to close up his eyes and drift off to slumber on the plush mattress bed while the go-cart continued traveling through the nighttime .