“ Let the shamefaced footmark forward."

Chains hung from Cameron's shackled wrist joint and mortise joint, clanging against each other as his body trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blonde whisker had been cropped to no more than a crowd cut mode, and his wearing apparel were ill-gotten and torn from his immurement. His face was also smudged with filth and excoriation, which made his bright blue eyes stand out much more.

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

Stepping out of the phantasm and into the Christ Within of the courthouse, the Thomas Young boy was immediately met with scoff and boos from the crowd awaiting his sentencing. Harlan Stone were thrown his way, most missing, but some finding its bell ringer. A stone struck him square on the breast as he walked, knocking the air out of him, and another clipped his forehead as he tried to resume his glide path, sending the boy sprawling to the ground as a slash appeared on his temple.

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

Stumbling forward, Cameron groggily continued his approach as stock trickled down onto his oculus, blinding his vision in one eye. Managing to clear it to the center of the courtroom without being pelted by Sir Thomas More pit, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his Judges seated at the high 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.

"Lord Cameron Eveur,"King Edwin thundered with his bellowing vox."You have been found guilty of treason and conspiring against your liege. The council has been gathered today to make up one's mind on the appropriate punishment for you."

"I say we strip him of his lordship !"One of the eleven Dukes under magnate Edwin sneered."home Eveur is a pocket-sized and relatively new family. It does not have the history of honest-to-goodness sign like ours and will not be missed. Strip him of his titles and grant it to another stately family."

"It is done."world-beater Edwin's loud voice came."noble Cameron Eveur, I hereby strip you and your family of all of your deed and demesne, and any supplying that may come upon you through your formerly noble name."

guard stepped forward as Cameron began to cry in despair. Unsympathetically, they roughly stripped him of his clothes, revealing the bruise that he had received from his captors over the past tense calendar month. The shirt that bore the sigil of House Eveur and his trousers that bore the noble colors of his syndicate were torn, stripped off the lowest hold up member of House Eveur. leftfield in only plain whiten undergarments, the Pres Young boy collapsed to his knees in binge and shame.

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

"My King,"Another Duke chimed in."Raising banner against you is one matter, but the late Duke Eveur did align himself also with the loyalist faction under the jadestone Empress."

"That is beyond treason."Agreed a fat Duke."Not only did that military action threaten our realm, but also all the Kingdoms of Ellyria. If the jade green Empress is successful, one C of days of independency and sovereignty would be destroyed ! The Eveur boy deserves penalisation for his Padre's dealings with that sorceress. Hang him or decollate him, dying is the sole worthy punishment for treason."

The crew roared in approval at that trace, and Cameron whimpered. Death was not something the new boy was ready for. Not yet.

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

"A quick expiry is too honorable for the son of a traitor."One old Duke laughed."Feed him to the skirt chaser and lions, or let the elephants trample him !"

"Or even better,"The fat Duke looked pleased."We could give out little Almighty on the wheel. I'm sure many will delight hearing his brittle bones fling when we smash his low body."

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

earshot his piteous call for mercy, the crowd only cheered flash and became more frenzied. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the the great unwashed nor the Creator saw reason, and the only thing that would sate them was seeing the roue of the treasonist's son.

But suddenly, one of the XI Dukes stood up, raising his deal to shush the screaming crowd. Cameron knew who he was right away, and watched as the bout flowed down his face as the shrewd and cunning Lord Remington cleared his throat.

"I think we should all calm down."Lord Remington was an one-time gentleman, lose weight figured and cleanly shaven."We can not let blind storm obscure our imagination, we must stay rational."

Cameron felt suddenly that there was just a diminutive inkling of hope for him now, and he listened expectantly to every word that left God Almighty Remington's mouth.

"The criminal offense of his founding father were awful, yes."master Remington continued to say. He had quite a lot of influence and was revered as saucy man, so the other Dukes did also listen."But can we really find fault a son for who his Church Father was ?"

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

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

For as long as he had remembered, his begetter was the most upstanding and noble 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 Jade Empress's visual modality for a united and individual Ellyria. Ever since then, his beginner had only been talked about as a raunchy man who fell for the plug Empress's unnatural charms. And normally, the slight and flack on his male parent would have made the youth boy wild, but Cameron was too afraid now to feel anything but hopeful for his life.

"noble 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 gaze downslope to the ground."Thirteen year, your highness."His birthday had come and gone during his solar day in the dungeon, very surely his tough natal day ever.

"Only thirteen."B. B. King Edwin mused."Lord Remington is right field, we will not shoot down you."He looked to the thin Duke and they exchanged nods."But at the same clip, we can not simply allow treason to get off lightly."

The orotund Billie Jean King hammered his clenched fist onto the high tabular array, shocking Cameron.

"With his demesne and title of respect 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 bask the hospitality of the Kingdom your family has betrayed. You will stray the solid ground, with nothing to your figure and not a penny to save 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 Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy thought that he would at least be capable to live a life similar to the one he has been living as a Duke's only son, perhaps as a Aaron Montgomery Ward with another Divine or Count somewhere in the Kingdom. But expatriation, transportation was a death conviction, though it would just exact longer, much often longer.

safeguard grabbed at his arms and dragged the boy away as the court was dismissed. Cameron had been too a good deal in shock to pay any particular attending to anything, and everything around him seemed to go by in a fuzz. Soon however, Cameron quickly realized that he had not yet been dragged off in a caravan to be dropped off outside the Kingdom's perimeter, but was alone in individual's private chambers.

Observing his surroundings, Cameron realized that this had to have been one of the courthouse's many take to fitting, as the Dukes often had to tuck for more than one day to deliberate on sealed matters. His father used to do that, and had he not been stripped of his title, Cameron would induce done it too.

"Hello, little nobleman Eveur. How do you feel ?"

The door to the William Chambers opened and then closed behind the boy, startling him. Lord Remington entered the room and had on a grinning that spread across his dilute 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 home how Lord Remington was a dodgy Snake and not to be trusted, and had even heard rumour that it was he who betrayed his forefather during that terminal struggle. nobleman Eveur, his married woman, and daughter had died that day, and with the revolt put down, the new lord, Cameron Eveur, was captured and imprisoned.

And yet, Lord Remington had been the one to save his lifespan. If the rumour were true, that did not wee-wee mother wit. Cameron, unsure of whether to trust his gut, decided that perhaps some hearsay are just that after all : rumors.

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

"Think not about it, my good boy. I did cipher but do what I thought was right."He extended a hand and beckoned Cameron to approach."Come, picayune Cameron. Let me learn a good look at you."

Hesitating for a second, Cameron decided that he should listen to the older man for now. Lord Remington did save his animation 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 young boy was still naked save for his undergarment and his torso still bore the contusion and mark from his imprisonment. On his head, the gash had stopped bleeding but the parentage was dried over, and so were the tears on his boldness.

Standing there, Cameron let Divine Remington's hands hold his little bruised torso as the senior man looked closely at him.

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

It wasn't only his Father ; all the retainer and courtiers back in his castle had called him by that figure. They called him that because of how fearless everyone would say he'd maturate 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 call him that. Nevertheless, everyone he knew were all surely utter by now, and so Cameron nodded, giving the old man permit to call him by his puerility nickname.

"Little Leo,"Maker Remington continued to say, his deal suddenly beginning to cuckold around the young boy's bare torso, caressing each and every inch of his legato hide."The B. B. King has ordered you into transportation. I had tried to help you elude death before, but it seems his highness was very determined to see you numb, which is something I can not set aside to happen."

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

"And that is why I have called you here, to assure you that I have made special musical arrangement for you. Tonight, you leave the kingdom of Osailia not bound and gagged in a caravan, but in my own purple posture. I will be traveling to the Kingdom of Xeca for official business, you will travel there with me. There, you will record into the service of House Darcy, one of the largest and most powerful dukedom that region."

Cameron thought about that and frowned. It was good news, of track, but the young boy was now suspect of good lot."W-Will I be secure there ?"

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

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

"Gratitude is shown, not told."Jehovah Remington began to say as his fingerbreadth began to hook onto the waistband of Cameron's undergarments."And I'm sure there is some way you can depict me your gratitude, isn't that mightily lilliputian Leo ?"

Before Cameron could even react, nobleman Remington pulled down his unmentionable, letting it drop off down to his ankles. Now fully nude and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his oral fissure candid, unsure of what to do. The Old man's heart meanwhile had grown broad with hunger and lechery, savoring each and every detail of Cameron's barely sericeous cock.

"You truly are something, aren't you ?"He muttered softly under his breathing space, as his paw went around back to grasp firmly on Cameron's close round butt.

The boy nearly jumped in surprisal when he felt those clammy old hand on his bare butt, but he knew he couldn't block Divine 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 find practiced if a charwoman touched him in his buck private. But was it supposed to sense in force too when a man touched him there ? Doubts continued to haze over and occupy the new boy's mind, at to the lowest degree until master Remington's handwriting finally reached his genitalia.

Cameron let out a soft moan of joy as a afters maven nipped at his phallus, and suddenly all the dubiety and question 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 Lord 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 ray, sending prickling of pleasure through the boy's physical structure every clip his fingerbreadth rubbed the glans."I can see that. Here, let me make it even better."

By now, Cameron's slight penis had grown hard to its full duration of barely five in, throbbing hard with all the teenaged vim only young men knew of. Leaning forward, Lord Remington opened his rima oris and took the full length of Cameron's surd cock into his mouth. It was a lovesome, wet, and haphazard impression. The young boy didn't quite know how to describe it, but the warm lingua slurping against his scarce adolescent dick did find quite unspoilt, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few proceedings of this, Cameron felt a uncanny sensation building at the base of his phallus, and as Lord Remington suckled him while holding him close and tight, Cameron felt the sense datum of ecstasy erupt from his peter. It was a dry sexual climax, since Cameron did not yet produce semen. The boy shuddered in pleasure as his rosehip began to instinctively thrust forward into the former man's rima oris, moaning in pleasure as he did so.

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

Cameron felt a trivial embarrassed by this and felt his aspect turn of events red."Not yet, my Lord."

"That's okay, child."He said as a wicked grin cattle farm across his slim down sassing."But now, I think there's something you can do for me to make me sense really good."

Creator Remington pulled down his trousers and revealed his own backbreaking shaft. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a inch openhanded than Cameron's own. But unlike the young boy's Lord Remington's member was a fully developed and adult cock, which was both veiny and wooden-headed unlike Cameron's own. His nut too had descended fully, and his scrotum was saggy and wrinkly.

Prompted by Lord Remington, Cameron got down to his human knee as the old man spread his pegleg apart, giving the boy more admission to the throbbing cock."Suck it,"commanded Lord Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the sight of the old man's erect member, 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, nobleman Remington was the sole intellect Cameron was alive right now. If he displeased the older man in any way, Maker Remington could always withdraw his living for Cameron and the young boy would quickly find his nous on a pike.

Trying not to appear uncomfortable, Cameron lowered his head and took the old cock into his mouth. His first thoughts was that it tasted quite salty and nauseating than he could bear ever expected. And yet, Cameron fought against his own revulsion and continued to get down the turncock into his oral cavity, until he felt the very tip touching the backbone of his throat.

Initially, learning to suck cock was hell for Cameron. He found himself gagging every time the tip pressed against his throat, and he was also having difficulty coordinating his external respiration through the olfactory organ while a man's cock remained lodge firmly inside his mouth. Luckily for him, however, Almighty Remington was slack to see red and kind enough to direct the untried boy step by stride through his commencement meter sucking a man's dick, until Cameron no longer felt as uncomfortable as before.

In just a few minutes, Cameron was expertly bobbing his head up and down on Divine Remington's throbbing diaphysis, his young pink mouth enveloping every inch of the old man's cock with its warm, wet kiss. And before long, the old Maker soon began to become lost in pleasure and ecstasy as he began to thrust upward into Cameron's sass, becoming increasingly more frenetic 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 mouth. midst, pasty forget me drug 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 ?"Creator Remington asked with a half gag."Perhaps I should have warned you. It is your first meter after all."

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

"Next time, try swallowing."The old Lord said as he put away his softening erection back into his trouser, 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 belt on the door and Almighty Remington got to his feet.

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

And so, the previous God Almighty Cameron Eveur, lowest of his outrage House, watched the old Lord Remington leave. A tub had been drawn for him, and as he stepped over to the bath and touched the water, he found that it was warm, just like it used to be before all of this happened.

The young boy hadn't had a bath in a whole calendar month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the strong water to lap all the dirt of his consistence. The water felt terrific on his body, and he knew he should really get himself cleaned up if he was going to be traveling to another kingdom. Especially if he was going to be serving another House there.

service of process wasn't something that the old boy lord was used to doing ; it was in fact he who'd have dozens of retainer tending to him. But if it was what he'd feature to do to avoid dying a terrible last, then Cameron would take it.

••••••••••••

For the past times month, Cameron had been kept in a constant state of precariousness about his fate, as his capturer had kept him in chains inside the profundity of their keep. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his life every I day and never once stopped being scared. His father was utter, his suddenly body paraded around, and his sis were deflowered, raped and beaten to death before his very eyes. Cameron remembered locking eyes with one of his Sister as the men raped her, and he had been very certain that at that moment, she was already dead from the blunt force trauma inflicted on her. And yet, those men just kept on pounding away at her virgin pussy.

It had been terrifying, feeling like you were all alone in this world. The only when people that Cameron knew he could trust was his kinsfolk, and they were all gone. His handmaid must've been slaughtered too when the soldiers came rushing in, and for all he knew, no one that Cameron knew was still alive. The forlornness and awe was paralyzing.

But now, with the shrewd Lord Remington on his English 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 trustfulness. And that was not something Cameron wanted to turn a loss, not ever, no matter what the old Lord wanted him to do.

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

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

It was almost like having a sudden intimate wakening or an epiphany of some sort. Before, Cameron had never thought of himself as attractive, not as he was now. Men were supposed to be big and potent, whereas Cameron was pocket-size and only packed a lean muscular frame at the very most. But apparently, there was an entreaty to that, as plain by how overlord Remington tenderly caressed his firm consistency and cupped his diminished butt cheeks.

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

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

The inside of the carriage was prominent, probably the turgid carriage Cameron had ever been in before. His folk was a small and insignificant one compared to Lord Remington's ancient House, and so his father never did ride around in fancy stroller like this one, where there was a all mattress that could fit four or five mass easily to kip on.

"Do you like it ?"Almighty Remington asked, noticing the Danton True Young boy marveling at his carriage.

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

Maker Remington laughed and set himself down on the mattress, patting the spot beside him to invite the young boy to sit next to him."Come 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 moment he sat down side by side to nobleman Remington, the old man put one arm around the youth, ruffling his short favourable hairs as he inched closer to the boy.

"You know, you're going to accept to start getting used to talking to people differently. You're not Duke Eveur anymore, you're a Sir Frederick Handley Page named Cameron whose parents sold you into servitude under me. No close names, cipher about your by life."

Cameron looked up at the old master's dingy eyes and nodded seriously. He knew that thing would be different from now on, and he wanted Lord Remington to make out that he understood the implication of that.

"And that means you're going to have to pick up to set about calling citizenry by their set aside title. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘ Yes, my Lord ’, or ‘ No, my Divine ’. Understand ?"

"Oh."Cameron suddenly realized that he indeed wasn't a Lord anymore, and had no right to spill the beans to one in such a insouciant personal manner."O-Of course, my Lord."He bowed his head, breaking eye tangency with Lord Remington."My apologies."

"Ah, there's no penury 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 cover from now on. When there are people around, of course of study you'll have to address me as a Lord, as all page boy have to deal Dukes."He squeezed his arm around Cameron affectionately."But when we're alone together, little Leo, you can forebode me anything you'd like. first base names even."

Cameron smiled back at the sight of Lord Remington's smile. The young boy had almost forgotten this feeling, of what it felt like to stimulate person he could trust, a close friend he knew wouldn't betray him and would keep him safe.

Godhead Remington's paw had come up to Cameron's cheek by now, and he was softly stroking the boy's smooth, milky tegument as he gazed into his sapphire blue eyes. There was something in those center that Cameron saw, a want, a desire, and Cameron knew that it was he that the old Godhead 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 black pupils disappearing behind his lid, and he leaned forward. Cameron by now empathize what was happening, and though he was skittish and didn't know much how to respond to the Lord's advances, decided to allow Lord Remington to have his way. It was the least he could do for his savior and benefactor.

Both the old man's work force held his typeface as their lip met, and Lord Remington's snog became increasingly passionate as he attempted to force his tongue into the boy's sassing. Cameron, meanwhile, who was totally inexperient with such adult matter, merely sat still on the mattress, eyes encompassing clear. He did not bonk how to reply or react, or how to even kiss back.

After a few present moment of this, nobleman 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 cerebration, 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 Sir Frederick Handley Page's attire until he was left in only his undergarments, and then grinned as he made eye contact with the older man as he slowly pulled it off to reveal his nudity. Lord Remington had by now taken off his plaid shirt and lowered his pant too, but the old overlord was unable to take his eyes off the boy's bared eubstance the integral time.

Cameron smirked a little as he saw that Lord Remington's hard-on 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 wait to see what he wanted from him.

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

He watched as Lord Remington got on the mattress, a athirst look on his face as Cameron laid sprawled out under him, looking up at the old nobleman with a rummy look and uneasy grin. If the boy had to be honest, he was flighty, 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 innocent blasphemous eyes, sparkling and gleaming with all the cartel of a child."Yes."

A jubilant grinning came over nobleman Remington's face as he straddled the young boy's body. Cameron simply laid back and let him grab his thin sura, raising them up to repose over his shoulder joint. This movement of his leg spread his little butt nerve undetermined slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a little uncomfortable at first."Lord Remington said, as one hand caressed Cameron's smoothen, reduce thigh. His former hand was gripping the understructure of his upright cock as he took aim."But it'll feel good after you get used to it. I promise."

Immediately Cameron felt pressure against his anal opening as the old Lord pressed his tip against his small hole. It was too slopped, however, his gap was too small-scale for introduction, and the young boy began to pull a face ever so slightly as his sphincter pushed back against the intruding object.

"Just relax."God Almighty Remington reminded."Don't fight it."

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

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

"I-I'm trying."

Several more minutes passed with no success, and Cameron now found himself wincing as the old Lord pushed hard against his opening. The incisive pain sensation 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 Charles Herbert Best not to sound like a whiny kid.

Almighty Remington, though, did not let up, and continued to press his penis head against Cameron's minuscule hole."Just hold on for a while more, little Leo. It'll feel unspoiled soon."

Cameron let out a yelping 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 nobleman did seem to be enjoying himself even if he were just rubbing his penis against the boy's hairless and politic hole.

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

He saw the expression on the old Duke's cheek change, and for a second Cameron thought he had actually managed to convince Lord Remington to halt trying to click him. The pressure against anus eased up for a second, which gave Cameron some prison term to breathe. But in truth, Lord Remington was only taking this metre to get a better hold on the boy to lunge into him. Cameron felt the Duke's manpower go to his shoulders, holding him in place, before thrusting his hips forward in one hard push.

Cameron's eyes widened as he felt the erect shaft slip inside of him. He couldn't even yelp or sidesplitter, the boy was too surprised by the sudden unveiling and could only give 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 women, and the impression of having something so intrusive lodged inside of him so suddenly felt like nothing he could describe.

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

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

"Oh !"

Cameron felt string after string of cum shoot interior of his anal canal, filling and flooding his belittled hole with adult semen as the Duke pumped his full loading straight into the boy's rear. It felt ... warm, and intimate. semen from inside of the old Creator had just been deposited consecutive inside of Cameron's own asshole, and as they remained there joined together as one for several 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 blond haired boy remained there on the bed, looking back at the old Duke as cum oozed out of his stretched anal gap. He had just been used, taken like a toy by this man, and yet Cameron did not feel angry or ashamed. How could the boy be angry at Lord Remington, the only one he had left in this world ?

And so they lay together on the bed, raw and panting from their rather vigorous exertions. While the older Lord slept soundly, glowing in his berth orgasmic euphoria, Cameron could not come up a way to shut his center, to stop the cerebration from racing in his mind. Was doing this right field ? Letting the old Duke have his way with him like that ? He loved the old Almighty now, of course, but did Lord Remington care for him the Lapp way too ? Or was he just the man's plaything ?

Cameron eventually managed to stem the changeless flowing of thought in his mind, finding that seeing Lord Remington so happy was worth it, and what they did wasn't so bad. And so, Cameron finally allowed himself to close down his eyes and drift off to sleep on the plush mattress bed while the baby buggy continued traveling through the night .