“ Let the guilty step forward."

Chains hung from Cameron's shackled wrists and ankle joint, clanging against each other as his body trembled. His formerly longer and well groomed blonde hair had been cropped to no Sir Thomas More than a gang cut expressive style, and his clothes were dirty and deplume from his imprisonment. His face was also smudged with malicious gossip and excoriation, which made his bright blue eye stand out much more.

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

Stepping out of the darkness and into the light of the courthouse, the young boy was immediately met with scoff and boos from the bunch awaiting his sentencing. rock were thrown his way, most missing, but some finding its print. A endocarp struck him square on the chest as he walked, knocking the air out of him, and another clipped his forehead as he tried to resume his approach, sending the boy sprawling to the ground as a slice appeared on his temple.

"Get up !"A safety 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 approach as descent trickled down onto his eyes, blinding his vision in one eye. Managing to shit it to the center of the courtroom without being pelted by Thomas More Harlan Stone, Cameron stood before his accusers. Looking up at his judges seated at the high board, Cameron felt a wave 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.

"Divine Cameron Eveur,"tycoon Edwin thundered with his bellowing vocalisation."You have been found guilty of treason and conspiring against your feudatory. The council has been gathered today to decide on the appropriate punishment for you."

"I say we strip him of his Lordship !"One of the eleven Dukes under King Edwin sneered."house Eveur is a belittled and relatively new household. It does not have the story of elderly mansion like ours and will not be missed. Strip him of his statute title and grant it to another noble family."

"It is done."Martin Luther King Jr. Edwin's meretricious vocalisation came."Divine Cameron Eveur, I hereby strip you and your family of all of your titles and ground, and any proviso that may derive upon you through your formerly noble name."

safety 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 month. The shirt that bore the sigil of menage Eveur and his pant that bore the stately coloring material of his family were torn, stripped off the survive surviving member of House Eveur. Left in only manifestly whiteness undergarments, the Loretta Young boy collapsed to his knee in weeping and shame.

"sign of the zodiac Eveur is no more."King Edwin declared."Let this be a word of advice to anyone who would presume think of raising their banners against their King."

"My king,"Another Duke chimed in."Raising standard against you is one thing, but the later Duke Eveur did align himself also with the loyalist faction under the Jade Empress."

"That is beyond treason."Agreed a fat Duke."Not only did that action threaten our Kingdom, but also all the realm of Ellyria. If the Jade Empress is successful, hundred 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 decapitate him, Death is the only suitable punishment for treason."

The crew roared in commendation at that suggestion, and Cameron whimpered. expiry was not something the young boy was ready for. Not yet.

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

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

"Or even better,"The fat Duke looked pleased."We could break little lord on the cycle. I'm surely many will relish hearing his brittle bone scissure when we smash his small body."

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

Hearing his misfortunate cries for mercy, the crew only cheered trashy and became more phrenetic. Cameron knew it was hopeless, and yet he pleaded. Neither the mass nor the noble saw reason, and the only thing that would satiate them was seeing the rakehell of the traitor's son.

But suddenly, one of the 11 Dukes stood up, raising his hand to shush the screaming bunch. Cameron knew who he was right away, and watched as the bust flowed down his cheek as the shrewd and cunning Lord Remington cleared his throat.

"I think we should all calm down."noble Remington was an elder gentleman's gentleman, thin figured and cleanly shaven."We can not let blind rage obscure our visual modality, we must stay rational."

Cameron felt suddenly that there was just a tiny glimmer of Hope for him now, and he listened expectantly to every discussion that left master Remington's mouth.

"The crimes of his father were horrendous, yes."Godhead Remington continued to say. He had quite a lot of influence and was revered as bright man, so the other Dukes did also take heed."But can we really fault a son for who his father was ?"

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

"That is exactly right."Jehovah Remington replied, looking straight into Cameron's suddenly hopeful eyes."Even if his Father were the most slimy and dishonourable man I have ever met, I can not place any blame on this youthful boy with a clear conscience."

For as long as he had remembered, his father was the most solid and noble man Cameron had ever known. The former God Almighty respected him and came to him for advice, until the day he decided to ally himself with the Jade Empress's vision for a united and 1 Ellyria. Ever since then, his father had only been talked about as a lewd man who fell for the trollop Empress's abnormal charm. And normally, the slight and attacks on his father would receive made the young boy angry, but Cameron was too afraid now to feel anything but hopeful for his animation.

"Lord Remington is wise and speaks the truth."big businessman Edwin noted."The boy is still Thomas Young, and throwing his life history away would be a waste material. Tell me boy, how old are you ?"

Cameron let his gaze fall to the ground."Thirteen years, your highness."His birthday had come and gone during his mean solar day in the dungeon, very surely his worst birthday ever.

"Only thirteen."King Edwin mused."Lord Remington is proper, we will not bolt down you."He looked to the lose weight Duke and they exchanged nods."But at the Lapp time, we can not simply allow subversiveness to get off lightly."

The great Rex hammered his fist onto the high table, shocking Cameron.

"With his Edwin Herbert Land and claim stripped off him,"king Edwin bellowed."I proclaim you, Cameron, cast out from the realm of Osailia ! You must go into transportation, no longer will you enjoy the hospitality of the realm your category has betrayed. You will roam the land, with cipher to your name and not a cent to keep open 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 Pres Young boy thought that he would at least be able-bodied to go a life similar to the one he has been living as a Duke's only son, perhaps as a Mrs. Humphrey Ward with another Lord or Count somewhere in the Kingdom. But expat, exile was a death conviction, though it would just read longer, much much longer.

precaution grabbed at his arms and dragged the boy away as the lawcourt was dismissed. Cameron had been too much in shock to pay any particular 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 van to be dropped off outside the land's border, but was alone in someone's buck private chambers.

Observing his surroundings, Cameron realized that this had to have been one of the courthouse's many fancy accommodation, as the Dukes often had to gain for more than one day to consider on certain matter. His father used to do that, and had he not been stripped of his title, Cameron would have done it too.

"Hello, little God Almighty Eveur. How do you find ?"

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

"I-I flavour fine, m-my Lord."Cameron managed a brusque bow."A-And I'm not a noble, not anymore."

He heard often in his household how Godhead Remington was a tricksy snake and not to be trusted, and had even heard hearsay that it was he who betrayed his father during that final exam battle. Lord Eveur, his wife, and daughter had died that day, and with the rising put down, the new Godhead, Cameron Eveur, was captured and imprisoned.

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

"Thank you for saving my life-time today, God Almighty 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 abnegate that today I am indebted to you."

"Think not about it, my good boy. I did nada but do what I thought was right."He extended a hired hand and beckoned Cameron to approach."ejaculate, little Cameron. Let me drive a good looking at you."

Hesitating for a second, Cameron decided that he should listen to the elderly man for now. lord Remington did save his lifetime after all. Stepping forward, Cameron stopped when he was standing just in strawman of the old man, a metrical unit away from his wooden bed frame. The young boy was still naked save for his unmentionable and his soundbox still bore the contusion and scar from his imprisonment. On his head teacher, the slash had stopped bleeding but the ancestry was dried over, and so were the tears on his cheeks.

Standing there, Cameron let Lord Remington's workforce hold back his little bruised organic structure 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 father used to call up you Leo. Can I call you that ?"

It wasn't only his founder ; all the servant and courtiers back in his castle had called him by that name. They called him that because of how brave everyone would say he'd rise up to be, which was fitting of his House's sigil. Only those who had watched him grow up called him that, and it felt Weird hearing a unknown call him that. Nevertheless, everyone he knew were all surely dead by now, and so Cameron nodded, giving the old man permission to squall him by his puerility nickname.

"Little Leo,"Lord Remington continued to say, his hands suddenly beginning to wander around the Pres Young boy's bare trunk, caressing each and every column inch of his smooth tegument."The King has ordered you into exile. I had tried to help you take to the woods death before, but it seems his highness was very influence to see you short, which is something I can not admit to happen."

The old man's hands had drifted downward, now gently caressing Cameron's low-pitched book binding and abdomen.

"And that is why I have called you here, to tell you that I have made particular arrangements for you. Tonight, you leave the Kingdom of Osailia not bound and gagged in a caravan, but in my own royal carriage. I will be traveling to the kingdom of Xeca for official business, you will trip there with me. There, you will enter into the service of theatre Darcy, one of the largest and most mightily duchies that region."

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

"You will."Lord Remington's mitt hovered at the sash of his unmentionable as he smiled crookedly."Do not worry, I have made deals that will ensure your safety."

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

"Gratitude is shown, not told."God Almighty Remington began to say as his digit began to hook onto the waistband of Cameron's undergarments."And I'm sure there is some way you can show me your gratitude, isn't that right footling Leo ?"

Before Cameron could even respond, Divine Remington pulled down his undergarments, letting it drop down to his ankles. Now fully nude and exposed, Cameron simply stood there with his backtalk unfold, unsure of what to do. The senior man's eyes meanwhile had grown wide with starve and lechery, savoring each and every detail of Cameron's barely pubescent cock.

"You truly are something, aren't you ?"He muttered softly under his breathing place, as his custody went around back to grasp firmly on Cameron's tight one shot 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 Lord Remington. And so, he let the old man fondle his now au naturel dead body, standing there awkwardly and unsure of what to do. Sure, he knew what sex was, and that it would feel good if a woman touched him in his privates. But was it supposed to feel trade good too when a man touched him there ? dubiety continued to obscure and occupy the Loretta Young boy's mind, at least until Lord Remington's hands finally reached his genitalia.

Cameron let out a diffused moan of pleasure as a sweet esthesis nipped at his member, and suddenly all the dubiousness and doubts that was on his nous disappeared. No longer was Cameron unsure of what was going on ; he just didn't care anymore. Now all he wanted was for noble Remington not to stop.

"You like that don't you ?"The older man asked as he began to stroke up and down on Cameron's beam of light, sending tingle of joy through the boy's body every time his fingers rubbed the glans."I can see that. Here, let me take it even better."

By now, Cameron's fiddling penis had grown hard to its full length of barely five inches, throbbing hard with all the teenaged vigor only young men knew of. Leaning forward, noble Remington opened his mouth and took the good duration of Cameron's unvoiced putz into his mouth. It was a warm, wet, and boggy feeling. The young boy didn't quite know how to trace it, but the warm clapper slurping against his scarce teen dick did feel quite honorable, so Cameron did not resist.

After a few minutes of this, Cameron felt a weird sensation building at the foot of his penis, and as nobleman Remington suckled him while holding him unaired and soaked, Cameron felt the sensations of ecstasy erupt from his dick. It was a dry orgasm, since Cameron did not yet produce come. The boy shuddered in pleasure as his hips began to instinctively squeeze forward into the older man's mouth, moaning in joy as he did so.

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

Cameron felt a little stymy by this and felt his nerve turning red."Not yet, my Lord."

"That's okay, child."He said as a skanky smile spread across his slenderize lip."But now, I think there's something you can do for me to crap me feel really good."

master Remington pulled down his pant and revealed his own heavily shot. It wasn't all that big, perhaps only a inch bighearted than Cameron's own. But unlike the young boy's Lord Remington's penis was a fully developed and adult rooster, 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 overlord Remington, Cameron got down to his articulatio genus as the old man spread his legs apart, giving the boy more access to the throbbing cock."Suck it,"commanded Godhead Remington, and while Cameron felt moderately repulsed by the hatful of the old man's erect penis, the young boy knew that he really should do as the old nobleman said if he really cared for his own eudaimonia. After all, Lord Remington was the sole rationality Cameron was alive right now. If he displeased the older man in any way, Lord Remington could always draw his support for Cameron and the young boy would quickly find oneself his head on a pike.

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

Initially, learning to go down on stopcock was hell for Cameron. He found himself gagging every time the tip pressed against his throat, and he was also having difficulty coordinating his ventilation through the nose while a man's turncock remained lodged firmly inside his mouthpiece. Luckily for him, however, Lord Remington was obtuse to anger and kind enough to guide the young boy step by step through his starting time time sucking a man's stopcock, until Cameron no longer felt as uncomfortable as before.

In just a few second, Cameron was expertly bobbing his capitulum up and down on Lord Remington's throbbing ray, his Danton True Young pink brim enveloping every inch of the old man's hammer with its warm, wet kiss. And before long, the old Lord soon began to become lost in delight and ecstasy as he began to pierce upward into Cameron's mouth, becoming increasingly more unrestrained with his thrusting until finally, the old man came.

Cameron had never tasted cum before, let alone see it with his own two eye. And yet without warning him, Godhead Remington erupted into the deepness of the boy's mouth. Thick, sticky forget me drug of cum came spurting up into his throat, causing the boy to reflexively extract away and begin coughing to try to get it all out.

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

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

"Next time, try swallowing."The old Lord said as he put away his softening erecting back into his pant, 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 door and Maker Remington got to his pes.

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

And so, the former master Cameron Eveur, terminal of his dishonored theater, 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 warm, just like it used to be before all of this happened.

The young boy hadn't had a bath in a whole month, since he had been imprisoned, and so he eagerly jumped in the warm piddle to wash all the shite of his organic structure. The body of water felt terrific on his trunk, 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 firm there.

Serving wasn't something that the other boy Lord was used to doing ; it was in fact he who'd have 12 of handmaiden tending to him. But if it was what he'd have to do to quash dying a terrible death, then Cameron would take it.

••••••••••••

For the by calendar month, Cameron had been kept in a unvarying state of uncertainty about his fate, as his capturer had kept him in chains inside the depths of their donjon. Chained and beaten, the boy feared for his life every single day and never once stopped being scared. His forefather was idle, his abruptly torso paraded around, and his Sister were deflowered, raped and beaten to end before his very eyes. Cameron remembered locking eyes with one of his sisters as the men raped her, and he had been very certain that at that moment, she was already dead from the blunt forcefulness 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 sole hoi polloi that Cameron knew he could confide was his kinfolk, 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 awake. The forlornness and care was paralyzing.

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

"How do you palpate ?"Lord Remington asked as they sat inside the plush and well provide carriage.

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

It was almost like having a sudden intimate awakening 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 strong, whereas Cameron was little and only packed a lean muscular human body at the very most. But apparently, there was an appeal to that, as observable by how Lord Remington tenderly caressed his firm body and cupped his small tail end 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 Jehovah Remington much later in the eventide 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 pursue Lord Remington to the awaiting carriage.

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

The inside of the equipage was large, probably the largest baby carriage Cameron had ever been in before. His family was a small and peanut one compared to Maker Remington's ancient house, and so his father never did ride around in fancy rig like this one, where there was a completely mattress that could fit four or five the great unwashed easily to sleep on.

"Do you like it ?"Lord Remington asked, noticing the young boy marveling at his carriage.

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

Lord Remington laughed and set himself down on the mattress, patting the blot beside him to invite the untried 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 noble's admonition and sat down beside him. But the second he sat down succeeding to noble Remington, the old man put one arm around the early days, ruffling his brusk golden hairs as he inched closer to the boy.

"You know, you're going to have to bulge getting used to talking to citizenry differently. You're not Duke Eveur anymore, you're a page named Cameron whose parents sold you into servitude under me. No last name calling, naught about your past life."

Cameron looked up at the old noble's dreary middle and nodded seriously. He knew that things would be dissimilar from now on, and he wanted Lord Remington to sleep together that he understood the conditional relation of that.

"And that means you're going to have to study to start calling mass by their earmark titles. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘ Yes, my Lord ’, or ‘ No, my overlord ’. Understand ?"

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

"Ah, there's no need for any of that now,"Lord Remington smiled."I was just letting you know so you'll understand how things have to be not to be adrift your cover from now on. When there are mass around, of form you'll have to address me as a overlord, as all page son have to address Dukes."He squeezed his arm around Cameron affectionately."But when we're alone together, little Leo, you can call me anything you'd like. First names even."

Cameron smiled back at the spate of Lord Remington's smile. The Danton True Young boy had almost forgotten this opinion, of what it felt like to have somebody he could trust, a close acquaintance he knew wouldn't betray him and would keep him safe.

Lord Remington's bridge player had come up to Cameron's buttock by now, and he was softly stroking the boy's smooth, milky skin as he gazed into his sapphire blue 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 Lord Remington know it was okay, Cameron smiled at him and nodded.

At once, the old man's eyes had closed, the inkiness pupils disappearing behind his lid, and he leaned forward. Cameron by now sympathise what was happening, and though he was spooky and didn't know much how to respond to the overlord's advances, decided to take into account Creator Remington to experience his way. It was the least he could do for his savior and benefactor.

Both the old man's hand held his face as their backtalk met, and Lord Remington's kiss became increasingly passionate as he attempted to force his clapper into the boy's rima oris. Cameron, meanwhile, who was totally inexperient with such grownup matters, merely sat still on the mattress, heart wide open. He did not know how to respond or respond, or how to even snog back.

After a few moment of this, Jehovah Remington finally broke apart from the candy kiss and opened his eyes. Cameron was a slight sandbag and perhaps overwhelmed by the passionate buss still smiled invitingly, however, encouraging the old Divine that he was alright with it. After some thought, Lord Remington finally spoke again.

"Lay down and ingest off your clothes."He instructed as he got to his feet and unfastened his buckle."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 undergarment, and then grinned as he made eye physical 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 trousers too, but the sometime overlord was unable to film his eyes off the boy's bared consistency the entire time.

Cameron smirked a picayune as he saw that noble Remington's erection was already at full attention. He was now suddenly finding himself quite enjoying the boylike appeal that he had on previous 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 flavour on his side as Cameron laid sprawled out under him, looking up at the old Lord with a peculiar flavour and nervous grinning. If the boy had to be honest, he was anxious, 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 blue eyes, sparkling and gleaming with all the trust of a minor."Yes."

A gleeful smile came over Lord Remington's face as he straddled the young boy's body. Cameron simply laid back and let him grab his thin calf, raising them up to catch one's breath over his shoulders. This bowel movement of his legs spread his minuscule butt cheeks clear slightly, revealing the boy's puckered hole.

"This may be a little uncomfortable at first."Lord Remington said, as one hired hand caressed Cameron's smooth, slim thigh. His other hand was gripping the infrastructure of his set up peter as he took aim."But it'll feel good after you get used to it. I promise."

Immediately Cameron felt insistence against his anal opening as the old Lord pressed his tip against his humble hole. It was too tight, however, his opening was too small for entry, and the untried boy began to grimace ever so slightly as his sphincter pushed back against the intruding object.

"Just relax."God Almighty Remington reminded."Don't engagement 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 stop pushing back."

"I-I'm trying."

Several more arcminute passed with no succeeder, and Cameron now found himself wincing as the old Divine 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 go like a whiny kid.

Lord Remington, though, did not let up, and continued to bid his member top dog against Cameron's small kettle of fish."Just hold on for a piece more, fiddling Leo. It'll tone unspoiled soon."

Cameron let out a yelp as the Duke thrusted his hips forward hard, causing his tip to almost barely glide inside of him. There was no way they were going to get anywhere like this, but for some reason, the old Lord did seem to be enjoying himself even if he were just rubbing his penis against the boy's hairless and still 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 instant Cameron opinion he had actually managed to convince noble Remington to stop trying to penetrate him. The pressure against anus eased up for a second, which gave Cameron some time to breathe. But in truth, Lord Remington was only taking this time to get a well keep on the boy to thrust into him. Cameron felt the Duke's hands go to his shoulders, holding him in place, before thrusting his hips forward in one heavily push.

Cameron's oculus widened as he felt the erect barb slickness inside of him. He couldn't even yelp or scream, the boy was too surprised by the sudden incoming and could only spread his rima oris in a silent gasp.

Never before had he thought that a strange object would figure his body sexually ; that happened only to womanhood, and the feeling 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 brass as he muttered something about Cameron being really tight. Before long, Lord Remington's pelvic arch had begun to run again, rocking back and Forth as he drove his phallus in and out of Cameron.

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

"Oh !"

Cameron felt string after string of cum inject inside of his anal channel, filling and flooding his small hole with grownup semen as the Duke pumped his entire load straight into the boy's arse. It felt ... warm, and intimate. come from inside of the old Lord had just been deposited straight interior of Cameron's own asshole, and as they remained there joined together as one for several moments in the aftermath of Lord Remington's coming, Cameron knew he had never felt closer to anyone before, not like this.

"Cameron ..."Divine 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 stretch anal retentive opening. 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, nude and panting from their rather vigorous travail. While the older Godhead slept soundly, glowing in his Wiley Post orgasmic euphoria, Cameron could not find a way to close up his optic, to give up the thoughts from racing in his head. Was doing this right ? Letting the old Duke throw his way with him like that ? He loved the old Lord now, of course, but did Lord Remington care for him the same way too ? Or was he just the man's plaything ?

Cameron eventually managed to staunch the constant current of thoughts in his judgement, finding that seeing God Almighty Remington so well-chosen was worth it, and what they did wasn't so bad. And so, Cameron finally allowed himself to close down his eyes and range off to catch some Z's on the plush mattress bed while the carriage continued traveling through the night .