After Bosworth Field Chapter 4
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(gay/adult youth) (gay/historical)
After Bosworth Field
Chapter 4
Cast: The Seabrook brothers: Aldwin (10), Barden (12) and identical twins Manley and Maven (15).
Mitchell Seabrook (fka Highmoon) (22), a young officer in the forces of John de la Pole, 1st Earl of Lincoln, who was loyal to King Richard III.
Hugh Barclay (12), a squire in the forces of Henry Percy, 4th Earl of Northumberland, who was loyal to King Richard III
John Barclay (9), a squire in the forces of Henry Percy, 4th Earl of Northumberland, who was loyal to King Richard III
Mr. and Mrs. Clitherow: Neighbours of the Seabrook brothers.
Previously:
Mitchell is still in convalescence, but he is improving well. One week after the initiation, into queerdom, of Aldwin and Barden, when Manley and Maven, respectively, made love to their younger brothers, Aldwin and Barden have found, in the family’s barn, a highly distressed and malnourished boy, who is the same age as Barden. He is taken up to the house and into Mitchell’s room. He is lovingly questioned about who he is and how he has come to be in such a state. It turns out that the boy may be a distant cousin of the four Seabrook boys. He is fed, and welcomed into the family as such a distant cousin. He is offered a space in Mitchell’s bed, the only double bed in the house.
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From Chapter 3:
Hugh replied, “Of course, Mitchell, as I have said, my body is yours to do with as you wish.”
Mitchell’s heart and mind raced, but he said, “We’ll talk about that later. For now, Barden will help you undress down to your underwear, and then you can slip in here beside me. Two patients together, eh.”
Barden did so help Hugh and this newly found cousin then slipped in beside Mitchell. After a good helping of broth and bread had been enjoyed by all, the boys left their two patients together and went to their beds.
Little did Mitchell know that Hugh had been Lord Pembridge’s bum boy, for the previous two years. This 22-year-old, former knight, would be pleasantly surprised, the next morning.
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Scene: Mitchell’s bedroom, one week and one day after the initiation, into queerdom, of Aldwin and Barden. Hugh and Mitchell are asleep, on their sides, facing each other. They are snuggling close up, with man and boy both having one of their arms lying across the side and back of the other.
The crow has just made his morning call and this has woken Hugh. He remembers the kindness shown to him the night before and is feeling the comfort he is experiencing through sharing a bed with Mitchell.
Hugh thinks to himself, “What has happened to me. I was nearly dead and now these strangers are being kind to me. It appears I may even be one of their distant cousins. I am unworthy of this honour and these kindnesses, I failed in my duties, God didn’t want me, so what can I do to repay this man and these boys? I know what, I will serve them just as I served my Lord Pembridge, I will become their boy-whore. I will start by sucking this gorgeous man’s morning wood.”
Hugh slowly withdrew his arm from Michell’s torso and scooted himself down to bring his mouth beside his man’s cock. He carefully and gently lifted Mitchell’s rigidity through the gap in his underwear. Mitchell still appeared to be sleeping, as Hugh took this lovely man’s beautiful private treasure into his hand. Hugh rubbed the phallus up and down a few times and then kissed and licked the piss-slit and even stuck the very tip of his tongue into the dilating urethra. He then licked the glans and then up and down the shaft many times before taking the cock into his mouth. As experienced as he was, he deep throated the delicious intruder, after only a couple of bobs of his head.
Mitchell was, by now, quite awake to what was happening, and couldn't help but keep his eyes closed and just enjoy the boy’s clearly experienced work. After about ten minutes of such skilled oral intercourse, Mitchell fed the young boy with 5 globs of cum, straight down Hugh’s throat. Hugh swallowed all of it, except a few drops, which he licked off his lips and then wriggled back up the bed to lay back beside Mitchell.
Mitchell waited a strategic couple of minutes, until he was sure that Hugh was comfortably returned to his former position on the bed. He then whispered, “You didn’t have to do that, Hugh, but I did enjoy it. It is clear you have some experience.”
Hugh jumped a little at the dulcet bass tones of his ‘master’, and responded, “I do Mitchell, I’m your boy now, you may do anything you want with me, and I will do anything you ask me to.”
Mitchell was now sobbing a little, “Hugh, I know that yesterday you were still quite bewildered, befuddled and bemused, when we had our little chat. I accept that this may be hard for you to understand but, you are now a family member, even more so than me. I am only an honorary cousin, you are a true blood, even if you are maybe a 5th or 6th, cousin. In a family, one member does not own another. It will be nice to share this bed with you for a few nights and, I think, we will both enjoy the cuddling but eventually we will try to obtain a separate bed for you: in the meantime, I am sure that you and Barden, who is of the same age as you, will probably become very close pals, while you are sharing a bed. All five of us are queers and, going by your history, plus this morning’s performance, you are also that way inclined. Know though that all the queer sex we do is done totally voluntarily, and with love for each other.”
Hugh snuggled into Mitchell, and began to sob somewhat. In between the sobbing, and catching of his breath, Hugh recounted his recent life.
“As you know, I was sent to be a squire, to Lord Pembridge, the day after my 9th birthday. My father was one of Lord Pembridge’s knights and had to accept that whatever happened to me was beyond his control, from that day forward. I would have expected to become a knight, like my father, once I was a man. Little did I know that the next 3½ years were going to be a hell on earth. Within a couple of days of moving to Lord Pembridge’s castle, I became one of his bum boys.”
“Did Lord Pembridge love you, or did he just use you?”
“He claimed that he did, but he never kissed me in those 3½ years and he nearly always mounted me in the doggy position; occasionally, when he got tired, he would lie us down in the sideways position, but he never looked straight at me, in the face, when he was fucking me. He also didn’t care how much I hurt, he was quite big, about 9” long and 2” around. I never got used to that giant cock of his, I, more often than not, screamed and cried every time he used me, and that just seemed to make him enjoy the buggering, of my poor young little arse, more. I often had to wear extra linen under my arse on the first night or two after each session because I was bleeding from my butthole.”
Hugh had to stop here, to take some deep breaths, during which time his sobbing became more like bawling.
Mitchell then just lifted Hugh onto his lap and encouraged his badly damaged young cousin to lay his head on his left shoulder. “Let it all out, darling, I love boys, I don’t use and abuse them. If I’d known I would have tried to do something, lowly knight as I was. When you’re able, please continue.”
“On the first occasion, Lord Pembridge literally battered and raped me. I had been told by the senior squire, a 16 year old boy named Ralph, to report to Lord Pembridge’s quarters. The guard let me in, in retrospect I now understand his words, as he opened the door, which were, “Bear up son, all the squires go through it, I wish you well and that he won’t hurt you too much.” I went into the room and Lord Pembridge was already sitting on the bed in his underwear, which I found a little strange, but I was a new squire; it was not my place to question the actions and behaviour of my Lord. He told me to step over to him.
As soon as I was within reach of his arm, he grabbed me and put me over his knee. He started by giving me 12 hard slaps, with his hand, on my bum, to which I said, even though I was now weeping, ‘What have I done wrong’ and he replied ‘You;ve done nothing wrong, this is just my way of teaching you, your place, here at this castle.’ He then literally ripped all my top clothes off me and whipped my back about 12 times. By now I was crying profusely. He then turned me over and pinched and pulled my nipples extremely hard and dug his finger very hard into my belly button; the belly button torture was very painful. By now I was bawling.
He then turned me over again and literally ripped all my lower clothes off. I was now naked as the day I was born. He told me to stand up and display for him; by that he meant, as I was told, for me to put my hands behind my head and turn around showing myself to him. When I had my back to him, I was told to grab my bum mounds, and pull them apart, so he could see what he called my rosebud. I was now very embarrassed and crying my eyes out. When I asked him why he was doing this, he just said, ‘It’s the fun way to do it, the first time.”
He then pulled me back over his knee, face up, and enclosed my cock and balls in some kind of leather thong, I later learnt this was called a cage and I had to wear it every time he fucked me. After caging me he gave me twelve beltings with his belt. Finally he threw me on the bed, and caned my ass twelve times also. After that he lifted my bum, so it was up in the air: I was on the bed in a position like a dog; I later learnt this was called the doggy or submissive position.
He then wet his woody with some spit, put a little bit of spit on my butthole, and fucked me until he came up my arse. When he first pushed, my arse pushed back; he then gave me a few more slaps on my buttocks and said, ‘Relax, resist and it will hurt even more. As his rigidity passed my first ring, I screamed, ‘Stop, it hurts’, to which he responded, ‘I don’t care, the more you scream, the happier I am’. He then pushed through my second ring and I was simply caterwauling, “No, I’m only a little boy, you’re a bad man, leave me alone.’ He just laughed at these words. He finally bottomed out and I could feel his pubes against my soft, young, little bubble butt. He then started to fuck me for real and I think he went in and out about fifty times before cumming. I couldn’t even touch myself, to relieve some of the pain from the unwanted, but inevitable, sexual tension build-up, in my body, because of the cage. He even saw me try to do that once and he said, “Whore boy, you can relieve yourself later, for now keep your hands at your side, or I’ll have to belt you more, and tie your hands up.
After he had finished, he told me that my boy-pussy, my boy-cunt, now belonged to him, and that I would be expected to attend his bedchamber, at least once a week. After that he took my cage off and told me to wank myself, standing in front of him, until I had a dry orgasm. While I was wanking he leant forward and pinched my nipples hard, squeezed my scrotum hard, and again inserted his finger into my belly button, quite viciously. Once I had cum he told me to collect new clothes from the matron, but that I must walk there with my hands beside my side all the way. To do that I had to walk, to the inner bailey, naked, with my bare bum, and back, showing the welts, and my starfish dripping a mixture of cum, blood, and arse juices. I was very embarrassed; all the people I passed knew that I had just been violently raped, and initiated into queerdom. I felt like a good-for-nothing vagrant. I later learnt, by conversation, with the other squires. that they had all experienced the same, and that all squires had to service Lord Pembridge, at least one night a week, sometimes even two boys, would be called, at the same time . The weekly sessions were, though, just simple doggy position fucks, with some occasional beltings; I never got used to those sessions, but what could I do, I was just the most lowly servile squire; I just had to simply obey. All the squires regularly comforted each other after these sessions.”
By now, Mitchell and Hugh were just blubbering into each other’s arms, one human wreck, who was deeply hugging an extremely angry man, who was trying his best to comfort Hugh. It was now breakfast time, and Manley and Maven entered the bedroom of their two invalids, thinking that they would find a man and boy asleep and hugging each other. Much to their shock they saw two very distraught individuals. Maven please go and call Aldwin, and Barden, to my room, immediately. We need to have a family conference.”
“Yes, cousin.’
“Manley, please come and sit close to me just in front, I want to be able to reach you all. We will just wait until Maven Barden, and Aldwin arrive.”
Moments later the other three cousins arrived.
“All of you, please come up on the bed and get as close to me as you can. Barden please squeeze in here between Hugh and me and gently hug Hugh, just like you did yesterday. I am not going to ask Hugh to repeat, to you, what he has just told me over the last half hour but sufficient to say, firstly, it is a story of real events that should never have happened to a boy of Hugh’s age, at the time they did, and also never should happen to anybody, and I don’t want your young minds to be burdened with the images that Hugh and I now have for the rest of our lives. Hugh’s, of course, being much more lurid, as he endured the pain, whereas I can only imagine ir, and, secondly, Hugh has been hurt enough, even by his own choice to tell me what happened when he was 9, and I don’t want him to have to say it all again. All I can hope is that by the love and care, which all of us show him, he may be able to move on and have a happy youth and grow up to be an effective and useful adult.
To briefly reply to your story, Hugh, please do know that all of us are queer and I enjoy having sexual relations with boys between 10 and 16 but I have a very different philosophy to Lord Pembridge. I am a true lover of boys, not a user and abuser. I always face the boy that I am making love to; please note that I don’t use the f word. I make love to boys because I love them, I never simply fuck them. Just as I have taught these cousins of mine, I engage in a long period of foreplay before proceeding to any form of penetrative intercourse, be it in the mouth or up the arse. I also respect the words, No, Stop, and other similar words. If a boy says No or Stop, I pull out immediately and comfort and cuddle him as best as I am able. It may be that the boy then asks to have another go, but he is always the person who is in control, never me.
I also want to tell you, Aldwin, Barden, Maven, Manley, that this long unknown cousin of yours has no need for any initiation to queerdom. He could, if he were to choose to, teach you many things that even I don’t know. I hope that, if Hugh wishes to continue to participate in queer sex, in this house, we will ensure that any such action is one where love is being shown and shared, not any just simple use of his body, which is abuse, not love. The final thing I want to say about this matter is that I am glad Lord Pembridge died in the battle. If he were still alive, I would make it my life quest, if necessary, to hunt him down and kill him. I do though want to ask one final question, Hugh, please. Do you know the names, and ages, of any of the other squires, who are still under 21, whom you mentioned to me, and whether they survived the battle?”
Hugh firmly held onto Barden’s right hand with his left and haltingly said that he had heard that a couple of the older boys had been killed during the battle, but they were 19 and 20 years-of-age, respectively. He also explained that Lord Pembridge was not one of the very rich Lords and had therefore only been able to take on one new squire, each year.
“Whilst I do not know where all the boys are I certainly remember the names and ages of all the other boys. I hope they are all still alive, because some of them stayed behind at Lord Pembridge’s castle, and I fear that Henry’s mercenaries may have sacked that castle and killed anyone they found there, but these are the boys’ names and their ages: -
Dudley Daw (9),
Lyndon Diccon (10),
Osbert Yves (11),
Egbert Colley (13),
Winton Ferant (14),
Edvin Wimark (15),
Kendall Tancock (16),
Presley Batkin (17),
Ralph Raoulin (18)
The three younger ones were left back at the castle, but all the squires older than me were somewhere around the battle. Lord Pembridge’s castle is about 75 miles north of here, near Sheffield.”
“Hugh, once I am well, which will not be long now, I am going to put much effort into finding your friends. I pray Our Lord will have protected all these lads and I will find them somewhere.
Maven then spoke up and said, “Well, at least, I have some good news. I went to see the Clitherows, after milking, and the boy is John.”
Hugh lent forward and kissed Maven with a true smooch on the lips, and whilst sobbing, again, said, “Thank you, Maven, now my world is right again.”
Maven then explained that Mrs. Clitherow would have liked to keep him, but now that she knows he and Hugh are brothers, and cousins to the Seabrook boys, she will bring him over later today.
“She did say, though, that as there would now be six of us, I didn’t mention you, Mitchell, just in case, she has offered to come over once a week and help us with some of the housework and I accepted her offer.”
“That was a wise decision, Maven, I am sure that Mrs. Clitherow will be a great help to us all, especially if this home is soon to be housing up to nine other boys, if I am successful in my quest.”
At about 2.00 p.m. that afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Clitherow arrived carrying John on a makeshift stretcher; they left soon after. Once the Clitherows had left, there was a very teary reunion between Hugh and John but as John was still very weak, he was carried immediately to Aldwin’s bed. Hugh was still very weak and needed to stay with Mitchell, but Aldwin was asked, by his older brothers, to focus, totally, on helping John to heal. They assured him that they would cover his chores. John felt that he needed to tell someone, in more depth, about what had happened, to him, three weeks earlier. He had not yet fully absorbed the fact that the Seabrooks were his cousins and that he and Hugh would now be living in this house, so he opened up to a degree that he might not have otherwise done, if he had known that Aldwin was to be his housemate, for the rest of his childhood and youth.
“I was hanging around the nigh on deserted camp of Lord Oxenbury. There was just me and some other squires, Esmond Cooke (11), Ælfric Hambletone (13), Tatum Airaldii (15), and Becket Kinsleye (17). Some of King Henry’s mercenaries came across and each of us was taken away by a different group, there were about 5 or 6 men in each group. The groups were not far away from each other and though I didn’t see what happened, I heard the screams of each of my friends; I don’t like to even imagine what might have happened to the older boys, who might have even put up a bit of a fight, because what happened to me was bad enough, The first thing that happened was all my clothes were cut and ripped off me and then I was held out above the ground, by four of the guys, one holding each arm or leg; the other two then took turns in whipping me until I was black and blue on the back, bum and legs. They were laughing all the time. Each of them then buggered me. By the time all 6 had cum up my arse, whilst all the time calling me some very horrible names, which I don’t even want to remember, please, I was bleeding very badly from back there.
I was just ready to die. I even prayed, ‘Dear God, this is your child, John, here. Please let me die, I am hurting so much. Amen’ I then passed out and the next thing I remember is waking up in the bed at Mrs. Clitherow’s house. Now, though, I have found Hugh again and I am as happy as I can be.”
By now both boys were crying quite uncontrollably and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Neither woke up until the next morning, and all they then did was just simply continue to lay in the bed and cuddle each other. Manley and Maven brought them breakfast and left them together, but not before Aldwin whispered to Manley, “John’s story is just as bad as Hugh’s and he gave me the names of three other boys. Please tell Mitchell to talk to me when I can get up again. For now, I just have to stay with John.” Manley smiled, gave a nod of his head, and followed Maven.
Later in the day, John woke up and kissed Aldwin. He then said, “I just wanted to thank you for being so nice to me, and wake you up.” “There is no need to ever apologise for kissing in this house, John, we are all gay but, unlike those 6 horrible mercenaries, we will never, ever force you to do anything, sex-wise. Your brother Hugh has already been given Cousin Mitchell’s little talk and I think it would be a good idea, once you are feeling better, to have a good chat, with your brother.
That chat between Hugh and John did happen, and within weeks the two pairs of young’uns are sleeping together - Aldwin and John, Barden and Hugh.
To be continued
I hope you enjoyed my submission to Nifty. Thank you for reading it, suggestions for the next stages would be welcome. My thoughts are quite a lot of boy-boy sex and boy-man sex. Eventually, all the boys take wives, but they continue to enjoy fun with Mitchell. They also then have fun with their own offspring. Extended family becomes significant landholders in the Sutton Cheney area, and they take the Roundheads side in the Civil Wars of the 17th century.
As requested, I'd love to hear from you at MTHpsnym@gmail.com with any comments, support, or constructive criticism. Thank you for your time, I appreciate it.
Remember to please keep the fantasies here on the pages of Nifty. What I am asking is to read about him, dream about him, fantasise about him, look at him, but don't put hands on him, if he is underage.
Finally, I don’t want to be nasty, but while I hope you have been helped to get your rocks off, I also sincerely hope that, if you are truly and honestly on the same wavelength as me (see below), then you will have been, when you were reading some passages, and will, when reading many passages in future chapters, be crying. I certainly have been, so crying and weeping, at times, when I have been writing them. I have tried to reflect some of the realities of history, but I also regret that such disgusting, horrific and horrible occurrences did, and still often do, occur, especially during times of war, when lawlessness is often rampant.
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My mantra about man-boy and boy-boy love
Boys, and male youth, are tender little cherubs, to be fondled,
stroked, caressed, kissed, cuddled, loved and adored,
and made love to, but only if they are truly willing.
They are not there to just be simply fucked (in either end or both),
corporally punished, raped, abused, kidnapped, physically damaged
or, even, sometimes, killed!!!!!
UNDER-AGE CORPORAL PUNISHMENT, RAPE, SEXUAL VIOLENCE, ABDUCTION, KIDNAPPING AND INVOLUNTARY BDSM ARE NEVER ACCEPTABLE, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic
(Alphonse de Lamartine 1790–1869 - French author, poet, and statesman).