After Bosworth Field

After Bosworth Field Chapter 7

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After Bosworth Field

Chapter 7

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.
Everard Prendergast (14), a squire in the forces of John de la Pole, 1st Earl of Lincoln, who was loyal to King Richard III.
Roger Lake (11), a kitchen boy in the forces of John de la Pole, 1st Earl of Lincoln, who was loyal to King Richard III.
Quentin Brook (12), a kitchen boy 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
Pembridge Squires: Dudley Daw (9), Lyndon Diccon (10), Osbert Yves (11), Egbert Colley (13), Winton Ferant (14), Edvin Wimark (15), Kendall Tancock (16), Presley Batkin (17), and Ralph Raoulin (18)
Oxenbury squires: Esmond Cooke (11), Ælfric Hambletone (13), Tatum Airaldii (15), and Becket Kinsleye (17)
Wymar squires: Hayden Underwoode (9), Colby Woottone (10), Heath Waye (11)
Farm Hands at Lees Priory: Tatton Brooke (14), Osborn Stidolphe (15), Kendall Beane (12), Landan Foxe (13), Tattan Hawarde (16), Cuthbert Kerrye (13), Winton Horne (12), and Eduart Baine (14)
Valet at Lees Priory: Leigh Ewart (13)
Kitchen Hands at Lees Priory: Hedley Harrelle (11), Edgar Goodmane (10), Esmond Farnhame (11) and Nixon Bone (10)
Altar Boys at Lees Priory: Aston Cooke (13), Leofsige Irvine (13), Harlan Maxwells (14) and Sanford Grovese (14)
Assistant to the Chamberlains at Lees Priory: Ainsley Ewart (16)

Previously:

Mitchell has found his former lover, Everard Prendergast: Everard (nka Ernest Seabrook [Mitchells' nephew}) has spoken just in time to save two kitchen boys, Roger and Quentin. Meanwhile, Mitchell has arrived at Bolsover Castle, where he is commended for the work he is doing. He is made Sir Mitchell Seabrook of Sutton Cheney, a knight in the service of Lord Cristall of Bolsover. He is told that the three young squires, friends of High Barclay, have been sent to the nearby Lees Priory. Mitchell is sent to the priory to recover the boys and investigate some nasty rumours, which have come to Lord Cristall's attention.

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From Chapter 6:

Mitchell left the next morning, having spent two nights at Bolsover. He, and his escort, arrived at Lees Priory in the late afternoon, where he was conducted, straight to the Prior's office, by one of the senior friars.

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Future: Mitchell did, very occasionally, find that he could not resist the allure of hearing and seeing, from a youth, the cries and tears of pain. He hated himself for it but, on those occasions, he would leave Sutton Cheney, for a few days, and go to one of the big towns nearby, like Derby or Nottingham. He would recover, from where he had hidden them, the toys he had taken from the niche at Bolsover, and go in search of a willing boy. He would tie them up, handcuff them and then whip them with the straps and whip. He would do this until they cried profusely. After he had done this, he would take the boy into his arms, hug him, kiss him, and pet him, until the boy stopped sobbing. He would apologise and say that though he hated doing it, it was an urge, which he found was impossible to resist, from time to time. He would then give the boy a few shillings and go on his way, but only so long as he found out that they had a good home in the town. If, on the other hand, he found out that they were orphans or runaways, he would take them back to the school. Over the years, about twenty boys were added, to the school's population, in this way.

Scene: The office of the prior at Lees Priory.

"Good evening, sir. I apologise for keeping you waiting. I was just leading the friars in Vespers. How may I help you?"

Mitchell presented his letter of introduction. Much to his surprise, the prior's response was to collapse into his chair.

"Kind sir, please, I am a little taken aback by what I read. I am quite old now, and I have little direct contact with any of my brother friars. The chamberlain is the friar who has the most day-to-day personal contact with the friars. I will instruct him to meet with you in the morning, after Prime."

"Thank you, father. For now, would you please ask your hosteller to show my escort, and myself, to some accommodation, for the night? Your ostler is already tending to our horses."

Scene: Mitchell's room at Lees Priory, just after Prime

"The prior instructed me to attend on you this morning. How may I help?"

"Yes, Master Sub-Prior. My Lord Cristall has been hearing some disturbing reports from his senior lieutenant. Even I, last night, found a young naked boy walking into my room, a short time after Compline. He said that he had been instructed to sleep with me, in order to help keep me warm. He was only about 9 or 10 years-of-age. I allowed him to stay, as I did not want to hurt his feelings, and he was a nice cuddle after a day in the saddle, but I was shocked. I love boys, but I don't expect them to be handed to me on a plate. What kind of priory is being run here? It certainly seems that prayer is well down your list of priorities!"

"Dear Sir, we have found that many of the boys are quite unruly; by involving them in queer sex, they become more pliant and co-operative: the alternative would be severe beatings; playing with their cocks, and fucking their arses, is more pleasant all round. That is why each friar has at least one boy, some two. We are just 16 friars, plus the prior, yet there are 24 boys, all under 17, here."

"Well I am sorry, master sub-prior, this all must stop. Lord Cristall takes a dim view of this kind of behaviour. Within the hour you will bring all 24 boys to the Refectory, dressed and packed for travel. As per the instructions from my Lord, I will be taking them all to my new school, at Sutton Cheney. I think that you, and your fellow friars, might have to find new ways to curb your lust. I will also be recommending to my Lord that he contacts the local Bishop, with a view to having you all defrocked. Also, have your ostler rustle up a few carts; I can't ask the boys to walk all the way to Sutton Cheney, can I? It's nearly 70 miles away, plus I have to report to Lord Cristall on the way, too. Get to it, man, or you'll feel the toe of my boot, up your arse!

Scene: The refectory at Lees Priory.

Just after sext, Sub-Prior Odibrand, followed by 24 confused-looking boys, entered the refectory.

"Boys, please sit down. Not you, Odibrand! Are the arrangements all in place?"

Sub-Prior Odibrand, replied, with a trembling voice, "YYYes, sir."

"Now, you and the friars, serve these boys their lunch."

"I understand that some of you friars may have developed quite some affection for the boy or boys you've been abusing. I will permit just one goodbye kiss, as you serve the boy his lunch."

"Dear hurt, young boys, I know that, for many of you, this place has become a home, but I also know that you have been cruelly abused by men who should have known better. Some of you may even feel love towards the friar or friars who have been abusing you, but what they have been doing is cruelly wrong, and against church law. My Lord Cristall is now in charge of the lands upon which this priory stands and he has instructed me to take you to my special boy's home and farm. There you will be schooled and grow up to be happy, young men and, eventually, adults. There are already half a dozen boys, at the farm, and I am sure you will all fit in very quickly."

The meals were served and some parting kisses were given, but Mitchell noted that not one boy returned their kiss. He knew that he would need to find out more about how these friars had been treating the boys in their charge. During the meal, Mitchell made a special point of speaking to Dudley, Lyndon and Osbert, who were all sitting together, "My lovely boys, you are who I came to find; I am so sad that you have endured more, here, of what that bastard, Pembridge, did to you. You were sent here for safety, and Lord Cristall will be crestfallen to know that he sent you into such a nest of vipers. You should know, though, that Hugh is safe, and he is the squire who told me about you. Hugh and his brother John are founding members, along with their distant cousins, Manley and Maven Seabrook, and me, of the Seabrook Brotherhood. You will learn more from Hugh but, for now, because you are former squires, and therefore know the privilege of secrecy, please also know that what you have endured at Bolsover and, moreover, here, has made you automatic members of the Seabrook Brotherhood. This is something that I will be telling each of these other boys, as they ride with me, one at a time, on our way to Sutton Cheney, your new home. You also will have the chance to tell me, one by one, what has been happening, for you, these last few weeks, here at Lees Priory."

Hayden Underwoode, ex-squire of Lord Wymar (9) and Friar Aylard (21)

As Friar Aylard served Hayden his lunch, he kissed the boy, but then burst into tears, dropped to the floor and started washing Hayden's feet with his tears. He broke down saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to abuse you," and, pointing in the sub-prior's direction, continued, "Odibrand made me do it. He said it was the only way we could keep the boys under control."

Hayden saw that the friar was very distressed and said, "It's OK Edward, you only ever asked me to suck your cock, after you had sucked mine, which I thought was just polite, and it was a pleasant experience. You never fucked me, like what happened to Colby and Heath, which they told me hurt like hell. Come on, let us go together and talk to this nice knight. Maybe he'll listen to your story."

Hayden took Edward's hand and they walked together across the room to Mitchell.

Stopping right in front of Mitchell, both Edward and Hayden now kneeling, Hayden, realising that he was now one of the 24 boys who were actually in charge of the situation, put his hands together, as in prayer, and said, "Kind sir, please listen to Friar Aylard's story, his name is Edward, and he has become my friend, in the last few weeks. He is really a good man, and, just as Edward had done, pointing in the sub-prior's direction, continued, "Odibrand, that horrible man there, made him do what he did to me, which wasn't much, he only ever asked me to suck his cock, after he had sucked mine, which I thought was just polite, and it was a pleasant experience."

"Well, Edward, stand up, be a man, tell me what you have got to say for yourself?"

Edward replied, fairly meekly, with a sob in his voice, "I was given, to the friars, by my poor parents, when I was just 10 years of age, as their way of giving their life tithe to the church. I was their only child and they felt they were behaving like Samuel's parents, Hannah and Elkanah. I was told that I was a very cute little boy, and Odibrand, just a normal friar then, took a liking to me immediately, apparently, it was my green eyes; I was also quite slim, because my parents had not been able to feed me very well. My father was of Anglo-Saxon background, while my mother was the daughter of an Irish boy, who had been kidnapped when he was playing on a coastal beach, at about the age of 6. He was taken to a slave market in Poland, but fortunately, the man who bought him happened to be a boy-lover. He was having a bit of a holiday after the Siege of Meaux. He had garnered quite some booty after the siege, and chose to take a break from the fighting, before returning to England. He had heard that boys were easier to find, and have his way with, in Europe, as opposed to the more difficult situation in England, where such sluts were only able to be found in the larger cities. He raped half-a-dozen French boys, aged between 12 and 16, after the siege, but he left them all alive; even though most were badly hurt by their sodomisation – many of the other English soldiers did the same to the poor French women, girls and boys of Meaux. He travelled on through Germany and Poland, finding rustic young lads, about once a fortnight, who were very willing to give up their arses. He was kinder to those lads; he tended to have them sleep with him for a night or two, both before and after their coupling.

In early October, just after the signing of the Treaty of Meino, he found himself in Poland and was shocked to see my maternal grandfather, just a boy of six, about to be sold to a Turkman. The poor boy probably would have been castrated and sent to one of the Ottoman armies, or made a eunuch in the Sultan's harem. That knight, I don't know his name, outbid the Turkman, and my father became the knight's ward. Fortunately, as my maternal grandfather had not yet been sold, he was unblemished with a brand or some other nasty mark. I understand that though my maternal grandfather did sleep every night, from that day until he was married to my maternal grandmother, at the age of 20, the knight never penetrated him, either orally or anally. The knight used many other boys, but Aiden was special; all that the knight asked of Aiden was that he sleep naked and that he cuddle up close to the knight, in bed, every night. My grandfather told me that he enjoyed the stroking, kissing and cuddling that he received from the knight, and so when Odibrand took me to his bed, just a few days after my parents had left me here, I thought it was going to be just the same. He seduced me with that same stroking, kissing and cuddling, but, very soon after, he started making me suck his cock. On my 11th birthday, just after my mother had brought me my birthday present, a new surplice, he fucked me, and it hurt like hell, I bled for days. From then on, I was his bum boy, and he even used horrible toys on me, like sticking bits of wood up my arse and, on and after my 13th birthday, he started to whip me; he said it would get me ready for the process of self-flagellation, which would become a regular practice, once I became a friar. I hated him doing that to me and I hated having to do it to myself. I never told my mother what happened to me. She is still alive and I would like to go and look after her, please, I beg of you, kind sir."

By now Mitchell and Edward were crying in each other's arms, Mitchell having embraced the young friar, just as Edward was saying "he fucked me".

"Edward, go in peace, I forgive you. Go, fetch your mother and bring her to Sutton Cheney, where there will be a home for you and her. You will be my first new teacher at the Seabrook Academy for Boys."

"As for you Odibrand, I am not leaving you here one more moment. You are coming with me to the castle, now! I am sure Lord Cristall will deal with you most harshly!"

Just as Mitchell was saying this, most firmly, to Odibrand, the five youngest of the friars crawled on their bellies up to Mitchell. They then lay there with their noses on the hard stone floor. The eldest, a boy of 19, Friar Stanley Wymund, lifted his head about an inch from the ground and whimpered, "Good, kind, sir, all our stories are very similar to Edward's. We know you are a busy man, but will you please hear us too?" Even before Stanley had finished, nine boys, Landan Foxe, Cuthbert Kerrye, Osbert Yves, Leofsige Irvine, Sanford Grovese, Kendall Beane, Winton Horne, Edgar Goodmane and Nixon Bone, all jumped up in their seats and, more or less together, all said, with their hands together, as in prayer, "Hear them, please sir."

"Well, it seems that I must hear you five also. I have decided that something needs proper investigation here and it cannot wait."

He called over the senior lieutenant, Brock Kinsleye, and said, "I need you here as you have certain authority, after me, but which of the two other lieutenants with you is the best rider?"

"That will be Kingsley, Kingsley Appletone, sir. He is the son of a forester and has ridden ponies all his life."

"Kingsley, I want you to prepare yourself to ride hard and fast. I will expect you back by nightfall. In 15 minutes, I will give you a document. You are to take this to Lord Cristall. As politely as you can, but most definitely, obtain an audience with My Lord; you are being my messenger. See that he puts his seal on this document, and return here post-haste."

"Yes, sir."

Mitchell sat and wrote, "My Lord, the information you received is quite true; this place is a nest of vipers, a place of debauchery. However, many of the offenders are still very young, many not even yet adults. The sub-prior here, an odious fellow, Odibrand, has led many of these friars astray, and I will be bringing him to you for severe sentencing, along with some of the others. The offenders in their teens and twenties are, in my humble opinion, though not without fault, not deserving of the severity of punishment that only you may decide. I, therefore, crave your indulgence to commission me, through the countersigning, by your seal, of this document, to administer punishments, up to the level of the use of the stocks for a period of 24 hours, for offenders under the age of 31. I would also crave your indulgence to be permitted to grant forgiveness, in the cases of offenders who have not yet even attained adulthood. I also crave special permission to grant forgiveness to one of the friars who is only just turned 21 recently; he has been badly abused, himself, by this odious Odibrand."

Signed Sir Mitchell Seabrook

Countersigned Lord Cristall

Seal of Lord Cristall"

Mitchell also wrote a briefer document requesting the assignment of an additional five soldiers to be despatched the next morning.

"Right, I will be hearing the story of each of you. Go and kneel by the boy that is vouching for you. In fact, each of you friars, go and kneel by the boy or boys whom you have been molesting."

Mitchell noticed that two boys did not move, nor did a friar move to them, so he spoke to them directly. "You two, what's wrong, my little ones."

With tears in his eyes, the elder boy, Ainsley sobbed out "I am Ainsley Ewart and this is my brother, Leigh." Pointing at Odibrand, Ainsley continued, with a faltering and panting voice, "Please, sir, we don't want to go anywhere near that horrid man again!"

"Oh, so you were Odibrand's personal victims. Come here boys and let me hug you. Stanley, I will hear you next, but I first want to hear from these boys. Once I know the depth of the depravity of this Odibrand, I will develop a clearer picture of what I need to know from you and your other fellow friars. If what Edward has told me already, I think that many of you, particularly the younger ones, may find me being very lenient, despite the wrong that you have been committing."

"OK, Ainsley, sit down here, right beside me, and tell me what has happened. Don't hesitate to cry, lay your head on my shoulder or even in my lap. Leigh, also please sit beside me, here, on the other side."

The two boys sat beside Mitchell in that way.

"Just before you start Ainsley. Boys, feel free to sit closer together; comfort each other. I have the feeling these next few hours will be very stressful and there is no shame in your tears. Bear each other up and know that Our Lord Jesus is with you in this Valley of Darkness. All you priors, you stay kneeling and if your boys move, crawl to where they go. When I call you, you will still crawl! Once I sentence you, depending on what I have decided, then you might be permitted to stand!'

Turning briefly to Odibrand, Mitchell said, "Meanwhile, Odibrand, you, and you alone, are to clear away all these dishes and bring cups of mead for each boy. Once that is done, bring me the barrel, and some spare cups. Each of the friars might receive some mead after I have heard their story."

"Go ahead, Ainsley."

Ainsley Ewart (16), speaking for himself and his brother Leigh (13), wards of Lord Basewin

"Leigh and I are brothers. Our father was Sir Edgar Ewart, a knight in the service of Lord Basewin; our father died at the Battle of Tewkesbury, on the 4th of May 1471, and our mother Lavina died of the plague, on July 15th 1478. My brother's first name was our mother's maiden name. Lord Basewin, who turned out to be an acquaintance of Lord Pembridge, took the two of us as his wards. Lord Basewin, a weak and shallow man, was advised by Lord Pembridge, to send us two orphans to the care of the friars, here at Lees Priory. He was probably well aware of the abuse, debauchery and degradation, to which he was sending us poor lads, we were only 6½ and nearly 9½ respectively, at the time. As we had been sent to the priory by an important Lord, the chamberlain decided to take the two of us under his direct care.

As you have heard from Edward, he was already being used by Odibrand as his bum boy. Fortunately, he left Leigh alone, apart from making him sit naked watching Edward, Odibrand, and myself do dirty queer things to each other, as Odibrand directed, but, once Leigh was nine, he also began to be molested.

One of the first things he did, just a couple of days after we arrived, was force Edward to rim me and then fuck me whilst I was in the doggy position. He sat there laughing and applauding as I screamed, and begged Edward to stop. He was also whipping Edward's ass while he mounted me. Edward was in tears and kept on saying things like, "Why are you making me do this to this poor wee lad?" Odibrand would say back, "Because he must learn his position, and my cock is too big for his young hole." Eventually I felt Edward cum in my arse. Edward was forced to do that to me until I was about 12, and then Odibrand took over. The worst thing was that on my brother's 9th birthday, Odibrand made me fuck my own brother. He told me it was a great privilege to be popping my brother's cherry, just as Edward had done mine, 2½ years earlier and, again, like Edward, I was forced to keep doing that until his 12th birthday. There were even occasions when he made us make a chain with him up Edward's arse, Edward up mine, and mine up Leigh's. He is a truly sadistic and horrible man who deserves to go to hell. He tried to make up for the abuse by giving Leigh and me jobs, for which we earned a little money. Leigh was made his valet, which, of course, was just a ruse to make Leigh see, and service, his naked body, more. I was made his assistant and I was therefore forced to be in his presence much of the time, each day, and I also, much to my distress, learnt about the horrible things that some of the other friars were doing to the other boys. I hope, though, that you don't change your mind about forgiving Edward, because of what you just heard. He was as much a victim as any of us. Please, kind sir, don't make me go on. There were many other depravities like whippings and being forced to suck his cock and each other's. I am just so glad you came when you did, because I was getting close to performing the heinous sins of suicide and fratricide (Leigh had even asked me to do that), just so we could escape from this hell and go to heaven to be with sweet Jesus."

Mitchell, who was now crying as much as both boys said, "No little darling, I have heard enough, this man Odibrand deserves all of what I believe he will be sentenced to, by my Lord Cristall."

"Ainsley, Leigh, please go and comfort each other in the corner. Odibrand will bring hay for you to lie on. I know you have beds but I need you to stay close by me for safety. There are now only three of us armed men and I do not know what these bastards might do to you, and the other boys, if you were out of my sight."

"Odibrand, go and fetch straw, lots of it, and spread it in the corner to great thickness, so that the boys may lie on it. Then, fetch their bedding, so that they may be as comfortable as possible."

Stanley, hesitantly, spoke, "Dear, kind sir, I know I am a wrongdoer, as are my younger brothers, but I tell you, all five of us would give our lives to protect these boys from Odibrand and some of his henchmen who are, unfortunately, our older brother friars."

Friars Walter, Noe, Tibost, and Barnard all also said, from their kneeling position, "Same here, sir."

These shows of love touched Mitchell keenly, and he pondered deeply, hoping to soon hear back from Lord Cristall, as to what authority he had been granted.

It took a while but, after about an hour, the makeshift group bed was arranged and many boys, and some forgiven friars, were lain down there, often in hugged huddles of two or three boys, arm in arm.

"Listen up, you friars, the procedure, for this hearing, will be this. As you are called, you will crawl, on your knees, from where you are, up to when you are an arm's length in front of me. If the boys, whom you have abused, choose to accompany you, they will walk behind you. Once you are near me, you will stand tall, with your hands clasped behind your head, and your feet close together. You will then state your name, and give your explanatory account of what has happened, for you, here at Lees Priory, just like Edward did."

"I will start with the youngest of you, until the eldest. I will thus work through from those I suspect will be the least culpable, to the worst. After I have heard your plea, I will advise you as to what I feel should be your punishment, or otherwise. Until I receive the letter back from My Lord, I will not have the authority, or otherwise, to enforce my judgements. In so advising you, I will also direct you as to where you would be permitted to go, within this room, and may, or may not, grant you a cup of mead."

Cuthbert Kerrye and Landan Foxe, ex-Farm Hands at Lees Priory (both 13) and Friar Chadwick Sampson (15)

"Friar Sampson, come forward."

"My name is Chadwick, Chadwick Sampson sir. I am an orphan, my parents both died when a stone wall fell on them, during the earthquakes on 28th December 1480. It was just 4 days after my 11th birthday; I was born on Christmas Eve. Though I do have aunts and uncles, we are a quite poor family and none of them could take me in. Our local priest commended me to the friars here at Lees, as a boy worthy of training for the Augustinian Order. I arrived here on Thursday 4th January, 1481.

The following Monday evening, the 8th of January, I was led by Odibrand, after Compline, into the cell of the late Friar Atkin, he was 45‑years‑of‑age. That date would become significant from that day forward. This is what happened that night.

Odibrand said to Friar Atkin, 'Edric, here is a new boy for you to train.' With that, he left the small room.

Edric stepped over to the door and locked it. He then stepped across to me and picked me up in a big bear hug and gave me a deep kiss on the mouth. I was quite shocked but I was new here so I just went along with what was happening. Whilst still holding me tightly he sat down on the bed and laid me across his lap, face down. He then lifted my cloak, my only outer clothing, over my head. There I was with just a thin linen covering to my buttocks. He pulled that off quite roughly, fortunately, he did not rip it as it was the only one that I had. He then proceeded to spank my bum with his hand about ten times. By now I was crying and saying, 'What have I done wrong, why are you hitting me?' to which he simply laughed and said, 'This is the beginning of the training for all boys here at Lees Priory. You have to learn your position, and the rule of obedience. He then leant down under his bed and pulled out a wooden paddle, with which he beat my already sore bottom about another twenty times. By the end, I was a simple blubbering wreck.

After that, he turned me over and started playing with my pee-pee, until it got hard, and then he put his left hand under it and smacked my willy about ten times with his right hand. He said, 'That's to teach you not to play with your willy, except when you're with me, or the sub-prior, or another friar.' After that, he turned me over again and started playing with my arse hole. First, he licked his thumb and pushed that in, then his middle finger, then two, then three and finally four fingers. My hole felt very, very sore, but he didn't seem to care. I said, 'Please, Please, Stop, you're hurting me.' and he just said, 'Put up with it boy, you're my toy, now.' He then pushed me to the ground and made me suck his dick until it was wet all over. After that, he lifted me up and lowered me on to his erect penis. It hurt like hell, I was in excruciating pain, but he didn't care, he just kept on moving my little body up and down on his big rod, until he squirted his cum up my arse. After that, he laid me on his bed and sucked me until I had a dry orgasm, the first I'd ever experienced in my life.

That went on, at least two or three times a week, until he died, two years ago; after that Friar Berolt took over, until I took my simple vows on the 8th of January, this year. Two days later, Odibrand called me to his office, and I was introduced to Cuthbert and Landan. Odibrand told me, 'Chadwick, you know how things work with boys here, these are your two. They're only farm hands so there is no need to train them for priestly duties. Just keep them in line, in the way we do things. Understood!?' All, I could say was, 'Yes, sub-prior.'

I then left with Cuthbert and Landan, holding Cuthbert's left hand in my right, and Landan's right hand in my left. We went to my room and I sat them down on the bed, and I sat on the stool. I had mentally vowed to myself that I would never hurt the boys, but I knew that that git, Odibrand, would be checking up on me, so this is what I said to and did with the boys.

Cuthbert, Landan, I have been in your situation for the past four years, and I will not put you through anything like what I've been enduring. I must, though, do some queer sex with you, Odibrand will kill me if I don't. Now I know your willies are already growing. Let me have a look at them. Please lift up your cloaks. The boys did as they were asked, it seemed Odibrand had given them a bit of a briefing before I had arrived. I most gently pulled their underpants down and smoothly stroked each of their penises. They both started to go stiff and after a minute or two were quite hard. Their balls had clearly dropped, so I asked them to lie back on the bed beside each other. I then took off my cloak and underpants and knelt on the bed between them. I then asked Landan to sit up, kneel beside me and wank my cock. I then supported myself with my hands and leant forward and sucked Cuthbert until he came down my throat, which happened quite quickly, as Cuthbert was a newly pubescent 12¾ year old. Cuthbert and Landan then swapped positions and I sucked Landan. While sucking him I came and some cum went on Landan's chest and some in Cuthbert's hand. I licked both of them clean and then kissed both of them, French-style. This is what has been happening about once a week for the past year. The lovely boys even insisted, after a few times like that, on sucking my cock.

I know I was disobeying God's laws, and I deserve to go to hell for what I have done to Cuthbert and Landan, but I tried to be as gentle as I could. Please forgive me, dear sir."

By now, Chadwick was blubbering.

"Cuthbert, Landan, do you have anything to say about Chadwick."

"Dear sir, it may seem strange, but we love Chadwick, he's only two years older than us. We are just like big brother and little brothers. In a way we are just as bad as he is, we also broke God's laws, even though we were being made to. Please forgive him, sir, and let him come and be with us on the bed, we just want to cuddle and be with each other, please, please!!"

"Chadwick, step forward." With that, Mitchell embraced Chadwick and said, "You are a good boy, you were forced to do bad things. You did right by your two boys. I forgive you. Take your cup of mead and be with those you love."

The boys retired to the growing makeshift bed, cuddled up together, and went to sleep. Mitchell knew he had done right and that Chadwick would be a good student-teacher.

Osbert Yves, ex-squire of Lord Pembridge (11) and Friar Thornton Ansfrid (16)

"Friar Ansfrid, come forward."

"My name is Thornton, Thornton Ansfrid sir. I grew up in a very loving landed gentry family, who were very devout in their commitment to the church. I am the fourth son of the late Lord Ansfrid III of Banbury. My nephew, Emerson, still a minor, is now Lord Ansfrid V of Banbury and his uncle, my brother Edmond, is Emerson's guardian, and bailiff of the estate, until Emerson turns 21. I was sent here for a period of discernment on the day I turned 10½, which was Thursday the 23rd of September 1479.

On the evening of Monday the 27th of September 1479, I was led by Odibrand, after Compline, into the cell of Friar Roulant. Odibrand said to Friar Roulant, 'Hale, here is a new boy for you to train.' With that, he left the small room.

Hale stepped over to the door and locked it. Hale grabbed me and threw me on the bed quite violently. He then literally ripped all the clothes off me. They were quite nice as my mother had made them for my 10th birthday. I started to cry as I had liked those clothes, and I didn't understand what was going on.

Once I was naked, Hale said, 'Boy, this is just the beginning, you are mine now, and will be until you become a friar, at which time you will be given a boy of your own.'

He then took the rope off, which was holding his cloak closed, and folded it over and over about four times. It ended up at about 1½ feet long.

"Turn over, boy, unless you want me to ruin your cock."

I certainly didn't want him to hurt my cock so I turned over. He then whipped me, on the back and bum, scores of times; I lost count, somewhere between 60 and 100 times. By the end, I was just bawling my young, little boy, eyes out.

He then turned me over again and knelt over me with his cock by my mouth.

He said, "Suck it, and mind your teeth, cover them with your lips."

After I started sucking him, he put his right arm behind his back and started playing with my little cocklet. He pulled on it quite hard and it hurt quite a bit, until it started to go hard; after about five minutes I had, what I now know is called, a dry orgasm.

Once he felt that happen, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He then made me place myself on the bed like I was a dog. I heard him lick his fingers, and I felt two fingers pushed hard against my back passage. He pushed and pushed, I kept on saying, 'Stop, I don't want to do this.' But he just giggled and told me that all boys at Lees Priory had to have their cherries popped as soon after their 9th birthdays as possible.

After he had spread my hole, he forcefully shoved his rigid cock up my arse. I felt his pubic hairs rub up against my soft bum, and they scratched.

He humped in and out of me about fifty times. By the end, I was just screaming and bawling. Finally, he shot his spunk up my arse. After that, he gave me a small friar's cloak and told me to put my other clothes away in my locker as I would never be needing them again.

I thus became Hale's bum boy from then on. When Osbert arrived a few weeks ago, Odibrand came to me and told me that I now had a boy of my own, and I could stop servicing Hale. With that he left poor little Osbert in my room.

I sat Osbert on my bed and explained to him what Odibrand had meant. Osbert, the brave boy that he was, said, "Yes, that man told me. It's just like it was at Bolsover, so I'm used to it, but I don't like it. Lord Cristall said we would be safe here."

I then spoke very softly and gently, 'Osbert, you will be safe with me. I have to ask you to stay here with me for the night, but I promise you nothing will happen. I have endured rape, beatings and sadistic sexual cruelty for the last 6½ years, at the hands of one of the older friars. I have no intention of doing the same to you, little one. Will you please sleep on the bed and I will lie here on the floor, OK.'?

Much to my surprise, Osbert then said, 'No, it is not OK, I will not have you sleep on the floor for my sake. Let us just simply make ourselves comfortable by taking our top clothes off, but leaving our underclothes on. We then shall just cuddle up together under this blanket. It will be just like my big brother, Knox, used to do with me when I was little, at about 2 or 3 years of age. We slept in the same room and, when I had nightmares, he would take me to his bed and soothe my fears and we would go to sleep together. Sadly, he died at Bosworth, or at least that's what I think, because he was 23, and in the service of Lord Carac.'

Well, that's all I can say for myself, sir. I only ever cuddled Osbert, and maybe gave him a few kisses. I never touched his private parts and I never hurt him. But you are in charge now, so all I can do is throw myself on your mercy, please, dear sir."

"Osbert, do you have anything to say about Thornton?"

"He has told the truth, sir, he never hurt me and he even protected me a few times from Odibrand and his cronies. I was so cute, they all wanted to have a piece of me, but Thornton would step in, and say, 'You've got your own boys, Osbert's mine, leave him alone.' Since Thornton was the son of a Lord, they dared not push their luck."

"Thornton, step forward." With that, Mitchell embraced Thornton and said, "You are a good boy, you were forced to do bad things. You did right by Osbert. I forgive you. Take your cup of mead and continue to look after Osbert, just as you have been doing. In fact, young man, I have just decided that I am going to make you the teacher, at my academy, who is responsible for all the 10 and 11-year-old boys at the school. You will look after them, make sure they are healthy, keep themselves clean and do their studies. We will talk more of this when we get to Sutton Cheney."

With that Thornton stepped back and sat on the bed with Osbert. Over time, a number of the other younger boys congregated together, in that corner, and were comforted by Thornton, as and when necessary.

Leofsige Irvine (13) and Sanford Grovese (14), ex-Altar Boys at Lees Priory and Friar Honfroi (17)

"Friar Honfroi, come forward."

"My name is Jacques, Jacques Honfroi sir. I was born in France, in the town of Liège, on the 10th of August 1468. My parents were killed by some of Charles I of Burgundy's troops, when Liège was sacked. I don't know why, but one of the troops was an English mercenary. He hadn't taken part in the killing of my parents but found me crying, in a manger, late in the evening, after the battle. His heart melted at the sight of a poor little babe left to die by his comrades. He picked me up and took me to his tent: he also noticed the family bible sitting on the floor by an upturned credenza, which he kept and gave to me when I was old enough to understand how important it was; it is the only that I know when I was born. A few months later he returned to England and handed me to his wife. Sadly, his wife had been unable to bear children due to a childhood illness, which had nearly killed her. The soldier had taken her as his wife, as he knew that he would often be away from home and not be able to be a proper father to a child; he just enjoyed the fact that he had a woman to return to and make love with when he was not away soldiering.

Esther was overjoyed; she raised me as though I was one of her own. Sadly, soon after my 11th birthday, Esther died, and Rupert could not look after me. Esther and Rupert lived at Bakewell, just a little under 2 miles west of here, and so be brought me here, on Thursday the 14th of October 1479. He has come to visit me here every birthday or as close thereto as he could, for the last 6 years. I have never told him, though, about the disgusting and horrible things, which have been happening to me.

On the evening of Monday the 18th of October 1479, I was led by Odibrand, after Compline, into the cell of Friar Sewell. Odibrand said to Friar Sewell, ' Woodrow, here is a new boy for you to train.' With that he left the small room.

Woodrow stepped over to the door and locked it. He told me to strip, and, shocked, I said, "What?!"

"You heard boy, get those clothes off!!"

By now I was too frightened to do anything but obey. I folded my clothes on the stool and then just stood there.

He told me to put my hands behind my head and turn around. I was a shy, 11-year-old-boy, but he just smiled.

He started to stroke me all over, first down my back, then down the back of my legs, and then he turned me around and stroked my chest. He pinched my nipples and he prodded my belly hole.

After that, he kissed me in the underarms and then licked and bit my nipples. I don't know why but my penis jumped at that and he said, "Oh, so you like a bit of how's your father?"

I didn't know what he meant, so I said, "I don't know what you mean."

"You will soon enough!", he growled.

He then proceeded to play with my penis, pulling on it and then, when it was hard, flicking it up and down. It hurt, not that badly, but I knew what he was doing was wrong.

He then sat on the bed and laid me over his lap and started prodding his thumb at my anus. Then he proceeded through one, two, then three and finally four fingers. He opened back there very wide, and then he said, 'What a lovely boy-cunt you have, I don't think it's ready for my cock yet, but I am sure my dildo will help keep it open, until you're ready, for a man's cock, in a year or two.'

After that, he sat me down on the bed and wanked my cock until I had a dry orgasm, not my first but the first time a man had brought it on by molesting me. He then stood me up and told me to bend over and hold my ankles with my hands. He then pushed a wooden object, like half a rolling pin, into my arse, which he then, holding on with its handle, proceeded to push in and out of my arse, it hurt like hell and I was screaming, "No, Stop" all the time, but he just said, "Take it slut, this makes me happy, and, for now, that is your only purpose in life.' He kept on hurting my hole until he came all over my ass. He then rubbed that cum into my bare bum and even pushed some up inside of me with his finger.

On the 25th of July 1481, just two days after Leofsige's tenth birthday, Leofsige and Sanford, at just 9½ years of age, served as altar boys, for the first time, on that day and commenced living at Lees Priory. It was only the very next day that I was in Woodrow's cell when Odibrand arrived, leading two very frightened-looking altar boys, whom I had seen just the day before at mass.

Odibrand said to Friar Sewell, ' Woodrow, you have expressed some interest in having some multiple boy action, so here are the two new altar boys for you to train. They're very young so they're nice and soft, but will probably need to be brought into line very quickly. I'm sure that you and Jacques will be well up to the job.' With that he left the small room.

Woodrow stepped over to the door and locked it. "Well, my little cuties, come over here and sit by daddy."

The bemused little boys did as they were told. Woodrow promptly started to molest their groins and then said to me, "I think it's time you started to be a junior top, Jacques. I'll watch while you spank these little boys."

I was totally shocked and said, "No, daddy, they're too little, they're like my little brothers, if I had any."

"Do what I say or I'll do it, twice as hard as you will, and then double the dose on your backside."

I had never heard that man talk that harshly before. He was a brute, but up till then, there had been a minute part of gentility in his molesting of me. I was totally frightened and, much to my disgust, to this very day, I had to hurt these two little boys. I tried to be gentle but Woodrow said I had to make them cry, so eventually, I had to use the small paddle on both their sore little bottoms, because I had only, initially, slightly firmly smacked their bare bums.

First, I laid Leofsige, across my lap, and looked at his already mildly reddened buttocks and I leant forward, gave him a kiss on his cheek and whispered, "I'm sorry, Leofsige, if I don't do this, he might kill us all, in the mood he's in."

I then gave Leofsige six quick hard hits with the small paddle. By the end, he was bawling his eyes out and all that that bastard Woodrow did was laugh.

I then went on to Sanford, laid the poor little boy across my lap, and looked at his already deep pink buttocks and I leant forward, gave him a kiss on his cheek and whispered, "I'm sorry, Sanford, if I don't do this, we might all die, in the mood he's in."

I then gave Sanford six quick hard hits with the small paddle. By the end, he, also, was bawling his eyes out and all that that bastard Woodrow did was, again, laugh.

After that he made me suck the two little boy's cocks and then worst of all, he said, "My cocks too big for little cherubs like these but yours is just right. I want you to pop their cherries, while I watch."

By now, I just felt totally powerless. I lay Leofsige, the younger one, across my lap, I wet his arsehole, opened it up slowly with my thumb, and eventually two fingers, told him to suck my cock until I was hard and then, as slowly and gently as I could, I lowered his virgin hole onto my cock. He screamed and cried profusely and all Woodrow did was applaud.

I did the same with Sanford, he was a braver boy and he merely hollered rather than screamed, and Woodrow's behaviour was just the same.

Afterwards, Woodrow said, "OK, Jacques, I want you to sleep with at least one of these boys every night from now on. Get them used to queer sex and get their holes ready to take me."

Over the next couple of years, the three of us were Woodrow's boy toys. He made us suck each other, often in threesome triangles; he made me fuck both boys at least once a week, and then finally on each of their 11th birthdays, in 1482, he deemed them ready to take him and he fucked them and even horribly said, on each occasion, "This is my birthday present, my little boy-whore, I hope you liked it, because I sure did." I know what was said because I was forced to watch, while cuddling the other boy in my arms.

On the 18th of October 1483, I took my simple vows. Two days later, Odibrand called me to his office, and I was 'introduced' to Leofsige and Sanford. Odibrand told me, 'Jacques, you know how things work with boys here, these are your two. I believe you know these boys well as they have been servicing Friar Sewell, just as you have, until about a month ago, when he fell very ill and died within a few days. You will also know them in their duties as altar boys. They may decide to train for the ministry, so inform them about some of your priestly duties. Anyway, keep them in line, in the way we do things. Understood!?' All, I could say was, 'Yes, sub-prior.'

I then left with Leofsige and Sanford, holding Leofsige 's left hand in my right, and Sanford's right hand in my left. We went to my room and I sat them down on the bed, and I sat on the stool. I had mentally vowed to myself that I would never hurt the boys, but I knew that that git, Odibrand, would be checking up on me, so this is what I said to and did with the boys.

'Well, boys, what do we do. I have hated what we were forced to do by Sewell, but Odibrand will check. What can we do but not hurt each other? Please tell me, I love you both, but I don't want to hurt you anymore. Sewell made me do horrible things to you, which let us all please try to forget, but, if you want to punish me, whip me, for what I did to you, please go ahead, I'm a bad boy and I'm weak and couldn't stand up to Odibrand and Sewell.'

Sanford and Leofsige then stood up and Sanford, a quite strong boy for his age, he was only 12 back then, stepped over, came behind me, put his hands under my armpits and lifted me off the floor. He then pushed me, face down on to the bed. I thought to myself, these boys are going to do me in, but no, Sanford and Leofsige immediately sat down either side of me, turned me over and sat me up in between them, all of our feet were now on the floor. First, Leofsige kissed me, on my left cheek, and then Sanford on the right.

Sanford then said, 'Now, now, Jacques, we're three comrades in adversity. We know you hate Odibrand as much as we do. On the other hand, cock sucking is not that unpleasant, in fact, it can be quite thrilling and sexually arousing, actually. I think it's properly called fellatio. We know it's against God's law but what can we do, we're only boys. Maybe when we're adults we can overthrow Odibrand and his cronies. For now, let's just agree that we kiss, cuddle, stroke, and suck, but no more of this arse business. We all know it hurts and none of us wants to hurt each other.'

I was in tears by now, and simply nodded my head and kissed both boys back, on their mouths, just lip to lip. And that is how things have been for the last couple of years. Odibrand thinks we're doing more because Sanford and Leofsige are very, very, well-behaved boys. I protect them from the older friars, just like Thornton said and we have grown to love each other.

Well, that's about it, sir, I know I'm bad but I was made to do it," now pointing at Odibrand, "by that devil, Odibrand, please forgive me, but do as you will, I am at your mercy, kind sir."

"Sanford, Leofsige, do you have anything to say about Jacques?"

Sanford was sobbing, but he replied, "Everything he has said is true, sir, and we love him, just like Cuthbert and Landan love Chadwick. If you punish Jacques, you have to punish us too."

"Jacques, step forward." With that, Mitchell embraced Jacques and said, "You are a good boy, you were forced to do bad things. You did right by your two boys. I forgive you. Now, where is your father, do you know?"

"Well, I expect he will be at his small cottage in Bakewell, he gave up being a mercenary a couple of years ago, actually the day before I took my Simple Vows. He is not the strong man he was, but he is still sturdy and a good father; I love it when he visits, which has been more often recently."

Shouting a little, Mitchell called over toward the makeshift bed, where Edward was sleeping in Hayden's arms, "Edward, wake up." Some of the boys near Edward shook him.

"Yes, yes, what?"

"Edward, come here. I want you to go now, straightway, to the house of Rupert, Jacque's father, which is in Bakewell. I am sorry but you will have to walk there and back, but I hope you can return before nightfall. I want you to tell him that his son needs him now! Don't be over-dramatic, but make sure he comes back with you."

"Yes, sir"

"Jacques, take your cup of mead and be with those you love."

The boys retired to the growing makeshift bed, cuddled up together, and went to sleep. Mitchell knew he had done right and that Jacques would be a good student-teacher.

Scene: The front door of the house of Rupert, Jacques' father

"What do you want, disturbing a poor old man?"

"I am sorry sir, but I am one of the friars at Lees, your son has had a fall. He is OK but we think it would be good if you could come and help us look after him. We know you were a soldier once and maybe tended your comrades' wounds."

"Stop your prattling man. I'll hitch up the cart and we'll go."

Rupert, though he lived in a humble cottage, had saved enough, from his soldiering days, over the years, to be able to afford a pony and cart. He earned a small living with this by carting goods and people, in the area; he was well-liked and well known.

Within fifteen minutes, Rupert was charging through the refectory door.

Scene: The refectory at Lees Priory.

"Where's my boy?"

"Calm yourself, Rupert, Edward just had to make up a bit of a story to make sure you came. I am Sir Mitchell Seabrook and I am here to enquire into some very disgusting happenings that have been occurring here at Lees Priory."

"What disgusting things, what have they been doing to my Jacques?"

"I think it will be best for Jacques, himself, to decide what he wants to tell you but, for now, what I want to ask is whether you would be willing to join the staff of my new school at Sutton Cheney. I know that you only have basic literacy, but what I want you to do is become my Chivalry teacher. The art of chivalry seems to be dying out a bit these days, but as you have been soldiering for a while and toured Europe, I think you would be a good man for the job. Jacques will be coming to the school, as well; he is to be the teacher, at my academy, who is responsible for all the 12 and 13-year-old boys at the school. He will look after them, make sure they are healthy, keep themselves clean and do their studies. What do you say, Rupert?"

"Well, if Jacques is going there, I will go with him. Let me just go back to Bakewell and pack up my things and I will be with you in the morning.

"Jacques, take Leofsige and Sanford with you, and go with your father. Help him pack up and come back in the morning."

"Yes, sir, did you really mean it about that job. Of course, Jacques, you are just the right person for that and you will have other jobs too, once I know more about your learning here, we will talk again later. For now, go with your father and your boys."

On the way back Jacques broke down in front of his father and confessed what he had been forced to be doing during his time at the priory. Rupert was all ready to turn round, go back, and kill them all, but Jacques and the boys stopped him. "No, daddy, the knight has it all under control. Your place, now, is with me and these two boys."

Rupert packed up his belongings, added a small extra cart behind his main cart, spoke to his neighbours, told them what was happening, and said his goodbyes. Rupert became a valued member of the academy staff.

Future: The subject of chivalry has remained a core part of the academy's curriculum to this day, adapting itself to changes in society, but always maintaining, and teaching, the basic principles of medieval chivalry, as the starting point of each year's course.

Kendall Beane and Winton Horne, ex-Farm Hands at Lees Priory (both 12) and Friar Briceus (18)

"Friar Briceus, come forward."

"My name is Aiken, Aiken Briceus sir. I was born in Uttoxeter, Staffordshire and I have only been at this priory for just about half a year. I was sent here from this priory's parent house, at Rocester. Friar Jeremiah Jeremias died on the 6th of May this year and I was sent, by the prior at Rocester, to replace him. I arrived on Wednesday the 18th of May.

The following evening, Thursday the 19th of May, just after Compline, Odibrand led Kendall and Winton into my room; they looked a little crest-fallen but there was also a distressingly resigned look on their faces.

"I know you're new here, Aiken, but these two were Jeremiah's boys; he has looked after them since they came here when they were seven. They will tell you about the system here at Lees Priory." With that he left the small room."

I sat the boys down on the bed, while I sat on the stool.

"Well, boys, what does the sub-prior mean?"

Kendall replied, 'Well, sir, the friars here keep us boys under control by making us take part in queer sex, with each other and with our allocated friar. It's not as though we sleep around, so to say, but we have to service our allocated friar until we turn 21, or become friars ourselves. As farmhands, we will never, of course, become friars.

Both of us were born and brought up in Little Longstone, which is roughly seven miles North-West of here. We happen to be birthday twins, having both been born on May 5th 1473. Sadly, five years ago on 11th August 1480, our four parents all died in a freak flood. The parish priest took us in, but the next day he brought us here. We were only 7¼-years-of-age; the prior decided that Friar Jeremiah Jeremias would look after us and he was, really, quite a kind man. He did make us sleep naked with him, but all he ever did, at least until our 12th birthday, was kiss, cuddle and stroke us, but on our 12th birthday, just as we were going to bed in the normal way, Jeremiah stopped us and said,

'I'm sorry boys but Odibrand has told me I have to start treating you like the other friars treat their boys. Many of them beat their boys, I will never do that, but Odibrand says he'll kill me if I don't pop your cherries tonight, on your 12th birthday.'

Now, though we were only farm boys, we were not idiots, nor were we deaf and dumb, so we had heard from the other boys about how they often got fucked and that, particularly at the beginning, it hurt like hell.

Kendall, again speaking for both of them, said, 'We have heard about this from the other boys Jeremiah, and we have been preparing ourselves. You might be surprised to know that I have penetrated Winton's arse and he has done mine. It hurt quite a bit, but the older boys told us about wetting our thumbs and fingers and stretching our holes, so that is what we have been doing for about three months now, in the hay barn. One or two, of the older boys, have been coaching us a little. I'm not going to tell you who they were; you might report them to their friar.'

Jeremiah replied, 'Well boys, all I can say is you are very brave boys and since you have already popped each other's cherries, I'm not going to do it again. Let's just go to bed like we have been doing and, if Odibrand asks, tell him I did you. It will just be our little secret.'

The next evening, we were at Compline and noticed that Jeremiah was not there. We had to stay for the service but then went where we had been going, for the previous five years, after Compline, Jeremiah's cell. When we walked into his room, we saw a sight that neither of us will ever forget. There was Jeremiah naked, hanging from the cord of his robe from the beam in his room. It was clear he had self-flagellated himself most brutally, his back was bleeding profusely and he was quite dead. We then noticed a scrawled note on the bed. We knocked on Friar Armont's room next door, who was not too pleased to be disturbed; he was already playing with his two boys, Tatton Brooke and Eduart Baine. He said,

'What do you want, you sluts?'

I replied, 'Jeremiah's killed himself, sir.'

Friar Armont pushed past us and found the body, read the note and went straight to Odibrand's cell.

The note read, 'Odibrand, I have slept with Kendall and Winton for five years. All I have ever done is kiss, cuddle, hug and stroke them. I have never even touched their private parts. You are a horrible, disgusting man who doesn't deserve to be a friar, let alone sub-prior. I will not harm these boys; in the way you want me to. I pray that God will forgive me, but all I can do, to release myself from your domination, is commit suicide. May your soul rot in hell after thousands of years in purgatory.'

'They cut him down and buried him in an unmarked grave in unconsecrated ground. We have made a very small marker, and put it in a nigh-on impossible to find place, on his grave; we hope that when we become adults, we can move Jeremiah's grave to land that we own, and properly mark it.'

By now, both boys were crying greatly.

I then said, my dear boys, I am still quite young and I am only 6 years older than you and I am not willing to kill myself but I promise you that I will never penetrate either of you in your back passages. I wonder though whether we could compromise and you would let me suck you from time to time, and you, me. And by the way, call me Aiken, please.'

Kendall said, 'Aiken, you are a very kind man, and I think, don't you agree Winton, that we could agree to that, so long as you allow us to continue to be lovers. This queer sex stuff is, unlike it is for many of the other boys, not really being forced on us two. Since even before we came here five years ago, we have been playing with each other's naked bodies. We have done many childish things, like spank each other's bottoms after purposely answering a question wrongly, when playing school, and, we have been sucking each other since we were about four or five; it just felt so good.'

I, resignedly, replied, 'Well, boys, you've got the upper hand here. I think we have a plan.'

Since that day, both boys have slept in each other's arms beside me and, about once every fifty days, once my balls really start aching, we help each other out.

Well, sir, that's all I have to say, I tried to resist my primal urges, but my body ruled my mind, on a few occasions. Do what you will with me, I have stained and blackened my friar's cloak and I no longer deserve the title. Whip me, beat me, even kill me, it's all I deserve. And, Kendall, Winton, I'm sorry, I should have resisted but you are such beautiful boys and you have such nice soft skin, it was so very nice just cuddling you every night for the last few months, but now, if I have to say goodbye, I do it with sadness but I know it is all I deserve. May God have mercy on my soul, Amen.

By now Aiken was a blubbering wreck, prostate on the floor and ready to die.

"Kendall, Winton, do you have anything to say about Aiken and even, possibly, Jeremiah?"

Kendall quietly replied, "Everything he has said is true, sir, and we love him, just like Cuthbert and Landan love Chadwick, and Sanford and Leofsige love Jacques. Just like Sanford said, about Jacques, if you punish Aiken, you have to punish us too."

"Aiken, stand up and step forward."

With that, Mitchell embraced Aiken and said, "You are a good boy, you were forced to do bad things. You did right by your two boys. I forgive you. I also appoint you as the teacher, at my school, to be responsible for all the 14 and 15-year-old boys at the school. You will look after them, make sure they are healthy, keep themselves clean and do their studies. We will talk more of this when we get to Sutton Cheney."

"Aiken, take your cup of mead and be with those you love."

The boys retired to the growing makeshift bed, cuddled up together, and went to sleep. Mitchell knew he had done right and that Aiken would be a good student-teacher.

Edgar Goodmane and Nixon Bone, ex-Kitchen Hands at Lees Priory (both 10) and Friar Stanley Wymund (19)

"Friar Wymund, come forward."

"My name is Stanley, Stanley Wymund sir. I was born in Rome, the third son of the chief secretary to the English representative at the Vatican. I was well educated, but being a third son, of a government official, meant that I would never inherit much wealth and therefore I was trained in Rome, at the Augustinian Friary, where I stayed until literally only a few months ago, and I actually only arrived here just over three weeks ago, on Friday, 2nd September, 1485.

I was deeply shocked to find Edgar and Nixon, two small boys presented to me, like a trophy, by the odious Odibrand, the night I arrived. He said,

'Stanley, you're new here, and things are different up here in the provinces. We keep our boys in line by having them take part in queer sex, with us friars. These two kitchen hands only started last week, so your arrival is opportune. I suggest you give them a good spanking to put them in their place and then do what you will with them, kitchen boys are a penny a pound.' With that he left the room.

To say I was shocked was a massive understatement. I sat the boys down on the bed. They were already only wearing a very basic cloak and fairly thin underwear; the clothes looked like hand-me-downs.

'What are your names, my little ones?'

'I'm Edgar and he's Nixon.'

'Can you tell me anything about what Odibrand said?'

'Well, sir,'

'Call me Stanley, please!'

'Well, Stanley, some of the other boys have told us about how the friars play with their naked bodies, and stick their penises up some of the boys' back passages. Apparently, there is much sucking of penises going on and many boys have been beaten very harshly, just for the enjoyment of some of the friars.'

'Don't go on, boys; I am appalled. It may take a few weeks, but I'm going to put a stop to all of this. This Odibrand guy will rue the day I got transferred here. My father is a senior official in the king's service and I will find a way to get a message to him. I am sure that he will do something.'

'For now, just to keep things quiet, I suggest, you lie in the bed together and I will lie on the floor.'

Nixon then spoke for the first time, 'No, Stanley, come lie with us, and keep us warm, these clothes are very thin you know. Because we are in the hot kitchen all day, they don't think to dress us, boys, well and, as you heard, they really couldn't care less, whether we lived or died. We will keep each other warm and you might even like to kiss us good night, just like our parents and older brothers and sisters have done for many years; it will help us to not miss home much.'

So, kind sir, that's all I've done with these beautiful boys, I've slept in the same bed, cuddled up to them, to keep them warm, and kissed them goodnight. I have never, and would never, go anywhere near their private parts, even their little chests are beyond my touch, though they do snuggle them up to mine at night. What can I say more, I am a poor sinner, but I have only sought to protect these two cherubs in my care?

I did send a letter, very secretly, and with much risk, to my father, just a week ago. Fortunately, one of my old teachers was visiting the priory a week ago, and I was able to tell him a little of what I knew. He took the letter, that is the last that I have heard. I believe he was due to be in London early next month, but, kind sir, you are now here, and from what I can see, I need have no more worries.

"Edgar, Nixon, do you have anything to say about Stanley?"

Edgar quietly replied, "Everything he has said is true, sir, and we love him, just like Cuthbert and Landan love Chadwick, Sanford and Leofsige love Jacques, and Kendall and Winton love Aiken. Just like Sanford said, about Jacques, if you punish Stanley, you have to punish us too."

"Stanley, stand up and step forward."

With that, Mitchell embraced Stanley and said, "You are a good boy, there is nothing even to forgive you for. All you did was cuddle two cold boys; in these northern climes, you might have even saved their lives. I also appoint you as the teacher, at my school, to be responsible for all the 16 and 17-year-old boys at the school. You will look after them, make sure they are healthy, keep themselves clean and do their studies. We will talk more of this when we get to Sutton Cheney. Just before you take your rightful place, on the bed, with Edgar and Nixon, where does your father work?"

"His most recent posting, sir, was as Assistant to the Under-Secretary to the King's Chancellor. I met him briefly as I came through London to here. Our new King, Henry, had just appointed my father to that position. It was quite a promotion as King Henry felt a need to clear out quite a few of the higher officials who had been loyal to Richard. My father though had always been a good, obedient servant and had served both of the now united houses in quite exemplary ways."

"Stanley, take your cup of mead and be with those you love."

The boys retired to the growing makeshift bed, cuddled up together, and went to sleep. Mitchell knew he had done right and that Stanley would be a good student-teacher.

Osborn Stidolphe, ex-Farm Hand at Lees Priory (15) and Friar Doyle Walter (23)

"Friar Walter, come forward."

"My name is Doyle, Doyle Walter sir. I am the bastard son of Friar Berolt; I was given my mother's surname. I was born here at Lees, in the infirmary, on Saturday the 27th of February 1462. I was brought up, by the friars, from after the time I was weaned. I do not even know my mother's first name and I do not know whether she is even still alive. The friars taught me, from a young age, that initiating older boys, into queer sex, and then forcing them to continue with that practice, until adulthood, was the correct way to raise boys.

I was given Osborn, on his 9th birthday, and I am ashamed to say that my birthday present to him was to spank him, fiercely, with the small paddle, nine times, and make him suck me until my cock was well wet and hard; I then, in the doggy position, fucked him. I remember he cried very loudly, but I was just doing what I'd been taught to do. I have no defence, as I have used and abused Osborn for the last six years. We have slept together every night and we have had queer sex two or three nights a week, even through Lent.

I do, though, want to share with you, one memory; I was quite young, but I remember this very clearly. I was five, and like all boys, of that age, I was curious. One day I was playing hide and seek with one of the kitchen boys and I hid myself in a very hard to find spot. From there I heard Odibrand, with Friars Atkin, Sewell, Godebert, Berolt, Roulant, Aberardus, Armont, and Rulf.

I heard Odibrand say to the others,

'There are many young boys here, kitchen and farmhands, altar boys, pre-Novitiate boys, Novices and junior Friars. Many of them are unruly, even you younger three, yes, you three, Swithin, Cordell and Algar; I've seen what you've been getting up to in your spare time. It is because of what I have observed you three doing that I have come up with this idea. Just like you three, I think it is their hormones that are making them frisky and wild in their behaviour. I suggest that we initiate these boys into the world of queer sex, bondage and discipline. That will keep them scared and tired out.'

The others all agreed. You have already heard many horrendous examples of the result of the decision of that meeting. I have been a weak man and deserve to be punished. I do not deserve to be a man of God. Here, take my cloak, I rip it. I am no longer a friar. Do to me as you wish."

Doyle, now with some tears in his eyes, meekly said, "Osborn, I am sorry I abused you, I let my dick rule my heart. Please try to forgive me."

"Osborn, what do you think I should do with Doyle?"

Osborn spoke, "Well, Doyle has hurt me quite badly, but he does seem to be quite contrite. I don't think you can forgive him, as you have with the younger friars, but maybe some kind of public humiliation, might serve as sufficient punishment. Mind you I don't want to take part in that. Doyle was a bad man, but, strangely, he also did display some kind of respect towards me and, if he were eight to ten years younger, I might have fallen in love with him, just like these other boys."

"Thank you, Osborn, I have decided to reserve my judgement until I have heard from the other three of you under-31-year-olds.

Osborn then looked directly at Doyle, placed his left hand on Doyle's shoulder, and his right on Doyle's head, "Doyle, I forgive you, I now better understand why we have been doing what you have been forcing me to do. I must admit that as I have got older, the sex has been becoming less unpleasant and for the last year or two, I've actually quite enjoyed it. Come let us sit together on this bench. Is that OK, kind sir?"

"Yes, Osborn, we will make that a special bench for these four younger friars."

Osborn and Doyle sat together and put their arms around each other's shoulders. Mitchell could not help but be touched by seeing Osborn turn Doyle's head towards himself and give, Doyle, a loving kiss on his lips. Doyle bowed his head in his hands and wept.

Dudley Daw, ex-squire of Lord Pembridge (9) and Friar Icarus Noe (24)

"Friar Noe, come forward."

"My name is Icarus, Icarus Noe sir. I was also recently sent up from Rocester, on the occasion of the death of Friar Sewell. For two years I resisted Odibrand's odious suggestions and the constant bullying by his cronies, but when Dudley arrived with the other two squires from Bolsover, I was smitten by those beautiful deep blue eyes, golden blonde hair and so slim a body. He was still just so much like a little baby, but just bigger and able to walk. I just wanted to cuddle him, and protect him from the other friars, so I succumbed and told Odibrand that I would take on Dudley as my responsibility. I also told Odibrand that I would collect Dudley myself; I wanted to keep Dudley away from Odibrand as much as I could. I am just so sad, in the light of what I've been hearing, that I didn't take Lyndon also, but I was very pleased to hear the testimony of Thornton and Osbert; maybe Lyndon's experience wasn't too bad, we'll hear soon.

After Compline, I went to Dudley's room, which he was sharing with Osbert and Lyndon, and knocked. Dudley was on his own and said, 'I suppose, it's my turn now.' He looked very sad.

When we got back to my room, I asked Dudley to sit on the bed and I sat on the stool.

'Dudley, when you said it's my turn now, what did you mean?'

'Well that Odibrand guy, he took Osbert and Lyndon away from our room, about ten minutes ago, just a minute or two before you came in. He said that somebody would be coming for me soon. I know how it is, sir, it was just like this at Bolsover but there it was just the Lord Pembridge who violated us boys. I was initiated into queer sex just a few months ago, by Pembridge, on the day after my 9th birthday, on Tuesday, April 12th, the day after Easter Monday. He was a horrible man, he beat me, whipped me, fucked me and made me suck his dick. On the first time, he literally ripped all the clothes off me and I had to walk through the castle naked, with my hands beside my side, to get my new clothes from the matron in the inner bailey. I suppose you'll want to fuck me too. The Lord Cristall said we would be safe here, what a joke!'

By now I was crying, Dudley was so matter-of-fact, a little 9-year-old boy and he was just resigned to having to give himself to me.

I just couldn't bring myself to do anything with Dudley that night. All I did was gently undress him to his underwear then the same for myself and we lay down together and I just cuddled him. He was being such a brave boy.

In the morning, I woke to find Dudley's small hand stroking my bulge. I've only got a quite small dick, my great grandfather was a slave, who had been kidnapped from India and my English father was an adventurer who met my mother, a Syrian woman, in Athens.

I said, 'Dudley, what are you doing?'

'Well, I know most guys are hard, first thing, before they go to the privy, so I just wanted to feel how big your rod was, so I could ready myself for it. The truth is, sir,'

'I'm not, sir, my name is Icarus.'

'I'm sorry Icarus, the truth is, that horrid Pembridge has made me so used to being fucked, even though it's only been a few months, that I now actually crave it. I know it's wrong but something inside me seems to need it. Whenever I did get fucked, I got these lovely feelings around the time that Pembridge filled my buy-pussy, with his cum. Because he put this leather cage thing over my cock, I couldn't relieve the tension but I got this shaking feeling throughout my body; I think the older boys told me it was a dry orgasm. So, I can feel your cock is quite small, so it should be OK. Why don't we give it a go tonight'?

I sighed and said, 'OK my sweet boy, but only because you asked me to.'

I sought to be gentle with Dudley and I did cum in his arse but he never cried and seemed to be taking the penetration quite easily; I also only ever did it with him once a week, when he asked me to. I protected him from advances by others and I also encouraged him to make friends with the other boys, who were around his age, like Hayden, Edgar, Colby and Nixon."

"Dudley, do you have anything to say about Icarus?"

Dudley firmly replied, "Everything he has said is true, sir, and I love him, just like Cuthbert and Landan love Chadwick, Sanford and Leofsige love Jacques, Kendall and Winton love Aiken, and Edgar and Nixon love Stanley. Just like Sanford said, about Jacques, if you punish Icarus, you have to punish me too. After all, it was more me who seduced him, than the other way round."

"Icarus, go and sit with Dudley, beside Osborn and Doyle. I will, as I have said, decide on your punishment, later.

Tattan Hawarde, ex-Farm Hand at Lees Priory (16) and Friar Stuart Tibost (25)

"Friar Tibost, come forward."

"My name is Stuart, Stuart Tibost sir. I was the son of one of the soldiers at Danby Castle, and my mother was Scottish, hence the Stuart. I have known I am queer, from a young age. It was my 6th birthday, on Wednesday, 23 July, 1466, when I followed my 14-year-old cousin out on to the moors near Danby in Yorkshire. He was tending sheep out there and it was a warm day. I got close to him and took all my clothes off. I wandered up behind him and put my hands over his eyes.

Graham's natural response was, 'What the, who's that?', but then he realised how small the hands were and so he turned round to see me naked.

He pushed me to the ground, knelt over me, and started tickling me all over. I giggled so much that I lost control of my wee and pissed into the moor.

'Well, what do we have here, a sexy little cousin. What are you doing up here?'

I was very bold and said, 'I've seen you in the privy, I've seen you wanking, I've seen you cum, I want you to stick your dick up my arse so I can feel your cum inside me.'

'Well, if that's what you want, baby, I'll do it. Where are your clothes?'

'Just over there.'

'Go and get them, and we'll make a bit of a soft spot with all our clothes.'

I went and got my clothes and by the time I was back, the clothes were only about ten steps away, Graham had taken all his clothes off. We arranged the clothes and they made a nice soft spot.

He told me to kneel down and suck his dick, while he stood tall over me, until it got really hard, which took about ten minutes. His dick was only four inches long, so he was able to push it all the way in, right to the top of my throat. I loved playing with his foreskin with my tongue, he kept on saying, 'More, more' when I did that. I nearly gagged but just didn't.

Once he was properly hard, he laid me on my back and knelt down by my bum. He lifted my bum, and licked my taint and then prodded his tongue at my arse.

'Ooh, sweet 6-year-old boy-pussy. I've hoped for a while that you were queer.'

He then licked his fingers and pushed 1, then 2, then 3 and finally 4 up my arse. Four 14‑year‑old boy's fingers up the arse of his 6-year-old cousin. He touched my little prostate and I screamed, 'That's it, more, touch me there more.' And he did so for about ten minutes.

He then said, 'You asked for it, my little boy-whore, now I'm going to fuck you.'

He lined his uncircumcised dick up with my shit-chute and pushed it. I screamed like hell, and he did stop, but I said, 'Carry on, I want this.'

He pushed harder and got through my second ring, by now I was blubbering but still said, 'Carry on, harder, harder'.

Eventually, after about ten minutes his dick was all the way in and he proceeded to fuck me, really hard, just like I'd encouraged him to. After only about another five minutes I felt his body tense up and he shot six good teenage-size globs of spunk up inside me.

He kept me held up in the air and licked up his cum as it dribbled out of my hole. He then lowered me back down and leant down and gave me a cummy French Kiss; I loved the taste immediately. After our kiss, he gave me a blowjob and I had a dry orgasm.

Graham and I had sex, like that, about once a week until just after my ninth birthday; my birthday fucks were always the best, because, from when I was seven, he would also give me birthday spanks with his hand. Sadly a few days after my 9th birthday my mother died and my father couldn't cope with having a nine-year-old boy to care for. The local priest recommended that I be sent here, to train for the priesthood.

I arrived here on Tuesday, 8 August, 1469 and it was that evening that I was initiated into the way they do things here by Friar Sewell. I didn't resist and in fact, quite enjoyed it, after that, I became his boy: even the more regular spankings, canings and whippings were a thrill for me.

On my 18th birthday, Thursday, 23rd July, 1478, Odibrand came to me in the middle of the day, just after Sext and said, "Stuart, you will no longer need to service Woodrow. From tonight, after Compline, you will have your own boy, his name is Tattan Hawarde, he is one of our Farm Hands and he had his 9th birthday on the 13th of March just gone.

That evening, just after Compline, Odibrand led a rather bewildered young boy into my room. He honestly didn't look much older than six or seven.

"Well, here he is, Stuart, your birthday present. I'm sure you'll teach him his position, here at Lees Priory, well." With that he left the small room."

I sat Tattan down on the bed, while I sat on the stool.

"Well, Tattan, did the sub-prior tell you why you're here. He did tell me a bit, sir."

I'm ashamed to say I liked the siring and I never told Tattan my first name, I was always sir, and he was always Tattan or, when I got my heat up, worse, like boy or whore or slut. I'm so ashamed. I'm sorry, Tattan.

I took Tattan to my bed that night, and simply cuddled him, he was so small, but over the coming weeks and months I taught him how to suck my cock and after he'd been with me, each night, for about 6 months, I began to open up his boy-pussy. I started with just the thumb and then a few weeks later the fingers. When it was just a few days over a year after he had come to me, I started to prod his bum hole with my dick and he was 11 before my cock went all the way inside his arse. I never beat Tattan, though, like many of the other friars; I'm a queer but, if anything, I'm a sub versatile, not a top or dom.

I broke Tattan in very slowly but I have no excuse, apart from my nature. What I did was very wrong. Do as you wish, I submit my life to you, and my soul to Our Lord's mercy."

"Tattan, do you have anything to say about Stuart?"

Tattan blandly replied, "I don't know whether I am naturally gay or Stuart has made me that way by what he did, but everything he has said is true, sir, he was always very gentle with me and I love him, just like Cuthbert and Landan love Chadwick, Sanford and Leofsige love Jacques, Kendall and Winton love Aiken, Edgar and Nixon love Stanley, and Dudley loves Icarus. Just like Sanford said, about Jacques, if you punish Stuart, you have to punish me too. Like Dudley, for Icarus, I will stand by Stuart."

"Stuart, go and sit with Tattan, by Dudley, Icarus, Osborn and Doyle."

Lyndon Diccon, ex-squire of Lord Pembridge (10) and Friar Hereward Barnard (27)

"Friar Barnard, come forward."

"My name is Hereward, Hereward Barnard sir. I was born in Melton Mowbray and my parents told me that Hereward the Wake was one of my 14 greats grandfathers. I was born and brought up in Melton Mowbray, about 50 miles south-east of here. I came here a few days after my 10th birthday on Thursday, the 7th of January, 1468. I was one of the early boys to be bedded by the friars. The evening I arrived, Odibrand led me to the cell of the late Friar Warwick Godebert.

Odibrand said to Friar Godebert, ' Warwick, here is a new boy for you to train.' With that he left the small room.

Warwick stepped over to the door and locked it. He turned around and picked me up by putting his right arm through my legs and under my crotch, and his left arm on my right shoulder. He literally threw me on the bed as though I was a piece of garbage. He then proceeded to rip all my clothes off and then told me to stand; I remember the floor was very cold. He then told me to put my hands together behind my head.

'Now turn around slowly, you little whore'

By now I was rather stunned, so I just did what he told me to do.

'Step forward, you little slut.'

I didn't understand why he was calling me these rude words but I just felt compelled to obey.

He then put me over his knee, took out a small wooden paddle from under his bed and proceeded to give me 20 hard strokes on my backside with that paddle. By the end, I was totally distraught.

'Every time you are bad, you will get that many strokes, which is double your age; as you get older the number will increase, 2 more each time for each year you get older.'

He then told me to kneel down, lift his cloak and suck his dick. After about ten minutes he lifted me up by my underarms and lowered me on to his stiffy. He didn't prepare my hole in any way and I just screamed, until he came up my chute. After that, he told me to use the privy and shit out all his cum. He then put this wooden tube up my arse and poured water down it; after that, he told me to keep my arse tight closed for five minutes, and then to go to the privy again.

Warwick used me like that, three or four times a week for the next six years until he died.

Within a week of Warwick's death, Odibrand came to me after Compline and asked what I wanted to do about continuing with the queer sex; I was sixteen by then.

I told him that I only wanted to do queer sex with quite young boys, between the ages of 10 and 12 years, and that after that I wouldn't be interested in them.

For the past eleven years, I have probably deflowered about thirty of forty young boys from this area and I normally did things just the way that Warwick did me the first time. Lyndon was just the latest in a string of boy's arses I have raped. I'm not proud of what I've done but it was what I had got used to."

"Lyndon, do you have anything to say about Hereward?"

Lyndon matter-of-factly replied, "Unlike the others, I can't speak up for Hereward. He has, himself, just admitted to being a serial rapist. I know he had a bad start in life, but if he had been a real man, he would have reflected on the pain he had endured and sworn to not do similar to other young boys. He doesn't seem to have displayed any real sense of remorse, either. I will not stand by this man and I encourage you to punish him to the utmost of your authority."

"Doyle, Icarus, Stuart, Hereward, step forward. Having heard your testimonies, I have come to my decision regarding each of you. As you are all over 21, and therefore adults, I have not sought authority to forgive you. I do, though, feel that in some of your cases there are mitigating factors. I know, in most cases, that you were badly led astray, but I cannot let you go without some form of punishment. The punishments that I will record and, depending on the message I receive from My Lord Cristall, should be carried out within the next few days, are as follows.

Doyle, you have behaved quite badly but Osbert has forgiven you and that has weighed heavily in my decision. I sentence you to 24 hours in the stocks at Blakely. You will sit there naked, apart from a small covering on your groin, for modesty's sake. You will be defrocked and become a general member of the public again.

Icarus, your case is a hard one, Dudley, due to the abuse he had experienced at Bolsover, virtually gave himself to you and you were very protective of him, even though you did sodomise him. What do you think would be a fair punishment?"

"Dear kind sir, it is not really my place, but flogging, public naked humiliation, the stocks are just some of the things that come to my conflicted mind."

"Do you wish to return to Rocester?"

"By my weakness, I have forfeited all right to be a friar. Once I have been punished, I will try to find some work in a nearby town, or at a farm, and live out my days in humility, and repentance. I will self-flagellate every night until I die."

Dudley jumped up and said, "Icarus, even though I have only known you for a few weeks, you are a good man, and what you did, was not unpleasant. You were very gentle and listened when I said stop, or wait, and, after all, we only did it about three times. All the rest of the time you just cuddled me, and protected me. Please, kind sir, do what you feel that you have to do, but Icarus is my friend and I will stand by him through whatever you decide he has to endure."

"Well. Dudley, you have given me a problem. I cannot forgive Icarus; I do need to give him some kind of humiliating punishment. Time in the stocks is too severe for his small amount of indiscretion. I have decided that I am going to take a page out of the life of the late Godgifu, wife of Leofric, the former Earl of Mercia. I am going to sentence Icarus to walk naked through the streets of Bakewell, holding your hand, Dudley, with a sign around his neck that reads, 'I am a revolting sinner, I raped this boy Dudley, multiple times. He has forgiven me, will you?'

You will be accompanied by one of the soldiers whom I have summoned. I am not even going to recommend that you be defrocked. My new school, at Sutton Cheney, will need a priest, and I wish to appoint you, Icarus, as the school's deputy headmaster."

"Thank you, kind sir, I pray that with God's help I will carry out my duties to the best of my ability and your satisfaction."

Doyle, you have behaved quite badly but Tattan has forgiven you and that has weighed heavily in my decision. I sentence you to 24 hours in the stocks at Blakely. You will sit there naked, apart from a small covering on your groin, for modesty's sake. You will be defrocked and become a general member of the public again.

Hereward, your case is more severe. As Lyndon has said, you appear to have shown no sense of remorse. I sentence you to 72 hours in the stocks at Blakely. You will sit there naked, you will not even have a small covering on your groin, for modesty's sake. You will be defrocked and become a general member of the public again. You will then be left in Bakewell, to be at the mercy of the local populace. May God have mercy on your soul.

In the case of those of you who have been sentenced to the stocks, those boys whom you abused, and who wish to, will be permitted to urinate on you, whilst members of the public may torment you in other ways.

After that humiliation, and a ceremony of washing the feet of all these 24 boys, in imitation of Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, I will ask you to solemnly swear that you repent of your ill deeds and beg my forgiveness. If I feel that your repentance is genuine then I shall grant you positions as farm hands at my family's farm in Sutton Cheney.

Lieutenant, lock them in the chapel for the night, so that they meditate on their sins. Tattan, Dudley, and Osborn; I'm sorry boys, I know you have said you will stand by your man, so to say, but these priests must spend this night alone in the chapel. You will be permitted to stand by them, in Bakewell, in the morning. For now, go and make a place for yourselves on the bed; maybe you will choose to pray for these men."

Future: Icarus becomes the priest to the school and is deeply loved, in a philios and agapé way, by all the boys at the school. It was heard in early January 1486 that Hereward had been found frozen to death, on the 15th of December 1485, near the waterfall at Monsal Dale, 3½ miles North-West of Bakewell.

Hedley Harrelle and Esmond Farnhame, ex-Kitchen Hands at Lees Priory (both 11) and Friar Swithin Rulf (34)

"Friar Rulf, come forward. I have already heard that you were one of the original conspirators, with Odibrand, who established this appalling scheme of forcing young boys into queer sex. I did note though that you, Armont and Aberardus were, at the time, aged under 21; on the other hand, it was your own queer sex behaviour, with those two novices, that gave Odibrand the idea for this disgusting scheme. I will hear your plea, but bear in mind what I have already been told, and do not waste my time in reiterating any of what I have already heard."

"My name is Swithin, Swithin Rulf sir. I was born on 3rd March 1451, the sixth son of a poor local farming family. Three of my older siblings had already died before the age of 5. I do not know when my father started abusing me, but I do know that I can remember as early as when I was just two years of age, I had got very used to him putting his fingers up my rear passage and stretching my anus. He would also often spank me with his belt and by the time I was seven he was forcing me to suck his cock. On my 9th birthday, he sodomised me in my well‑stretched hole. On my 14th birthday, Sunday, 3rd March, 1465, I was delivered, after Sunday Mass, by my father, to the priory here, to train to be a friar.

Within a few days, novices Aberardus and Armont, who were 16 and 18 years of age respectively, seduced me into their queer sex games, which, quite frankly, given how my father had been abusing me, were quite tame, really.

I have had many boys in the scheme, and some of them are now friars elsewhere or have left the employ of the priory to now have their own families.

Hedley and Esmonde were assigned to me a few days after their ninth birthdays, they were born just two days apart, in Sheldon, about 7 miles west of here.

I don't think I need to reiterate, in detail, the kind of testimony you have already heard. I will say, though, that I have never sodomised any of the boys assigned to me. I have always told them, if asked by Odibrand, or one of the others, to say that I was fucking one, or both, of them at least two or three times a week. The truth is that my own negative experience of being sodomised, for so many years, even by Aberardus and Armont, that I just could not bring myself to do that to any of the boys. I did spank them quite hard, using a small paddle, until their backsides were cherry red and then I made them lie down on the bed and wank themselves until they came, or at least, had a dry orgasm, if they were not yet sexually mature. This made them cry a bit because I was making them lie on their sore bottoms. After they had cum, I would turn them over and wank myself until I came over their backs and backsides and then I would rub my cum, into their bodies. After that, I would have the boys lay in bed beside me overnight. I cuddled them quite well, and soothed their sore bottoms, in the morning, with salves, but I am ashamed to say that I enjoyed the sound of their whimpering, at their pain, overnight.

That is all I have to say, I honestly deserve whatever punishment you decide."

"Hedley, Esmond, do you have anything to say about Swithin?"

Hedley spoke for both boys, "Swithin excuses himself by telling us about how he was abused as a boy, and then as a novice. He then goes on to say he never fucked us; he only made us wank ourselves, and then he wanked over us. Well, all that is true but, for me, gaining enjoyment from hearing the nigh-on nightly whimpers of little boys, who were forced, by him, to lie on their sore bottoms, a soreness he had created by wilfully beating us, without any care for how much we were hurting, is totally unforgiveable. He may have occasionally cuddled us, but he never kissed us and never said any really kind words to us; on the contrary, he would call us nasty names like slut and whore. He deserves whatever punishment you impose upon him."

"As with the group of younger priors, aged under 31, I will reserve my judgement until I have heard from all of you five."

Lieutenant, "Handcuff Swithin to the bar on the wall over there, and have him stand for the rest of these proceedings."

Junior, "Search the priory for some kind of small lockable area, not one of the friar's cells, somewhere more uncomfortable than that. When you have finished searching, go to the Prior and conduct him to this room."

Tatton Brooke and Eduart Baine, ex-Farm Hands at Lees Priory (both 14) and Friar Cordell Armont (36)

### Friars Atkin, Sewell, Godebert, Berolt, Roulant, Aberardus, Armont, and Rulf. ###

"Friar Armont, come forward. I have already heard that you were one of the original conspirators, with Odibrand, who established this appalling scheme of forcing young boys into queer sex. I did note though that you, Rulf and Aberardus were, at the time, aged under 21; on the other hand, it was your own queer sex behaviour, with those two novices, that gave Odibrand the idea for this disgusting scheme. I will hear your plea, but bear in mind what I have already been told, and do not waste my time in reiterating any of what I have already heard."

"My name is Cordell, Cordell Armont sir. I was born in Armont in south-eastern France, quite near Switzerland. At the age of just seven years, in July 1456, I was sent to train, to be a friar, at the Abbaye d'Abondance. It was about 120 miles away from my home and it took me about ten days to walk there. I had a happy time there until just after my 16th birthday, in April 1465, I was sent to this priory, as an act of penance. I had been caught molesting some of the younger novices, and other boys, who were of 10 years of age or older, but always younger than me. The prior thought the cold air here might dampen my ardour; little did he know.

I arrived here on the same day as Algar, who had been studying at a priory in Southern England, and was sent here, in penance, for similar transgressions to myself. By an amazing coincidence, though born two years apart, we were born on the same day of the same month, 24th March, he in 1447 and I in 1449. We got talking and found our common sexual interest in young boys. We each found a willing kitchen hand and for a couple of years we were a happy foursome, until the arrival of Swithin, when we became a group of five, then there was that meeting in April 1467, with Sub-Prior Odibrand, and you know the rest, in general.

Once the scheme was in place, Swithin tended to do his own thing but Aberardus and I decided to work as a tag team so to say. Each of us had two boys allocated to us and our normal scheme of things was roughly the same every time. We would, after Compline, on a day we wanted to have sex, bring one of our boys, to the gymnasium. There we would make the boy kneel on his hands and feet, and we would take turns in fucking him and having him either rim or suck the other friar; alternations were frequent so each friar got to fuck, be rimmed and be sucked every time. The three boys not on duty, so to say, would cuddle together in the room of the friar whose boy was on duty, that night. This meant that any one boy only got fucked about once in every eight or nine days. On non-sex nights, we would just kiss and cuddle, with our allocated two boys, in our own rooms.

I will admit that in my own room I also paddled and whipped my boys, until they were both crying, before I then cuddled up to them and helped them go to sleep. This has just been the way here at Lees Priory for the last 18 years. I have no plea of defence, I am guilty."

"Tatton, Eduart, do you have anything to say about Cordell?"

Eduart spoke up, "Well if it hadn't been for the beatings, I think I could have forgiven Cordell the sex; it was never that bad. Cordell was, though, quite vicious with the beatings, and I cannot forgive that. We were only young boys and what he did was simply cruelty for his own enjoyment. Tatton and I will not stand by Cordell, he deserves what he gets."

"As with the group of younger priors, aged under 31, I will reserve my judgement until I have heard from all of you five."

Lieutenant, "Handcuff Cordell to the bar on the wall over there, and have him stand for the rest of these proceedings."

Aston Cooke (13) and Harlan Maxwells (14), ex-Altar Boys at Lees Priory (13) and Friar Algar Aberardus (38)

"Friar Aberardus, come forward. I have already heard that you were one of the original conspirators, with Odibrand, who established this appalling scheme of forcing young boys into queer sex. I did note though that you, Rulf and Armont were, at the time, aged under 21; on the other hand, it was your own queer sex behaviour, with those two novices, that gave Odibrand the idea for this disgusting scheme. I will hear your plea, but bear in mind what I have already been told, and do not waste my time in reiterating any of what I have already heard."

"My name is Algar, Algar Aberardus sir. I was born in Fordingbridge, in Hampshire. At the age of just seven years, in July 1454, I was sent to train, to be a friar, at the nearby Breamore Priory, which was just 4 miles away from my home. My mother and, even occasionally, my father visited often and I had a happy time there until just after my 18th birthday, in April 1465, I was sent to this priory, as an act of penance. I had been caught molesting some of the younger novices, and other boys, who were of 10 years of age or older, but always younger than me. The prior thought the cold air here might dampen my ardour; little did he know.

There is no point in repeating what you have already heard from Cordell. I will only say that, unlike Cordell, I never beat my boys. I suppose that, on the other hand, I would, when we were just the three of us together, in my room, simply molest them a lot by playing with their cocks, sucking their cocks, simply fondling them, playing with their cocks by bending them up and down, and back through their open legs, so that I could still see their cocks while I was massaging their backs and the back of their legs. I also French kissed them a lot and kissed their cute little noses, eyes and foreheads. I'm sorry that I hurt them sometimes and, if they ever started to cry, I stopped what I was doing and just cuddled them. What I did was wrong, but I do think that I treated, and played with, my boys, quite gently, in comparison to what some of the other friars were doing. As Cordell said, this has just been the way here at Lees Priory for the last 18 years. I have no plea of defence, I am guilty."

"Aston, Harlan, do you have anything to say about Aston?"

Aston spoke up, "Well it is true that he was quite gentle most of the time, and I enjoyed his sucking of my cock, but making us do things, with Cordell, was not nice. I suggest defrocking and exile, kind sir."

"As with the group of younger priors, aged under 31, I will reserve my judgement until I have heard from all of you five."

Lieutenant, "Handcuff Algar to the bar on the wall over there, and have him stand for the rest of these proceedings."

Suddenly, at this point, Heath Waye stood up and speaking quite firmly said, "Dear kind sir, I am the oldest of the three former squires of the late Lord Wymar. May I please beg your indulgence to explain how Hayden, Colby and I came to be here? Might I also please suggest that you save yourself time, and the young ears of the boys here, by dealing with Roulant and Berolt together. They are the worst partners in crime whom you will hear about today."

"Of course, Heath, you and these other 23 boys are the bosses here today, and I am just simply here to establish a clear picture of what has been going on, so that the injustices you have suffered are properly dealt with by My Lord Cristall."

"We were some of the squires of one of the Lords of the retinue of John de Vere, 13th Earl of Oxford, who was loyal to Henry Tudor, now Our Gracious Sovereign King Henry VII. My Lord was Lord Wymar and he and his retinue stopped here at Lees Priory as we headed north to My Lord's castle near Bucstones. Sadly, My Lord Wymar died of his wounds, at this priory. The soldiers and older squires decided to move on, but they had no use for us 3 younger squires, so we were left at this Priory."

"And also, please, kind sir, once these two have identified themselves, and though it is going to pain me, I wish, the 11-year-old squire that I am, to tell you what these two horrid men did to us. I don't trust them to be completely honest. After I've said my bit, they can give us their sob stories, but I want you to know how totally vile these two men are, first."

Colby Woottone, ex-squire of Lord Wymar (10) and Friar Hale Roulant (39)

Heath Waye, ex-squire of Lord Wymar (11) and Friar Bradley Berolt (41)

"Friar Roulant, come forward."

"My name is Hale, Hale Roulant sir.

"Friar Berolt, come forward."

"My name is Bradley, Bradley Berolt sir.

"OK, Roulant, Berolt, stand to the side, at attention."

"Dear, kind sir, I feel that this is going to become quite emotional for me. I know it is irregular, but would you mind if I sit and Colby with me." Heath was already finding it hard to utter his words.

"Of course, Heath. Lieutenant, bring up a bench for these two boys."

Heath and Colby sat on the bench, with Heath on the right and Colby on the left, they held each other's adjacent hands. Just as the bench was placed, Hayden and Edward joined them and so four friends were all holding hands together, Hayden to Colby, and Edward to Hayden.

"Just a few minutes after Odibrand took Hayden away, after Compline on Monday the 29th of October, these two came in and grabbed us. They were quite rough and ended up pulling both of us along by our earlobes, we screamed and they just said 'shut up you urchins'. Roulant dragged Colby while Bradley bent my ear back. They took us to the balneum and literally ripped all our clothes off and threw them in a fire. They were quite nice clothes too; they were made for us by Lady Wymar and her sisters; I miss those clothes.

Berolt said, 'Your friends have abandoned you, squirts, now you'll learn your place here at Lees.' With that we were lifted and dunked in the bath, we were held under for quite a few seconds and we began to splutter, and then they let us up. 'Can't take a good dunking, eh, you little brats.'

Then they fetched these hollow pieces of wood and forced them into our back holes. Then they poured water down through the holes until we felt quite full and then they took us over to the drain hole and told us to let go of the water. I won't keep on saying it, but please remember that, at all times, Colby was being molested by Roulant and I was being molested by Berolt.

After this they stuck a smaller piece of wood in each of our arses and left it there, saying we were to hold it in or we would suffer more. It hurt quite a bit but we were, by now, so scared, we just obeyed. A few blankets were then fetched by Roulant and spread around the floor and over one of the benches.

We were then each spanked about twenty times, most cruelly and harshly, with some large paddles. This was then followed up with more beatings using their hands, whips and belts. They even turned us over and using some old tassels, attached to short pieces of wood, whipped our poor little willies. By the end of that process, we were just blubbering wrecks. I remember Roulant said to Berolt, 'I think they're getting the idea, Bradley. Lovely sounds of crying, bawling and whimpering, aren't they' to which Berolt replied, 'Yes, the sound of a crying boy is music to my ears.'

They then made us lie down and suck each other. Initially, I didn't even fully understand, I was only 11 and I was a good church boy; as I was orphaned, when I was six, Lady Wymar had virtually raised me as her own child and things about sex were just not mentioned. I said, 'What do you mean?' Roulant replied, 'Are you a fool, lie down on that blanket with your head near Colby's cock and suck it, and you, Colby, do the same to Heath.' They made us suck each other's cock, and balls, until we both had dry orgasms

After that, they put these leather things over our cocks and straps around us which helped to keep those plug things in our arses. They then made us suck them, we each had to suck both friars and we were swapped around three or four times, both friars came down my throat. They pushed their cocks so deep, quite a few times, that both of us gagged a lot; I was surprised we didn't pass out.

Finally, they lay us face down on the benches and took turns in making us suck them or be fucked by them, at the same time. Cosby, poor little lad, was done first, and, by the end, his mouth was showing taut stretch marks and his poor arse was bleeding profusely; all they did was offer him a bit of old linen to soak up the mess. I was done next and both friars came in my mouth and my arse.

Both Colby and I were, by the end, just human wrecks. They threw a couple of old cloaks at us and then just left us there. In the morning, one of the kitchen lads found us and took us out to the barn, where he gently laid us on some hay and we just went to sleep. We didn't wake up until the next morning.

Since then both men have been molesting us regularly, spanking us very often and, basically, just treating us like dirt. All I can do is simply encourage you to punish them extremely severely. We were only little boys and they took away our childhood."

By now, all the boys and Edward, on that bench were weeping profusely.

"Thank you, Heath, I have heard enough. These men are totally despicable and I am sure will receive the utmost punishment that I will recommend to My Lord Cristall.

"Roulant, Berolt, I am not even going to hear your story. My recommendation, to Lord Cristall, will be that you be Defrocked, Whipped publicly 200 strokes, Pilloried, Castrated and then exiled."

Lieutenant, "Handcuff these two filth to the bar on the wall over there, and have them stand for the rest of these proceedings."

Mitchell addressing the five pronounced the following,

"You are all vile and disgusting men, though some of you are worse than others. Rather than be teachers of love and prayer, you were teachers of lust and hate. In the case of your leader, Odibrand, I am going to leave it to My Lord Cristall to decide. In your cases though, I am going to recommend that you are all defrocked and taken to Sheffield. In Sheffield, you will be stripped naked, whipped, and then pilloried for a week. If you survive that punishment, you will be free to leave this country and enter into exile, for which a ship will be provided, for you, at Boston.

Aberardus, my recommendation to Lord Cristall will be that you be Defrocked, Whipped publicly 50 strokes, Pilloried and then exiled.

Cordell, my recommendation to Lord Cristall will be that you be Defrocked, Whipped publicly 100 strokes, Pilloried and then exiled.

Swithin, my recommendation to Lord Cristall will be that you be Defrocked, Whipped publicly 80 strokes, Pilloried and then exiled.

'Lieutenant, take these five men, to the balneum, and secure them there. In the morning, strip them naked and wash them with cold buckets of water."

"Yes, sir"

"Junior, bring the prior forward now, please"

"Master Prior, I will be recommending to the local bishop that you be sent to Rome, for a decision on your future. Meanwhile, return to your office and pack up a few of your personal belongings. I will permit you only two books, a rosary and a good winter cloak. You will have a long way to walk to Rome."

Before Compline, Kingsley returned and the document was sealed by His Lordship, just as Mitchell had requested. Kingsley also reported that the additional soldiers would arrive by Terce the next day.

After the detachment of five soldiers had arrived from Bolsover, three of them were sent, shortly before Prime on the next day, that was Wednesday, 28th September, 1485 to take Friars Doyle Walter, Icarus Noe, Stuart Tibost and Hereward Barnard for punishment in Bakewell.

Mitchell found that it was quite enlightening, insightful and uplifting to the spirit, to note that none of the abused boys wished to humiliate the four younger defrocked friars, and more than they had done to themselves, so there no public displays of youthful urination on the ex-friars.

It was also humbly noted, by Mitchell, that Dudley did walk with Icarus, holding his hand all the way and if it looked as though some member of the public was about to throw something at Icarus, or spit on him, Dudley gave the person such a look that they melted away, as though they were running from an adder.

Around midday, on Thursday, 29th September, 1485, three of the punished priors returned and, most amazingly, the 24 boys formed a reception group (two rows making up a way), through which the three walked, but this was not a further humiliation, it was rather the boys saying, 'You have paid your due'. Tattan stood at the far end of the left-hand row and just as the last ex-friar had walked through, loudly said, 'Let us draw together in an act of humility, for none of us is without sin. Let us go to the balneum.'

The 24 boys arranged themselves around the balneum, in silence.

The eldest of the totally-forgiven friars, Edward, was waiting in the balneum and pronounced,

"Doyle, Icarus, Stuart, as directed by Sir Mitchell, please now go around the room and wash the feet of each boy. Each of you to each boy. After you have done that, take off your clothes and throw them in the fire; you will then follow me into the pool, one by one." The three defrocked friars were a little bemused, by the second half of the instructions, but did as they were told.

Edward placed his hands on Doyle's shoulders and said, 'Doyle, you have paid your due. I wash you with the living waters of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Your sins are forgiven, go in peace to love and serve Our Lord and your fellow man.'

Edward then proceeded to completely immerse Doyle three times in the water, with each dip saying one of the three baptismal phrases, in order,

'In the name of God, the Father, Amen.'

'In the name of God, the Son, Amen.'

'In the name of God, the Holy Ghost, Amen.'

This process was repeated for Icarus and Stuart. As each man stepped out of the pool, Mitchell addressed them with the words, 'Do you fully repent of what you have done and will you live a wholesome life in future?' Each of them responded, 'With God's help, I will.'

Tattan then stepped forward and handed the repentant man a new set of serf's clothes; thus began the new lives of Doyle, Icarus and Stuart.

On arrival at Bolsover, Mitchell handed Odibrand over to the captain of the guard, with these words, "Place this horrible man in the worst, but close by, dungeon, you can find. I am about to report to His Lordship and I expect this man will be severely punished for what he has been doing, for many years."

Mitchell attended on His Lordship and reported the sentences that he had given, in respect of each friar, and where he had decided that the friar's guilt was beyond his authority, he made a recommendation to Lord Cristall. I have already, by the powers you granted me, appointed a number of these friars to become staff at the school, either as teachers or as farmhands. Mitchell also presented His Lordship with the full account of the witness statements that he had taken at Lees Priory. All but two of these delinquent priors are with me; one of the worst offenders, but he was under 31-years-of-age, I left, naked, in Bakewell, at the mercy of the local populace. Those young friars whom I have, by your authority, forgiven, and those whom I sentenced to a time in the stocks, who have already served that sentence, I beg your leave to grant them the right to sleep in comfortable quarters this night. I would note that the four friars who spent 24 hours in the stocks, and thus endured severe public humiliation, have truly learnt their lesson; they will all be becoming farmhands at the Academy. The one other friar who is not with me is Friar Edward Aylard, to whom I have granted a position as a teacher. I am quite certain that he will prove to be a very good member of my staff. Just now he is collecting his aged mother; they are travelling separately to Sutton Cheney where I will meet them in a few days. Edward's life story is particularly harrowing. Might I please, though, crave your indulgence, My Lord, to request your immediate sentencing of this horrible Odibrand man, who seems to have led all these friars and boys astray?"

"Well, I can't execute him, but I want you to arrange for him to be whipped around the local villages, and then sent away from here with only the shreds of clothing that he will have left, after maybe 20 miles of being whipped while being pulled along at the back of a cart. I suggest a route via Duckmanton, Stanfree, Oxcroft, Elmton, Creswell, Whaley, Nether Langwith, Upper Langwith and back to here. As for the other sentences, I approve your recommendations, except that I can't afford the soldiers' time to go to Sheffield. I suggest that you spread the whippings out over each of the eight places, which I have mentioned. Have each of the five whipped a proportionate amount in each village, and then set the pillory up in the outer bailey here. I am sure that they will receive enough humiliation here, possibly even more, where many of the abused boys will be for a short while; rather than in Sheffield where nobody will know how truly vile and bad these men are."?

"It will be done, my Lord." Mitchell felt a slight sense of self-reproach over what he would be ordering be done to his fellow queers, but he thought to himself, "I don't pretend to be a saint, by preaching one thing, and doing another. I seduced Manley and Maven, and got them to seduce their brothers, but I didn't then get up in the pulpit the next Sunday and preach against such behaviour, whilst teaching queer sex to younger friars and raping young boys the rest of the week. Odibrand and his cronies deserve what they will suffer."

Mitchell heard reports a few months later that Odibrand had been caught molesting a farm boy. He was caught by the boy's father, who took him to the Lord Cristall. The Lord Cristall had no mercy this time and had Odibrand thrown down the deepest oubliette in the castle: on hitting the floor of the oubliette, the guards heard major bone-cracking and thus, in that deep dark hole, Sub-Prior Odibrand suffered a long and painful death.

Edward Aylard, and his mother, arrived at Sutton Cheney, a few days after Mitchell returned. Edward's mother, Beda, and Jane Clitherow became the first matrons for the Academy. They knew, though, that all that happened at the Academy was strictly secret. They could not help but surmise some of what was going on, but Mitchell, and the rules of the Seabrook Brotherhood, ensured that women never definitely found out anything about boys' and men's business.

Only one of the cronies did survive the journey to Boston, after their punishment; it was Algar Aberardus. He lived out the rest of his days, at a priory in France, in solitude, prayer and meditation. Mitchell received reports, a few years later, that after reporting to the prior‑in‑charge, on his first day there, and having been allocated his cell, Algar never spoke again, for the rest of his life, which was quite long as he died a short time after his 62nd birthday on the 15th of April, 1509.

On the day after he had arrived back from his first rescue mission, and in the light of what had nearly happened to Roger and Quentin, Mitchell decided to conduct a search of the woods nearby to Bosworth Field, with a view to finding any bodies of squires, who had not been as fortunate as Ernest's two friends. Sadly, he did find half a dozen boys' bodies, all with clear evidence of having died lingering, lonely, deaths. One of the boys, † Miles Ruskin (14), was known to Mitchell, personally, as he had been a squire to Lord Gilhawk, one of the officers that Mitchell had worked with prior to the battle. It was clearly evident that poor young Miles had been raped and left to die. A graveyard was created, and sanctified, in a corner of the Seabrook Farm. The six bodies were given a Christian burial by Edward and Icarus, at dawn, on Monday, 10th October, 1485. This day, the second Monday in October, has been honoured, ever since, in the calendar of The Seabrook Academy for Boys, as Lost Boys Day. A solemn service is held at the graveyard, at dawn, on that day and the remainder of the day is class free, leaving the boys to ponder on the loss of such beautiful young lives. The graveyard was named The Miles Ruskin Memorial Field; the local blacksmith made a sign with that name on it. The field has been reserved, ever since for the graves of boys who were, either –

       i.          Killed in, or soon after, battle, or

      ii.          Killed as a result of sexual violence, or

     iii.          Killed as a result of savagery or brutality.

A week after Mitchell's return, he had developed a feeling of depression, due to the fact that he felt he had been forced to play a role, contrary to his innate nature, in what he had done at Lees Priory. He felt a sense of self-reproach, chagrin, two-facedness and somewhat compunctious about what he had done regarding Friars Hereward Barnard, Swithin Rulf, Cordell Armont, Algar Aberardus, Hale Roulant and Bradley Berolt and he also was quite concerned about the case of the late Friar Jeremiah Jeremias. He convened a meeting with Edward and Icarus, on Thursday, 13th October, 1485.

"Edward, Icarus, I had to do what I did at Lees, because I was there as one of Lord Cristall's knights but, as you have probably realised since arriving here at the Seabrook Academy, I was being, personally, very hypocritical. I don't pretend to be a saint, by preaching one thing, and doing another. I permit and have even taught boys about queer sex, but I don't then get up in the pulpit the next Sunday and preach against such behaviour. I have no compunction about Odibrand's fate but in the case of the others, I feel they were badly misled, or were, in truth, just following their innate nature, just like I do, though some of them were excessively violent.

I am also very mindful of the case of the late Friar Jeremiah Jeremias. Kendall and Winton placed a very small marker, and put it in a nigh-on impossible to find place, on his unmarked grave, in unconsecrated ground. I wish to help them bury Jeremiah and these other former friars, when they die, in a special, consecrated graveyard here at Seabrook. Will you help me organise this?"

"Of course, Mitchell, if those men had been younger, you would have been able to deal with them much less harshly and, as for Jeremiah, we are both much greater sinners than he ever was. Arrangements will be made to recover his coffin and to rebury him here at Seabrook."

"I will arrange for the local blacksmith to create a sign naming the cemetery, The Jeremiah Jeremias Memorial Graveyard." This cemetery was placed quite near to The Miles Ruskin Memorial Field.

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 or become life-partners, but Manley and Maven continue to enjoy fun with Mitchell. They also then have fun with their own offspring. The extended family becomes significant landholders in the Sutton Cheney area, and they take the Roundheads side in the Civil Wars of the 17th century. Further ideas will be developed, but please see the Mitchell Seabrooks file to see the long-term plan. The head of the Seabrook Brotherhood is always the eldest Mitchell Seabrook alive.

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).