After Bosworth Field Chapter 22
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(gay/adult youth) (gay/historical)
After Bosworth Field
Chapter 22
Cast: The Seabrook brothers: Aldwin (10), Barden (12) and identical twins Manley and Maven (15).
Mitchell Seabrook (fka Highmoon) (22), a young officer in the forces of John de la Pole, 1st Earl of Lincoln, who was loyal to King Richard III.
Hugh Barclay (12), John Barclay (9), distant cousins of the Seabrook brothers and life partners of Barden and Aldwin, respectively
For the full cast, see Chapter 21, only new characters, as introduced through this chapter, are listed below.
Mark Wilkersone (14). The orphaned son of a defrocked priest who had Yorkist sympathies.
Payton Chestere (18). A missing squire.
Previously:
The mission of The Seabrook Academy for Boys continues. Fifty-eight boys have been rescued from the battlefield and nearby, at Stoke Field. 44 bodies have been brought to the grounds of The Seabrook Academy for Boys where they have been buried in either The Miles Ruskin Memorial Field or a new graveyard named The Matthew Dextere Memorial Field, which has been established, specifically, for close relatives and deceased partners of brotherhood members, who had died before having the opportunity to join the brotherhood.
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Scene: A camping area, at Willoughby Field, near to Thorpe le Glebe and Willoughby‑on‑the‑Wolds, Nottinghamshire on Friday, June 22nd, 1487.
On the campsite are 68 men and boys. 58 of the party were rescued boys. One of the men was a rescued soldier, Augustus Saxon (32), who was partnered with one of the boys, Ash Bushe (16). The other 9 were the Seabrook Brotherhood rescue team, who had scouted Stoke Field after the battle and rescued the 58 boys. They were, of course: - Mitchell Seabrook; his older cousins, the original Seabrook twins, Manley and Maven; the Brotherhood soldiers Brock, Brinley and Truman; and three older Seabrook boys, Fergus, Clifton, and Everard.
Early in the evening, Mitchell met with his two senior founding father cousins, "Manley, Maven, we have a difficult situation to address. I want to get all these boys back to Sutton Cheney, as soon as possible, but it's just too much of a risk to have so many unsworn boys and men at the academy. I'm also not sure about the sexual persuasions, let's say, of quite a few of them. I suggest we stop here for a day or two, and we three, and Brock, get talking with the boys whom we know aren't in a committed queer relationship or haven't, at least, definitely been exposed to queer sex.
My list of such boys is: -
Robert Lancaster (20)
William Gloucester (20)
Edward Clutterbuck (18)
Geoffrey Monkhouse (18)
Philip Grant (18)
Clive Barclay (17)
James Barclay (17)
Reginald Wall (16)
Thomas Bartrem (16)
Andrew Bartrem (15)
Henry Durhere (15)
Gilbert Burgpele (13)
Fulk Hornsael (12)
John Dextere (12)
Chad Heathe (10)
I want to talk to John and Chad myself, and I'll brief Brock on what is needed; we'll check in with each other regularly while we camp here for a few days. It will also give some of the boys a good chance for more recovery, many of them are still in quite a bad way. Let's make this all quite casual, we'll talk again after lunch tomorrow."
Just before the party all turned in, Mitchell met with Brock, who had taken the first watch, and briefed him accordingly.
Philip and Mark
Just before Mitchell met with Manley and Maven, Philip Grant wandered off into the nearby village to find a church where he might pray for his friends who had died and to thank Our Lord for his miraculous survival. At the Church of St. Mary and All Saints, Willoughby-on-the-Wolds he found a boy crying in the church porch. He was about 14-years-of-age.
"What's wrong, lad?"
"My father was a loyal Yorkist and went to fight in the battle at Stoke Field. My mother went looking for him a week ago and she hasn't returned; she said she would only be away for a day or two. She left some food but now I've eaten it all up, and I have no other relatives hereabouts. I thought I'd come here to see if the rector could help me but he seems to be away. I'm feeling a bit headachy and weak."
"What's your name, little one?"
"Mark, Mark Wilkersone, I turned 14 just last month. I should be old enough to work, but my father was a defrocked priest, so I've more been brought up to be a boy of writing and reading, not field work etcetera. I'm not sure what I'm going to do."
"My name's Philip, Philip Grant. Well, Mark, let's go inside and pray to Our Lord Jesus for him to help both of us."
Mark and Philip went into the church and did so pray.
"Now, Mark, I was a squire at the recent battle but I've been rescued and my wounds have been tended by some people from a special brotherhood, which is based in Sutton Cheney, about 25 miles south-west of here, the other side of Leicester. We're all taking a rest for a few days at Willoughby Field, just over there about a mile away. How about we go and talk to the guy in charge, Mitchell's his name and see what he says."
"Is there anything we should collect from your house?"
"Well, there are a few nice clothes and some other things that my parents bought me. Maybe we could go and collect them."
Philip and Mark walked across the village to Mark's house and made their way inside.
"Mark, I have a weakness I need to admit to you."
"Yes, Philip, we are all sinners."
"Well, Mark, I like to lay with young boys like you, in bed like and do sex things with them."
"What do you mean, Philip?"
By now, Philip was sitting on the father's chair in the parlour.
"Come here and sit on my lap"
Mark, feeling a little uncertain, obeyed the older boy.
Philip put his arms around Mark, bent his head down a little and kissed Mark.
Most surprisingly, Mark responded positively by opening his mouth and they French kissed for some minutes.
"Where did you learn that, young Mark?"
"Well, Philip, I was born when my mother was quite old, she was already 38 and she hit menopause only a few years later. Ever since then she's refused to have sex with my father, so he's been violating my body since I was about 5. We used to just kiss and suck each other's penises at first but, on my 9th birthday, he took me into his study, bent me over his big desk, aggressively pulled my breeches and pants down and stuck his cock in me. He said, 'Son, today I'm going to make you into a man.' He licked my asshole and then he used his fingers to stretch my hole and then he fucked me hard until he came. I felt his cum dribbling out of my rear end and he picked it up with his hand and made me lick it off; after that, I had to suck his cock again until it, also, was clean. The last time we did that was on my 14th birthday. He used to fuck me about once a fortnight; I have, accordingly, got used to it. He would also, from the 9th birthday on, give me hard spankings with his hand, the number equalled how old I was. I was always crying like mad when he'd finished fucking and spanking me; he would then say sorry and comfort me until I stopped crying. My mum never said anything because she knew it was her fault that I was being ravished. To tell you the truth, I'd like to be fucked right now. My ass is itching for a good poke."
"Are you sure, Mark?"
"Yes, Philip, I can see you've got a good big hard-on there. Stick it up my boy-fanny. Let's go upstairs and we'll do it in my parent's bed."
Mark took Philip by the hand and led him upstairs. Once they were in the bedroom, he told Philip to sit on the side of the bed.
Mark gently lowered Philip's breeches and pants.
"That's a whopper. Must be 8 or 9 inches at least."
"It's 9½, Mark. Do you think you can take it."?
"Yes, my father was 10". He got his right up inside me where he would straighten out the bottom end of my intestines; I loved it."
"First I'll get your cock all wet and slippery, then you can mount my slutty young arse."
Mark proceeded to suck Philip for about ten minutes.
"I'm ready to be mounted now, Philip. First, though, you've got to make my ass good and red. I see you've got a good belt there. I'll lay face down on the bed. You pull my breeches and pants off and then wallop my ass with your belt until it's good and red; I'll cry and scream but that's how I like to be fucked."
"Well, OK, Mark, you asked for it."
Philip proceeded to administer fifty good strappings to Mark's young bottom, by the end of which time Mark was blubbering but said, in muted tones,
"Thank you, sir, I'm a bad queer boy and I deserve to be punished regularly. Please now fuck me hard."
Philip pulled Mark up into the doggy position, wet Mark's hole a little with his finger and then pushed his rigidity up the poor wee boy's cunt.
"Are you liking my cock up you, you little faggot?"
"Yes, sir, it feels good, I'm a good little fag, aren't I?"
"Yes, you are, my little boy-bitch."
"I'm all the way in now you little slut. How are you feeling now?"
"Full, but happy. Ride me, please, sir."
Philip proceeded to perform the good old in-out, in-out for 30 minutes until he filled Mark's chute with his cum, which he then fed to Mark, as it oozed out, after Philip had turned Mark over; this was then followed by a good French kiss. Mark had gone all soft due to the pain, and so Philip sucked him until he also came in Philip's mouth. They then shared another French kiss.
"It's getting late, and after dark. I think we should stay here until the morning and then we can walk back to the camp."
"That's a good idea, Philip. There's some clean water in the parlour, but nothing else."
"That's OK, we'll drink a couple of good mugs full and then we can sleep together in each other's arms."
The two naked boys did just that. In the morning, a small collection of clothes, plus a few mementoes, were put together by Mark in a bag and they walked back to the camp.
Brock noticed the two boys walking across the field.
"Hello Philip, we were worried, what've you been doing."
"I went to pray at the local church, which is where I met this young boy, Mark's his name. I'm sorry to say that I then seduced him, or maybe he seduced me; I'm not sure which."
"Well, that's another one off our list."
"What's your story, Mark?"
"My father died at Stoke Field, I think; anyway, my mother went looking for him a week ago and she hasn't come back. They were both Yorkists, maybe she's dead too. Philip has told me you're all with a special brotherhood who look after orphans like us. May I be one of those orphans, please?"
"Let's all of us go and talk to Mitchell"
"Good morning brother Mitchell, here's the stray and he's brought another one with him."
"Philip, please don't do that again, you had us all very worried. Who is your young friend?"
"This is Mark and it appears that both his parents have disappeared after Stoke Field. He's an only child and he's been living in a small, but fine, house in the village. It seems sad that the house will go to rack and ruin, now."
"Mark, you look as though you're quite a refined boy. Do you know your letters and numbers?"
"Yes, sir, my father was a defrocked priest and he taught me just as well as if I'd been in one of those schools for the sons of Lords."
"Philip, as a squire, I suspect you've also had quite some learning, yes/no?"
"Yes, Mitchell, reading, writing, warcraft, and even husbandry."
"Mark, do you have any relatives around here, or, in fact, anywhere?"
"None that I know of, Mitchell. I hope I'm allowed to call you that, Philip just did."
"Mark, I'm glad you did as, otherwise, I would have been needing to correct you soon."
"I've got an idea. Do you know the local priest, Mark?"
"Yes, Mitchell. My father was also quite friendly with Lord Richard Willoughby, though they didn't see eye to eye on politics."
"I've heard of my Lord Richard and I think I've even heard him mentioned by my Lord Cristal."
"Philip, how would you like to stay here in Willoughby, look after Mark, and run Mark's house as a field trip house for the school. We already have one in Derby, but I keep that for the older boys, as it's quite some distance from Sutton Cheney. A small, but adequate, place here could serve well for the younger boys."
"Well, I think you should ask Mark, first; after all, it's his house."
"I know that Philip, I was just wanting to make sure that there would be an older boy around, as well."
"What do you say, Mark?"
"Well, it would be nice to stay in the house I've grown up in and there's room for about half a dozen guests, at a pinch; the boys would probably have to share beds."
"I don't think that'll be a problem, Mark."
"For now, I'll contact the local rector and make sure he keeps an eye on you two; meanwhile, I'll also contact Lord Cristal and have all the necessary paperwork prepared to make you two my wards, until Philip is 21, and then I will place you, Mark, in Philip's care, until you're 21. Alongside all of that, we'll make sure that you receive all the additional schooling you may want or need, whilst running your house as a day school for the local youngsters and a field trip centre for our 10 to 14-year-olds."
Philip and Mark, with tears in their eyes, and lumps in their throats, quietly said, "Thank you, Mitchell, we hope we will honour properly the trust you have given us both."
Thus, a second house became part of the 'away' property of the Seabrook Academy for Boys.
Andrew, Thomas, Robert and William
At about 11 a.m., Brock was wandering around near the tents set up for the older boys and heard the following conversation.
"Come on, boys, you must have noticed what's going on with lots of the boys around here and, as for those guys in charge, well! If you don't play along, you'll just be left somewhere, I suspect, or worse."
"Well, Andrew, we have been playing with each other for over a year now. I think it would be more fun with two strangers."
"That's true, Thomas. I've missed your cock up my ass for the last few weeks, while we recovered from the battle."
"As have I, yours, Andrew"
"You two, teasers. So, you're both bum-boys already.", were the words of Robert Lancaster.
At that point, Brock decided he would step inside the tent.
"Now, now, what have we got going on here? Robert, William, these boys are more than two years younger than you."
"SSSSorry, sir, our dicks got the better of us. What are you going to do to us?", said William.
"Well, I should march you straight off to Mitchell, and have you thrown out of the camp, but, as it is, you four have just reduced our problem list from 14 to 10."
"WWWhat do you mean, sir?", said Robert.
"Well, let's first drop this sir stuff, we're all on first-name terms at Seabrook and my name is Brock. We are a gay brotherhood and school. The only problem I've got is that the school insists, in most cases, on couplings; there is only one exception and that applies to the three founding fathers, Mitchell, Manley and Maven. And, as it is also good queer etiquette, for the younger boy to choose the older, it's down to you, Andrew and Thomas, which older boy you will choose.
On this one occasion, I will permit you to each suck both of the older boys, but then you must, before any mounting occurs, make, what will be, a life choice; that's how it is, here at Seabrook.
I'll leave the four of you alone, to get better acquainted, in all queer ways possible, but please report to me later as to how the pairings have gone. I suggest as a first move that you progressively undress each other, it's sexier that way; let the younger boys start."
Once Brock had left them, the four boys all breathed heavy sighs of relief and broke into a massive fit of laughing, which lasted for about five minutes. Once they were calmed down, Andrew walked up to Robert and undid his breeches, Thomas did the same to William. The older boys then took off the breeches of their respective 'partners'.
The four then lay down together and Robert (20) kissed Andrew (15) while William (20) did likewise for Thomas (16). After a while the boys swapped pairs, so they could make assessments of both older boy's kissing. Along the way, shirts were removed, and underclothes dispensed with, so that after about a quarter of an hour, a comfy, snuggling group of four boys were cuddled up together naked.
The shapes and sizes of the four rigidities, which were now being trialled were: -
Robert - Curved upward – 8" / 2" thick
William - Curved downward – 9" / 1½" thick
Thomas - Narrow base with larger head – 6½" / 1¼" thick
Andrew – Large base with narrow head – 5¾" / 1" thick
69 pairings between both older boys with both younger boys were now engaged in.
After about an hour, during which both older boys had cum in each of the younger boys' mouths whilst the younger boys had also done similar, they lay back, side by side, a little worn out, but very happy.
Andrew and Thomas were lying between the two older boys, with Robert beside Andrew and Thomas beside William.
Andrew whispered into Thomas's ear, "Well, I really like Robert, how about you Tom?"
"That's good, at least we don't have to fight or toss a coin, my choice is William."
Andrew leant over and French-kissed Robert, "Hello, darling, fuck me."
Thomas lifted William to his feet, "Let's leave those lovebirds to make it official. Why don't you come over here and breed my fanny?"
Andrew lay back and put his legs over Robert's shoulders. Robert leant down and licked his new partner's rosebud; he made the boy's hole well wet and inserted his tongue inside for a couple of inches.
"That feels so good, Bobby, I've never had this before, Thomas has quite a bit smaller dick than yours, open me up, ram me hard, lover."
Robert duly knelt at Andrew's rear and pushed his dick through his young boy-bitch's well‑opened starfish.
"Take that, you little tease."
Andrew felt his chute stretching wider than it ever had before, and he groaned loudly. He even began to cry a little.
"Slow down please, Bobby, let me adjust."
Robert leant forward and kissed Andrew, and slurped up his young lover's tears.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes, just go slowly and, when I tell you, slam away as hard as you are able to."
While he waited, Robert took hold of Andrew's cock and yanked away. Andrew developed a big smile at such caring attention from his older lover.
After about five minutes, Andrew said, "I'm ready now, make me feel you. Fill my boy-cunt with your man-juice."
Andrew took over the wanking of his own cock, while Robert rammed Andrew's boy-pussy very hard indeed. After about 15 minutes they both came at the same time. Robert's juice filled Andrew's rectum, while Andrew covered his face and chest with his own copious load. Robert licked Andrew's chest and face clean, while Andrew cleaned up Robert's cock; they then had a long, cum-filled, French kiss, where they exchanged, and tasted, both their own and each other's cum.
Meanwhile, Thomas led William over to a nearby hay bale, just around the corner, so to say, within the tent, where they could still hear Andrew and Robert but no longer see them.
Thomas was not a boy for lots of foreplay. He leant over the hay bale, bum stuck up high and said, "Stick it in me, Willie boy."
William's downward curving cock slid in, just right, to take occupation of the slightly shorter boy's boy-pussy.
"Give it to me, Wills, let me know who's boss. Feel free to slap my buns."
William did just that and while he slammed away at the willing young tyke's ass, he also slapped those globes, whose central hole was being penetrated so forcefully, very hard. Thomas was soon crying profusely, but also, through his sobs, saying, "That's right, lover, this is just how I like it."
William also put his right hand around under Thomas's tummy and gave a few good yanks at the nicely thick, at least for a 16-year-old, dick, which he found there.
William slammed away for about half an hour; he then went rigid and shot seven good globs of man-juice into his young partner's boy-cunt. The two then 69'd and William took a nice load of boy-spunk while Thomas cleaned up his top's cock, just as he should.
At dinner time, that evening, the four boys reported their exploits to Brock, who took them across to properly meet Mitchell, Manley and Maven.
"Mitchell, Manley, Maven, I do not think we have to worry, any more, about these four. Please meet Robert and his partner Andrew, and William and his partner Thomas."
"Welcome to the fold, boys", was Mitchell's simple response.
John and Chad
After the Sunday morning prayers, Mitchell subtly, and seemingly idly, walked up to John and Chad, while the whole group were moving away from the service, and said, "Good morning, John, Chad, are you enjoying the camp?"
"Yes, Mitchell, it's nice to walk around the fields. It reminds me of home.", was John's reply.
Chad then said, "I'm glad that John is here; I'm the youngest and I've always been a bit shy. John has cuddled up to me at night and made me feel wanted and welcome."
"I am pleased to hear that you are getting along so well. I've stepped over to you two, because I need to have a serious talk with you, which relates a bit to your night-time cuddling, Chad.
You have noticed that quite a lot of the boys, and young men, walk around together in couples; sometimes you might have even seen them kissing each other."
John spoke up, "Yes, we had seen that; it made me more comfortable about the fact that Chad and I have been kissing each other, in the tent, when we're alone.'
"Have you done anything more than kiss, John?"
"Well, Mitchell, when I kiss Chad, I put my hand down and stroke his cock and he does the same to me. Our cocks get hard and, after a while, we get this lovely tingly feeling all over; just in the last couple of days, however, something even better has happened: just as the tingly feeling gets to its most intense, I shoot this white liquid out of my pee-pee.
Chad even dared to lick it up; after that, we then kissed with our mouths open and we had what I've heard is called a yummy French kiss."
"It's actually a cummy French kiss, but yummy is perfectly appropriate also. I'm glad to hear that you are having fun with each other's bodies. You have been rescued by a secret brotherhood of queer men and boys. I am pleased that you already fit in, so to say. I need to ask you to take just one more step. I need to see you suck and fuck each other.
Let's finish our walk over to your tent and start by you undressing each other, it's sexier that way, or I can undress both of you, if you prefer."
John said, "Why don't you undress us, Mitchell? That way we can focus on just watching each other be disrobed, rather than having to think about what to do next."
Once at the tent, Mitchell sat down and said, "OK, boys, stand in front of me and put your hands behind your heads."
Mitchell proceeded to undress the two pre-teen boys. Firstly, he unlaced the boys' footwear; they stepped out of them and they were put to one side. Secondly, he loosened the strings of Chad's leggings and lowered them to the ground. Chad lifted first one leg and then the other and the leggings were put on his camp bed. Hugh was next; Mitchell noticed that the boys' cocks were already stiffening.
"Lower your hands now, so I can remove your tunics."
The tunics were gently removed and put with the leggings on each of their beds.
"Now, Chad, come and sit on my lap."
Chad duly obeyed; he was rewarded with a kiss from Mitchell, while Mitchell fondled with his junk.
Mitchell then stripped Chad's one-piece off his chest, so that he was now naked above the waist.
Mitchell then gently lifted Chad onto his bed.
"Your turn now, John."
John lightly jumped onto Mitchell's lap; he was rewarded with a kiss from Mitchell, while Mitchell fondled his now quite hard dick.
The top half, of John's one-piece, was accordingly lowered and he was also lifted up and placed beside his lover-to-be, Chad.
"Now boys, show me your kissing skills: don't forget that your little nips are also good to kiss; in fact, your whole chest, including your innies, is good fun."
The two boys leant into each other and went for it. John was the first to proceed down Chad's chest and when he started licking Chad's nipples, all three of them noticed that Chad's cocklet jumped.
"Give his nips a light bite, John, he'll like it!"
The effect was instantaneous.
"Ooh, more please!"
After about ten minutes Chad returned the chest treatment.
John's Oohs and Aahs were louder than Chad's; a small wet spot was also clearly developing around the tip of John's covered dick.
Both boys were now smiling and giggling.
"Time to get to the main event now boys. Step across, both of you, and stand in front of me."
Mitchell then grabbed the middle of each boy's onesies and yanked them down in one quick movement.
Sadly, that gave a bit of a hard flick to John's cock, in response to which he said, "Go easy, Mitchell, that hurt."
"Sorry, John. Two gorgeous young examples of English boyhood. Sit either side of me, so I can make sure your cocks are as hard as possible."
Mitchell proceeded to molest both boys' young cocks, until they were clearly very hard.
"Now for the sucking. Lie down, side by side, on Chad's bed and I will demonstrate to you how to properly suck a cock."
Mitchell knelt on the ground and leant over John to take Chad's small dick in his mouth. He licked up and down the side, kissed Chad's piss slit, lapped at the glans, his mushroom head, and played with his foreskin.
After five minutes, he did the same to John. With so much sexy stuff going on, John could not help but cum. Mitchell relished the sweet gift of young boy juice.
"Now you've experienced a good suck, I want you to do it to each other. John, turn around so your cock is facing Chad's mouth; your cock will thus be facing his mouth. Now, go for it and cover your teeth with your lips."
The boys revelled in this new-found play and both boys had an orgasm, within five minutes; both their cocks remained hard though.
"Well done boys! Now for the coup-de-gras; John, I want you to fuck Chad."
John knelt between Hugh's legs.
"Lick your thumb and, with the soft side, stroke it up and down over Chad's rear entrance."
"That feels good, John, I can feel myself opening up down there."
"Now he's opening up, wet your index finger and push it into Chad's back hole.
Wiggle your finger around and, hopefully, you'll find his g-spot. If you do, Chad will probably squeal with delight."
John did all of this and Chad was saying, "More, more, I love it."
"Now that you've got Chad really opened up, stick your cock in him, John. Point your cock, at his rosebud, and push.
This will hurt a bit, Chad, but it gets better."
"Is that good, Chad? I'm loving your tight boy-cunt around my cock. Squeeze your back-end muscles. Let me know you're loving it."
"Fill me, John, push in hard, get right inside my dirty, queer boy hole.
That's it, harder, ram away. Stretch me open, John. Make me your little slut."
John pistoned in and out for about ten minutes and then filled Chad with his boy-juice. A third boygasm in less than an hour.
In between gasps for air, John said, "Thank you, Mitchell, that was awesome."
Chad put his hand to his hole and caught the drips of John's cum, which were oozing out of his well-stretched hole.
Chad and John then shared a cum-filled French kiss.
"Well done, Chad. Well done, John. Welcome to the brotherhood."
Manley and Maven loved each other very much and were, of course, sexual partners, with Mitchell, within the one-and-only triple in the brotherhood; they did find, though, that they needed time on their own, on occasion, and they had developed a mutually agreed schedule for such time. The main timeslot was around Nones, on a Sunday.
Clive (17) and Gilbert (13)
At the edge of the large field, they were camping in, Kingston Brook went through a series of meanders and this is where Manley chose to walk that Sunday afternoon. As he was passing by a large clump of reed sweet-grass, he heard the unmistakable sound of a moaning boy, and he crept closer, hoping to maybe see a couple of the local lads having fun. Much to his pleasant surprise, he saw that it was his cousin Clive and one of the pages, Gilbert.
"That's it, Gilbert, you made my cock good and wet, with your luscious mouth, it should just slide right up your chute now, your boy-cunt."
"It's just you're so thick, Clive, and I'm only 13, but I'll do it. I want to be your boy-bitch. All good pages know that they must become the bum-boy of a squire, in order to proceed in life."
Ow, that hurt, but I can feel you're past my rings now. Ooh, now you're passing my sweet spot, the pain is turning to pleasure now. Push on, fill me up, your 8" will do a good job on me.'
"You're a lovely tight fuck, Gilly," were Clive's words, as he pushed harder, while giving Gilbert a good smack on the bum.
"Thank you, sir, I deserve a good smack for the way I've been teasing you, for the last couple of weeks. I wondered how long it would be before you realised that I was offering myself to you."
Clive pounded away for about 15 minutes while Gilbert's mouth uttered constant moans, groans, oomphs, and aahs while his eyes produced floods of tears and his throat let forth the occasional scream.
"I'm cumming, you little slut. I'm breeding you," and, with those words, Clive pumped ten youthful globs into Gilbert's rectum.
Gilbert was a good page and turned around to lick Clive's rod clean. Clive then used a clump of reeds to wipe Gilbert's bum, as it oozed out the youthful deposit.
"Thank you, Gilly, remember, you're my cum-ditch now. Always be available to me, here that. Understood."
"YYYes, Clive, my boy cunt is yours from now on, to do with as you like."
Manley had heard enough; he knew that he would catch up with Gilbert and Clive later.
About a couple of hours later, Manley saw Gilbert and Clive wandering back towards Gilbert's tent.
"Hi, Clive, did you have a good walk. Teaching this young page his duties, eh?"
"Well, one does have to pull them into line, every now and then."
"Clive, that is not the way, here at the brotherhood. We are all equal, from the youngest to the oldest. My cousins and I didn't form this brotherhood, and establish the school, to see young boys bullied by their elders. You and Gilbert are a couple now; we will make new camping arrangements before we turn in, but I think, before that, you need to come and have a chat with Mitchell. Take a rest in your tent now, Gilbert, Clive will be back in an hour or so."
"Wh..wh..what are you talking about? Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?"
"I'm one of the brotherhood's founding fathers and, as such, am sworn to uphold our standards. If you want to see Gilbert again, I suggest you come along."
"Oh, oh, OK, cousin."
"Hello Mitchell, I think Clive here should tell you, precisely and exactly, what he's been doing this afternoon. I'll stay to make sure he doesn't miss anything out."
"Go ahead, Clive, from the beginning."
Clive proceeded to recount how he had enticed Gilbert to join him on a nature walk.
"When we got down to the river, I found a clump of reeds where I thought we would be hidden. I proceeded to seduce Gilbert to have queer sex with me, though, truth to tell, I think that young vixen had been teasing me, to do it, for some weeks past; he admitted the same, while we were in coitus. He sucked me and then I fucked him. He was a nice tight boy-bitch. He's my slut now."
Mitchell then took on a very grave visage and spoke very sternly to Clive. He welcomed the fact that Clive and Gilbert were now a couple, but he also made it very clear that all this slut and bitch talk must stop.
"In a few days' time, we will officially recognise your coupling, alongside dozens of others; you will become husband and husband. You are to care for Gilbert, in sickness and in health, be his mentor, as you are four years older, and in all ways not just be his husband, but be his loving big brother, whom you will comfort, cherish and adore for the rest of your life and he will reciprocate."
Mitchell went on to tell Clive a lot about the brotherhood and how it worked. Towards the end of their chat, Mitchell asked Manley to fetch Gilbert.
"Gilbert, Clive and I have had a good long chat; I think you will find that he is a much better and gentler husband, in future. Go with Clive now and commence your life together, properly."
Gilbert and Clive wandered off hand-in-hand, both with deep thoughts coursing through their minds. The love-making in Gilbert and Clive's tent, that night, was as far removed from the event of that afternoon, as chalk is from cheese, as light is from dark, and love is from abuse.
Thus began the lives together of two of the next generation of brotherhood leaders.
James (17) and Fulk (12)
Maven chose, though, to take a slightly longer walk and headed towards a small copse that was atop a nearby rise. The shade of the copse would be a nice place to rest halfway through his walk.
As he arrived, at the copse, his keen tracking skills noticed that the path was recently used. He immediately went into cautious mode. As he went deeper into the copse, looking for a fallen trunk, or large branch where he could have a sit, he began to hear some low voices; turning a corner he found James and Fulk sat side by side on a large branch.
"Hello, cousin, hello Fulk."
"Obviously, we both had the same idea, Maven. Fulk asked me to bring him up here, away from the camp, so we could have a chat. We've been talking about the battle, and the fact that we've been rescued by you and your cousins and brothers, but I sense Fulk wants to talk about something else; he seems hesitant to bring it up, though."
"I should leave you alone, then, and maybe Fulk would be more comfortable after a time."
Fulk spoke up, "Please stay, Maven. You're like, one of the leaders, aren't you?"
"Well, you could say that, but, really, we're all equal in the brotherhood. It is just that Mitchell, my twin brother, Manley, two of my younger brothers, Aldwin and Barden and two of my distant cousins, John and Hugh, were the founders of the brotherhood. Those four younger founders are back at our school and farm in Sutton Cheney; you'll meet them soon."
"That's what I'm trying to understand. You talk about this being a brotherhood and I've seen some of the guys walking hand-in-hand and even kissing and some of those noises from some tents, well, need I say more. Young, though I am, I'm not an innocent little boy.
I come from Germany and I've been playing, so to say, since I was about 7. My father and elder brother initiated me on my 7th birthday by skewering me; when I came to England, to be a page, a knight and squire carried on the games. And, to tell the truth, I'm missing it.
I like James very much, but he hasn't made a move on me, and it isn't really right for a page to proposition a squire; it should be the other way around. I've tried giving James the eye, and even flirted a little, but he seems to be impervious. So, I decided, in bed early this morning, that I was going to bring him up here and see what happened; I was just feeling that the small talk phase was over and I was ready to turn on the charm, when you turned up, Maven."
"Well, young Fulk, we don't believe in such old-fashioned niceties; if you want James, you should just ask him. You might be surprised."
"Right now, with you here?"
"Yes, Fulk, don't be shy. I can already report to Mitchell that we can take you off our list of question marks."
"Question marks? What do you mean, cousin?"
"Well, James, Fulk has picked up the vibe, precisely. This is a queer brotherhood, and while many of the boys rescued, after Stoke Field. have clearly proved to be that way inclined, we just weren't sure about 15 of you. That list has already reduced a bit, and it will be nice to bed able to take Fulk's name off the list."
"Well, you can take my name off the list too, Maven. Clive and I have been playing with each other for years and we've both fucked a few boys each, often a serf's or villein's boy. It was just that Fulk is so young, and a page too; I just hesitated because I'm more used to rough trade, so to say, not a nice, well-groomed and educated boy, like Fulk."
With that Fulk jumped into James's lap and gave him a big kiss.
"Well, I think that's my cue to leave, brothers. Both your names are duly off the list. Have fun."
As Maven left, he heard the unmistakable sound of clothing being loosened.
Back near the fallen branch, Fulk was already naked, and kneeling to suck James.
"Fulk, you know I mentioned rough trade. Would you be willing to pretend to be a dirty farm boy, for me?"
"I'll do anything, so long as I can suck your cock and feel it inside my boy-pussy."
"Well, I want to spank your ass, before you play with my cock."
"Kool, James. I used to love it when my father spanked me before sex."
"Over my knee, then."
Twelve fine hard wallops later, Fulk was blubbering and James's cock was very hard.
"Now you can suck me."
Fulk went back to his kneel; he then performed an excellent job of licking and sucking, both cock and balls, over the next fifteen minutes.
"That's good, Fulk, now come and sit in my lap and put my cock in your ass."
"Good boy, you're nice and tight, despite your experience. Is that good for you?"
"It's great, James, my hole has been wanting of penetration for weeks. My knight and squire skewered me the night before Stoke. I don't know what happened to Payton, he was the squire, about a year older than you, James, but Sir Basequin died.
I know because I went looking for him and found his dead body. I did love him, you know, even though he was three times my age. I even dragged his body away from the others, and buried it, properly. I also marked it with a small group of stones, in the shape of the letter B."
"I'll tell Mitchell, he may be able to do something for you. Let it be a surprise."
"Thank you, James. Now, ram my hole good and hard, I've not been fucked for nearly a month and I need to feel your spunk in me."
After about half an hour of passionate lovemaking, during which Fulk was regularly leaning forward and French-kissing James and encouraging him with Oohs and Aahs and moans and cries of "harder", "deeper", James filled Fulk's boy-cunt with his teenage boy-juice and Fulk covered his own chest with his young splooge.
Back at the camp, Maven met the two young lovers returning from the copse.
"Arrangements have all been made, boys. Clive has moved over to one of the spare tents, with Gilbert, so you two can now be in James's tent together; Fulk, I moved your stuff across, myself."
Just then, Mitchell walked up and greeted the two returning brothers.
"Welcome to the brotherhood, boys."
Thus began the lives together of two of the next generation of brotherhood leaders.
Edward, Geoffrey, Reginald and Henry
Scene: Early in the morning of Monday, June 24th, 1487
Edward and Geoffrey, both 18, plus Reginald (16) and Henry (15) are having an early skinny‑dip in Kingston Brook, in the meanders, quite near where Clive and Gilbert had engaged in their first coitus, the previous day.
"Hey, Reg, what's with the S mark on your chest, and Henry's too?"
"Well, Geoffrey, Henry and I are both sons of slaves. We have been the play-things of a couple of knights for some years now. We had hoped that, if we served them well, we might earn our freedom, by the time we become adults, and at least become villeins or serfs. Now, we're not sure what will happen."
"I think we're well washed now, boys. Let's sit on the bank and have a chat."
"Have you worked these rescuing guys out?"
"What do you mean, Geoffrey?"
"Well, they don't seem to want any payment for the food and lodgings. And many of the guys seem to go around holding hands and even kissing."
"I had seen that, but I just put it down to boyful exuberance and pleasure at having survived the battle and having been saved."
Henry now chipped in, "I had thought it a bit strange that Ash, a boy of about your age, Reggie, was staying in the tent of that wounded soldier. I think his name is Augustus and he's about twice our age."
"I'd seen that, too," were now Edward's words.
"I saw it too and so I visited their tent, yesterday afternoon. I was a little surprised to find Ash, naked, lying between the soldier's legs and sucking his cock. The two didn't try to cover up, or anything, and just carried on as if I wasn't even there. Eventually, Augustus came, and Ash swallowed it all and then licked the soldier's cock clean. I could see evidence of his cum on the sheet too."
The next few minutes went like this.
'Oh, hi, sorry, didn't see you enter. I was just helping my lover to feel better. Mitchell has told us we're to be recognised, as an official Seabrook couple, at the swearing-in ceremony, in a few days' time.'
'What ceremony?'
'Sorry, maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that, I've always been a blabbermouth. Well, look, these guys who've rescued us, they're members of a queer brotherhood. They go around rescuing boys, and young men, after battles; it started after Bosworth, I understand. They run a school where the teachers and pupils are all queer, and they even recognise queer couples, officially, in some kind of ceremony. That's all I know.'
'Oh, OK, I'll have to think about this. I just came over to see how you were. It seemed surprising, to me, that you weren't camping with us other boys of your age. Now, I understand.'
"And that was that, I left the two lovers together."
Edward sparked up by saying, "I feel a lot more comfortable now. I've known I'm queer for some years now and I've even fucked a few street kids, when my Lord was visiting a big town, or when we were in London. The feel of a 12-year-old's tight ass hole, round my stiff dick, is extraordinary."
"This is all new to me. I've wanked, of course, but never thought about playing with another's cock or ass. But, I suppose, when in Rome. I think you're quite cute, Reggie. Would you be willing to teach me this queer stuff?"
"Of course, Geoffrey. Lie down and I'll start by sucking your cock. After a few minutes, Henry came over, lay down and offered his cock to Geoffrey who, with a little hesitation, began to copy Reginald's ministrations to his own junk. Edward completed the circle by offering his hard-on to Henry while taking Reginald's dick into his mouth."
After about 15 minutes, this happy early morning foursome was interrupted by Brock.
"Having fun, boys?"
All four of them jumped up, trying to hide their jewels.
"Don't worry lads, you're the last four we were worried about.
I see you're in a foursome, which is all well and good, but have you actually coupled up yet?"
Geoffrey stepped forward and said, "I'm not sure it's any of your business but, yes, I chose Reginald while Edward chose Henry."
"Thank you, Geoffrey. The brotherhood takes queer coupling very seriously. Mitchell will have a chat with all of you later. Meanwhile, carry on, don't let me stop the fun."
Brock wandered off, smiling broadly.
"Did you mean that, Geoffrey, you want me for your boy?"
"Yes, Reginald, and I want to seal the deal by fucking you."
"Of course, Geoffrey, my body is yours to command."
Edward led Henry away, leaving Reginald and Geoffrey to consummate their union.
"Geoffrey shouldn't have assumed like that, but if you are willing, I would love to have you as my boy, Henry. I know I'm not much of a catch, and my family name, Clutterbuck, is a bit strange, but I will seek to make you enjoy what we do together."
"Don't be so silly, Edward, of course, I'll be your boy."
With that, Henry lay down and put his legs in the air, offering his open hole to Edward.
"Come on, give me your phallus, Edward and, ride me hard and fast, please."
The last two couples in question were thus established.
A little later in the day, Mitchell, Manley and Maven met with Edward, Geoffrey, Reginald and Henry. He made it clear that he would sort out the slave issue and that the couples were now equals; he finished his comments by welcoming the four boys to the brotherhood.
At the evening meal, the nine members of the rescue party shared a table. Mitchell advised them all that he felt it was now safe, for them, to move on the next morning, Tuesday June 26th, 1487.
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.
While Nifty is an erotic archive, I am seeking to balance the sex with historical reality and the development of the 'mission' of the school.
As requested, I'd love to hear from you with any comments, support, or constructive criticism. Thank you for your time, I appreciate it.
Now that the basic framework of this story is established, I wish to invite any readers, who care to, to write additional stories about any of the boys, teachers (ex-friars), farmhands (ex‑friars) and other supplementary characters. Within reason, writers are also encouraged to introduce new characters, such as, maybe, other local farmers, merchants, innkeepers, new teachers, other knights or soldiers. I am particularly interested in receiving submissions of back stories for the rent boys (20 of them – see Chapter 7) who, over the years, are met by Mitchell, and, because they are orphans, end up becoming scholars at SAB. Dates of encounter and birth are essential. I will still be the poster of such stories, though the author will be acknowledged. I reserve the right to decline publication and/or request edits of any submitted story. I will also spell and grammar check any submissions, and make any necessary corrections. Please send any such submissions t.
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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Other stories on Nifty, which have been written by this author
Lance and Philip - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/relationships/lance-and-philip/
(I am the Philip and this is an if only story.)
Mr Hughes and the Brightons -
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/mr-hughes-and-the-brightons
(I am Mr Hughes and this is another if only story.)
Leo, Patrick and Matthew - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/leo-patrick-and-matthew/
(This story is 11 chapters long and is 95% complete – The story is in the incest section due to the content of Chapter 1 – while there continue to be incestual elements, a significant part of the overall content would better fit in the adult-youth section – this whole story should be available, on Nifty, within the first half of 2021 – all but Chapter 11, which, in many ways, is an epilogue, is already up there.)
Jim and Pete - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/jim-and-pete/
(All I can say is - Pete is me (in substance, but not all true, though much is), and Jim is loosely based on a real person BUT it didn't work out anything like the story.)
Many of the names used in this story series are generated by either:
The Medieval Names generator at https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/medieval-names.php
which is maintained by FantasyNameGenerators.com.
OR
https://blog.reedsy.com/character-name-generator/medieval/old-english/
which is maintained by reedsy.com
If any readers are interested in receiving regularly updated copies of the Characters List for this series, the Seabrook Brotherhood Timeline and The Seabrook Brotherhood Register of Members and Couples please email me at MTHpsnym@gmail.com.
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).