After Bosworth Field Chapter 19
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(gay/adult youth) (gay/historical)
After Bosworth Field
Chapter 19
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
The scholars of The Seabrook Academy for Boys: Ryder Froste (8), Dudley Daw (9),
Roger Rowbotham (9), Hayden Underwoode (9), Nixon Bone (10),
Lyndon Diccon (10), Edgar Goodmane (10), Landyn Kinsleye (10),
Wilton Willoughbye (10), Colby Woottone (10), Egbert Colley (13),
Esmond Cooke (11), Esmond Farnhame (11), Hedley Harrelle (11),
Roger Lake (11), Oswin Underhille (11), Heath Waye (11), Osbert Yves (11),
Camdyn Broadbente (12), Kendall Beane (12), Quentin Brook (12),
Winton Horne (12), Leland Kinsleye (12), Aston Cooke (13), Ælfric Hambletone (13),
Danior and Vano Heron (13), Leigh Ewart (13), Landan Foxe (13),
Cuthbert Kerrye (13), Leofsige Irvine (13), Nathan Rowbotham (13),
Easton Tathame (13), Eduart Baine (14), Slade Boatwrighte (14),
Tatton Brooke (14), Winton Ferant (14), Sanford Grovese (14),
Harlan Maxwells (14), Everard Prendergast (14), Tatum Airaldii (15),
Fergus Rowbotham (15), Osborn Stidolphe (15), Clifton Tathame (15),
Edvin Wimark (15), Ainsley Ewart (16), Tattan Hawarde (16), Thorley Lintone (16),
Kendall Tancock (16), Presley Batkin (17), and Becket Kinsleye (17)
{Manley, Maven, Barden, Hugh, Aldwin, and John are, of course, also scholars of the academy}
The senior lieutenant in the small detachment of Lord Cristall's forces, stationed at the academy: Brock Kinsleye (37)
Soldiers in the small detachment of Lord Cristall's forces, stationed at the academy: Truman Vancee (20) and Brinley Reevese (20).
Knox Yves (24), elder brother of Osbert Yves
A farmer in the Sutton Cheney area: Garry Adkin (33)
Son-in-Law of Yeoman Farmer at Bagworth, Leicestershire: Ralph Raoulin (18)
Wife of Ralph and daughter of Yeoman Farmer at Bagworth, Leicestershire: Beverley Armstrong (18)
Previously:
Knox Yves is found, through the help of Lord Cristall. Brock arranges for a pleasant night, for Knox, with a rent boy, in Rhyl, where Knox had been imprisoned for some weeks, before they rode back to Sutton Cheney, where he was mightily welcomed by his younger brother, Osbert. Knox became a new teacher for the second academic year of The Seabrook Academy for Boys.
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A few days before Christmas 1486, Mitchell went to the local big town, Leicester, to buy some presents for the boys, taking a few cloaks as usual. He bought lots of toys for the younger boys and other items for the older ones. Mitchell finally visited the local baker, Sawyer Jerome, intending to buy some fresh bread, for the trip back home. Mitchell got chatting, with Sawyer, about the academy and what he was achieving through that school. The baker told him about a group of boys living rough at Thurmaston, just under four miles NNW of Leicester's central township.
"I saw them begging in the summer and I even noticed that some went off with queer men sometimes, but by November I was not seeing them. I sought them out and started taking them some bread every few days. What with the busy times, not it's Christmas, I've not had time for nearly a week now; I hope they're all still alive, some of the younger ones were looking quite starved. I did my best but maybe you can do more with your school. I've got a big bag of bread for them here; would you take it to them please."
"Of course, Sawyer, how many boys did you say there were?"
"A dozen, kind sir."
Mitchell stopped by a local tailor and bought 12 boy's cloaks and then headed straight out to Thurmaston. Within an hour of talking to Sawyer, Mitchell had dismounted about 400 yards from the barn, and approached it quietly, carrying a bag of bread, but Gytha sees him and jumps out on him.
"Hey, who are you, you're not Sawyer."
"Sawyer sent me, he's a bit busy with the Christmas trade, but I've brought the bread."
"You better come along and see Kelsey."
"Hello, Kelsey, my name's Mitchell. You have the look of a squire about you."
"I was once a squire, but my Lord backed the wrong side, at Bosworth. I found my way here, to Leicester, and this group of boys; they made me their leader. I've not been a very good leader, some of them are nearly dying now; but, who wants a dirty little orphan these days, except some of those men who just have queer sex with us, give us a few coins, and go on their way. Are you any different?"
"Kelsey, I'm quite a bit different. I enjoy sex with boys, but I more enjoy seeing them live and enjoy life, be well fed and well educated. How would you like that?"
"I'd like it very much, sir, but I can't afford it, nor can any of these other boys."
"Well, Kelsey, your worries are over, less than a day's ride WSW of here is my school where there are more than fifty other boys like you; many of them were at Bosworth too, and also on the wrong side. There you will be well fed, well clothed and grow up to be well educated good young Englishmen."
"I think one or two of us would prefer to be good young Welshmen, but I understand what you mean. What do we have to do? Do you want to fuck us all?"
"Well, Kelsey, thank you for the offer, and I must tell you all the boys, and teachers, at my school, are queer but, for now, I think we just need to get you all wrapped up and home to some better accommodation than this barn. Do you want to go?"
"What do you say, boys."
There were lots of sounds of "Let's go, Kelsey" or "I'm on my last tether, I don't think I can last more than a few more days" or, simply "Please".
"OK then, boys. I've got a dozen boy's cloaks, on my packhorse, which I just bought for you. There are also four larger men's cloaks, which I keep for when I rescue boys like you.
four large cloaks on my horse, and we'll buy more in Leicester. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Mitchell popped out to his horse and collected the cloaks. One was given to each boy. "Now, you younger ones, snuggle up under the big cloaks, maybe two of you share a cloak each and one of you four older boys lie beside one of the younger couples. I'll be back very soon."
Kelsey said, "You did all this for us and you don't want us to do anything for you; who are you, an angel from heaven?"
"I'm not an angel, Kelsey, I'm just an ex-soldier, who is a good Christian that runs a school for boys like you. And all I want is to see you grow up to be strong, healthy, happy men. I'll be back very soon."
Mitchell scouted around and, within fifteen minutes, found a local farm.
Mitchell knocked on the door.
"Good afternoon, my good yeoman. My name is Sir Mitchell Seabrook, and I am the headmaster of The Seabrook Academy for Boys, a school for orphans, at Sutton Cheney. You may know of the small gang of boys in the barn nearby; I have just arranged for them to come to my school, but I need to borrow one of your large carts; I'll pay you for it, here's a sovereign."
"Yes, I know the boys, I could only offer them the barn, our farm is small; I couldn't take them on as workers full time. A few of the older boys helped me last summer and I did give them a few shillings. I'll be pleased to know they're being looked after. Please, my large cart is just there in the yard; bring it back in the new year, I won't need it till Spring."
"Thank you, kind sir, I'll have the cart back in the first week of January."
Less than half an hour after he left the barn, Mitchell was back and pleased to see that, due to the cloaks, the boys' faces looked a little redder and there were even traces of slight smiles.
Mitchell decided, despite the lateness of the hour, which would mean that the group would not arrive home until after midnight, he would push on back to Sutton Cheney. These boys needed proper care and attention, which only Mrs. Clitherow, and his cousins, could give such a large group.
"OK, boys, hop up on the cart, you'll have to squeeze close together and we'll go to Sutton Cheney."
Just after midnight, Mitchell wearily arrived home. He opened the door, to be greeted by Manley and Maven.
Manley said, "We wondered where you were, you said late afternoon."
"I'm sorry, Manley, but you know my mission comes first. Please go outside and help the 12 boys you will find there. Get the other four up, please; I need all of my cousins tonight."
While Manley went out to the cart, Maven rushed upstairs and woke Hugh, Barden, John, and Aldwin, with the same words, to each couple,
"Come on, boys, it's rescue time again, Mitchell's downstairs with twelve boys."
Once the four younger elders were down, Mitchell said, "Aldwin, please go across to the Clitherows and wake Mrs. Clitherow; just say the one word, 'rescue'; she'll understand.
The twelve Leicester boys that Mitchell rescued, just in time for Christmas 1486, were: -
Name
Date of Birth
Wulfsige Tatee
16 December 1477
Dalton Walmsleye
6 October 1476
Crawford Adaire
22 August 1475
Elton Adaire
22 August 1475
Marshal Wilmere
12 January 1474
Kelton Fenne
2 November 1473
Grayson Hulle
4 July 1473
Dexter Goodwine
1 September 1472
Gage Bartone
3 February 1472
Nash Townsende
26 January 1471
Gytha Goodee
22 January 1471
Kelsey Raye
14 June 1470
Within half an hour, a good strong beef and vegetable broth was ready, and all had a good helping each.
"Now, cousins, let's create a big bed in the hall, just like the one I told you about, which I had made up at Lees Priory, and let's get these boys some sleep. We'll join them and help to get them warm."
At about 1.30, in the morning, the 12 boys, Mitchell, and the other 6 founding fathers of the brotherhood, snuggled up together in one giant huddle of man and boys. Doyle and Stuart were quite amazed when they went looking for the cousins in the morning, as they hadn't appeared for milking, which was highly unusual.
Mitchell was the first to begin to wake, just as Doyle and Stuart were entering the hall.
Putting his finger to his lips, in the age-old sign for silence, Mitchell led his two brothers back out again.
"Leave the cousins, for now, I'm sure some of the older boys can help you today."
"Of course, Mitchell. What's going on?", were Doyle's words.
"Well, Doyle, the school just grew by 12. 12 very tired, and some nigh-on-dead, boys. The younger ones will need a lot of care, and I trust the whole school will pitch in, in various ways. For now, you just get on with your duties on the farm."
"OK, Mitchell, we'll get sorted."
At Christmas Dinner, Mitchell was pleased to notice that Kelsey and Osborn were sitting together.
On the first Monday in the new year, Mitchell took Kelsey and Osborn on the ride back to Thurmaston, to return the cart. On the way, he learnt a lot about how the gang had earned their living and was certain, by the end of their conversation, that not one of the twelve needed any further introduction to queer sex. He learnt that even the youngest boy had been sodomised, by his own uncle, when he was only a few days older than eight-years-of-age; his parents having both already been dead. His uncle had died only a few months after that rape, and thus Wulfsige had joined the gang. All the other boys had been fucked at least once, by some punter in Leicester, and many, dozens of times.
Kelsey said that he had hated putting the boys to that work but he did it himself and many of the others asked, while a few just went along with it, particularly the younger ones, because it earned them good money and, often, a night or two in a nice bed, even if they did have to accept being molested for that privilege.
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.
I apologise for the lack of explicit sex scenes in this chapter but this was an important school growth chapter and introduced 12 new potential partners. While Nifty is an erotic archive, I am seeking to balance the sex with historical reality and 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 to MTHpsnym@gmail.com.
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).