After Bosworth Field Chapter 23
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(gay/adult youth) (gay/historical)
After Bosworth Field
Chapter 23
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
Payton Chestere (18), Grant Kerrye (17), Brandyn Alvine (17), squires from the forces of the Earl of Lincoln.
Stanley Hayes (39), a sergeant-at-arms within the forces of the Earl of Lincoln.
Germund Bohng (25), a German mercenary within the forces of the Earl of Lincoln.
Sæwine Irvine (16), a page from the forces of the Earl of Lincoln, long since thought dead.
Beorhtric and Ceolmund Holland (11), twin brothers who have been driven out, of their home and inheritance, by a wicked stepmother.
Boys mentioned incidentally in characters' narratives: Arnulf Blomgrens (12), Jarl Fieldse (16), Osgar Hadawaye (18), Dudley Burtone (18)
Previously:
The mission of The Seabrook Academy for Boys continues. Fifty-eight boys have been rescued from the battlefield and nearby, at Stoke Field. They have spent a few days camping at Willoughby Field, about 25 miles NE of Sutton Cheney.
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Scene: Mitchell's tent in the camping area, at Willoughby Field, near to Thorpe le Glebe and Willoughby‑on‑the‑Wolds, Nottinghamshire just after sunrise on the morning of Tuesday, June 26th, 1487.
John and Chad, two of the youngest boys to have been rescued after Stoke Field, walked up to Truman and asked him to see if Mitchell was free.
"Mitchell, Chad and John are outside. They've asked to have a chat."
"Show them in, they'll have to tolerate me packing."
"Hello Chad, Hello John, how can I help you?"
"Well, it's like this, Mitchell. It was nice of you to show us about queer sex and all but we're not sure we're ready to commit to each other, yet. We're happy to join the brotherhood, but may we remain uncommitted, for now, please?"
"I'm glad you came to see me, boys. Commitment, in the brotherhood, is for life, so you have made a very mature decision. I hope that both of you will find a partner, in due course."
Scene: The Long Meadow, on the shores of the River Saint, in the grounds of The Seabrook Academy for Boys, on the evening of Tuesday, June 26th, 1487.
Mitchell had used one of Lord Cristall's messengers and sent word ahead to Father Icarus, the school's deputy headmaster, to have a makeshift arena set up in The Long Meadow, and to arrange for the entire school to meet there, two hours after Nones.
The founding fathers, Manley, Maven, Barden, Hugh, Aldwyn, and John were seated together, at the front of the assembly, on a slightly raised platform, while Mitchell was waiting in his tent with Gabriel. This was a new arrangement, which had been initiated on the ride from Willoughby Field. Gabriel, who was riding one of the newly acquired horses, had ridden up to Mitchell, as they progressed south, and addressed him, thus,
"Mitchell, I know you are the headmaster of the school, and now there are so many new boys, I suspect you will be a very busy person. I served my knight as his secretary, as well as some other things, need I say more. Would you be willing to let me be your secretary, please?"
"That is very thoughtful of you, Gabriel. Let's give the idea a trial for a month, and see how it goes. You can start your duties this evening, at the ceremony. As for the other things, I'm well sorted with my cousins, Manley and Maven, so please feel free to explore that part of your life, elsewhere."
Sir Mitchell Seabrook, Headmaster of the Academy and Head of the Seabrook Brotherhood, accompanied by his secretary, Gabriel, walks on to the platform, and stands at the lectern.
"Good evening, sworn, and yet to be sworn, brothers. Today we add sixty new names to the list of membership of The Seabrook Brotherhood. We also will be very pleased to add 28 new couples into the Seabrook Register. Once entered, let no man seek to break those bonds, on pain of death.
Let us all stand, and swear, on our lives, the sacred Brotherhood Oath. As you will see I have my left hand resting on The Bible; the Seabrook Family Bible, which has been in the family for centuries, going back to the crusades, when Sir Kennard Seabrook, was given this, in gratitude for his services, by King Richard I. Let us all hold up our right hands, and repeat after me, the words of the oath – 'I swear, on my life, that I will keep secret from all people, other than members of The Seabrook Brotherhood, all activities, ceremonies, traditions, rules and regulations of the brotherhood, and its members, so help me God.'"
All the boys and men did so raise their hands, and repeated the oath. The names of the new members, of the Seabrook Brotherhood, were then written into The Seabrook Brotherhood Register of Members and Couples.
"The Seabrook Brotherhood today recognises, by the presentation of these rings, the new additions to the list of couples. I will read the names of the couples and then, as I call your names a second time, please step up onto the platform, receive your rings, from Manley; each ring will have identical numbers for each couple. I will then hug and kiss, on both cheeks, each boy. All the founding fathers will also then do the same. This is a solemn ceremony because you will notice that, as Manley places each ring, I will have my left hand on your left shoulder and my right hand on The Seabrook Bible."
The additions to the Seabrook Brotherhood couples register, on 26th June, 1487, with their numbers, read: -
Couple Number
**
Husband # 1**
**
Husband # 2**
37
Kelton Fenne
Richard Hamilton
38
Thomas Hamilton
Grayson Hulle
39
Eduart Ainsley
Harlow Hartelle
40
Eadwulf Colley
Stanley Lintone
41
Truman Read
Wybert Hurste
42
John Poach
Kenelm Badcocke
43
Richard Gibson
Stanford Yoxalle
44
Anthony Marshall
Beornræd Claye
45
Dane Webstere
Blake Brownlowe
46
Alfred Bryde
Benton Brownlowe
47
Wulfstan Wyndhame
Gage Heathe
48
Fulton Westcotte
Ferdinand Gaillart
49
Wybert Hurste
Truman Read
50
Ash Bushe
Augustus Saxon
51
Eadwulf Colley
Stanley Lintone
52
Anthony Marshall
Beornræd Claye
53
Richard Gibson
Stanford Yoxalle
54
John Poach
Kenelm Badcocke
55
Wulfstan Wyndhame
Gage Heathe
56
Harley Burtone
Vincent Drew
57
Fulton Westcotte
Ferdinand Gaillart
58
Mark Wilkersone
Philip Grant
59
Andrew Bartrem
Robert Lancaster
60
Thomas Bartrem
William Gloucester
61
Fulk Hornsael
James Barclay
62
Gilbert Burgpele
Clive Barclay
63
Henry Durhere
Edward Clutterbuck
64
Reginald Wall
Geoffrey Monkhouse
The assembly concluded with a large camp cook-out, before everybody retired to their beds. For some, that was still their tents; for most, though, it meant a nice bed inside. The grounds of the Seabrook Academy for Boys were to be a significant building site for the next few months.
Scene: A copse near the tents of King Henry VII's forces adjacent to Stoke Field – late in the afternoon of Thursday 14th June, 1487.
"Payton, take Germund with you; go and have a look around over there. I'll take the two squires and look around over here."
Those were the last words that Payton heard from Stanley, before he found himself, along with the rest of the patrol, Grant and Brandyn, in some kind of makeshift stockade. The King's sentries were well trained and had caught all the members of the patrol within half an hour of them leaving the copse.
The sergeant was too busy to deal with prisoners just then; he was inclined to just put them all to the sword, then and there, particularly the mercenary, but the younger boys successfully begged for mercy, so they were all just locked up in a hastily-erected small stockade.
Scene: The small stockade near the tents of King Henry VII's forces adjacent to Stoke Field – just after Vespers on the evening of Friday 14th June, 1487.
Grant whispered, "I think I've found a loose stake here."
"Go carefully.", were the words of Sergeant Stanley.
Amongst the celebrations of success, five prisoners were not missed. Germund was not to know it, but he had been fortunate to escape the horrors of Red Gutter.
Stanley led them, away from their confinement, to the banks of the River Trent, near the Hazelford Rapids, which was just over a mile away.
"Look, we're all wanted men. I suggest we head for Bristol and take ship to Ireland. I have a few contacts down there. I think we can escape that way. It won't be easy; we'll probably have to hide and evade for months."
"Anything to escape the rope, or worse.", were Brandyn's words.
Grant then said, "I agree."
"OK then, we'll head south-west, keeping near to the river, as far as Castle Donington. That should take about 4 or 5 days. Well have to live off the land, fish and berries, but I think we can do it. At least, we'll have good access to water."
In a wood near Castle Donington, they decided to take a few days' rest.
Stanley raised the subject, first.
"Boys, I understand that you all gave up your asses, when you were pages, and you had your own pages more recently. How about doing it again, Grant, Brandyn?"
Grant replied, "Let's see how big your dong is first!"
Brandyn said, "I thought I'd got past those days, but I have got a bad case of blue balls, so, as long as you help me get off too, I'm up for it. I'll miss my times with that young Saxon, Arnulf Blomgrens, though. He was only 12 and I was breaking him in."
Germund said, "Our boys are good fucks. I had my last boy from when he was 10, six years ago. He's a strapping lad of 16; now, I miss him. I last fucked him nearly a year ago."
Payton then spoke, "I had a boy, he was a good Anglo-Saxon, he still showed some of his Saxon forbears' aptitude. His name was Fulk, Fulk Hornsael, I'll miss him too.
Stanley then chimed in, again, "Germund, why don't you tell us about your boy and some of the ways you played with him?"
"Well, I'm a lapsed Jew, and therefore circumcised; Jarl, Jarl Fieldse, still had his foreskin though and it was a good long one too. We would dock our cocks together, using his foreskin around my cock, and then we would wank until we both came. We would then slowly roll back Jarl's foreskin and catch our mixed cum and have a cummy French kiss for many minutes while both our cocks relaxed. He would then lie back and offer me his hole, saying, ' Fülle mich mit deinem Schlong, Vati, bring mich zum Weinen und Schreien, so wie es dir gefällt' (Fill me with your schlong, Daddy, make me cry and scream, just how you like it.) I would then ram away into his boy-cunt, for about half-an-hour, until both he and I came for a second time. That was the regular pattern right from when he was first delivered to me, by his father, when he was 10, with the words, ' Hier bist du, Germund, mein jüngster Sohn, pass gut auf ihn auf', (Here you are, Germund, my youngest son, look after him well) until the last fuck a year ago." He went back home, after every fuck, and I know his father enjoyed hearing young Jarl's accounts of how his Vati had used and abused his young son.
By this time all five guys had lowered their pants and were showing their hard dicks to each other.
Despite his previous bravado, in raising the subject of sex, Stanley's offering was quite short at only 4¾", but it was quite thick at 1½". Germund's was a good size at 6½" long but only 1" thick. The three squires were all just about the same at about 6" and 1" thick.
Grant commented, "You're OK, Stanley." With that said, he placed himself in the doggy position and waggled his ass at Stanley. "Give it to me, Stanley, but don't forget to yank my cock, a bit, at the same time."
Not to be outdone, Brandyn also assumed the position, right next to Grant, and said, "Go for it, Germund, ram me hard and long."
Payton presented his cock to Grant's mouth first, then, after a few minutes, to Brandyn, and this alternation proceeded for over half an hour until both young squires had had their shit-chutes filled with cum and Brandyn even took Payton's 8-shot load straight down his throat.
Grant accommodated Stanley quite easily but Brandyn did yell a bit at the rough mounting, by Germund, who accompanied his intrusion with the words, " Das war's, Junge, nimm meine harte Stange, du junge Schlampe, mein Fickspielzeug" (That's it, boy, take my hard rod, you young slut, my fuck toy.)
Stanley rode Grant quite hard, and yanked Grant's cock quite fiercely, such that Grant had to say, through some light tearing, "Hey, Stan, not so tight, please."
"Sorry, G, I got carried away; it's over a month since I raped that farm boy, he was only 9, but he was a good fuck. He was screaming and blubbering all the time, just how I like it."
"You'll have to tell us about that next time, Stanley."
"OK, Payton."
Brandyn, knowing Germund was turned on by tears and screams, put on a good display of blubbering and screaming, which was enough to scare the birds away even, and rustles of running small animals were also heard, in the nearby undergrowth.
Young guys, as they were, even Stanley was still quite virile; they only took these sex breaks about once a week. They were guys on the run and had to keep moving.
With the intent of steering clear of the big towns like Leicester, Birmingham and Coventry they headed, in roughly a straight line, towards Gloucester. They kept to the lanes, footpaths and bridle paths as much as possible. Over a few days, they passed near Ashby‑de‑la‑Zouch and Measham to then find themselves on the grounds of a Cistercian abbey, at Merevale. Late in the afternoon, they were just near to Merevale Lake, 1½ miles to the west of Atherstone. They saw no-one around and so decided to risk bathing in the lake. The lake was one of the fishing lakes, which the monks had built. Just as they came out of the lake, with the intention of laying on the ground, naked, to dry, one of the ten monks came to the lake to fish. The boys and men all tried to run but the monk shouted after them,
"Don't be afraid my children, you are on church land now, and thus, in Sanctuary, if you are on the run, as I suspect you are. Once you are dry, come up to the abbey, just over there, about half a mile away. You can sleep on a real bed and receive some better nourishment than you have had recently, I suspect."
Stanley responded for the group, "Thank you, father."
About half an hour later, Germund rang the large bell, at the Abbey's door.
"Come, come on in, Brother Gilebert warned us you were coming. My name is Brother Foucher, I will be looking after you while you stay with us. I will show you the Lay Dorter and the rere-dorter, but then we'll proceed to the Lay Frater, where you are most welcome to share our humble diet of bread, fish, vegetables, herbs, beans and mead."
Stanley replied, "Thank you very much, father, we are sorely in need of rest. We were on the losing side at Stoke Field and have been slowly heading south-west, and carefully avoiding capture for ten days now."
"Have your meal and then have a good sleep, son."
Later that evening in the Lay Dorter, Grant was the first to speak,
"We've landed well here, comrades. I know we can't stay forever, but maybe five or ten days to get well rested and then move on. It will be mid-July then and it will be quite a bit warmer outside. Maybe we can even help the fathers with some chores. There are only ten of them to upkeep this quite large place."
Payton replied, "Yes, those are good thoughts, Grant. What do you think, Stanley?"
"Yes, ten days good rest is well thought. We must then move on to Bristol, we don't want to brave the Irish Sea in late Autumn."
Brandyn now said, "That's settled then. Let's have some fun. Come on, Payton, it's your turn to give up your ass."
"I wondered when you'd ask. Let's put on a show for Stanley and Germund. When I was a page, for my 14th birthday, two of the 18-year-old squires both skewered and dp'd me. It hurt like hell but it was fun, in retrospect.
Let's start with a circle suck. The three squires helped each other undress and then Payton sucked Grant, while Grant sucked Brandyn, and Brandyn's mouth round the cock of, the bottom for the night, Payton, completed the circle.
Stanley and Germund watched, while wanking their own cocks.
After about fifteen minutes, Payton pulled back from Grant and knelt on all fours; one of the palliasses having been placed on the floor, by Stanley and Germund.
"Go ahead, Brandyn, fill my naughty ass with your lovely six inches and Grant, stuff your cock back in this front hole of mine."
Both Brandyn and Grant came quite quickly, but their cocks stayed hard and so they swapped places.
After another fifteen minutes of eager, honest, teen sex, Payton let go of Brandyn's stiffie and said, "Now, Grant, Brandyn, sit facing each other on the mattress and bring your cocks as close together as possible.
That's it, now I will hold your cocks together and lower myself on to both of them. Stanley, come and help by putting your hands under my pits and you, Germund, come to the other side and push down on my shoulders."
The task was achieved and soon Payton had two young squire's rigidities up his ass, together, and he even leant forward a bit and sucked Stanley's small, hard, member.
Payton bounced up and down about fifty times, and then all the squires came together. Stanley had a longer fuse and so it took about five minutes more of Payton's oral ministrations for him to squirt his load all over the three boys. Germund had also been wanking and sprayed all the three younger boys as well, a minute or so before Stanley's penile eruption.
Five males slept well that night. As had developed through their days together, Grant lay beside Stanley, whose protective arm was placed over Grant's chest, as they spooned together. A similar arrangement saw Brandyn and Germund also sleeping together. Payton, who was still missing Fulk, quite strongly, lay between the two couples, gaining warmth from being the piggy in the middle, so to say.
Over the next ten days, Grant and Brandyn were both skewered and doubly penetrated, just like Payton was. Stanley and Germund revelled in the entertainment being provided by their three young travelling companions.
On the morning of Monday, July 16th, 1487, the group bade their farewells to the monks, who thanked the guys for their assistance with some of the maintenance tasks around the abbey's sprawling buildings.
As they left, Stanley addressed the group, "Bristol's only 100 miles away now, we should be there by mid-August."
Late that day, a little before sunset, they found themselves near the small village of Balsall Common, where there was a large open area and a sizeable copse nearby. The boys sought shelter, where there was a soft base of fallen leaves, to rest for the night. The bread and cheese that the monks had given them were consumed and water was found in a nearby small stream.
Just as they were taking their fill of fresh flowing water, using the technique of Gideon's lappers, thus staying alert for danger, Stanley sensed that they were being watched. He stood up quickly and espied a boy, raggedly dressed, duck behind a nearby tree.
The boy didn't seem to be dangerous; in fact, he looked as though he might be in need of help. Stanley headed over to where he last saw the boy and found him crouching like a wounded dog.
"Don't be frightened lad, we're on the run too. You look like you've been running away for years. I do see evidence of Lincoln colours though, well faded now!"
"Please, sir, don't kill me, I've been living here for three summers now. I forage food where I can but I always come back here at night; my shelter is just over there. I ran away after Bosworth. Are you king's men?"
"We are not. Payton, come here!"
Payton ran to where he had heard his name called from. As he arrived, he stopped suddenly, and nearly jumped out of his skin, as though he'd seen a ghost. There, right in front of him, was his fellow page, Sæwine Irvine. Hardly recognisable, as dirty and dishevelled as he was, but Payton would never forget the poor wee lad who had been forcibly initiated into queerdom, 2½ years earlier, by a brutal squire, Osgar Hadawaye, who relished in spit-roasting new pages alongside his henchman, Dudley Burtone. Payton was very pleased that Osgar, and Dudley, had died at Bosworth.
Payton jumped forward, frightening the lad even more, but he was so overjoyed that he didn't think. He scooped Sæwine up in his arms, and began to kiss him. The boy tried to stop him, for a few seconds, and then picked up Payton's smell. Payton, being the senior page, and two years older than Sæwine, had done his best to comfort the younger boys after their multiple brutal rapes by Osgar and Dudley. He took them to his bed after such occasions; he then cuddled and snuggled them until they fell asleep in his arms.
Sæwine, through sobbing tears, whispered, "Is that you, Payton, really you?"
"Yes, Sæ, it's me. How come you got here."
"I saw how things were going at Bosworth and I just ran. I knew this common from my childhood days in Coventry. I came here, set up camp and I've been here ever since."
"Stanley, this is Sæwine, one of my oldest friends, whom I thought was long since dead. 'The lost lamb has been found, Praise Be to God'." With that Payton put his hands together in prayer, "Thank you, Jesus, for saving my friend, Sæwine. Let us be together forever, I pray."
Future: As they travelled towards Avonmouth, Payton and Sæwine took no part in the sex games of Grant, Brandyn, Germund, and Stanley; they did their own thing, which never included fucking.
By now, the whole group had assembled and Sæwine, still in Payton's arms, led them to his small shelter.
Sæwine shared with them a small amount of bread, which he had scavenged in the village the day before and they fell asleep in one tightly packed heap of boyhood and manhood.
In the morning, Stanley told Sæwine the plan to travel to Bristol and head for Ireland. Sæwine was not so keen but said that wherever Payton went, he would go, so now it was a group of six who headed further South-West. Their vague interim destination was Evesham; they certainly wanted to skirt around that larger settlement, though. Forced by the River Avon to go west and south, they eventually arrived at the village of Cropthorne. Knowing that churches were normally places of safety, they entered St. Michael's, where they were intrigued to find an Anglo-Saxon cross, which dated from over 600 years earlier. Knelt, praying, in front of the cross, were two half-starved young boys, they were twins and couldn't have been older than 9 or 10.
Sæwine, being the youngest of the six, stepped over to the boys and once they had finished praying asked,
"What's up, boys, you look half-dead?"
"Our new stepmother threw us out. She married our bed-ridden father just yesterday; she had been his nurse, since our mother died a year ago. Our father is quite wealthy and the witch took her opportunity. She has an infant daughter of her own, and no time for two older boys; she also never fed us properly. We should be the heirs to our father's fortune, but she hoped we would die from malnutrition. That plan didn't work out, so she married our father, instead, and now we're homeless, and on our 11th birthday too. We came here to see the priest, but he's not due here until Vespers, and it's only a little after Nones."
"We've not got much, boys, but help yourself to the bread we have."
"Thank you, I'm Beorhtric, and this is my twin, Ceolmund; we're the Holland boys. Our father was a rich Dutch merchant who met our mother while trading in this area. She wouldn't leave here, so he moved over."
The priest did turn up at Vespers and said that he had little resources available but the group were free to stay the night in his small rectory.
That night, Stanley began to have a change of mind. His contacts in Bristol were quite a long way ago and now that there was a larger group of boys, he could form them into a gang of pickpockets and rentboys, so he quietly abandoned the idea of the boat to Ireland.
Moving on the next morning, the group crossed the River Avon, over some stepping stones, and headed south towards Tewkesbury. There was good cover for a group of homeless fugitives and rejects; in the mid-afternoon, they stopped on the southern slopes of Bredon Hill, in a small forest.
While they rested looking out over the Vale of Evesham, towards Tewkesbury, which was just four miles away, and with a view to getting the boys into a sexy and receptive mood, Stanley spoke up and said,
"You know, boys, I've never told you that story about the farm boy."
Germund replied, "Go ahead, Stanley, let these boys hear about some proper sex, that between a man and a real boy, not a youth."
"I was billeted at this farm, and I was always seeking to catch glimpses of the youngest son. He was a real cutie, with long blonde hair, a nice small butt to die for, gorgeous dimples, and a smile from ear to ear. He looked more girl than boy but his small bulge was quite clear too. I had thought my surreptitious glances had been unseen, but the farmer came up to me one day and said, 'Do you want my youngest; he'll probably grow up to be a priest, anyway, so getting him used to queer sex, early on, won't be a bad thing.' I was a little taken aback, but I replied, 'Yes, please.' The farmer said, 'Take him whenever you like, but do it in the meadow barn, so I don't hear his expressions of pain; I'm sure it will hurt him in the beginning.'
I thought about it for a day or two, and then I devised a plan to get him down to the meadow barn, alone. It went like this, 'Anselm, your father wants you to help me with some tasks down at the meadow barn.'
"OK, G."
Once we got there I grabbed him and put him over my knee. I pulled his breeches down, which is all he had covering his stuff, and gave him 9 strong wallops with my hand, and then 9 strokes with my belt.
"By now, Anselm was blubbering, just how I like my boys, and saying "Why, why, what have I done wrong?"
I replied 'You've done nothing wrong, your father has given you to me for me to have sex fun with. He said it would be good preparation for when you become a priest."
I made him take a poo and then washed his cunt out using a wooden funnel and cold water.
I sat him on my rod, hard and fast. He screamed to high heaven at the penetration, small though my dick is and then I bounced him up and down while playing with his cocklet, which became hard after I had fiddled with it for a while. He had a dry orgasm and I came soon afterwards. I finished off by feeding him the smelly ooze.
I then cleaned him up and gave him a lot of kisses all over his body, by which time he had calmed down. We had a talk. I explained how I liked to have sex with young boys like him, because it made me happy. He said he understood and said it wasn't all bad – he had liked his first dry cum. We went back to the farm, I smiled at the farmer, nothing more was said by either farmer or boy."
Germund had his cock out and was wanking it hard, and even the squires had let their cocks go free but the responses of Sæwine, Beorhtric, and Ceolmund were quite different.
Sæwine quietly said to Payton, "You won't let him do that to me, will you Payton?"
Payton whispered back, "No, Sæwine, you're my boy now. I won't let Stanley near you."
Beorhtric spoke on behalf of the twins, "I see now, you rescued us so you could molest us. We're good Huguenot boys, we don't do that kind of thing."
Payton responded, "It's OK, boys, Stanley won't touch you, not while I'm around, and I'm going nowhere."
Grant and Brandyn echoed Payton's thoughts by both simply saying, "Same, here!"
"I thought by telling you the story, you might be more relaxed and listen to my plan. I'll tell you anyway.
That boat at Bristol ain't going to come cheap. We need to put a bit of money together. Tewkesbury down there is a good size town. I thought if you could go down there as a group, you could pick a few pockets and maybe even find where the bad boys hang out and make some money from the queers of the town. They would have paid well to have sex with you young'uns. But if you won't play we'll have to go with the cutpursing; won't be as lucrative, but it'll have to do."
Payton spoke for all the boys, "Give us a moment to think about it."
Payton took all the boys aside, "Look, obviously, this guy's bad news but we need to find a way of getting away from him. Go along with his plan for now and I'll come up with something within a day or two."
On the next day, Thursday, July 19th, 1487, Stanley sent his little gang out hunting, accompanied by Germund, just to be sure they didn't run away. They didn't get into town but did snatch some clothing, from washing lines, for the younger boys, who were all very poorly dressed. They also learnt that market day was Saturday.
When they returned and told Stanley, he said they could rest on Friday and seek out the potentially rich pickings on the crowded market day.
Inexperienced as they were, they were all caught within half an hour but, that day was also their fortunate day. God watches out for his children, especially when they are being cruelly used.
Payton recognised the young under-sheriff who took them to the lock-up. He was a boyhood friend from their days growing up in Banbury.
"Hale, don't you recognise me, this is Payton."
"Payton, what are doing here, and thieving at that."
"We're escaping from Stoke Field, but I heard some chatter, in the market, that Henry is being quite lenient to all but the leaders of the revolt. Unfortunately, the leader of our group, Stanley, a much older guy, made us all come down here and try cutpursing. He sent that German mercenary with us, to make sure we did it. I'd had a brief opportunity on the way, though, to tell the boys to make sure they were clumsy in the task, so we would get caught; anything to get away from that guy, he's bad news, he even threatened to pimp or rape the three younger boys if we didn't cooperate. Even the German just wants to get back home; Stanley convinced him that this was the only way to make enough money for the boat at Bristol, which he has promised to sort out with some old acquaintances of his."
"Well, that's quite some story, where is this Stanley now?
"He's up at our little camp at the bottom of Bredon Hill, just in a copse at the back of Westmancote."
"Is he so, well, we'll sort him out."
"For now, let's go talk to the sheriff. I think you'll be surprised at what happens."
"Sir, I think these are the boys we're looking for?"
"What, you recognised me?"
"Of course, Payton, you were my best friend when we were boys, I'll never forget your face, dirty and unshaven though it is."
The sheriff picked up a piece of paper that was lying on his desk, and read,
"Alert from the office of the detachment of Lord Cristall's forces at Seabrook.
Please keep an eye out for Payton Chestere, 18-years-of-age,
short brown hair, about 5' 9" tall, 6" long and 1" thick cock when hard,
raspberry shaped birthmark on the right buttock.
May be travelling in company.
Wanted at this office for questioning."
"Now it just happens that this notice is a special notice that Sir Mitchell Seabrook has only sent to a few of his close friends. You're fortunate you chose Tewkesbury, if you'd tried to cutpurse in Gloucester, you would all be on the way to the gallows by now.
I'll arrange for the German to be deported with the few other mercenaries who didn't die at Red Gutter. You six boys are going back to school, where you should be, to be exact the Seabrook Academy for Boys, which my old friend Mitchell runs at Sutton Cheney. Hale will take you there on Monday; it's a five-day ride. Don't try to escape, Mitchell's friends are few and far between. All I can say is God must want you alive, down here, rather than dead, up there."
By now Payton and all of the five other boys were utter wrecks of tears. Payton spoke for them all, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, sir. We'll be no trouble, we're just pleased to have got away from that bad man, Stanley. I hope Germund finds his young friend, Jarl."
The group headed out after breakfast on the morning of Monday, July 23rd, 1487. About an hour after Nones on Friday, July 27th, 1487, Hale knocked on the door of Brock's office.
"Good afternoon, Sir, my name is Hale, under-sheriff of Tewkesbury. In the cart behind me, I have Payton Chestere and his company; I understand they're wanted for questioning here, I'll leave them with you."
Hale winked at Payton and gave a tap on his nose. By that, Payton knew that the tough stance was all a show, for the two guards who had accompanied Hale.
Within moments, Brock had led them into his ante-room and things changed completely. He hugged Payton and said, "Welcome to your new home, Payton, and who do we have here?"
Taken aback a little, Payton responded, "Thank you, sir."
"Hey, no more of that siring please, my name's Brock; we're all on first name terms round here."
"Brinley, please go and find James and his partner, tell them I need them; I suspect they'll come running."
"Sorry, Payton, just had to organise something. On with the introductions, please."
"These two strapping young squires are Grant and Brandyn, while these three younger ones are Sæwine, and twins Beorhtric, and Ceolmund."
Just then the door burst open and a panting but sprightly young boy ran in, looked around, and literally threw himself at Payton, who fortunately still had his wits about him enough, that he caught the young jack-in-a-box.
"You're alive, you're alive, and here, praise be to the Lord God Almighty."
"Hello Fulk, that was some greeting. I thought I'd never see you again. I'm sorry but I've got a new boyfriend now," and, putting his arms around the boy sitting beside him, continued "Sæwine, Sæwine Irvine."
"Well, that's OK, then. Payton, please meet my husband, James Barclay. Ooh, maybe I shouldn't have said that."
"It's OK, Fulk, these boys will all be brotherhood members soon. At least, I think so."
"Payton, what about these two Holland boys, are they with us?"
While Hale was not a brotherhood member, the sheriff had a little idea of what Seabrook was really about: he had, accordingly, briefed Hale; inevitably Hale, therefore, gave his old boyhood friend a few hints.
"They've declined up till now, but I'm sure that Grant and Brandyn can sweet-talk them soon enough. After all, Beorhtric's been cuddling up to Grant, night and day, for the last five days, and Ceolmund's been under Brandyn's left arm, the whole trip here."
I think it's time to head up to Mitchell's office.
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 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 – there are just some 15 key back story sub-sections to be completed, in just one chapter, and then all the remaining chapters, after the already published chapter 1, will all be submitted, in a rush, so to say. 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 quarter of 2021.)
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).