After Bosworth Field Chapter 6
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(gay/adult youth) (gay/historical)
After Bosworth Field
Chapter 6
Cast: The Seabrook brothers: Aldwin (10), Barden (12) and identical twins Manley and Maven (15).
Mitchell Seabrook (fka Highmoon) (22), a young officer in the forces of John de la Pole, 1st Earl of Lincoln, who was loyal to King Richard III.
Everard Prendergast (14), a squire in the forces of John de la Pole, 1st Earl of Lincoln, who was loyal to King Richard III.
Roger Lake (11), a kitchen boy in the forces of John de la Pole, 1st Earl of Lincoln, who was loyal to King Richard III.
Quentin Brook (12), a kitchen boy in the forces of John de la Pole, 1st Earl of Lincoln, who was loyal to King Richard III.
Hugh Barclay (12), a squire in the forces of Henry Percy, 4th Earl of Northumberland, who was loyal to King Richard III
John Barclay (9), a squire in the forces of Henry Percy, 4th Earl of Northumberland, who was loyal to King Richard III
Pembridge Squires: Dudley Daw (9), Lyndon Diccon (10), Osbert Yves (11), Egbert Colley (13), Winton Ferant (14), Edvin Wimark (15), Kendall Tancock (16), Presley Batkin (17), and Ralph Raoulin (18)
Oxenbury squires: Esmond Cooke (11), Ælfric Hambletone (13), Tatum Airaldii (15), and Becket Kinsleye (17)
Previously:
Mitchell has just taught Manley and Maven about the thrill of double penetration, as a parting session of sexual activity, before he heads out on his quest to find the thirteen missing squires, whose existence was drawn to his attention by the Barclay brothers, Hugh and John. Nine of the missing squires were previously members of Lord Pembridge's retinue (the friends of Hugh Barclay) while the others were previously members of Lord Oxenbury's retinue (the friends of John Barclay, Hugh's brother).
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From Chapter 5:
Mitchell, and then Manley, pulled out of Maven's well-abused arse. They all then masturbated each other (Manley doing Maven, Maven doing Mitchell, and Mitchell doing Manley) until all three had cum. They then lay back on the bed in a post-coitus cuddle for about fifteen minutes.
Mitchell then spoke up and said, "I must get going, now, my gorgeous lovers. I hope to return with some more rescued squires within the fortnight."
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Future: Manley and Maven never have gay sex with anybody other than Mitchell, after initiating Aldwin and Barden, until they have their own sons, whom they also initiate at the age of 12, on their son's birthdays.
Scene: Mitchell's bedroom, one week after John Barclay joins his brother, Hugh, in being a resident of the Seabrook household.
With that Mitchell jumped up, put on his clothes, and pulled his boots on. Meanwhile, Manley and Maven had, whilst still in a euphoric state, wriggled up the bed and turned so that they were on the bed the right way round, hugging each other face to face. Mitchell leant over the sleeping cherubs and gave each of them a parting kiss on the forehead. He did not disturb the young couples, as important healing, bonding, and love-making, between each of the young boy couples, was underway.
He quietly closed the front door after himself, and silently prayed that he would be back, at this special haven, within less than a fortnight. Mitchell mounted his sturdy horse and headed north. He travelled roughly 30 miles, that first day, and rested overnight at an inn in Long Eaton.
Early the next morning, he rose and went on his way. Just outside the village he was passing a small copse and caught sight of a glimpse of what he thought was a 13 or 14-year-old boy. He looked very ragged and dirty but there were faint hints of the Lincoln colours and, even more, a hint of the face of a very special boy, Everard Prendergast. Everard had been part of Mitchell's lordship's retinue and Mitchell had fallen in love with the boy. After the battle, Mitchell had been so badly wounded that he had not been able to search for his love.
Mitchell dismounted and tied his horse up to a nearby tree. Mitchell then wandered into the copse; he was just in time to see the boy duck down under a wee bridge, which had been put over a small brook that ran through the middle of the copse. Mitchell crept up, very close to the bridge, and said the one word "beautilicious", not too loudly, but sufficient for the boy to hear.
Everard found it hard to believe his ears, "Is that Mitchell?", he thought to himself. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, exhausted as he was, having lived on mostly just water, for nearly a month, he had become desperate. He said back, "Delightful". This was the coded exchange, which Mitchell and Everard had used, on the occasions of their clandestine liaisons, over the previous two years.
Mitchell now said, "Yes, it's me, darling, you're safe now."
Everard weakly stumbled out from under the bridge and merely fell into Mitchell's loving arms. Mitchell picked Everard up and carried him to his horse. He then went back to the village, which he had departed from, just half an hour earlier and took Everard to the inn where he had been staying the previous night.
Mitchell asked to see the innkeeper's wife. He spoke to her with these words, "This boy is very special to me. I know you have a young son of about the same age; I have seen you with him; you obviously look after him very well. I beg and implore you to look after this young boy, just as well. I will be back here in about a week. Here is a sovereign, my very last one. Please feed him, bathe him, dress him in new clothes, coddle him and nurse him, until I return."
"Of course, kind sir. What is his name?"
"Ernest Seabrook, I am his uncle, his father died at Bosworth and I have been looking for him ever since. I have other young relatives at Bolsover Castle. I am on my way to bring them back to my house at Sutton Cheney. I will see you again soon."
The money was handed over. Mitchell told Everard his new cover name and left him in the care of the good innkeeper's wife.
The next morning, Ernest woke up, fortunately remembering his new name.
"Hello, who are you? Oh, yes, Mitchell brought me here, I'm sorry I've forgotten your name, ma'am."
"I am Jane, the innkeeper's wife."
"Jane, I'm very happy to be here, safe again, but there are two other boys in the copse where Mitchell found me. They were not as fit as me, so I was the one who always did the scavenging, which is how Mitchell found me. I had been looking after them. They were only kitchen boys and ran away with me when King Richard lost. The boys are Roger Lake, he's 11, and Quentin Brook, he's 12. They are just a short way away from the old bridge in the middle of the copse, in some old run-down treehouse. I was so overjoyed to be found by my uncle yesterday and he just wanted to get me to a safe place.
Ernest continued, now crying, "I left my friends. I'm a bad boy. Will you help me look for them please?"
"Now, now, little one, dry those tears, my husband and some of his friends will go and look for Roger and Quentin. I seem to remember, Joseph told me once that he, and some of his mates, built that treehouse, many years ago."
The innkeeper's wife, Jane, called her husband, Joseph, and told him the plight of the two boys. Within minutes, Joseph had rallied a group of ten men to go and look for the boys. Fortunately, many of the men were very familiar with the copse, as it was some of them who, along with Joseph, had built that treehouse.
Within a couple of hours, two nigh-on-dead boys were carried in on stretchers. Neither had even spoken, but they were, just, alive.
Jane immediately took control and laid the boys in the best bed in the inn, saying to herself, "I am sure that Mr. Seabrook will be happy that his nephew's friends are now safe and sound."
Jane then went to Ernest's room. "Ernest, Roger and Quentin are safe, but they are resting, for now. You, also, need to stay in bed. I will feed all three of you regularly, so you can all build your strength back up. I am sure your uncle will want to find a healthy, beaming and bright nephew when he returns. I am not sure how he will respond to there being six boys to take back to his house, but I suppose already knowing he had four to look after, another two will hopefully not be too much of a burden. I think he will cope; he is clearly a very kind man."
Roger and Quentin did recover and, after about four days, were reunited with Ernest.
Meanwhile, Mitchell continued north. Just as Roger and Quentin were being found, he was just half a day's ride from Bolsover Castle, having rested overnight at Newstead Abbey, a short way north of Nottingham. He had gone only half the distance the day before, as compared with his first day, as he had only left Long Eaton, for the second time, just after midday, and he had needed to hide from some roving mercenaries for a while.
Mitchell arrived at Bolsover Castle in the late afternoon and was granted lodging in a small room in the outer bailey. The accommodation was rudimentary but, being a former soldier, he was quite well acquainted with such basic amenity; he had slept in much worse places.
Mitchell was pleased to learn that King Henry's mercenaries had not occupied Bolsover, as King Henry had sent one of his loyal lieutenants to occupy the castle as it was in a very strategic place, commanding the River Doe Lea valley. Lord Cristall had found the castle deserted, apart from a few women and children plus the three young squires.
Mitchell craved audience with His Lordship and at about 11.00 a.m., in the morning, just after Terce, he was led into the Great Hall of Bolsover Castle.
"My travelling friend, what is your business here?"
"Your lordship, the Wars of the Roses are hopefully now over and many boys, often former squires, have become orphans. There has been enough death over the last 130 years. I am in the process of establishing a refuge and home, for many of those unfortunate waifs. This refuge will be in the form of a farm and school, at Sutton Cheney, quite near the battlefield. Unless you have need of Dudley, Lyndon and Osbert, would you permit them to leave with me, please?"
"Apart from a few serfs, and their children, those three boys were the only people I found here when I arrived a few weeks ago. I had enough squires of my own and though they were technically my enemies, I am a very compassionate man and I did not want to add those three young English boys to the number of people who had been killed during the previous month. I was disgusted to hear about some of the deeds of King Henry's mercenaries and I had been very glad to have reached Bolsover before they did. I gave the three boys ponies and one of my senior lieutenants to escort them to Lees Priory, near Beeley, a day's leisurely ride west of here, where they would have a chance to be schooled and grow up. Lees Priory is run by the Augustinian Canons Regular, but it is also part of this castle's lands. My lieutenant brought me some worrying tales of what has been going on there, but I have not yet had a chance to check these reports out. Mention was made of abominable disgusting acts being performed between men and boys; I am a good Christian and I don't like to think of that kind of thing happening in my bailiwick. I should be grateful if you would return here on your way back and advise me more fully. I will send three of my trusted lieutenants with you, as an escort, and give you letters of introduction to the Prior, plus instructions that he is to release the squires, and, in fact, any other boys there, who may have been being abused, in the ways I have heard about, into your care."
Mitchell thanked the kind Lord, but thought to himself, "If only he knew?"
"Meanwhile, I will petition our good King Henry to grant you additional lands in that area, so you may expand your activities, and produce sufficient food for the boys whom you are taking care of. I will also arrange for you to be provided with a goodly quantity of building materials, in order that the young men may be well accommodated. I will also, in recognition of your sterling efforts, make you a knight, in my service. I will not require of you anything more than your continuing work in rescuing these many distressed lads. I will even spread the news of your school among my fellow peers and encourage them to send, to you, any such waifs and strays, who may have come to their attention. By being a knight, I am sure that you will find many doors opened to you, which might not otherwise be opened, if you were just a mere yeoman."
Mitchell knelt, before Lord Cristall, and bowed his head.
Lord Cristall drew his sword from its scabbard, which was standing on a stand, at the side of the Great Hall, and dubbed Mitchell, "Arise, Sir Mitchell Seabrook of Sutton Cheney, Knight in my service."
"It is now getting late and I am sure you want to leave but, please, stay the night here in the Keep and you and your escort can then leave well refreshed in the morning. It will also give me the proper time to prepare your letters of introduction and for the escort to well prepare themselves."
Lord Cristall directed his senior lieutenant to assign three, foot soldiers as Sir Seabrook's escort, and to provide them with ponies.
Mitchell had a good meal, this time in the Great Hall, slept well in a guest room and left in the morning. Before going to bed, Mitchell had a good look around the room, just in case; he found a carefully hidden niche, where there was stored various sexual implements. He thought to himself, "This must have been Lord Pembridge's sex room, where he raped all those boys. Lord Cristall would be horrified to find these things." After putting a few of the fairly ordinary items, like some straps, a leather-thonged pair of handcuffs, and a small whip, into his bag, he threw the remaining horrible items, such as the cages and the cat-of-nine-tails, down the privy. The privy for this room was over a very, very, deep hole; Mitchell could not even see to the bottom, and he was therefore sure that these items should never be found.
Mitchell left the next morning, having spent two nights at Bolsover. He, and his escort, arrived at Lees Priory in the late afternoon, where he was conducted straight to the Prior by one of the senior friars.
To be continued
I hope you enjoyed my submission to Nifty. Thank you for reading it, suggestions for the next stages would be welcome. My thoughts are quite a lot of boy-boy sex and boy-man sex. Eventually, all the boys take wives or become life-partners, but Manley and Maven continue to enjoy fun with Mitchell. They also then have fun with their own offspring. The extended family becomes significant landholders in the Sutton Cheney area, and they take the Roundheads side in the Civil Wars of the 17th century. Further ideas will be developed, but please see the Mitchell Seabrooks file to see the long-term plan. The head of the Seabrook Brotherhood is always the eldest Mitchell Seabrook alive.
As requested, I'd love to hear from you at MTHpsnym@gmail.com with any comments, support, or constructive criticism. Thank you for your time, I appreciate it.
Remember to please keep the fantasies here on the pages of Nifty. What I am asking is to read about him, dream about him, fantasise about him, look at him, but don't put hands on him, if he is underage.
Finally, I don't want to be nasty, but while I hope you have been helped to get your rocks off, I also sincerely hope that, if you are truly and honestly on the same wavelength as me (see below), then you will have been, when you were reading some passages, and will, when reading many passages in future chapters, be crying. I certainly have been, so crying and weeping, at times, when I have been writing them. I have tried to reflect some of the realities of history, but I also regret that such disgusting, horrific and horrible occurrences did, and still often do, occur, especially during times of war, when lawlessness is often rampant.
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My mantra about man-boy and boy-boy love
Boys, and male youth, are tender little cherubs, to be fondled,
stroked, caressed, kissed, cuddled, loved and adored,
and made love to, but only if they are truly willing.
They are not there to just be simply fucked (in either end or both),
corporally punished, raped, abused, kidnapped, physically damaged
or, even, sometimes, killed!!!!!
UNDER-AGE CORPORAL PUNISHMENT, RAPE, SEXUAL VIOLENCE, ABDUCTION, KIDNAPPING AND INVOLUNTARY BDSM ARE NEVER ACCEPTABLE, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic
(Alphonse de Lamartine 1790–1869 - French author, poet, and statesman).