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After Bosworth Field

Chapter 10

 

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: Dudley Daw (9),
Hayden Underwoode (9), Nixon Bone (10), Lyndon Diccon (10),
Edgar Goodmane (10), Colby Woottone (10), Esmond Farnhame (11),
Hedley Harrelle (11), Roger Lake (11), Heath Waye (11), Osbert Yves (11),
Kendall Beane (12), Quentin Brook (12), Winton Horne (12), Aston Cooke (13),
Leigh Ewart (13), Landan Foxe (13), Cuthbert Kerrye (13), Leofsige Irvine (13), Eduart Baine (14), Tatton Brooke (14), Sanford Grovese (14), Harlan Maxwells (14) Everard Prendergast (14), Osborn Stidolphe (15), Ainsley Ewart (16), and
Tattan Hawarde (16), {Manley, Maven, Barden, Hugh, Aldwin, and John are, of course, also scholars of the academy}
Squires from the Battle of Bosworth, who are yet to be found:
Pembridge Squires: 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)
Roma Gypsy Twins: Danior and Vano Heron (13)

Thorley Lintone: A squire of Rhys ap Thomas (instrumental in the victory of Henry Tudor) who rescues, and promptly falls in love with, Egbert Colley.

Seven boys from Tamworth, orphaned after the outbreak of sweating sickness, in Tamworth, in early 1486: The Rowbotham boys - Roger (9), Nathan (13) and Fergus (15), Ryder Froste (8), Wilton Willoughbye (10), Camdyn Broadbente (12), Slade Boatwrighte (14)

 

Previously:

 

The four former squires of Lord Oxenbury, and 2 orphan Roma boys, have been rescued by Mitchell and 39 boys and young men are now scholars at The Seabrook Academy for Boys.

 

There still remain missing six of the former squires of Lord Pembridge

 

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From Chapter 4:

 

Hugh haltingly said,

 

"Whilst I do not know where all the boys are, I certainly remember the names and ages of all the other boys. I hope they are all still alive, because some of them stayed behind at Lord Pembridge's castle, and I fear that Henry's mercenaries may have sacked that castle and killed anyone they found there, but these are the boys' names and their ages: -

 

Dudley Daw (9), {rescued in Chapter 7}
Lyndon Diccon (10), {rescued in Chapter 7}
Osbert Yves (11), {rescued in Chapter 7}
Egbert Colley (13),
Winton Ferant (14),
Edvin Wimark (15),
Kendall Tancock (16),
Presley Batkin (17),
Ralph Raoulin (18)

 

The three younger ones were left back at the castle, but all the squires older than me were somewhere around the battle. Lord Pembridge's castle is about 75 miles north of here, near Sheffield."

 

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Scene: Bosworth Field, in the early evening of Monday, 22nd August 1485. Three boys wandering the battlefield, two thirteen-year-olds, and one fifteen-year-old, some of the squires of Rhys ap Thomas who was instrumental in the victory of Henry Tudor at the Battle of Bosworth. He remained a faithful supporter of Henry and was rewarded with lands and offices in South Wales.

 

One of the thirteen-year-olds, cheerily noted, "What do we have here, boys, a Pembridge squire, no less! He'll do."

 

They grabbed the young lad, who was the same age as them, tied him up and dragged him to a nearby tree. They then ripped off all his clothes, except his underwear. They had been looking for an opposition squire to humiliate. Laughing at their jape, they then pee'd all over him, threw mud at him, and then left on their patrol.

 

Egbert, for this was Egbert Colley (13), former squire to Lord Pembridge, and a friend of Hugh Barclay, struggled to free himself from the ropes, but they were too tight; he began to shiver with the night cold. About an hour later, the 15-year-old came back and untied him, he had brought some water in a bucket and some linen and washed Egbert.

 

"I'm sorry for the horrible things those younger boys did to you. They were torn up about the fact that one of their fellow squires, a close friend, who was only 12-years-old; he should have been far enough back to escape injury, died from the shrapnel from a stray bomb from the king's troops. They had vowed to kill a boy on the other side, but I persuaded them that there had been enough killing that day and why should another young squire die just to sate their desire for revenge. They accepted my advice but insisted that they be allowed to humiliate a squire from the other side, so I reluctantly agreed. I've brought some clothes that I scavenged from the battlefield, some are very big for a boy of your age, but at least they should help to restore your warmth"

 

Thorley then hugged Egbert to use the age-old technique of shared body warmth to help revive a cold person.

 

"ThThThank you, my name is Egbert, who are you"

 

"My name is Thorley"

 

"Thank you for rescuing me." Egbert then leant over and started to kiss Thorley many times; Pembridge had at least taught him something. Thorley responded well to this amorous attention.

 

"You are a very cute boy, Egbert; it would seem you are not unfamiliar with kissing another boy."

 

"Pembridge used all of his squires as his bum boys. He was very rough and brutal, never kissed us, and always fucked us in the doggy position; there was never any love, but I'm used to it now, so do as you wish, my body is yours."

 

"Egbert, I like to have sex with young boys of your age, but be assured that I am very gentle and I always make love in a position where I can see the face of the boy that I am pounding with my fuck stick. Let's look for a barn or some kind of shelter, where I can show you what I mean."

 

The boys walked for quite a few miles, Thorley regularly kissing Egbert on the mouth, until they found a derelict wattle and daub house. The roof had some holes in it but there was a corner, which was sufficiently dry to cover 2 boys, who were about to enter sexual embrace. They even found a rough old mattress, not the best, but sufficient.

 

Thorley lay Egbert down gently on the mattress and sidled into him. He kissed Egbert; Egbert responded by opening his mouth and engaging in a passionate French kiss.

 

Egbert quietly said, "This is beautiful, I've had queer sex before, but you're making love to me. I hope I satisfy you."

Both boys were now crying.

 

"Egbert, let's just kiss and cuddle tonight. We're both very tired and I don't want to hurt you. I'm falling in love with you, Egbert. My father died in the battle, and I am a 2nd son with no place for me back in Wales I don't want to go back to be with horrid boys like those two thirteen-year-olds; any more, I just want to be with you. Let's disguise ourselves as villeins and look for work, whilst we draw closer together and properly get to know each other; no more fighting for us, yes?"

 

"Yes, Thorley, I also am falling in love with you, I like your plan."

 

With that, the two very tired boys fell asleep in each other's arms.

 

In the morning Thorley woke Egbert by having his mouth around the boy's morning wood.

 

"Oh, is that how you say, Good Morning?"

 

"Well, only when I've slept with a gorgeous young boy who has a 6" woody first thing."

 

With that, he gave Egbert's cock, a few playful flicks back and forward.

 

"Come on, let's both drain ourselves and then we can really have some fun."

 

The boys stepped to the other end of the room and let go, whilst holding each other's willies.

 

They then returned to the mattress and entered into a 69 position.

 

After about 20 minutes, Egbert then said, "Well, let's make this official, fuck me, please."

 

Thorley replied, "I will never fuck you, but I will make love to you. Lie on your back and spread your legs."

 

With that, Thorley licked his thumb and stroked Egbert's willing rosebud. After a few minutes, one then two and then three fingers.

 

By now, Egbert was shouting, "I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm not a virgin."

 

Thorley then lifted Egbert's bum, a little, and placed his 2" thick, 6" long sausage at Egbert's back entrance.

 

He pushed lightly and it easily slipped into the sadly, well used, boy-pussy. Egbert was fairly tight, as it had been about a week since Pembridge had last mounted him, but there were no screams and crying, yet there were groans of pleasure.

 

After about a minute, Thorley was all the way in and proceeded to make love to his new lover.

 

"Harder, harder, I'm not a baby."

 

"OK, then."

 

After about ten minutes, Thorley tensed right up and firmly shot 7 good globs of teenage spunk, right up into Egbert's inner sanctum.

 

Thorley then said, "I have never done this before, but I'm falling in love with you. Do you want to do me? You'll have to go slower; this would be my cherry you're popping."

 

Egbert replied, "If you really want me to, darling."

 

Thorley slightly hesitantly said, "Yes, it would be right. I think we're going to be together a long time."

 

Thorley lay back and put his legs over Egbert's shoulders.

 

Egbert wet his thumb and played with Thorley's starfish. Thorley's arsehole winked.

 

Egbert then slowly spread Thorley's pussy with his fingers and touched base with Thorley's prostate.

 

"Ooh, that feels so good. I've done this to so many boys, now I know what you, and they, have been feeling, it's fantastic."

 

Egbert then lined his 1" think and 4½ long cock at Thorley's welcoming boy-cunt. He went slowly and got through the first ring quite easily, but the second was quite tight.

 

"Relax darling, you know what you've told lots of other boys, do it yourself."

 

"That's easy for you to say, being the bottom is all new to me! Carry on, though, we must do this."

 

After about another ten minutes, Egbert was all the way in and said,

 

"Well you've got all of me, Thorley, how does that feel?"

 

"It feels good, come on plaster my innards with your cum."

 

And so, after about 50 strokes in and out, that is exactly what Egbert did.

 

The two boys then lay together in a post-coitus cuddle until the warming sun was well and truly up.

 

"You know, we know each other's first names, and that is all good and proper, but I think if we are to go on, we should know each other's family name; I'm Egbert Colley, pleased to have just made love to you."

 

"I'm Thorley Lintone, my sweet young lover."

 

Over the next few days, they scavenged food from the abandoned camps and made love once a day, both ways round. They also found enough serviceable, but scruffy, clothing to enable both of them to take on the disguise of a villein. They remained near the battlefield for five nights and four days, scavenging during the day and retreating, to the abandoned house, each night. They saw a few other scavengers in the distance but kept themselves hidden.

 

On the morning of Saturday, 27th August, 1485, they moved slowly west, towards Tamworth, where they hoped to find work. They avoided Shepton and Upton and kept hidden in back lanes and deserted fields. They were very tired; after some hours, in the late afternoon, they found themselves at the halgh near Mythe Hall, a favourite local bathing hole, a deep part of the River Anker, at its confluence with the River Sence.

 

After a period of loving silence, walking hand in hand, Egbert said, "Ah, this is where I took a skinny dip, with some of the other squires, the early evening before the battle. Let us echo those actions."

 

Afterwards, Egbert and Thorley lay down naked, in each other's arms, on their spread-out clothes, and kissed and cuddled until they were dry. After dressing, they moved a little further along the River Anker, where they found a small wooded area and lay down to sleep, in each other's arms, under the shelter of a large Alder tree.

 

The next morning, they continued along the River Anker until they turned west along the Renmire Brook and then headed further west towards Middleton Hall. Thorley remembered that the Willoughbys had been on Henry Tudor's side and that maybe that would mean their farming, and other activity, was now thriving;

 

maybe the 2 boys would be able to find work thereabouts.

 

Late in the day, they espied a large farmhouse, and, fortune favouring the brave, knocked on the door.

 

"Good evening, sir, would you have any work for two sturdy young teenagers, please. My name is Thorley and this is Egbert."

 

"Well, Thorley, I wouldn't say that you're that sturdy but, on the other hand, you are still two children and I honour Our Lord's word, 'Verily I say unto you, in as much as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me'. We are a humble family, but you are welcome to stay and we will try to find you some work hereabouts.

 

My wife died, last year, after she had a bad fall. There is now just me, my 5 sons and my daughter. We sleep all together in one very large bed; it helps us to keep each other warm. My name is Marley, Marley Rowbotham. Come along children, introduce yourselves!"

 

A cute blonde-haired English cherub stepped forward and said, "I'm Peter and I'm 4."

 

A slightly larger, swarthy, brown-haired boy, was next and said, "Hi, I'm George and I'm 6."

 

A stout lad then made his presence known by saying, "I'm Roger and I'm 8."

 

Now, a good-looking pre-teen swaggered forward and announced, "I'm Nathan, I'm 12 and I fuck."

 

Finally, a young teenager, clearly the oldest boy stood up and, whilst quietly admonishing his younger brother, said, "Now, Nathan, you mustn't scare our guests. I'm Fergus, I'm 14 and, yes, the habits of this family may seem a little strange to you, but it has been our way of getting over the loss of our mother, and this shy little girl is my sister Felicity, she is 10."

 

"Thank you, boys; Thorley, Egbert, come in and sit down, take a load off. What's your story? Were you at the battle?"

 

"Well, Marley, yes we were. We were squires, to opposing Lords, but we met each other after the battle and have become comrades in adversity. Neither of us wants to go back anywhere fighting, we just want to find work, to keep ourselves alive; maybe, one day, we'll learn a trade in a town, or something like that."

 

"I don't care what you did or didn't do. All that I can see is two nigh-on-alive children, of Our Lord, who need to be looked after. You will stay here, for a while; I will hear no objections. You'll have to share our giant bed; I am sure, though, that two more bodies will aid in our mutual warmth exchange.

 

A hearty meal of barley bread, salt pork and beans was enjoyed by all and they all retired to the bed, soon after nightfall. The boys observed that Marley (39) lay with his daughter Felicity (10) on his left and his eldest son Fergus (14) on his right. Peter (4) was laying close to Nathan (12) while George (6) and Roger (8) made up the other couple. Egbert and Thorley were warmly welcomed to the centre of the bed and all snugly fitted together.

 

The next morning the boys woke to a little shock. There, in front of them, were an active incestual family having fun. Marley had his cock up the arse of his eldest son Fergus, while Fergus was fucking Nathan, who was being sucked by the youngest, Peter, just 4 years old. George and Robert were in a happy 69, while Felicity was going around lightly stroking all her brothers, on their heads. Thorley quietly said to Egbert, "Well, darling, do in Rome, let's 69".

 

After everybody had been sated of their arousal, Marley said,

 

"Well, it seems you two are not out of place, here. Are you two committed to each other, or do you play around a bit?"

 

Thorley replied, "Well, we're only just getting to know each other and do seem to be really hitting it off, but neither of us were virgins before meeting each other. I think, so long as Egbert was still present, I'd be willing to play around a bit."

 

Egbert also said, "Well, if Thorley wants to play, I will too. Nathan is certainly quite cute."

 

Thorley then proposed, "And I like the looks of Fergus."

 

"Do you want to fuck my boys, then?"

 

"Marley, neither of us fuck, we make love. If Fergus and Nathan are willing, I am sure that Egbert and I would enjoy a coupling."

 

Egbert proceeded to make love to Nathan; while Thorley enjoyed Fergus, meanwhile George sucked Nathan and Roger sucked Fergus. Marley and Felicity watched and applauded.

 

Egbert and Colley stayed around for some weeks and regularly enjoyed sex with Nathan and Fergus and with each other; nobody was shy in front of anybody else. The boys helped with the harvest, and other odd jobs, until 6th October, just as, unbeknownst to them, the first detachment of rescued squires and others are arriving at Sutton Cheney. On that day the boys heard rumours of some bad goings-on at Lees Priory, about 55 miles north, and the rescue of a score or more of boys who had been being sexually abused, by the friars. Word was that some of the boys were former squires of Lord Pembridge, former Lord at Bolsover Castle, now the home of Lord Cristall and he has put the boys under his protection and they are at some school that he has established; the news didn't include where the school was.

 

"Marley, we have just heard some disturbing, but also heartening, news from the itinerant troubadour, we thank you for your hospitality but we must get to Bolsover as quickly as possible."

 

"Well, I won't stop you lads, you're quite hale and hearty now; I wish you well in your journey and I hope you find more of Egbert's friends. Here is a shilling for each of you. Go with our blessing and keep well."

 

The boys thus had enough money to buy bread for a couple of weeks and felt sure that they could arrive at Bolsover within that time frame, where they would seek work. Unfortunately, the boys were caught out in a bad storm near Stramshall, just north of Uttoxeter, in Staffordshire, a few days later, and taken to the infirmary at Croxton Abbey. They had travelled about 35 miles in just 4 days, at the same rate they would have had only another 4 days to go. Sadly, the boys fell quite ill from their exposure to the cold rain and were stuck at the abbey until the end of November. On 1st December, 1485, they were given a little bit of extra clothing; the monks didn't have much but wished them well in their search. Egbert and Colley arrived at Bolsover Castle on 5th December 1485, and stayed in the outer bailey. Egbert dare not make himself known, though he yearned for his much more comfortable and drier room in the keep. On the first night there, one of the older serfs tried to get them to play, but they said that they were a committed couple and didn't play around.

 

Scene: Christmas Day 1485 at Bolsover Castle – Lord Cristall is meeting and greeting his serfs and villeins in the outer bailey.

 

"Who do we have here, Mrs. Bayle?"

 

"Oh, these two lads came looking for work, a few weeks ago, Sir. What with Christmas coming up, with all the extra work and it being so cold, I took them on until the middle of January, food and board only. Their names are Thorley, that's the older boy, and Egbert. I'll be sad to have to let them go after this Christmas busy period."

"Mrs. Bayle, don't let them go, I see something about these boys, despite their dress; these aren't your typical villein. I want you to keep them on until Spring."

 

"Yes, sir!"

 

"Hello boys, Now, Mrs. Bayle has told me that you are Thorley," pointing at Thorley "and you are Egbert, "now pointing at Egbert. Now," tapping his nose, "I've seen through you two, and don't worry, you're safe. You're ex-squires aren't you, probably on the run from Bosworth?"

 

Thorley, crying, replies, "Please, please, sir, we don't want to make any trouble. We've just been trying to keep ourselves alive, until we get a bit older and can go to one of the big towns, and learn a trade or something. But you've found us out; I suppose we're going to die now."

 

"Calm yourself, lad, a few months ago 24 lads, like you, were here; they are now all safe under my lordly protection, at Sutton Cheney, where one of my knights has established The Seabrook Academy for Boys. A special school just for boys like you. Now, the weather is too cold for you to travel more, at this time of year. I want you to please stay here until Spring. I will then send you, with a letter, to Sir Mitchell; I am sure he will welcome you with open arms.

 

You can continue to help Mrs. Bayle and other people around the castle, but, on Sundays, I want you both to attend family dinner in the keep. In the meantime, I will arrange for you to be given some better clothes; they won't set you apart but rather make you look more like my other serfs and villeins."

 

"Thank you, thank you, kind sir. We will look to do our best at all times, and will behave well, as we know how, at your family dinner."

 

"Carry on with your Christmas dinner while I give special instructions to Mrs. Bayle."

 

The Lord Cristall walked back across to Mrs. Bayle and said,

 

"Mrs. Bayle, I don't want to embarrass these boys, as I suspect they have gone through quite some uncertainty, in their lives, during these last few months. Their clothes are quite threadbare and not of the standard that I like to see on my serfs and villeins. Please issue them with new clothing, and a Sunday best, as they are to be my guests, for Sunday dinners, in the keep, until they leave, in the Spring. I will be sending them to Sir Mitchell at Sutton Cheney.

 

Also, please advise me if they seem to be in any trouble with the other surfs and villeins. You can also quietly put it out that if these boys are tormented, in any way, the person or persons responsible will wish that they had never been born."

 

A few weeks after Easter 1486, the wife of Lieutenant Kingsley Appletone died. He was now a 37-year-old man with two sons, a 12-year-old and a 10-year-old to look after. He asked Lord Cristall's leave to be transferred to the small force at Sutton Cheney, under Sir Mitchell Seabrook. It turned out that the young lieutenant posted there was missing his girlfriend, in Duckmanton, and wanted to transfer back to Bolsover.

"Well, Kingsley, I think this is all in Our Lord's timing, Egbert and Thorley need escorting to Sutton Cheney and you want to go there. Go with my blessing. Give my greetings to Sir Mitchell and remind him that I am looking forward to receiving his report of the second term at the academy. He should send it with the returning young lieutenant."

 

The boys were given a couple of ponies to ride to Sutton Cheney, escorted by Lieutenant Kingsley Appletone. They took a break at Long Eaton, where they met up with Joseph and Jane Harding at the inn at Long Eaton.

 

"More boys for the school, sir", enquired Jane.

 

"Yes, another two lost squires; we believe one of them will find some of his friends there."

 

When they arrived at Sutton Cheney, the lieutenant needed to report to the detachment quarters and so he took the ponies to the stables; at the same time, he directed the boys to knock on the front door.

 

"Go ahead boys, knock on the front door. You'll find, it's the boys, like you, who are really in charge here, the adults just guide and teach them, so don't feel you need to go to the back door; your entry here will always be the front door."

 

Thorley knocked on the door of the Seabrook house. Maven answered the door and immediately recognised Egbert from Hugh's clear descriptions.

 

Barden, who was often to be found near Maven, was asked, by Marley, to fetch Hugh from their room.

 

A minute or two later, Hugh came downstairs shouting "What's the kerfuffle, Maven?"

 

But just as he has said the words he has arrived in the lobby and notices Egbert. Egbert was the Pembridge squire of the year before him and he and Hugh had occasionally been required to service Lord Pembridge together, he had even sometimes made them beat each other with the paddle to save him the trouble. They hated Lord Pembridge for this debasement of the friendship that the two boys had developed. Hugh simply flung his arms around Egbert and wailed. Thorley stood there a little dumbstruck, but also knowing, because Egbert had, of course, shared, with Thorley, all of his horrible history, at Lord Pembridge's castle. After about fifteen minutes, calm was restored and Hugh and Egbert stepped back from each other and started to speak at the same time. Hugh, having learnt a lot from Mitchell about proper behaviour and etiquette said, "You, first."

 

Maven briefly interrupted and asked Manley, Aldwin and John, who had appeared because of all the kerfuffle to bring some ale, while the group retired to the parlour.

 

Egbert recounted the tale of Thorley, and he, becoming lovers.

 

"I'm sorry Hugh, I've never forgotten you and how we greatly supported each other through the terrible events at Lord Pembridge's castle but I am now truly in love with Thorley"

 

"I never forgot, you, either Egbert, I also have now found a new love with Barden."

 

The two couples mouth, but not French, kiss, all around, and two new boys join the Seabrook household.

 

Having been 'taught' to call Mitchell, by his first name, Thorley spoke up and said, "While we were at Bolsover, for the winter, we heard about an outbreak of sweating sickness in Tamworth. We met a lovely, but slightly strange, family, who we stayed with for a few weeks, while we were on the run, so to say. Their family name was Rowbotham, do you think there is some way enquiries could be made as to their welfare, please, Mitchell?"

 

"We will know within the week."

 

Mitchell instructed Kingsley to send a soldier to enquire, and to issue him with a pony.

 

"If there are any orphan boys there, without care and protection, he is to billet them somewhere appropriate, a good inn, or a well soft barn, if there are too many of them, and he is to take this letter to the lieutenant at Tamworth Castle, so that a message may be sent straight back here, post-haste."

 

The soldier finds Roger (9), Felicity (11), Nathan (13) and Fergus (15) had survived the outbreak, but their father, and the two youngest children, had died; they had all been taken in by the nuns at Polesworth Abbey. The soldier also found four other orphan boys who had been lodged by the nuns. They were: -

 

Ryder Froste (8)

Wilton Willoughbye (10)

Camdyn Broadbente (12)

Slade Boatwrighte (14)

 

The soldier reported to the lieutenant at Tamworth Castle and a messenger was despatched, post‑haste. Transport was sent back to collect the 7 boys and 1 girl. The boys and Felicity arrived about three weeks after Egbert and Thorley had. Felicity was given work as an assistant to Mrs. Clitherow.

 

The school's population thus grew from 39 to 48 for the third term of the 1485/86 academic year.

 

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.

 

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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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).