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(gay/adult youth) (gay/historical)
After Bosworth Field
Chapter 11
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), Wilton Willoughbye (10), Colby Woottone (10),
Esmond Cooke (11), Esmond Farnhame (11), Hedley Harrelle (11), Roger Lake (11),
Heath Waye (11), Osbert Yves (11), Camdyn Broadbente (12), Kendall Beane
(12),
Quentin Brook (12), Winton Horne (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),
Eduart Baine (14), Slade Boatwrighte (14), Tatton Brooke (14),
Sanford Grovese
(14), Harlan Maxwells (14), Everard Prendergast (14),
Tatum Airaldii (15), Fergus Rowbotham (15), Osborn Stidolphe (15),
Ainsley Ewart (16), Tattan Hawarde (16), Thorley Lintone (16),
and Becket Kinsleye (17)
{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)
Previously:
There still remain missing six of the former squires of Lord Pembridge
Note to regular readers: Chapters 10 and 11 were published out of order; they should have been in reverse.
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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. The rapidly emptying camp of Lord Pembridge. The three squires left in charge of the reserve munitions, and armour, are becoming quite frightened; it is clear that Richard has lost the day and they must flee. The three, now ex-squires, were Kendall Tancock (16), Presley Batkin (17), and Ralph Raoulin (18).
Ralph said, "Fuck this, I think we better skedaddle. I know of a good Yorkist family at Bagworth, just 7½ miles Nor-Nor-West of here. I am sure they will settle us, at least for a few days until we can get sorted."
Scene: Bagworth, very early in the morning of Tuesday, 23rd August 1485, on the doorstep of the Armstrong family.
Ralph knocked firmly but not too loudly.
"Hey, what are you doing disturbing a yeoman at this time of knight?"
Ralph gave a secret password, which only he, and squires older than him, knew. The demeanour of the householder changed immediately.
'Come in, close the door, quickly!"
"Good morning, sir, we are former squires of Lord Pembridge; I believe you are of his acquaintance."
"I should say so, he fucked me for eight years."
"Lord Pembridge died at Bosworth and we are three of his older squires. The three younger ones, I just don't know about; I feel really bad, as I was the eldest back in camp, but things became so much of a turmoil after the battle: King Henry's mercenaries were on the rampage, and we just ran."
"You're safe now boys.
"Come, lie down here on these day beds, and we'll talk in the morning."
They each took one of the beds and slept separately. Because they were older boys, Pembridge had made them do some really horrible queer sex with each other and they all had decided that queer sex was not for them, anymore; at least, that is how they were feeling right then.
A few hours later, a young girl about Ralph's age stepped into the front room and was a little taken aback, and ran straight out again, to her father, who was on the back porch, chopping wood.
"Who are those boys in the front parlour, Daddy? They frightened me. They didn't touch me but I was just surprised, so a bit frightened."
"Don't worry, Beverley, they're a few of Pembridge's former squires and on the run from Bosworth. Even though I hated Pembridge for what he did to me, I'm still a loyal Yorkist, so we must protect these boys. Go and introduce yourself, and fetch them some morning milk."
"Yes, father."
"I'm sorry boys, I just didn't know you were here, I was a silly girl and just ran. My name is Beverley, Beverley Armstrong; I am my father's eldest daughter, and I am 17. I have one younger sister, Audrey, she is 14. She's out doing the milking, just now. Father told me to introduce myself and then fetch you some morning milk, so I'll just be about that. I'll be back soon."
After Beverley had left, Ralph said, "She was a bit of a stunner. wasn't she?"
Presley said, "I'm sorry, Ralph, I was too tired to notice."
Kendall mumbled, "Wwwhat's happening?"
Ralph said, "It's OK, Kendall, we're safe here. The yeoman's daughter is about to bring us a bit of breakfast."
A few minutes later Beverley returned with some milk, bread and fresh butter.
Beverley gracefully retired and her father stepped into the parlour a few minutes later.
"Well, boys, it looks as though we have a new king. I suppose we'll just have to get used to him. What are your intentions, now?"
Ralph, still the spokesboy for the group, said, "Well, sir, I'm not too sure. We're certainly not interested in returning to Bolsover. We're all good sturdy lads, we just need to find work."
"If you want you can stay here, for now, the harvest is still happening and I'm a few workers down. What do you say, boys?"
"Thank you, sir. Just tell us what to do and we'll do it. Beggars can't be choosers."
"You're not beggars yet boy, you show good manners and I'm sure you will do well as will your friends."
Ralph, Presley and Kendall stayed and worked for Yeoman Armstrong.
Ralph very quickly took a shine to Beverley and Harlow didn't object when Ralph asked him, in early November 1485, for Beverley's hand, in marriage. They were wed on Saturday, November 26th, 1485 at St. Peter's Church, Thornton, just a mile down the lane.
Scene: The entrance hall of the Seabrook farm, on the morning of Saturday, 24 April, 1486.
"Well, cousins, that last trip was very fruitful, and those rumours, from just up the road at Bagworth, need investigating. I hope to be back in only a couple of days."
Scene: Bagworth, early in the afternoon of Saturday, 24th April, 1486, on the doorstep of the Armstrong family.
Mitchell knocks, and Ralph answers.
"Good afternoon sir, how may I help you."
"Well if you're not Ralph Raoulin, you can knock me over a feather."
"What if I am, and I'm not saying I am, what's it to you?"
"Don't be frightened lad, I've been trying to find out where you were since Bosworth. I still have a missing list of six boys long, and now I know I can make it just five. Hugh Barclay told me your names and he is currently, along with my other forty-odd pupils, enjoying the weekend at his home, which is The Seabrook Academy for Boys, just down the road from here, at Sutton Cheney. The academy is a school, which I established, under the protection of My Lord Cristall, for former squires, and other orphans. I'm still looking for Egbert Colley, Winton Ferant, Edvin Wimark, Kendall Tancock and Presley Batkin, though."
"We mustn't stay here on the doorstep; you seem an honest enough man. Let us step into the front parlour, and my wife can bring us some refreshments, while you tell me more."
"Well, Ralph, firstly let me properly introduce myself. My name is Mitchell, formerly known as Lieutenant Mitchell Highmoon, but I am now known as Sir Mitchell Seabrook, a knight in the service of Lord Cristall. May I also congratulate you on moving on and finding a wife. From what I know about a Pembridge squire, that might not have been easy."
"Wwhat do you know about Pembridge?"
"All I know is that he cruelly abused his squires and four of his former squires are now my pupils. One of them, despite his age, is one of the directors of the school, that's Hugh Barclay."
"I always knew Hugh would do well. How is the lad?"
"Well, he is much better now, than when my cousins and I first met him. I won't go into detail but my cousin Barden, who is the same age as Hugh, has been very instrumental in that recovery."
"Anyway, I'm glad that you are settled and I can report back to Hugh that you are safe and sound. Do you have any knowledge of the other boys?"
"Well, I'm sorry that I am not able to tell you about Egbert, Winton, or Edvin, much to my shame, as I should have looked out for the youngsters, after the battle but there was so much turmoil that Kendall, Presley and I, barely escaped with our lives. We came to the house of the Armstrongs, whom I knew to be Yorkist sympathisers, and we have been here ever since. Ah, Beverley, my love, here is Sir Mitchell Seabrook. Apparently, he's looking for me, and all the other missing Pembridge squires. Please go and find Kendall and Presley and ask them to come here."
"Of course, darling"
"While she's gone, I just want to share with you about Pembridge and what his assaults have done to me. I shared the history of my rapes by Pembridge with my wife, after we were married, last November. She was a little taken aback but also was able to sympathise because my father-in-law suffered the same fate, by the same man, in his young years I am a descendant of one of King Henry I's bastard children and I have shown her that I love her properly and so she isn't worried. I do though find, most strangely that I yearn, from time to time, for a bit of queer sex. At those times, I go away for a few days, so as not to embarrass my wife and visit with a knight who also previously a squire at Pembridge; he is four years older than me, his name is Sir Bentley Thorne and he has a manor at Newton Burgoland, 7½ miles west. Ah, here are Kendall and Presley."
Presley asks, "Who is this, Ralph?"
"This is Sir Mitchell Seabrook, a former lieutenant on our side, but now headmaster of a school, just down the road at Sutton Cheney, which is specially set up for ex-squires, like you and me, and orphans."
Presley looks straight at Ralph and says, with tears in his eyes, "Did you say school? Ralph, we have loved being here, but Presley and I are younger than you, and we want to go to the University at Cambridge, even Pembridge promised us we could. We had given up hope but now, I wonder."
Mitchell stands up and goes across to Presley and Kendall, puts his hands on their shoulders, one hand each, and says, "Your places, at The Seabrook Academy for Boys, have been waiting for you for the last seven months. The staff and I will do all that is necessary to prepare you for the entrance examinations. Meanwhile, you can be good older scholars and set good examples to the younger boys. Do you want to come home, for the academy is your home, boys, it was established for you, and all the missing squires of Lords Pembridge and Oxenbury. There are several other boys there too, who have suffered similar abuse to yourselves, and a few other orphans. What do you say?"
"We're sorry Ralph, but Kendall and I really want this opportunity and I'm sure that you will be able to find other workers, now that the turmoil is settling down."
"There is no need to apologise boys, I have made my decisions and you must make yours. Go with my blessing, and feel free to visit at any time."
"That goes for you too, Ralph, drop on down to Sutton Cheney whenever you wish and I'll expect to see that new baby of yours, very soon. Oh yes, I noticed, when is the bub due."
"In early September, Sir Mitchell."
"Now, Ralph, I have the title, but for all you boys, I am just Mitchell, and I am just your servant. If you visit, you will see that the people really in charge, at my academy, are the boys. Unlike most schools, these days, I don't use corporal punishment. If a scholar goes off the rails, so to say, I sit down and talk to the boy, find out what's wrong and things are sorted. It's normally something to do with relationships, and my academy is strong on relationship building."
"Mitchell, it's getting late, why don't you stay with us overnight, have a good wholesome meal and you and my two friends can leave in the morning?"
"Thank you, Ralph, you are most gracious."
At the dinner table that night, Mitchell met Audrey and Harlow; Harlow's wife had died a few years earlier.
One pony was available so Presley rode that, while Kendall rode behind Mitchell.
Just before lunch, Mitchell opens the front door of The Seabrook Academy for Boys and says,
"Welcome home, Kendall. Welcome home, Presley."
Hugh, who just happens to be passing through the front hall, stops in his tracks, has a slight double-take and then, runs at Kendall and Presley; his small arms just cover the two boys' chests.
"Welcome home, boys. I've missed you."
Kendall, who had always had a bit of a soft spot for young Hugh, put his larger arms all the way around Hugh, and lifted him high.
"I hear you're one of the bosses here, do I have to call you sir, now?"
"Kendall, no-one is called Sir, in this school. All teachers and scholars are on first name terms. Many of us are in committed queer love partnerships so, get used to it, you're Kendall, and I'm Hugh and that's all there is to it."
Presley and Kendall settle in and are soon well-respected older scholars of the school. There are no prefects in this school, but many of the younger boys look to the older ones for guidance on many things, including, not surprisingly, queer sex.
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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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).