After Bosworth Field Chapter 12

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(gay/adult youth) (gay/historical)

After Bosworth Field

Chapter 12

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),
Egbert Colley (13), 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),
Kendall Tancock (16), Presley Batkin (17), and Becket Kinsleye (17)
{Manley, Maven, Barden, Hugh, Aldwin, and John are, of course, also scholars of the academy}

Son-in-Law of Yeoman Farmer at Bagworth, Leicestershire: Ralph Raoulin (18)
Wife of Ralph and daughter of Yeoman Farmer at Bagworth, Leicestershire: Beverley Armstrong (18)
Squires from the Battle of Bosworth, who are yet to be found:
Pembridge Squires: Winton Ferant (14), Edvin Wimark (15),

Previously:

There still remain missing two 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: The meeting room of the Seabrook brotherhood, on the afternoon of Sunday, 2 May, 1486.

"Well, Presley, Kendall, do you have any idea of where Winton and Edvin might have got to. We've heard no rumours and we've searched locally very well."

Kendall replied, "Edvin was really skilled in tracking and keeping himself well hidden. If I were you, I would search the woods near Bosworth again. I suspect the two of them, who were close friends, scurried away somewhere and have been lying low all this past Autumn and Winter and now Spring. We squires were once sent on a trial patrol; Edvin was the target, so to say. None of us ever found him, even though we later learnt that some of us had walked within a couple of feet of where he was."

Presley then said, "Would you like us to come and help, we want to see those two friends again, just as much as you want to find them."

"OK, Presley. And you, Kendall, also?"

"Oh, yes, just you try and stop me."

"We'll leave after breakfast, tomorrow morning."

Scene: Bosworth Field, around midday on Monday, 3^rd May, 1486.

"Well, boys we're back here. Any suggestions?"

"There's quite a dense wood just over there, I think that would be a good place to start."

"I found a few bodies of dead squires on the edge of that wood, some months ago; they are all now buried at The Miles Ruskin Memorial Field in the grounds of the academy. I didn't go too deep as I was alone and needed to take the poor lads' bodies back for burial."

Kendall quietly said, "I remember Miles, I'm sad to hear he died. He was a lively boy. I met him at a few of the tournaments."

"When we get back, I'll take you to the field and you might like to say a prayer, for your lost friend."

"I'd like that."

"There seems to be a little bit of a path, Mitchell, and it looks to me as though it's been walked on recently."

"Well spotted, Presley. Let's follow it."

The track seemed to peter out quite quickly and this was the way things went for the next day and a half. The three of them camped out for the Monday and Tuesday nights, snuggling up to each other for warmth. They searched the woods near Bosworth Field thoroughly over those two days, so decided to move on to some other woods, just a couple of miles away, near Bosworth Water. They figured two boys camping out would need a water source.

About 11.00 in the morning, on Wednesday, Kendall saw a patch of colour out of the corner of his eye, "Hey, Mitchell, what's that, pointing in the direction of a patch of red. That doesn't look natural."

The three crept towards the spot and Kendall, just about as good a tracker as Edvin, noticed a very well worn, but also only quite short, path, leading to a very dense part of the wood.

Speaking very quietly, Kendall said, "I suggest we use the found word from that trial patrol of a few years back, the word was, 'Heraldic'. The rule was if you really thought you'd found Edvin, you, and just you, shouted the word and if he heard it, he had to give himself up. I think it's worth a go. This isn't a game, though, so I think we should all shout, in order to add to the volume."

The three did exactly this and nearly instantly saw a rustle in the wood.

Edvin poked his head out; he beamed with joy at the sight of his friends, Kendall and Presley. Sadly, Edvin's clothes were now virtually non-existent, just mere shreds which barely covered his modesty.

"It's OK, Winton, we're safe now, Kendall and Presley have found us. Who is that with you, Kendall?"

"Don't worry, he's one of us."

Mitchell put a giant warm cloak around each of the boys, just like the one he had on. He had carried these cloaks with him on all his search and rescue missions.

"Come on, let's get you to our new home; there, you'll be given new clothes and you can tell us what's been happening for you."

Scene: The meeting room of the Seabrook brotherhood, in the early afternoon of Wednesday, 5 May, 1486.

Edvin and Winton were now dressed in their best academy clothes; they were also still feasting away on the best food they had had for over three seasons.

Mitchell, Manley, Maven, Hugh, Barden, John, Aldwin, Dudley, Lyndon, Osbert, Egbert, Winton, Edvin, Kendall, and Presley were all there, plus the four Oxenbury squires, Esmond,

Ælfric, Tatum and Becket.

"Boys, please don't be frightened by such a crowd, but we are all so happy to have finally found you. You're the last two we've been looking for, and this is a day of celebration, but we would like to hear how you survived so long out there in the cold of winter."

Edvin, now a confident 16-year-old, spoke up, but with a slightly halting voice,

"After a night out in a wood just nearby to Pembridge's camp, may he rot in hell, we decided to move a bit away from the battlefield, there were quite a lot of scavengers around, and we didn't want to be seen. We salvaged a small tent and some bedding from Pembridge's camp and went over to Bosworth Water. We found a dense bit of wood and set up camp. With the tent and bedding, we were quite comfortable, especially as we cuddled up close together very night.

We have been living off the land, but our clothes were virtually non-existent, as you saw, and I am not sure we could have survived another winter."

Mitchell said, "Well, boys, you don't have to worry about that anymore. You are now pupils of The Seabrook Academy for Boys and, as you see, all the boys wear the same. Your clothes are regularly cleaned by Mrs. Clitherow, and her staff, and you have two sets, plus two Sunday best sets. I am very sad that I didn't find you earlier, and I think I still would have been looking for you, but for the help of Kendall and Presley here. I applaud you, though, on your skill and pluck in having lived off the land for so long."

Winton replied, with a sob in his voice, "Thank you, Kendall, and Presley. Edvin might have been able to last a few more months but I was on my last tether, I think I could have only survived a few more weeks."

"Don't tire yourself, darling, I can tell them."

Egbert stepped over and put his left arm around Winton's shoulder.

"Just you hold on to me, Winton, while we hear from Elvin. It seems he is your lover, yes."

"Yes, Egbert, we wanted to put our Pembridge experiences behind us, but we found ourselves unable to do so. We found a need for sexual release, about once a week. We would go outside, put a special cloth on the ground and start to kiss each other, we would then push each other's underclothes down, and first I would kneel and suck Winton, and then we would reverse position. Once we both got really hard, we would 69. We know Lord Pembridge perverted us but we are now totally committed to true queer love. We even taught each other to fuck each other face to face, both in the missionary position and the impaled position. We enjoy both but we only do sex when we can see each other's eyes and gauge each other's feelings. We know when to pull back and when to push on and what turns each other on. We took in turns as to who spunked on the chest and pubes and who came on the face and in the hair.

We felt horrible about what we were doing, and we hated Pembridge for what he had tuned us into, but we couldn't resist the urge of being spanked; we had become pain pigs. We even selected a special fallen log, which we called the spanking log. We put a special piece of red cloth on the log and put each other over our laps and gave each other 12 hard spanks with our hands.

By this time, we would both be crying and went back into the tent, kissed and cuddled, licked each other's spunk off and stroked each other's face and hair, until we were both comforted and calmed down. We then tended to drift off to sleep until the early evening.

Our last session was just yesterday afternoon, and I forgot to bring the special red cloth back into the tent, and that was how you found us, of course."

"Thank you, Edvin, you have been a very brave boy."

"We'll talk more in the coming days. For now, just relax and get to know us all."

Mitchell met with Edvin and Winton, again, the next day and gave them his little lecture.

"I also wish to assure you, that you have been doing nothing wrong. I should stop the spanking, though, if I were you. Keep up the kissing and cuddling, though."

Both Winton and Evan were now in tears, for having found acceptance.

Winton and Evan went on to become leading members of the brotherhood. Neither ever took a wife but, instead, found all their need for sexual enjoyment in each other.

Both men died within a couple of days of each other, when Winton was 62; Elvin was inconsolable and just gave up the will to live.

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).