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(gay/adult youth) (gay/historical)
After Bosworth Field
Chapter 18
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), Landyn Kinsleye (10),
Wilton Willoughbye
(10), Colby Woottone (10), Egbert Colley (13),
Esmond Cooke (11), Esmond Farnhame (11), Hedley Harrelle (11),
Roger Lake (11), Oswin Underhille (11), Heath Waye (11), Osbert Yves (11),
Camdyn Broadbente (12), Kendall Beane (12), Quentin Brook (12),
Winton Horne (12), Leland Kinsleye (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),
Easton Tathame (13), Eduart Baine (14), Slade Boatwrighte (14),
Tatton Brooke (14), Winton Ferant (14), Sanford Grovese (14),
Harlan Maxwells (14), Everard Prendergast (14), Tatum Airaldii (15),
Fergus Rowbotham (15), Osborn Stidolphe (15), Clifton Tathame (15),
Edvin Wimark (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}
The senior lieutenant in the small detachment of Lord Cristall's forces,
stationed at the academy: Brock Kinsleye (37)
Soldiers in the small detachment of Lord Cristall's forces, stationed at the
academy: Truman Vancee (20) and Brinley Reevese (20).
Knox Yves (24), elder brother of Osbert Yves
A farmer in the Sutton Cheney area: Garry Adkin (33)
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)
Previously:
Two of the soldiers, from the small detachment of Lord Cristall's forces based at Sutton Cheney, have been sworn into the brotherhood.
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Things went a bit quiet on the new membership front as summer began. There was a lot of sex going on but, just as it should be, in private in each of the couples' own rooms, or, at least, in a secluded spot in the woods, or down by the river, or for Doyle, Stuart, Truman, and Brinley in their special spot in the farm barn. The Seabrooks and Barclays made sure they didn't go, to their barn, when their brothers were likely to be in coitus.
Just over a year after Bosworth, Lord Cristall sent a message to Sir Mitchell.
"Sir Mitchell, I understand that your school is now running well and all the lost young squires have been found. I also hear you have rescued several orphans, from the streets, and that is a good thing you have done. You wrote to me before about Knox Yves. I made diligent enquiries and, just last week, l learnt that he is a jail in North Wales. He was, much to my disgust, made a plaything by some of the mercenaries loyal to Rhys ap Thomas. He eventually escaped and he was arrested by the local sheriff, at Rhyl, for vagrancy. His jail sentence ends in ten-day's-time, on Friday, September 15th, 1486. I suggest you send some of your liegemen to go and collect the boy and bring him back to reunite him with his brother. I understand he actually has a good education; I feel sure he will make a good teacher at the academy."
On September 15th, 1486, Knox was collected by five soldiers, led by Lieutenant Brock Kinsleye. By now, Knox had lost any sense of self-worth and so he just meekly obeyed the lieutenant, that same lieutenant who had been with Mitchell, at Lees Priory, a year earlier, when Brock told Knox to follow him.
Knox was totally bemused when he was taken into a small tailor's shop in the town and Brock told the tailor, "Prepare the best gentleman's clothing for this young man, we will be at the bath-house."
Two hours later, Knox was refreshed and the tailor arrived, at the bath-house, with his new clothes. Brock paid the tailor and led Knox to the local inn. The six men stayed at the inn that night, but Knox still didn't tell Knox anything.
Brock even arranged for one of the local queer lads, a boy of 14, named Llewellyn, to sleep with Knox that night. It had been so long since Knox had enjoyed the feel of a cute, sexy, soft, and loving young boy that he was a bit overwhelmed by Llewellyn's ministrations.
Llewellyn did though suck Knox sufficiently well that the young gentleman became fully aroused. Knox then politely asked, "May I fuck you, please?" Llewellyn's response was a French kiss and a lying back with his legs in the air thus presenting his experienced rosebud for yet another deflowering, "My arse is yours, sir, make yourself happy."
Knox lifted the boy's bum and spanked it lightly.
"You cheeky little whippersnapper, but you're a nice and naughty cheeky little whippersnapper!"
With that, Knox pushed two fingers in the boy's winking starfish.
"Ooh, that's lovely, more please."
Knox added two more fingers, and then the boy said,
"Come on, fist me!"
Knox was, by now, very horny and eager to oblige. He fisted his right hand and opened the willing young slut well and truly up.
"Now, fuck me, sir, fuck me hard!"
Knox aimed his hard 8" at Llewellyn's boy-pussy and pushed in. Llewellyn whimpered a little but he was a trooper and soon was moaning with delight at the invasion of his fuck tunnel.
Knox, starved of sexual gratification, for many months, did not last long, and soon shot ten large globs of juicy young man cum into Llewellyn's boy-cunt. He then lowered Llewellyn's legs back down and lay beside him. He put his big brother arms around Llewellyn and they fell asleep, like babes in a wood.
In the morning, Llewellyn woke early, dressed, gave Knox, who was still half asleep, a deep French kiss, and left. After all, Llewellyn was a rent boy and he had other clients to service that day.
Three days later, on Monday, 18th September, 1486, the group arrived at Sutton Cheney. At Abbots Bromley, Brock had sent a message, the agreed message, which read, "Make the preparations.". Truman, who was one of the five soldiers had been sent ahead, on a fast pony, to take the message.
Late in the evening, before their arrival, Mitchell called Osbert to his room.
The conversation went like this.
"You sent for me, Mitchell."
"Osbert, in the morning, I want you to put on your Sunday best clothes, and go to the chapel. I will join you there and Edward will say a Mass, for just the two of us. That is all I am going to say, for now. Sleep well."
At about the time of Sext, Mitchell led Osbert out to the front gate and, right on cue, Brock and his soldiers with one rather well-dressed young man crested the nearby hill.
Osbert's young eyes couldn't mistake his own brother and he ran nearly half-a-mile to meet him. Knox just lifted his young brother up, on to his pony, and they rode together, over that last half mile, to their new home; in each other's arms again, at last.
Scene: The assembly hall of The Seabrook Academy for Boys, on the morning of Friday, 22 September, 1486. On the stage behind the lectern are the boy founding members of the brotherhood, Manley, Maven, Barden and Aldwin Seabrook and Hugh and John Barclay.
Sir Mitchell Seabrook, Headmaster of the Academy and Head of the Seabrook Brotherhood walks on to the stage, and stands at the lectern.
"Good morning, sworn, and yet to be sworn, brothers. Today we add one new name to the list of membership of The Seabrook Brotherhood. This name is that of a young man whom one of your brothers thought was dead. Osbert, Knox, step up here on the stage. I want to make this day very special for both of you.
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.'
Osbert, Knox, this is now your home, and Knox, I hope you will stay and become one of the academy's teachers? Our staff already are quite stretched and you will be a welcome addition to the staff. Remember Osbert, when Knox is teaching you, he's not your big brother, though he will always be your brotherhood brother. Show him the respect he will deserve as your teacher."
"Mitchell, I've always shown respect to Knox but, you know, Mitchell, boys at SBA show all their teachers respect. With the way you all talk to us, how else could we behave?"
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.
With that, the assembly broke up and the school day, the third Friday, of the second academic year of The Seabrook Academy for Boys, began.
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 to MTHpsnym@gmail.com.
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).