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(gay/adult youth) (gay/historical)
After Bosworth Field
Chapter 20
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:
The mission of The Seabrook Academy for Boys continues. Twelve boys, including yet another ex-squire, whose Lord was on the losing side at Bosworth, have been rescued, from Thurmaston, near Leicester; a few of the younger boys were on the edge of death.
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Scene: The assembly hall of The Seabrook Academy for Boys, on the morning of Friday, 12 January, 1487. 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 twelve new names to the list of membership of The Seabrook Brotherhood. We also will be very pleased to add one new couple into the Seabrook Register. Once entered, let no man seek to break those bonds, on pain of death.
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.'"
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.
"The Seabrook Brotherhood today recognises, by the presentation of these rings, the new addition to the list of couples. I will read the names of the couple and then, as I call your names a second time, please step up onto the stage, receive your rings, from Manley; each ring will have identical numbers for each couple. I will then hug and kiss, on both cheeks, each boy. All the founding fathers will also then do the same. This is a solemn ceremony because you will notice that, as Manley places each ring, I will have my left hand on your left shoulder and my right hand on The Seabrook Bible."
The addition to the Seabrook Brotherhood couples register, on 12th January, 1487, with their number, read: -
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Couple Number |
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31 |
Kelsey Raye |
Osborn Stidolphe |
Scene: Babington Lane in Derby, in the mid-morning of Wednesday, April 18, 1487.
Mitchell has travelled to Derby one of his private trips. He has gone to his favourite haunt and has found Richard and Thomas, twins born on 12 November 1474.
"Hello, boys. Are you available?"
"Yes, sir, we even a place we can go, just around the corner in Gower Street."
"OK, show me the way."
A few minutes later Mitchell finds himself in a basement, which is lit by a slit that goes to the street.
"Boys, I will pay you well, if you let me severely beat you, and then fuck you. I want to hear you screaming, and see you crying."
"That's OK, sir; many of our clients are like that. We even have these cuffs and shackles set up here on the wall so you can secure us and then do what you will. By the way, I'm Richard and this is my twin brother, Thomas."
"OK, Richard and Thomas, go across to those places."
Mitchell secured both boys in place. He then pulled their cocks and balls back through their legs. He then used some of his own rope, to tie the boys' cocks and balls back in that way.
He started with six strokes of the paddle on each buttock.
Thwack, One, on Richard's left glute. Thwack, One, on Thomas's right glute.
"Ow," by Richard; "Eek," by Thomas."
Thwack, Two, on Richard's left glute. Thwack, Two, on Thomas's right glute.
Thwack, Three, on Richard's left glute. Thwack, Three, on Thomas's right glute.
Thwack, Four, on Richard's left glute. Thwack, Four, on Thomas's right glute.
Thwack, Five, on Richard's left glute. Thwack, Five, on Thomas's right glute.
Thwack, Six, on Richard's left glute. Thwack, Six, on Thomas's right glute.
By now both boys were wailing and crying deeply.
Thomas spoke up, "Please stop, sir, I'm really hurting now."
Richard also said, "Same here, sir."
"I'm sorry boys, but I need to get my money's worth, after all, a sovereign's a lot of money."
Thomas, with a little surprise in his voice, said, "A sovereign did you say; we're used to being paid just a few pence or maybe a couple of shillings. It will hurt us both but, for that much, we'll bear up."
Thwack, One, on Richard's right glute. Thwack, One, on Thomas's left glute.
Thwack, Two, on Richard's right glute. Thwack, Two, on Thomas's left glute.
Thwack, Three, on Richard's right glute. Thwack, Three, on Thomas's left glute.
Thwack, Four, on Richard's right glute. Thwack, Four, on Thomas's left glute.
Thwack, Five, on Richard's right glute. Thwack, Five, on Thomas's left glute.
Thwack, Six, on Richard's right glute. Thwack, Six, on Thomas's left glute.
By now both boys were screaming and blubbering deeply.
"I was going to cane and whip you as well, but I can see you can't hold up any longer."
Mitchell proceeded to take the boys down and sat between the two boys on a bench that was in the middle of the room.
"I'm sorry boys, I just get this urge, every now and then, to hear a youth cry and scream. Will you still let me fuck you?"
Richard answered by kneeling down and sucking Mitchell's cock; after about 10 minutes, Richard stood up and impaled himself on Mitchell's cock. Mitchell turned the willing boy around so he could see the boy's face and grasped his hips and began to lift Richard up and down on his cock. After quite a short time, Richard blew three good globs of 13-year-old boy-juice over their two chests. Richard then dismounted and sat beside Mitchell; Mitchell put his arm around him, and said,
"Thank you, Richard, you're a lovely boy.
Thomas then proceeded to suck Mitchell for a few minutes; he then also impaled himself on the big man's cock. He had learnt, from what Mitchell had done to Richard, to immediately face Mitchell. Mitchell then grasped Thomas's hips and began to lift Thomas up and down on his cock. After quite a short time, Thomas blew five good globs of 13-year-old boy-juice over their two chests, just as Mitchell was creaming his insides with 7 good shots of man-juice. Thomas then dismounted and sat beside Mitchell; Mitchell put his arm around him, and said,
"Thank you, Thomas, you're a lovely boy.
Mitchell then proceeded to lick away all the boy's drying tears and to dress the two boys again.
"Now, boys, this seems to be quite a set-up you have here. Do you have a pimp who has set this all up for you?"
"Yes, sir, he's our step-brother."
"Tell me more, please."
Our parents died in 1483, in this house on the middle floor. At that time there were nine of us in the house, my two elder sets of twin brothers, my half-brother William, and my parents. It was a tight fit but it worked. About a week after our parents died, William raped all of us, six boys, we were only 11, while the next two were 12, and the eldest twins were 14. William was 17.
He raped us all in the same way. This cellar used to be our paternal grandfather's wine cellar, when he was a wine merchant, but our father wasn't interested in that and entered into the lace trade. William brought each of us down here, one at a time, and secured each of us, one to each of the six stations you see around the cellar. He then proceeded to violently pull our breeches down and put small socks over each of our cocks. After that, he brought each of us, in turn, to this bench, where he had us kneel on all fours and aggressively rammed his hard phallus up our rectums. All of us screamed like hell but all he said was things like 'Shut up bitch', and 'I need to make you ready for the clients, don't I.' About a year later our uncle died, just about a year after our aunt had, and William added those 4 boys, again twins, to his stable; he initiated them in just the same way. We are, thus, the ten Hamilton Boys of Derby; our bodies open for hire, with back-holes ready and willing to be fucked by anybody, plus also being open to any other kind of sexual usage, short of death."
"Where is William now?"
"Oh, he's probably upstairs in the master bedroom, lazing while we earn his bread for him."
"Show me the way."
"Sir, we daren't, he'll kill us."
"Don't you worry, Richard. I think my handy little dagger here will make him listen."
"OK, sir. What are you planning to do? Well, Thomas, I plan to rescue you ten boys, and take you to my school, in Sutton Cheney, where I think you'll grow up to be much better men, than you would be, stuck here as rent boys"
Richard led Mitchell up the back stairs and stopped on the middle floor. Richard pointed at William's door and skedaddled. Mitchell crept to the indicated door and quietly entered. William was snoozing and didn't even hear Mitchells' approach until he felt a dagger at his throat.
"Now then, young William, just you stay still. How dare you turn your younger siblings and cousins into rent boys, just so you can laze about your father's bedroom?"
"Who are you. How dare you question how I treat my siblings and cousins?"
"I dare, young man, because I choose to. Now what's it to be; a quick slit to your throat or you see reason."
"Ppplease sir, don't kill me. I was lazy and saw an easy way out to feed firstly six, and then ten, boys. Well, right now, I think you should get a bit of a taste of your own medicine, and then we'll see what the others say. Stand up. You needn't put your clothes on. Get down to the cellar. I'm right behind you, with this dagger, if you try and run."
A few minutes later a naked William walks into the cellar to find Richard and Thomas sitting on the bench.
"Boys, tie your brother up, facing the wall, it's time he got some of his own medicine."
"Thomas, how old is William now, he's 20, sir"
"Richard, go and find your other brothers and cousins. William and I can wait until the jury is assembled."
About twenty minutes later, all ten brothers and cousins were assembled. All of them had been most shocked when they arrived and saw William shackled and cuffed to the wall, just like they had all been at different times.
"William Hamilton, you stand charged with turning ten of your younger relatives into rent boys, male prostitutes. How do you plead?"
"Gggguilty, sir."
"You are sentenced to twenty strokes, across your arse, of each of the paddle, the whip and the cane. After that, you will be turned around and receive twenty strokes of my nice little willy whip, here, right onto your naughty dick. This sentence will be carried out in the presence of those you have been using and abusing."
The sentence was duly carried out. Within the first ten strokes of the paddle, William was blubbering and saying, "Ppplease stop, sir." By the time the paddle and whip had been finished with, William was a blubbering wreck. While he was being caned, he fainted. A bucket of water was thrown over him, and he woke. Mitchell then finished the caning and took William down; he then tied him to the bench, face up. Each of the ten boys proceeded to give, to William's cock, two hard strokes with the willy whip.
"The sentence is now complete, William. Come, sit here beside me!"
"What do you want to do with yourself now. These ten boys will be coming to my school at Sutton Cheney. You'll have to find a different way of earning a living now."
"Sir, you can't be that cruel. I know I was wrong, but I love these boys; they're my kin, please don't take them away from me."
"Well, I understand you had some basic training as a lace worker. I think it would be a good idea if you came to my school and became a teacher in craftwork. What do you say?"
"You would do that for me. I've been such a bad big brother!"
"You have paid your due, young man."
"Boys, would you welcome William to be at the school, and be a teacher? If you do agree, please step across, put your right hand on William's head, your left hand on his right shoulder, and say, 'William, I forgive you' and the kiss him on both cheeks."
All the boys proceeded to do this with no obvious sign of reluctance coming from any of them.
"Finally, William, I think the school could be well served by having a base here in Derby for the older boys to visit from time to time, and from which to base field trips and other activity. You will be provided with a good home at the school, along with all your brothers and cousins. I want you to sign this house over to me."
"OK, Sir, I'll do it, I'll do it all."
Mitchell then put both his arms around William and gave him a very strong hug, "William Hamilton, your kin have forgiven you and I forgive you. From now you are my brother, as are all your kin, please call me Mitchell."
"Thank you so very much, Mitchell. There's just one thing, we can't leave our ponies behind, every one of us has a pony. They're agisted at some fields by the road to Ashbourne."
"Well, that's one problem solved. There's lots of room at the farm for your ponies and I hope that you may well permit some of the other boys to ride; many of them would welcome such an opportunity. Some of them already know how to ride, while others are eager to learn. I think, William, that I will add equestrian skills to the list of subjects, which you will teach."
"Thank you, Mitchell and I think that some of my brothers would be interested in helping other young boys too."
"Very finally, Mitchell, I do actually have a boyfriend, he's a bit older than me, 25, but I would really miss him. He's not that clever, he works on a farm near Melbourne, just about five miles south of here. His name is Harlan Wright. Could he come with us, please, Mitchell?"
"The farm is certainly in need of a couple more workers. Does he know about cattle?"
"Oh yes, Mitchell, he's been helping with the cows for some years now."
"OK then, let's all get packed up, and we'll go get your ponies and head south."
While the boys were getting ready, Mitchell popped out to visit the local sheriff.
"My good sheriff, my name is Sir Mitchell Seabrook. I just wanted you to know that the house on Gower Street, formerly owned by the Hamiltons, is now part of the property of The Seabrook Academy for Boys at Sutton Cheney, of which I am the headmaster. The school comes under the protection of Lord Cristall, of Bolsover Castle. It will not, for now, be occupied all the time, but there will be groups of older boys, and teachers, coming and going on field trips and other activities. Leicester is a good town, but Derby has even better merchants, so I like to visit here, to buy some requisites, a few times a year. Meantime, keep an eye on the place will you, please."
"Yes, sir, will do. What is to happen to William and the boys? They are all now pupils, and, in William's case, a teacher, at the academy."
The party, which was taken back to Sutton Cheney, consisted of: -
William Hamilton 20-years-old
Harlan Wright 25-years-old
Richard and Thomas 13-year-old twins
Hamnet and Hamon 14-year-old-twins
John and Henry 16-year-old-twins
James and Anthony 12-year-old-twins
Walter and Edward 15-year-old-twins
They stopped halfway home, at Ashby-de-la-Zouch castle, where Sir Edward, the 2nd Baron Hastings, was a gracious host and very interested to hear of the work, of Sir Mitchell and the Seabrook family, at Sutton Cheney. About 5.00 in the late afternoon, of Thursday, April 19, 1487, Mitchell arrived with twelve new residents for The Seabrook Academy for Boys and the adjacent farm.
"Another twelve, Mitchell, where do you find them?"
"Best not to ask this time, Manley, just know they're all brotherhood worthy and we'll swear them all in, in the morning."
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.
I apologise for the lack of explicit sex scenes in this chapter but this was an important school growth chapter and introduced 12 new potential partners. While Nifty is an erotic archive, I am seeking to balance the sex with historical reality and development of the 'mission' of the school.
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 t.
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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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/
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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).