After Bosworth Field Chapter 8

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(gay/adult youth) (gay/historical)

After Bosworth Field

Chapter 8

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.
Everard Prendergast (14) (nka Ernest Seabrook), a squire in the forces of John de la Pole, 1st Earl of Lincoln, who was loyal to King Richard III.
Roger Lake (11), a kitchen boy in the forces of John de la Pole, 1st Earl of Lincoln, who was loyal to King Richard III.
Quentin Brook (12), a kitchen boy in the forces of John de la Pole, 1st Earl of Lincoln, who was loyal to King Richard III.
Hugh Barclay (12), a squire in the forces of Henry Percy, 4th Earl of Northumberland, who was loyal to King Richard III
John Barclay (9), a squire in the forces of Henry Percy, 4th Earl of Northumberland, who was loyal to King Richard III
Boys rescued from Lees Priory: Dudley Daw (9), Hayden Underwoode (9),
Nixon Bone (10), Lyndon Diccon (10), Edgar Goodmane (10), Colby Woottone (10), Esmond Farnhame (11), Hedley Harrelle (11), Heath Waye (11), Osbert Yves (11), Kendall Beane (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),
Osborn Stidolphe (15), Ainsley Ewart (16), and Tattan Hawarde (16),
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)

Previously:

Mitchell has returned from what Manley, Maven, their brothers and cousins had expected was to be a rescuing of three boys. In the end, he arrived back with 27 boys, a friar, five ex-friars who were to become teachers, and two ex-friars who were to become farmhands.

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From Chapter 5:

I have other young relatives at Bolsover Castle. I am on my way to bring them back to my house at Sutton Cheney. I will see you again soon.

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Scene: The entrance hall of the Seabrook farm, on Thursday, 6 October, 1485.

Manley has heard the front door open, and said to himself, "That must be cousin Mitchell."

Manley runs out from the back parlour, and nearly falls over, with astonishment,

"Cousin, we sent you to rescue three boys, are you the born again Pied Piper of Hamelin?"

"Well, Manley, it's a long story, but suffice to say, I'm now Sir Mitchell Seabrook, in the service of Lord Cristall, charged with the establishment, here at Sutton Cheney, of The Seabrook Academy for Boys, and these are the academy's first main intake, plus a few teachers, and a couple of guys to help on the farm. Men will be here with materials, in a few days, to help us put up all the necessary buildings. Many of the boys I brought from Lees Priory, which is where I found Dudley, Lyndon, and Osbert. They, and all these other boys, had been being forced to do queer sex with the friars. As commissioned by My Lord Cristall, I conducted a court and while some of the friars were able to be forgiven, or mildly punished, a few of them were not boy lovers, like me, but were atrocious abusers, and they got their just desserts.

I must though tell you, about, my time at Long Eaton, both on the way there, and on the way back. I found Everard, hiding in a copse near Long Eaton, and he helped the innkeeper at Long Eaton, Joseph Harding, to rescue another two boys, Roger Lake, and Quentin Brook. From what Everard has told me, Roger and Quentin were close to death when Joseph found them and Jane, Joseph's wife, has been looking after them. This was the scene when I arrived back at Long Eaton, in the mid‑afternoon yesterday.

Jane Harding met us at the front of the inn, and with a shocked look on her face, said,

'Kind sir, I thought you were collecting a few of your cousins, not a score or more of boys, plus I see a friar, and seven other men. All I can offer them is the barn.'

I said, 'That will be perfectly adequate, my good lady; it will be like a campout, which I'm sure the boys will enjoy. As for the men, without going into unnecessary detail, they will be serving the boys their meals and will stay with them in the barn overnight. The friar, and I, do, though, need to talk; he is my new Deputy Headmaster, at The Seabrook Academy for Boys, in Sutton Cheney, so I should be grateful if you could permit the friar and me to share the room I was in before.'

'Of course, kind sir, all will be prepared. But, sir, you have not enquired after Ernest.'

I have, of course, not forgotten Ernest; how is he, where is the little scamp? He's around here somewhere; probably playing with his two friends, Roger and Quentin.'

'What friends?'

'Oh, of course, you won't know about them. Ernest, still fairly groggy, the morning after you left him with us, was very het up. There were, apparently, two other boys in the copse, and they were being cared for by Ernest, in some run-down treehouse. My Joseph built that house, with his friends, when he was about the same age as Ernest. Joseph gathered men together, within minutes; the boys were found and I have nursed all three back to health."

Just then, Ernest ran into the hall, and stopped dead. He quickly brought himself to attention, and saluted Mitchell. Roger and Quentin were bemused. Ernest said, 'Don't you recognise a knight, when you see him?'

I returned the salute but then quietly said, 'Ernest, do you not recognise me, there have never been salutes between us before?'

'Mitchell, my Mitchell, I did not recognise your new colours.' With this, he ran to me and hugged me.

'Mitchell, may I please introduce my two friends, Roger and Quentin, they were kitchen boys at Bosworth; they escaped with me, and I trust and hope that they may come with me, wherever we are going.'

'Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. You seem well recovered. How would you like to meet up with the other boys, whom I have rescued, by having a campout with them in the barn?'

'Of course, Mitchell, what a great idea, we'll help them settle in.'

'Well, don't settle in, too much, boys, we leave in the morning; we will be at your new home, tomorrow afternoon.'

The arrangements were all put in place and the boys had a wonderful campout in the barn. The men did serve the boys their meals; they were though, then welcomed into the group, to sleep and many groups of two and three formed, often including one of the men.

That evening, I had my first proper meeting, with Icarus, and we began to set out some plans for the academy."

Manley then said, "Well, Mitchell, it seems these boys, and men, will need to become used to barn living, at least for a few weeks."

"I am sure that will be all well and good, Manley. Though I hate to do it, I think we should ask Roger, Quentin, Hedley, Edgar, Esmond and Nixon if they are willing to take up, for now, their former duties in the kitchen, but this time as equals, not as lowly servants."

" Roger, Quentin, Hedley, Edgar, Esmond and Nixon, please step forward."

The six came to the front of the throng of boys.

"Now, boys, you are now scholars here at this academy, so you do not have to agree to this request, but I just wondered whether you would be willing, at least for a few weeks, to help out in the kitchen. I am sure that your combined experience will help create some lovely meals for us all. Eventually, we'll hire some cooks and other workers."

Quentin, the oldest looked around at the other boys, and they all nodded yes, so he said, "Of course, Mitchell, we will help, I'm sure all of us boys feel a great sense of gratitude for what you have done. It would not be right for us to sit back and be treated like princes, even though you have made it clear that, for you, all of us are, such princes. I think Tattan and Ainsley should sit down with Thornton (for the 10 and 11-year-olds), Jacques (for the 12 and 13-year-olds), Aikin (for the 14 and 15-year-olds), and Stanley (for the 16 and 17-year-olds) and work out a roster for us all, so that we all pitch in, as and where we are able."

"Quentin, your wisdom exceeds your years. Icarus, in the morning, would you please convene and chair that meeting?"

"Yes, Mitchell."

"For now, boys, please follow Manley, Maven, Barden, Hugh, Aldwin and John, these six boys behind me, who are your hosts, out to the barn; settle yourselves in and prepare for a lovely meal to be brought to us by Quentin and his friends, ably assisted by your hosts. Chadwick, Thornton, Jacques, Aiken, Stanley, Doyle and Stuart – you will continue to act as servers, but, do feel free, once the meals are served to sit with the boy or boys to whom you have grown close."

After dinner, which was held during the approaching twilight, Mitchell stood up and firmly said,

"Quiet now, boys, please. I have had the opportunity to chat with each of you, one to one, as you took turns riding, with me, back from Lees Priory or Long Eaton, as the case may be. Through those conversations, you have learnt that you are all now, automatically, due to your experiences, members of the Seabrook Brotherhood. Now, for some of you, the trauma that you experienced at Lees, may have put you off queer sex forever, and that is all well and good. On the other hand, some of you may wish to continue these sexual practices. I wish to now publicly state, to you all, as a group, that such activity is completely and utterly permitted here at The Seabrook Academy for Boys. I do though want to ask you to swear, on your life, the following 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.'

Now please, all of you, including my cousins, please, as we have not before done this. Let us join in this sacred oath. Hold up your right hand, and repeat after me, the words of the oath. I will also be holding up my right hand, with 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.

All the boys and men did so raise their hands, and repeated the oath. The list of the first 38 members, of the Seabrook Brotherhood, was then written into The Seabrook Brotherhood Register of Members and Couples.

After the ceremony, the boys dispersed and went to their rooms, or the barn. Icarus was provided with a room of his own, where he spent the night knelt in prayer for himself and the new school.

Meanwhile, Mitchell kindly asked Manley and Maven whether they wouldn't mind sleeping in their own room for tonight, whilst Everard, now no longer needing to use his pseudonym, and he resumed their love. Manley and Maven had no problem with this and said that if ever Mitchell wanted to spend time with Everard, that would be OK with them. Everard was to share deeply with Mitchell that night and thus The Threesome happily resumed their normal play.

This is what happened that night, between, Mitchell and Everard.

"Everard, I know we have been lovers for a while, but I am now in a new place, and have developed very strong feelings for Manley and Maven. We normally sleep together, every night, but they have been gracious enough to permit me to be with you alone, tonight. I still love you very much, Everard, and always will. If you wish to continue to be my love, we can arrange that but, with fear of hurting your feelings, might I please encourage you to seek a new love among some of the boys nearer your own age."

By now Mitchell was crying, quite strongly. He loved Everard very much

"Mitchell, my dear sweet man, I am the one who has been worried about you, and whether you still wanted me; while with Roger and Quentin, I introduced both of them to queer sex. I did fuck both of them, but Roger really didn't like it, and so it just became me and Quentin. We had sex both in the mouth, and in each other's arses many times and, so, I suppose, we are a couple now. While I am very, very sorry, darling, I still love you as my rescuer and my first love, but now my heart has fallen for Quentin, and I simply long to be with him, please."

Mitchell knelt up, laid his hands onto Everard's head and said, "Everard, why didn't you say, before. Put your clothes back on and go to your love; things have worked out just as they should. Go with my blessing, may your love last a long time."

Everard left Mitchell's bedroom and was warmly greeted, in the barn, by Quentin.

Meanwhile, Mitchell had knocked on Manley's door.

"Boys, Everard has moved on. He is in love with Quentin, and he has my blessing. Come, let us resume our normal arrangements."

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 at MTHpsnym@gmail.com 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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https://blog.reedsy.com/character-name-generator/medieval/old-english/

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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).