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(gay/adult youth) (gay/historical)

 

 

After Bosworth Field

Chapter 9

 

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: Dudley Daw (9), Hayden Underwoode (9),
Nixon Bone (10), Lyndon Diccon (10), Edgar Goodmane (10), Colby Woottone (10),
Esmond Farnhame (11), Hedley Harrelle (11), Roger Lake (11), Heath Waye (11),
Osbert Yves (11), Kendall Beane (12), Quentin Brook (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) Everard Prendergast (14), Osborn Stidolphe (15),
Ainsley Ewart (16), and Tattan Hawarde (16), {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)
Oxenbury squires: Esmond Cooke (11), Ælfric Hambletone (13), Tatum Airaldii (15), and Becket Kinsleye (17)
Roma Gypsy Twins: Danior and Vano Heron (13)

 

Previously:

 

33 boys and young men formed the first intake of The Seabrook Academy for Boys. Through the gracious support of Lord Cristall, Sir Mitchell Seabrook has become the academy's headmaster, and Friar Icarus Noe has become its deputy headmaster. Though a little late, classes commenced on Monday, 31st October, 1485.

 

There still remain missing six of the former squires of Lord Pembridge and four of the former squires of Lord Oxenbury.

 

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From Chapter 4:

 

John's words to Aldwin, "I was hanging around the nigh-on, deserted camp of Lord Oxenbury. There was just me and some other squires, Esmond Cooke (11), Ælfric Hambletone (13), Tatum Airaldii (15), and Becket Kinsleye (17). Some of King Henry's mercenaries came across and each of us was taken away by a different group, there were about 5 or 6 men in each group."

 

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The Autumn and Winter seasons, before and after Christmas 1485, had prevented Mitchell from travelling on one of his rescue missions until the Tuesday after Easter Sunday, 1486. He had also needed to properly set-up, and be sure that, the academy was running well, so that he might leave Icarus in charge for a short time. One of the most notable things about the academy was that Mitchell was very much ahead of his time and decided that corporal punishment would be banned from his school. He did instead, when a scholar went off the rails, so to say, talk to the boy as though he was an adult. As a result of this, the academy produced highly educated boys, many of whom became leading members of society, with positions in the government, the law, and the yeomanry.

 

Scene: The entrance hall of the Seabrook farm, on Tuesday, 6 April, 1486.

 

"Well boys, there are still ten squires to find, and I now must go. Those rumours about London were most heartening to hear, and I will go straight there. Look after the school Icarus, and Manley, Maven, Barden, Hugh, Aldwin, John, you make sure he keeps on the straight and narrow. After all, you are still the founding members of this school, and the Seabrook Brotherhood."

 

With that many teary farewells and hugs were exchanged all around and Mitchell set out on his way.

 

Mitchell spent the first night out at The Dun Cow Inn in Daventry. He heard nothing about any missing squires or runaway boys in the area.

 

Mitchell spent the second night out at The Bell Inn in Winslow, Buckinghamshire. He heard nothing about any missing squires or runaway boys in the area.

Just outside the hamlet of Dudswell, in South West Hertfordshire, he was passing by a meadow, recently cut for Hay, when he noticed two young lads, of about thirteen years of age. It did not look as though they were the local farmer's sons as they were very poorly clothed and seemed to be quite dishevelled. Mitchell dismounted his horse and wandered over to where the two boys were lying back against a hay bale. They made to run away, but didn't seem to have the energy to even do that.

 

"Boys, please don't be frightened. I just saw you sitting here and you looked to be in quite some distress; I don't like to see boys in distress, what's been happening for you?"

 

"Dear Sir, we are twins, I am Danior and my brother is Vano, and we're thirteen; our birthday was last St. Stephen's Day, 26th December, 1485. We are Roma, some call us 'Egyptians'; our parents died during the winter and we were left alone. We had shelter in the cart, but sadly our pony also died in the winter. We've been scavenging locally, and kept ourselves barely alive, but neither of us is very well and I fear we will die before the year is out."

 

"Is your cart still serviceable?"

 

"Well, Danior, this is your lucky day. Do you want to live?"

 

"Yes, kind sir, but we are barely young men; it will be a year or two before we could work in the fields or some such."

 

"Don't you worry about any of that, young man! For now, let's hitch up your cart to my sturdy horse here, and we'll head down to Kings Langley, where we'll get you sorted."

 

After about half an hour the cart was retrieved, the horse hitched up and they were on their way to take the just over 8½ mile ride to King's Langley.

 

"What have you been doing since your parents died?"

 

"Well, sir, we grieved, of course, after we had buried them in that copse, and we've scavenged nearby, but always taken care to not be seen. The farmer had not been in his field for a few days and we had never seen anyone coming down that track, which you were on, so we thought it safe to take a good soaking of the sun, but you then turned up. Apart from that we've been being very naughty and exploring each other's bodies. Our dicks keep on getting stiff and the only way we know, to make it better, is to play with each other's willies. We get good feelings and this white stuff comes out of our dicks, after a while. We've been playing with each other, like that, since about a week after our parents died. We also found a way of getting good feelings from our back holes. We found these abandoned fork handles and found that if we push them in and out of our arses, while one of us is leaning over a hay bale, with the other doing the pushing in and out, we get these really terrific feelings and the white stuff comes out without us even having to touch our willies"

 

"Well, you little scallywags, you've discovered queer sex; do you like it?"

 

Vano now spoke for the first time, "Yes, sir, it feels good and it just makes us feel happy all over, after we've done it."

 

"Well, boys, you're not the first boy or man to know the pleasure of sex games with another boy or man. I particularly enjoy such games with boys of your age. How about we stop on the side of the road here, and I'll show you how you may be doing queer sex much better."

 

Both boys replied, "Yes, please, sir.

 

"OK, let's get in the back of the cart and have some fun. Lie back and let me be your teacher."

 

"I will first take your clothes off; I'll be very careful as it seems they're all you've got."

 

"Yes, sir, our others got too wet and rotted in the winter."

 

"I will buy you new clothes at Kings Langley."

 

"Now Danior, first, we'll take off your top, and then lower your pants. Ooh, that's a nice dick, 3½ inches and you're not even hard yet."

 

"Now Vano, again first with the top, and then your pants. Ooh, you must be getting more food, yours is 4" and not even hard yet.

 

"I'll kneel between you, and stroke your cocks, until they're both hard."

 

It was only a few minutes before both boys were standing proud at just under 5 inches.

 

"Now, would you like to see my dick?"

 

"Yes, sir."

 

"I think we can dispense with the sirs, now that we're going to be intimate, my name is Mitchell."

 

"Vano, scoot up here and undo my breeches and take them down, then Danior you can take off my underclothing.

Now that's a lot more comfortable."

 

"Now boys, I'm going to teach you about the art of fellatio, commonly known as sucking. I will start with Danior and then go on to Vano. Don't worry if you produce that white stuff, it's called sperm or spunk, while I'm sucking you, it's completely natural and normal. In fact, I'd be surprised if a 13-year-old boy didn't cum, especially with those nice patches of hair around your cock and balls: they're called your pubic hairs, or pubes, and most men grow them once they become 12 or 13-years-of-age; it shows you have become sexually mature and could be a father, if you wanted to."

 

 

Mitchell leant down and sucked Danior well; first a kiss to the piss slit, then a good licking of the glans and then up and down the shaft, a few times, with his tongue, by which time, Mitchell could feel the tension in Danior's body.

 

"That's it Danior, don't hold back, feed me your lovely spunk."

 

Mitchell went back down on Danior, just as he produced 5 hearty gobs of teenage boy juice.

 

Vano was next, and Mitchell used the same technique. Mitchell received 6 hearty gobs of spunk from Vano.

 

"Now boys, it's time for me to get my fun. Lie down beside each other, both of you facing each other's cock. Take your brother's cock in your mouth and suck it; meanwhile, I'm going to give you those special feelings, but this time not with a broomstick, but with my cock."

 

Mitchell licked his 2 thumbs and positioned himself so he could put one thumb in each arse. The arses were clearly well-stretched so he quickly went on to the fingers. It was as Mitchell added the fourth finger, that Danior said,

 

"Ooh, Mitchell, that hurts a bit now."

 

"OK, Danior, I think you're both well-stretched now, so now it's time for the main event. I'll sit on this stool, and you come over here, face me, and sit on my lap so you can lower your arse hole on to my rigidity."

 

"Ooh, that hurts a bit."

 

"Just take it slow, poppet, push your muscles out as though you're going to the privy."

 

"Ah, yes, that's better."

 

"OK, try to lower yourself down so your backside touches my pubes."

 

After about three minutes and a lot of moaning and groaning, Danior exclaimed,

 

"That's it, Mitchell, you're all the way in."

 

"Now for the good bit, jump up and down on my cock, don't let it escape, just enough to make me cum."

 

With such a gorgeous, young beauty looking at him, while he was being fucked, Mitchell couldn't last long, and after a few minutes, he shot 6 gobs up into Danior's boy-pussy.

 

He did the same with Vano, but was quite tired by the end, so Vano only received 3 gobs.

 

 

After resting for about an hour after their coitus, the band of gay brothers moved on to Kings Langley. Mitchell spent his third night out at the local manor house in Kings Langley. He heard nothing about any more missing squires or runaway boys in the area. Having bought new clothes for the boys, he found that he was unable to leave Danior and Vano in the care of anyone. The cart was sold and with those funds, two extra ponies were able to be bought. The boys wrapped up a few mementos, of their family, in some linen and they were on their way.

 

By mid-afternoon, the group were in Holborn, where rumours had led Mitchell to believe the missing Oxenbury squires were, at least sometime recently, to be found. Whilst in London, Mitchell briefly met up with William Caxton, since he was interested, as a school headmaster, to learn about the fairly new process of printing of books. Mitchell bought a couple of books and advised William that he might have some printing work for him, in the fairly near future. He was also able to garner more rumour and this time it was only a few days old; yes, the boys had been seen, and they had found a way to escape from the mercenaries, when they had got very drunk, as they had been about to board a ship the next day. It seemed that they planned to head back north again.

 

Mitchell knew that he must rest a night in London, but decided that he would head back north, at first light, on the morning of Saturday,10th April, 1486.

 

The four boys, Esmond Cooke (11), Ælfric Hambletone (13), Tatum Airaldii (15), and Becket Kinsleye (17), found themselves alone, early in the morning, at Barnet, site of the Battle of Barnet on 14 April 1471, exactly 15 years earlier.

 

Becket said, "I remember tales from the older squires, when I was young, about Lord Oxenbury's exploits at the battle, which occurred just here. I think we should head back to near Bosworth Field; there may be other squires and young knights who have been convalescing in that area, despite King Henry's horrible mercenaries. We are about 90 miles from Bosworth. It will probably take 10 to 15 days, if we keep to side lanes, and away from big towns."

 

All this was happening just over a week less than eight months after the Battle of Bosworth Field.

 

As Mitchell travelled north, he heard rumours of four boys travelling north and finally, on Thursday, 22nd April, 1486, he found the four strays, at the hamlet of Grimscote, just over 35 miles from Sutton Cheney.

 

Mitchell immediately recognised Becket from John's description, a very tall boy with very dark black hair and green eyes. Mitchell goes up to him and comes straight out and says, "Hello lad, do you know John Barclay?"

 

Fearing that Mitchell might be the person that the mercenaries sold John to, Becket stood as tall and proud as he could and said, "What have you done to him, you pervert.".

 

 

The mercenaries had gibed, soon after the rapes at Bosworth Field, that they had no use for a boy as young as John, and, after whipping and raping him, just like they had done to the four boys, they had sold him to some local person who said he was going to make him a slave. They had all wept many tears of grief, over the memory of John, but had never truly forgotten him.

 

Mitchell was mildly taken aback, but he kept his cool. "I have done nothing to him, except reunite him with his brother and my cousins.

 

We simply cared for John and Hugh until they were fit and well, and they have, since October 31st last year, been two of the founding scholars of my new school, The Seabrook Academy for Boys, at Sutton Cheney; there are 33 scholars at my school, all but two of the boys being ones whom I have rescued since Bosworth. I have been seeking for you and Hugh's fellow former squires for most of that time. Hugh and John have been well cared for, most particularly by my four young cousins, who are aged between 11 and 16 now. The two exceptions are the owners of the farm on which the school is located: I met them on the night before Bosworth, and they rescued me the morning after from a pile of dead bodies; I was very fortunate and they have even allowed me to take their surname, as I was a senior lieutenant in King Richard's army and a wanted man.

 

We recently heard some rumours about you four travelling with some mercenaries and heading London way, about eight months ago, so I went to London, to look for you. There, I heard the more recent news of you; I have been tracking you down for 12 days now. Now you are here and appear to be heading north. I assume you must have escaped."

 

Becket spoke up, "Yes, the mercenaries got drunk, the night before they were going to take us to the continent, so we took the opportunity and escaped. We headed this way thinking there might be a chance of finding other missing squires, and boys, who were lost after the battle."

 

"Well, it seems we are of a similar mind. I would note though that Hugh and John have developed a very close friendship with my two younger cousins, who are their same age, Aldwin with John and Barden with Hugh; Hugh and John have made their home with us at Sutton Cheney; I hope you haven't come to take them away. Anyway if you want to come and see your comrade again, I am happy to hire some horses, for you, Becket, and you, Tatum, while ponies I think would be better for Esmond and Ælfric. At the sound of their names said so warmly, the boys just melted, and began to sob.

 

Becket haltingly said, "You really have John, and he's OK; we heard some frightening noises from where we knew he had been taken, and we feared he was dead. Is he really OK?"

 

 

"Yes, Becket, but he will never be the sweet, cute little boy that he previously was. He has suffered things that even an adult would find hard to bear. You called me a pervert earlier and, I will, at the risk of my own life, admit that the house where I am taking you is occupied by 6 cousins, and one honorary cousin, and we are all gay; there are also 27 other boys whom I have rescued over the last few months; Danior and Vano here are just two more boys who have recently agreed to make my school their home, after their parents died, this last winter. The comfort that John has found in Aldwin's arms is mighty to behold as is the similar feeling that Hugh has for Barden. If you can't cope with that, you may take the horses and ponies and go on your own way, but if you wish to come and join our growing household of former squires of King Richard's Army and even a few of King Henry's, who all lost their Lords in the battle, you are very welcome.

 

Becket replies, "Well, Sir, it would be rather hypocritical of us to turn down your gracious offer. Though we were all unwilling victims of the rapes we have endured over the last eight months, both by the mercenaries who took us, and others they have given us to, at various places, we now all feel that we are so damaged and soiled that we could never look a girl in the eye and ask her to marry any of us, so we must now accept that we are committed, be it unwillingly, to either become asexual or be queers."

 

Now, young man, I won't have any of that talk, I hope that all the boys I have rescued, and the Seabrook boys, will take wives one day. For now, as boys, they are enjoying what they are doing with each other, and very occasionally with me, but most of them tell me that they hope to marry and have children of their own one day.

 

The four boys agree to go with Mitchell, and even share with Mitchell that they were able to steal from the mercenaries a few sovereigns and would be very willing to put that money into the extension of the school, which Mitchell has just flippantly mentioned will now be necessary.

 

Mitchell decided to push on fast and so they arrived at the school, late that day. Mitchell called for John and Hugh, John ran at his friends with joy and hugged each of them in turn. John then introduced Aldwin as his best friend, Becket in a giggly voice says, "I hear it may be more than that, Johnny", John blushes a bit, but Mitchell then assures him that Becket and the others are totally on board."

 

"You found them, thank you, Mitchell, the Oxenbury boys are together again."

 

Mitchell caught a glimpse of a wink between the 5 boys. Though the rapes had been horrific and scarred them all, maybe there had been some true love there before.

 

A week later, Becket and the other 4, including John, and Aldwin ask to have a chat with Mitchell, just before he leaves on another searching ride, there is still Winton, Edvin, Kendall, Presley and Ralph to be found.

 

Becket tells Mitchell of the wild sex times they had as squires at Oxenbury Castle, there was no forcing, except maybe, a little, on the first occasion, but all of them had developed deep love and had been having queer sex for some time before the battle.

 

 

Initiations had involved tying up the younger boy and then making him suck the cocks of all the older squires. After that, and not necessarily on the same day as the sucking ceremony, if he was willing, the youngest squire older than him would fuck the new squire and then the new squire would be passed a special baton, with a green stripe around the bottom and a small painting of the Oxenbury shield on it. The baton had been lost at the battle, so these 5 were the last of the tradition that had gone back over 100 years.

 

Becket continued, "We now recognise, since you have given us all your little lecture, that what we did was wrong but we do feel that by at least not forcing the buggery we were more on the side of the encouragement of love than of brutality. John has indeed done the sucking ceremony, but he has never been mounted by Esmond, so what with the loss of the baton and our new-found, better understanding of true queer love, we just wanted you to know the truth of our history and we are very pleased that Aldwin and John are now true lovers. Though we have not forced ourselves on any of our four new lovers, whom we have only met in the last week; you may have noticed that 4 pairs are now established, even though there has been no sex, only kissing, and cuddling. I also want you to use the sovereigns to build a new house for the school, so that it may accommodate more lost boys."

 

The couplings that Becket had alluded to were: Osbert Yves with Ælfric, Danior Heron with Esmond, Vano Heron with Becket, and Kendall Tancock with Tatum. While Thornton had maintained his non-sexual coupling with Osbert, through the winter, he was very pleased to see Osbert move on to an intimate friendship with a boy of his own age.

 

Mitchell approved and while he was away on his next rescue mission, the new house was very quickly built with everyone pitching in.

 

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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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).