James Stuart
the Erotic Historian

The Country Manor

Chapters 11-12

"That is correct."

Sam returned to his desk, and the visitor sat opposite him.

"Did you have a pleasant journey up here?"

"Not at all, the train was too full, and the driver of the carriage that brought me here was dreadful. I must say the condition of the roads in these parts are very bad."

"Well I have heard they are to be repaired," Sam said.

"Well about time to, I am used to a better infrastructure than here."

Sam decided to move on from the journey, since it seemed his guest had nothing good to say about it.

"I believe you are a politician, a member of her majesty's parliament?" he asked.

"That I am," Mr Drewood replied. "I represent a London constituency," he added, as if that would impress his host. It did not.

"Well we may as well get to the point of your visit, and that is to see if you want to join a rather special club I host here. You were recommended by another member, a Mr Simpson."

"Indeed, he is a fine man."

Sam hardly agreed with him on this point, as Mr Simpson was not a particular nice man at all. He had a rather unpleasant passion for pinching young boy bottoms. Not in playful manner either, but rather hard and painfully, something that Sam had warned him about on a few occasions. When Sam had mentioned to the party guests that there was an opening for one or two new members he was not too happy to get a recommendation from Mr Simpson, but he had been assured that the candidate was very rich, which was obviously an advantage. Sam tried to keep the number of members of this rather exclusive club down to about sixty, of which, typically around forty would turn up for each party. They were from all over Britain, most were wealthy and held influential positions, such as magistrates or directorships of large companies. Since one member had recently died, and another moved abroad, then this left two places to be filled, and it was up to Sam to decide if the man sat before him would be suitable.

"Did Mr Simpson give you some idea about the kind of things that happen at the club meetings?"

"He mentioned that there would be young boys available for our sexual pleasure."

Sam was surprised that there was not a hint of embarrassment as the man admitted his forbidden tastes.

"That's more or less correct," Sam said. "However before we go any further, I should tell you about the club rules, and then you can decide if these are acceptable to you. If they are not, then you can not become a member."

The man remained silent, and nodded to Sam to continue.

"The first and most important rule is the absolute secrecy of the club. You must never reveal the name of a fellow member to anyone outside of the club, nor mention what kind of things happen here. In addition, the identity of any boys present must also remain a secret. If it is brought to my attention that any member has broken this rule, they will be cast out immediately, and their membership deposit will not be returned. I am sure you understand that the kind of things that happen at these parties is against British law, and such secrecy is in all of our interests. If the club is exposed then we are all in danger."

"A sensible precaution, remember that I am a politician, discretion and secrecy is thus my business."

Sam knew this to be true, most men of Mr Drewood's profession were very good at withholding information.

"In addition to the secrecy rule, you must also agree to using what ever influence you have to protect the club and its members should any difficulties arise."

"Of course, you could count on me, I have a lot of friends in the corridors of power. Men like ourselves, that have discovered the joys of boy flesh, really must stick together. By the way, where do all the boys come from?"

"That's something I like to keep on a need to know basis," Sam replied.

"I understand," Mr Drewood said.

The fact was that Sam got a large part of his boys from an orphanage that was located around 40 miles from the Manor. The man who ran it was an old school friend of Sam's, and insured that the place was always stocked with as many horny boys as it could hold. From the rather large grant that Sam made to the orphanage from the profits of the parties, the building was well maintained and the boys that stayed there were amongst the best clothed, fed and educated in the country. Most importantly it also had a very low death rate, unlike the average within most other orphanages, which was a national disgrace. The local authorities that were, nominally at least, responsible for the orphanage, often wondered how the proprietor did so well on the pathetic amount of money that was supplied to him, which barely covered the cost of food to keep each child alive. However they remained quiet in case he asked for some more. Sam recruited the remainder of the boys that attended the Manor parties from local families, generally from those that owed him money.

"All I can tell you is that the cost of arranging the parties is not cheap, and so consequently neither is membership of the club. I levy a joining fee of 100 pounds, plus a deposit of 400. The later is returnable if for any reason you wish to leave the club, or after a year when it is clear that you will abide by all the rules. In addition there is a yearly membership fee of 50 pounds, and a fee of ten pounds for each party you attend. I'm sorry if you find this expensive, but this is not a poor man's club, and everyone pays the same price."

Actually this was a bit of a lie, as Sam did give a discount to certain guests that he knew were struggling to meet the fees, but were very popular with the boys. One of these was the old Scottish Colonel, Henry, who hardly paid anything at all. Another was the doctor, though he was required to give medical assistance when required. In any case Mr Drewood indicated that he did not have a problem with the fees.

"I shall now give you details of the parties themselves. There are three groups that attend. The first are the members themselves, obviously all adult men. The second group are the boys accompanied by the guests. Should you decide to bring one along, he must be between 10 and 16, physically attractive, and obviously he must likes sex. In any case I will assess if a boy brought along is suitable for return visits, and for each boy you bring will reduce your party fee by two pounds, to a minimum of four pounds. Boys that are anal virgins can have that virginity sold at auction during the party, of which you keep 75%, the remainder goes to the house. What these boys do is up to the guest that brings them along, and can involve exchanges of money, or other boys. The third group are the boys that I supply. These are available for the entertainment of all the guests, and they have been trained to be obedient, so will perform whatever service you require. You are obviously free to touch or feel the children in any way you wish, or ask them to do the same to you. In addition you can request oral sex from all of the boys, or anal intercourse with any boy over 10 years of age. Those wearing a silver necklace round their necks are under 10, and can not be sodomised. However, whilst you can take any sexual liberty with the boys, with the exception of what I have just said, I will not permit any form of physical violence against them. Thus no flogging, cuffing, hitting etc. If the boy consents, then a mild spanking, meant purely to arouse him is allowed, but nothing too extreme."

"Surely the boys should be beaten if they are insolent or disobedient in any way," Mr Drewood said.

"If they are, then you must bring them to me, and I will deal with it. It was once permitted for guests to discipline misbehaving youngsters, but after one lad got a severe beating for a very minor offence, it was decided that in the future, I alone would handle such matters. Do you agree to this condition?"

"Of course, whatever you say," the man said, though Sam thought he could see a slight look of disappointment in his eyes.

"Another important matter concerns minimising the risk of catching any sexually transmitted diseases. You must not attend any club event if you are suffering from any kind of venereal disease, and must wait until it is fully cured. If it can not be cured, you must leave the club. Guests that attempt to flout this rule will be expelled permanently. You must be willing to let the doctor inspect you the first time you go to a party, and anytime thereafter he feels is appropriate. The same goes for any boys you bring along yourself. All the boys I supply are checked regularly."

"I assure you that I am perfectly healthy."

"I'm sure you are, but we will still have to check. Anyway that just about covers all the regulations. One last thing, it would be nice if you made sure that any boy you go with also has a good time. This is not a rule, and it is up to you of course, but most members are only too happy to oblige. I'm sure you agree that keeping the young lads happy and horny is in all of our interests."

Mr Drewood nodded, but did not comment on this point. Sam continued.

"So, having heard all this, do you wish to join the club and agree to abide by its rules?"

"Yes, very much so, its sounds just what I have been looking for."

"Very well. Now as far as payment is concerned this is always in advance, there is no credit given, I am not a bank. September's party is this Saturday, which I imagine is too short a time for you to advance the necessary money to my bank in London. Maybe I can put you down for the party in October?"

"Oh no, I would like to attend this coming one. You need not worry, I have the necessary money with me now."

Mr Drewood opened a small briefcase he had next to him and removed several large bundles of bank notes. He then counted out a total of 570 pounds in front of an astonished Sam Grange. This he had not expected, the man must be a walking gold mine.

"That covers the initial membership, deposit, this years fees, and the next two parties, is that in order?"

"Err…, well I guess so, I really hadn't expected you to pay today."

"We city men do not hang around, time is of the essence. Speaking of which I had better dash off now, I am needed in the house tonight for a forthcoming vote. Good day to you Mr Grange, I will see you on Saturday."

"Well, Ok, around 8pm if possible."

"I will be there", and that said the man rose to his feet, shook his host by the hand, and left the room, leaving Sam staring at the pile of bank notes. However, despite him being a good payer, there was something in the manner of the man that Sam did not like, although this was probably because he never trusted politicians. He was almost a little annoyed that Mr Drewood had paid so promptly, as otherwise he could have written to him and refused his application for membership. Still he would not be the only unpleasant club member, Sam would just have to keep an eye on him.

The Saturday of the party was Jamie's grandmother's birthday, and there was a small family meal to celebrate. The young boy had no real problem with this, he really did love his grandmother, his only grandparent that was still alive. However it did mean he could not go to the Manor until later in the afternoon, so therefore he could not take a part in the shows this month, which rather annoyed him. In any case he left his grandmother's at three, and was in the Manor at the correct time to receive his knock out milk drink, and thus have his nap. After the communal bath, Jamie found out the theme for the party that night was to be the underwater kingdom. The boys were thus costumed out as various fishes and other sea animals. This generally consisted of a fin, made from some wire and covered in a light material, and also some head gear. Other than this they were uncovered, so that even the older boys had their asses and genitals entirely exposed on this occasion. When Sam entered, Jamie noticed that he was wearing a white tunic, had a wreath of leaves around his head, and was carrying a large trident. When the boy asked Billy, who had also come in, exactly whom his father was playing, Billy replied he was Neptune, God of the Oceans.

Once the party had begun Jamie found himself having to help with serving the food and drink, as well as be available for the guests entertainment should he be so asked. Since he was such an attractive child, not surprisingly this happened on a number of occasions. Most of the time Jamie was only too happy to oblige, as the men often did things to him that made him feel nice. However on one occasion he was summoned over by a man he did not recognise from the previous parties. This man was a rather burly gentleman, dressed in a very expensive suit. He ordered the young fair-haired boy over his knee, and proceeded to run his hands, not all that gently, over the ten-year-old's butt.

"Nice ass you have here boy, just what I've been looking for."

"Thank you, sir," Jamie answered, wondering if that was the appropriate answer.

"Do you get whipped at school when how are a naughty boy?"

"Yes sir", the boy answered, thinking this was a stupid question.

"What implement does the teacher use?"

"A wooden ruler, sir." Jamie was not enjoying the direction these questions were heading.

"Hmm, that's a rather mild instrument in my opinion," the man said.

Jamie just though the silly man should try having it slapped against his own bum, then he might not considered it so mild.

"I've always thought that there is no substitute for a good caning, that's what we always got at the school I attended," the gentleman continued as he caressed the boy's ass. "I take it you're always flogged on your bare bottom?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's good, I bet your pretty bottom reddens nicely."

Jamie just gulped, and rather hoped the man was not about to start hitting him to find out. Fortunately he just sighed, patted the boy lightly on his rump, and sent him off to get another lad. Jamie noticed the substitute boy was soon placed in the same position, and no doubt would face the same silly questions.

This month there was to be a couple of virgin boys up for sale. It was in fact a pair of twins from the orphanage, which had just passed the magic age of ten which Sam had deemed the minimum before ass fucking could commence. They both went for a handsome sum, which would help to further swell the coffers at their institution. As they were twins, Sam suggested that they should be penetrated for the first time at the same moment, and both of the two gentlemen whom had purchased this right agreed. After lubricating the men's pricks with their mouths, the boys eagerly got into position lying face to face on opposite sides of a wide couch. The men got behind them, and after a signal from one of them they started to push their adult pricks into the young boys holes. They both yelled in pain, but it was clear to an astute observer that this was done due to some instructions, rather than real distress. After just a couple of minutes the boys were thrusting their asses back at the men fucking them, and were kissing their other twin passionately.

The ease with which the children had taken what was, supposedly, their first fuck, threw into some question the virgin status of their tight holes. The man who ran the orphanage also tried to impose a no fucking under tens rule, but the over sexed boys that lived there did not seem to take this very seriously. It was rather nave to believe that the two twins could have remained anal virgins in such an environment, and no doubt several well endowed teenagers had already had had the pleasure of the twins young butts. As was the case for both Jamie, and at least one of the other boys sold with him, the term virgin in these auctions had to be viewed with some caution. Rather it meant, never previously fucked at these parties. However since the twins had been regulars at the party for some time now, it seemed a number of gentlemen were willing to bid to be the first member to actually fuck them here, regardless of whether they were in fact the first overall.

Following the auction was the show, and this was the normal multiple boy sexual affair. Obviously all the shows had a sea theme, and in the last grand orgy scene, a large amount of water has sprayed around during a water fight. This left all the participating kids dripping wet, but for the audience this only helped to increase the eroticism of the affair, as they watched the slippery bodies slithering around as the boys sucked and fucked their way through the show.

By the end of the show Jamie found himself sat on old Colonel Henry McDonald's knee. Not surprisingly he was not alone, with another ten year old occupying the other knee, two more boys squeezed in either side of the man on the couch, and a further three sat at his feet. As the party started to break up, and the guests selected which boy or boys would be spending the night with them, Jamie noticed the rather mean gentleman that had asked him all the questions about being whipped, approaching.

"A good day sir," Henry said, "I believe you're the new member?"

"That is correct," the man replied.

"Well we've not had the chance to be properly introduced, me name is Henry McDonald, Colonel, but now retired."

"Pleased to meet you," the man replied, and shook the Colonel by the hand. "My name is Graham Drewood, a member of her majesty's parliament. I was wondering if I might acquire that ravishing young blond child sat on you knee", the man pointed out Jamie.

"Well I've no objections, if the wee laddie wants to." The Colonel turned to Jamie and said, "Would yer like to spend the evening with kind Mr Drewood here, or join an old soldier in bed?"

Jamie was a bit confused, as he was not used to being asked what he wanted. At least being told what to do was easier. He felt it would be rude not to go with the new gentleman, but the idea of laying over a man's knee being questioned about how he was spanked did not appeal to Jamie at all, whereas spending the night with the old Colonel seemed like fun.

"I'd prefer to stay with you, sir," he answered at last.

"Well that settles it, I'm sorry Graham, but there are plenty of other boys around."

"I would have thought what the boy did or did not want was wholly irrelevant, it is us guests that make the decisions here," Mr Drewood replied angrily. "You seem to have enough boys already, I only want one."

"Mr Grange has stated that I may take as many boys as I please, and if it makes you happier, then I choose this lad here." A slightly icy edge had entered the old man's normally jolly voice.

"As you wish," the politician said, and headed off to find another boy. Jamie sighed in relief.

"Well let's be having yer sweet laddies, the night awaits us."

The Colonel selected all seven boys that had been sat around him, and picked another three from the number of boys that were hanging round in hope that he asked them. The group then set off and was shortly inside a large room that had been allocated to Henry. Jamie noticed that the bed was bigger than most, no doubt to accommodate the many boys the old man normally selected.

The ten boys varied in age between 10 and 14, so Jamie was one of the youngest. He also knew Freddy, an 11-year-old that worked in a neighbouring farm, and Philip, a 13-year-old orphanage boy that Billy had introduced to him. The young lad wondered if he was going to be drilled like he had observed the Colonel doing to some other boys. However it soon became apparent that the old man had some different games in mind. He started by getting them all to pair up, and got them to adopt a 69 position. They were then ordered to commence sucking, with the old Colonel moving round attempting to ensure that they all performed to military precision, with all the boys on top thrusting up their bottoms at exactly the same moment. Jamie found himself paired with Freddy, with whom he used to play with when they were both younger. They had certainly not done anything like this, and with the way Freddy was licking and sucking the blond boy's little cock and balls, he certainly regretted that now.

Following this Henry had the boys fuck their partner, and once more attempted to get the boys to time their thrusts. This gave the man the rather amusing scene of five shapely asses rising and falling together as they buggered the boy below them. After a few minutes of this, the boys were told to swap round so that the fucker became the fuckee, and Jamie got his chance to enjoy Freddy's tight hole for a while, before the Colonel again called a halt to the proceedings.

"OK lads, now its time to sort out the men from the boys and conduct a wee endurance test."

The Colonel put one boy in charge of his watch to time how long each could last. The first test involved the boys being tickled in various positions with the victim having to yell stop once he could bear no more. To start with the tickling was mild, done by just the Colonel alone, but soon it became more intense, and other boys were invited to join in with the torture. Henry loved this game, as he adored the sound of a boy laughing, which he considered to be the most wonderful music that could be made. He also liked to find out which part of each boy where he was the most ticklish. For some it was the feet, others under the arms, or round the neck. Almost without fail there would be hoots of laughter once he started to attack their ribs. The boys lasted between two and five minutes before calling a halt, with the winner being Joey, an attractive 14 year old. Jamie had done rather poorly, having yelled stop the moment the Colonel had started on his feet.

The next test of endurance was sexual, with each boy having to try and resist having an orgasm for as long as he could. It would start with the Colonel kissing and caressing the boy until he was hard. Then the man began to gently suck the erect organ, whilst the other boys would start running their hands over his smooth skin. If a few minutes of this was not enough to make the lad orgasm, then the Colonel would roll him on his side and whilst he speeded up the sucking, he would either have another boy fuck the victim, or lick his anus, whichever the old man thought would arouse the youth more. Without exception a few minutes of this and the boy would spasm, and for those old enough to produce cream, would give the old Colonel a drink of sweet boy cum. One of the younger boys won this competition, a little red headed 11 year old with a freckled face, called Simon. However there was some dispute in this as some of the older boys claimed he had in fact managed to slip in another mild orgasm early on in the endurance test, but this was difficult to prove as the child had too few years to be capable of producing the liquid evidence.

With the two tests complete, the Colonel lay on his back, and admired the large array of gorgeous bare flesh around him. He was fully erect himself by now, and the ten boys realised it was now their turn to pleasure him. They did not wait long before throwing themselves into this task, with four boys moving their young faces down near his prick, were they took turns sucking him, whilst the others licked his balls, or the part of his shaft that the sucker could not manage to swallow. Another two boys moved up to the old soldier's head, where they were soon engaged in some heavy kissing. Henry moved his arms round these two, and felt there smooth butts. The remaining four boys busied themselves with sucking the Colonel's nipples, or otherwise caressing parts of his body not attended to by the remaining kids. No man could last long with such extensive simulation, particularly from such a pretty set of playthings, and so after just a few minutes he was blasting his cum all over the faces of the four boys attending his cock.

The Colonel lay calmly on his back, slowly recovering from the ecstasy his ten young boys had taken him to. After just a few seconds of peace, young Freddy asked.

"Uncle Henry, are you married?" Henry was one of the few guests that liked the boys to refer to him as 'uncle'.

"No," the man answered, "Why do yer ask?"

"Well since my daddy passed away last year, my mummy's been looking for a new husband. I'm sure you'd do the job real well, and I'd love you to be my Dad."

The Scot was rather touched by the little boy's request, but he was not exactly looking for a wife himself.

"I'm sure yer would make me a son to be proud of laddie, but alas I feel a young woman like yer good mother, could find herself a better husband than old codger like meself."

"Have you ever had a wife?" Jamie asked.

"Nah Nah lad, yer must know by now that I prefer the sweet company of dear little things like yerself." The old man paused for a while, and then corrected himself. "Well, now I come to think of it, I was sort of married, a long time back, but twas not exactly a normal arrangement, though tis an interesting story."

"Tell us, tell us," the boys all shouted in chorus.

"Well tis not one of me military stories, that I know you younglings like so much, and also tis more than a wee bit sexy in parts."

The children pleaded with the man even more strenuously to tell the story, and he agreed. Being an avid storyteller he was hardly complaining, but he liked the boys to beg him for it anyway.

The Colonel sat back thinking for a while, trying to remember all the details, and then he began.

"Well it all starts many, many years back, shortly after I had started me active service for her majesty's army. I had just finished me officer's training, and I had been posted to India, were I was stationed in the city of Bombay awaiting the allocation of me first command. Bombay is a bustling trading town, and filled with distractions for young men such as meself."

"I've never seen an Indian," Simon said, "someone once told me that they all have two heads."

The old man laughed, wondering who may have filled the lad's head with such nonsense. Still it was more than likely than he had indeed never seen an Indian gentleman in the flesh. The British empire had been expanding a lot in recent years, and the sight of a foreigner in London, or one of the major trading ports, was quite common. However out in a small country village like the one the boys lived in, a black face was very rare indeed.

"Nay lad, folk from India look very similar to ourselves, save the colour of their skin. Indeed Indians are of the same basic racial type as us, namely Caucasian. However those from the southern parts are as black as coal, while those from round where I was based have a sort of chocolate coloured skin. Young Indian boys are particular attractive, but then I'm biased.

Anyway, as I was saying, we young army men had some free time on our hands, and also more than a wee bit of money, and the locals were all too willing to take that from us. The streets were filled with all kinds of bars and places offering food. There were endless markets and traders trying to sell all sorts of junk to inexperienced young soldiers. Of course there were also plenty of other establishments of a far more dubious reputation, namely the brothels. Outside of these, young women flirted with the men passing by, trying to persuade them in. Even back then I was only really interested in boys, so I did not partake in the pleasures these places offered, though plenty of me colleagues did. However one day I was walking back to the barracks where me regiment was based, when a rather uncouth Indian man approached me, and asked if I was looking for some place with women. Such offers were common, and I brushed him away as normal. Yet he persisted, and asked if I would prefer a house of boys. Now the man had me attention, but naturally I was a wee bit nervous about taking his offer, I thought he might lead me into a trap or something. Anyhow's me hormones overcame me fears, and so I told the man to take me to this place. As it happens the building we went to was on the same street as the female brothels, only this had no one outside trying to usher people in. I guess they needed to be a bit more discreet.

I was welcomed in by a rather portly Indian gentleman, who led me to a side room, saying he was sure he'd have something I wanted. I sat there for a while, not really knowing what to expect, I was sure he was going to offer me some ugly young men, but I got a big surprise when he led in about six delightful boys. Four of the boys were entering puberty, or maybe just before that, I'd say between 11 and 14 years old. The other two were even younger, one looked about 8, and the other was very small, he kanna have been a day over 6. Anyhow's, after I'd overcome the shock, he asked if I wanted a better look, and naturally I'd no objections, so he removed the kind of frock each was wearing. Well I was in heaven feasting me eyes on all that beautiful boy flesh, I really didn't know which one of the lovelies to choose. I finally settled on one who had a real cute smile, and after I'd agreed a price with the proprietor, the young lad took me hand, and led me, whilst he was still naked, to a nearby bedroom.

The room was none to clean, as I remember, but I was not too concerned about that at the time, I was so excited about what was going to happen. Until then I hadn't had sex with a boy since me school days, and as yer can understand, me pecker was at full mast. The young boy I was with must have been about 11 or 12, but tis hard to tell with Indian boys, as they often look younger than they are. I couldn't ask him as I soon found out that he spoke no English. Not that language was necessary at this time, so I stripped off me uniform, and in no time was running me hands all over his chocolate skin, whilst we kissed and hugged. After a few minutes of this, the lovely young lad dropped to his knees and started sucking on me rock hard stick. Well the feel of his soft tongue and lips on me tender parts soon had me in heaven I can tell yer. He sucked as well as any boy I'd been lucky enough to play with during me time at a Scottish boarding school, and I had sex with a lot of horny lads there. I realise now that the young Indian boy had had a lot of practice, given what he did for a living. Well I reckon he knew I was ready to burst, as he suddenly jumped up, laid down on the edge of the bed, thrust his little bum in the air, and reached back with his hands to pull his dark globes apart. Well there was no doubting what he was waiting for me to do, and in those days I was less worried about whether or not a boy wants to be ass fucked as I'd like to think I am now. So I quickly rammed me man meat right up his tight little hole, and was soon buggering that young boy for all I was worth. Alas, twas more than I could bear, and after a short delicious ride, I fired into him, and twas all over too soon.

Hardly surprising I returned to that boy brothel a lot of times after that, and spent quite a bit of me army pay there. Not long after that I discovered that there were a lot of young street boys that seemed to flirt with young men that would bother to take any notice of them. So I started taking these to cheap hotel rooms, and found I could have sex with pretty, horny boys far cheaper than at the brothel.

Aye, they was happy days, I was still young and virile then, and I must have worked my way through a fair number of wee laddies at that time."

Henry went silent for a while as he reflected on that long lost time. The old man had actually managed to get a partial erection during his narrative, but this was put into shame by the somewhat harder pricks sported by his attentive listeners. They were soon urging him to continue.

"Well, anyhows this has little to do with me main story line, but I thought twas nice to set the scene. So, one day I was summoned in to see me commanding officer, who informed me I was to be given command of me first cavalry squadron, and would be sent out on a mission the next week. Well the thought of leaving Bombay, where I was having such a grand time, was not a happy one. Still I was young, and keen to experience the thrill of battle, so I was very excited at this news.

Mind you, I soon found out that this was no campaign I had been assigned to. No, instead me and me men were to go out to a small village a couple of days ride north of Bombay, and to defend the place from some bandit raids they had been suffering. Well tis hardly the responsibility of the British army to guard everyone of the multitude of villages within that vast country, but within this one lived some important member of the local Indian aristocracy, and twas part of British policy to keep these people happy. This way they helped keep the local population content, whilst we remained effectively in control.

Well the officer that sent me explained that he reckoned the bandits would never appear whilst there were brave British soldiers to fight, and we were part of the Scot's guards, one of her majesty's finest regiments. He was right, we never saw a single bandit, not even on patrol."

"Do you mean there was no one to fight at all, what kind of mission was that?" interrupted a young voice.

"Well I warned you this was no military tale, if you want to hear about some fighting, I'll have to stop now and start another story."

Most of the other boys, particularly the older ones, glared at the offending youngster for daring to risk the ruining of a tale of which they were quite happy as it was. They quickly urged the Colonel to keep going.

"So, there we were, out in the middle of nowhere, with nowt more to do than feed our horses, and watch the time go past. Anyways the local bigwig that we were there's to protect was kind enough to offer me the hospitality of his own home whilst we were based there. As this was far more comfortable that the rough tents travelling soldiers reside in, I accepted. I know now that I really should have stayed with me men, but I was still inexperienced, and heady with the power of command. The master gave me a magnificent room, and I joined him and his family for evening dinner, which was always a lavish affair, even though I was a wee bit concerned about what was some of the stuff I was eating. I'd heard that in some places in India they even eat monkey brains."

"Ughh!!!" all the boys said together.

"Now the master had two sons and three daughters. The eldest son must have been sixteen or seventeen, was already as tall as his father, and had a proud noble bearing. It was clear he would make a fine heir. Good looking as the boy was, he was but a shadow of the second son. This boy was called Singee, and at the time of this story was just 13 years old. He surpassed in beauty all the other Indian boys I had seen to that date, with fine soft hair, a gorgeous smooth face, and the most wonderful deep eyes. Aye, those eyes, I can still see them now, they were like a deep cool well, drawing you in like a spell. They told of a intelligent bright mind within, whilst also sparkling with a hint of mischievousness. It was this young lad that made dinner time a sheer joy, he even spoke some English, and I adored it when he laughed.

Well I had been there for a few days, when late one evening, I decided to make a wee inspection of the house defences, you know, to ensure everything was in order. I felt I had to justify me presence there. Well it was a hot night, like so many in that part of the world, the sky was filled with stars and the moon was full and shone like a bright lamp. Thus, despite it being night, it was extraordinarily light. A poor time to launch a night attack, but I kept on my inspection in any case. The master's home was a large place, and twas surrounded by a high wall. Mind you it was no fortress, but sort of like a fortified house. Anyways, I was patrolling the walls, checking on the handful of local guards the host had, when a figure moving in one of the inner gardens caught me eye. It was none other than young Singee, carrying a bucket. I stopped to watch the beautiful boy, as he made his way over to a small pool, and filled the bucket. You can imagine me surprise when the next thing he did was to quickly strip of his clothes, leaving me in full sight of his naked body.

Aye, and what a lovely sight twas too, as I admired his perfect dark skin, and the round curved cheeks of his shapely bottom. His youthful prick was a good size for his age, and his two crinkly balls swung low from his body, showing he had entered puberty. Mind you he had only just started on that journey, as there was not a hair on his beautiful body other than on his head. Well I stood mesmerised watching him, as he poured the water over his body, and using some soap he had with him, started to wash himself all over. Was I jealous of those lucky hands of his that ran over that angelic body, paying particular attention to his genitals, and his smooth buttocks. After he had rinsed his body for the final time, he suddenly looked up, and straight into me eyes. At first I was in a panic, not too sure if one was supposed to be watching the master's son as he bathed, but then I thought, well, what the heck, if he decides to wash himself in public, he can't complain if he attracts an audience. So I just gazed right back into those heavenly eyes of his, and he broke into the loveliest wide smile. Singee then picked up his clothes, and without bothering to get dressed, slowly made his way back to the house, as I observed his magnificent backside wobbling as he walked.

That night, as I lay in me bed, I couldn't get his naked body out of my mind, and I decided to use a man's reliable old friend for a bit of relief, namely me hand. Then I heard some noise just outside the window. I had a ground floor room, and reached for me sword that lay nearby. Imagine me surprise, when I saw someone climbing in through the window. Almost immediately I knew it was Singee, as his slim frame was silhouetted by the moonlight streaming through the open window. He was still nude, and the way the light reflected off his dark skin was an erotic sight indeed. Anyways I was a wee bit nervous about what was going to happen next, I could hardly believe he had come in to wish me a good night. However I had to remember this was no street boy, whose body was for sale to any man that cared for it. Yet, without saying a word, he crept over to me bed and slithered inside. The moment me body touched his warm, smooth skin, me worries and hang-ups instantly melted away. We quickly started a hot passionate embrace, and me hands started to feel every square inch of his wonderful body. I lost track of how long we remained in that position, me lips glued to his, me tongue swirling around in his mouth, but at length he broke off, and spitting onto his palms, started to lubricate me by now raging pecker. That done, he raised his hips, and though I could hardly believe what he was about to do, he impaled himself on me rod, and in no time I was up his hot ass to the hilt.

With the ease I entered him twas clear the young laddie was no virgin. Who had taught him about the pleasure of being ass-fucked, be it his brother, an uncle, or even one of the guards, I never did find out, but without question he had a passion for having a stiff prick shoved up his tight little hole. I was determined to hold back, and he rode me for what must have been near on 15 minutes before I blasted me cum into the boy's bowels, and he shot his over me belly. We were both covered in sweat, yet I still thought he had the sweetest smell as I held him in me arms whilst we both recovered. We must have made love most of the night, and three or four times I successfully got him to shoot his cum into me mouth, and it tasted like the finest honey I can tell yer. All the same, what he liked best was being buggered, the harder, the better. By the time he crept out of the window it was almost morning, and me poor prick was as sore as hell. It was the best night of me life, and I remember it like twas yesterday."

Yet again the old man fell silent, allowing both his own passions, and those of his listeners to cool before he continued.

"Not surprisingly, he joined me in me bed each night following that, and we sucked and fucked until we both fell asleep. Yet soon after he wanted us to meet up during the day, and I, being unable to resist his charms agreed, and so we met whenever the opportunity allowed. We made love in various outhouses, my bedroom, his, and even out in the country, when I was supposed to be teaching him horse riding. Yet it was riding my prick is what he wanted, and I was only too happy to oblige. Of course, we started to get less cautious, and foolhardy, and one day, inside a woodshed within the grounds, whilst he was on his knees and I was slamming into his butt for all I was worth, in walked the master. We were both buck naked, and I might have said I was teaching his son to wrestle, if me hard prick had not been rammed up his ass at the time. Well the master threw a fit, he summoned his guards, and we were both ordered to get dressed, then hauled into the house.

I can tell yer, I was one worried man. I didn't know what he was going to do next, if he would kill me, or report me to army command, when me career would have been over for sure. Still I kanna blame no one but meself, so I waited to see what he had in store, and it was a hell of a surprise for sure. He summoned a number of senior family members and village elders together, and after a long conference, when they were babbling away in a language that I could not understand, he came to me with a decision.

He said, since I had robbed his son of his manhood, the only honourable solution was for me to marry the boy. Well, as yer can imagine, I almost fainted when he said that, but, as I knew such a marriage would never be recognised by the British authorities, I had nothing to lose. I readily agreed, hoping it would save me skin. Yet twas what he said next that threw me, since he explained as his son was to become a boy wife, stripped of all the privileges of a man, then he would have to be made into a eunuch."

"What's a eunuch?" Jamie asked.

"Tis an unfortunate male that has been castrated, his balls cut off for ever."

"Oh, that's dreadful," the young boy replied, "why would anyone have to suffer that?"

"Tis a good question sweet laddie, but throughout history men have frequently been castrated, mostly unwillingly, as it is done when they are mere boys, but sometimes by choice."

"Why would anyone want to lose their balls?" Freddy asked.

"Sometimes, particularly in the east, men feel that they are more like a woman than a man, and so have themselves castrated. Yet also some have done this as part of a career move, as eunuchs were highly sought after, particularly by the rich and powerful."

"Why would anyone want to hire a eunuch?"

"Oh, for a number of reasons. Firstly they make good guards for the harems of wives that some rich men have. Although the guards could still, in theory, fuck the women in the harem, at least the master knows any offspring that results would have to be his own. Yet some men, like the Emperor Justinanian, used eunuchs as his own personal guards and attendants. Justinanian ruled the Byzantine Empire in the fifth century AD, this was based at Constantinople, and covered what was once the eastern part of the old Roman empire. At the time emperors were often murdered by strong men seeking the throne for themselves, yet he felt that since a eunuch could not start his own dynasty, he would be less likely to do this. As such these eunuchs become very powerful in their own right, since they were in direct contact with the emperor. Indeed one even became one of Justinanian's finest generals."

"I guess Justinanian was not into boy cum, since he only had eunuchs around him," one of the boys said.

"Actually, Justinanian was not into boys at all. Quite the opposite in fact, the man was quite a moralist, and banned the practice of pederasty within the empire. Many a boy lover met a nasty demise because of that man, and he was largely responsible for ending centuries of tolerance within the Greek world to the passion of which I share."

"So poor Singee had his balls cut off?" Jamie asked.

"Well that was what his father wanted," Henry replied, realising he had been somewhat distracted from the original narrative.

"Yet the idea of this was absolutely abhorrent to meself. The thought of his beautiful body being mutilated in that way, and his sweet cum to be lost forever was awful. I begged the boy's father not to do this, saying I would prefer to have me wife in one piece. Still he insisted, his son was no longer a man, and his balls had to go. It seemed as if I would be powerless to prevent it. In the circumstances I could hardly report the matter to the British, and even if I had, our policy was always not to interfere with local customs unless they threatened the crown. I then discovered that I was to be present at the ceremony were the boy would be castrated, I was even introduced to the local doctor that would perform the cruel cut. I decided the best move was to bribe this man not to do the deed, so I gathered every penny I had saved since I had arrived, and we Scots have a reputation of being able to hang on to our money, so it was no small sum. However, he wanted more, so I was forced to lend cash from me own men, until finally he agreed to the price.

On the day of the castration I was nervous as hell, poor Singee had been tied down, and as the doctor reached under his frock to do the deed, the little laddie screamed like mad. I prayed that the doctor had just trodden on his foot, or something, and had not actually castrated him. I swore I would behead the man if he had betrayed me. In a macabre twist, the doctor then showed meself and the father the severed balls, and they were so covered in blood they could have been almost anything. I just hoped that they were the part of some animal the doctor had substituted.

Anyways, we were married the next day. Singee was dressed like a woman, and was in a sombre looking mood. All I wanted to do was ask him if he was still in possession of his male assets, but we got no time alone. After a long and dreary ceremony, it was not until the evening when I got to take possession of me new bride, and I carried him off to me bedroom. He stripped slowly, sensing my impatience, but finally he dropped his marriage dress, and with a huge grin on his face showed me his beautiful cock, and there nestled underneath, his still present balls. Aye, I was a happy man then, and we made love passionately all night long. So, the bizarre situation developed where Singee shared me bed at night as me wife, and all in the family was calm again.

Eventually, it became clear the bandits had gone elsewhere, and we were ordered back to the regimental headquarters in Bombay. Naturally I had to bring me young wife with me, but this posed a bit of a problem. I knew that I could hardly request for married quarters, given that me wife was a young boy. However, fortunately I had made an Indian friend in Bombay, and he agreed to take the boy into his family. It seemed he was familiar with the phenomena of boy wives, and had no problem with me calling round as much as I wanted, to indulge in me marital rights. This situation suited me and Singee well, but one day I was posted away again, and I decided to leave the boy with me friend. On me return I was told that the regiment was to be deployed far to the north, to help fight some northern tribes that were causing problems. It was obvious I would be away a long time, so I went to see my darling boy, knowing I had some bad news. As it turned out, the friend who took the boy in had some news as well. It seems while I was away, the horny youth was happily having sexual affairs with his patron's sons and daughters. One of the girls, who was about his age, had actually become pregnant, which had somewhat shocked me friend, as he had assumed me boy wife was a eunuch. Anyways, it seemed the boy had fallen in love with the girl he had gotten in the family way, so I revoked my marriage, and the two were married as a proper man and wife shortly before I left.

I returned to Bombay some seven years later, and went to visit the young couple, still only 20. By this time they had had three children, and each one was as pretty as you can imagine. I was certainly glad I had spent all that money those many years back to save their father's balls, and allow these delightful three into the world.

That's the end of the tale boys, I said me marriage was unconventional, and so it was. Now then, do I spot a few wee stiffies amongst you young'uns that could do with some attention."

It was true, the erotic tale had left most of the boys in an aroused state, although the Colonel's prick was still flaccid.

"Fuck me, and pretend I was your wife", one of the thirteen year olds said to the man.

"Aye, that would be nice, but I still need a lot more time to recuperate than you young laddies. However, I'll be pleased to watch you boys play amongst yourselves, whilst I wet me whistle with a little Scotch whisky."

Henry reached for a small metal flask near his bed, but was rather dismayed to discover that it was empty. He asked for a volunteer to refill it, and immediately all the boys said yes.

"I think young Jamie here was first, you can go sweetie." Jamie smiled at the kindly old man, and took the flask from him.

"Make sure you fill it with proper Scotch whisky, none of that Irish stuff, and definitely not French Cognac."

Jamie assured the man he would do as he was told, and then ran off quickly to do the errand, pleased he could do something for the nice man. When he had gone, Henry got eight of the boys into pairs for the next round of games, whilst he personally took care of the remaining 13 year old himself. He wondered if he could coax a drink of boy cum from the boy, whilst he was waiting for his whiskey.

Wasting not time, Jamie ran straight back to the hall where most of the evening's activities had taken place. The boy was completely naked, but since he had spent most of the night in this state, he had ceased to be aware of it. There were still some people in the large room, but he paid them no attention, and went over to a table where the drinks were kept. Fortunately the young boy could read well enough to locate a bottle labelled Scotch Whisky, and so he carefully filled the Colonel's flask with the dark liquid, and screwed the top back on. He took a quick gulp from a large bowl of lemonade, which was intended for the children's refreshment, before heading back to Henry's room. As he rounded the corner of one of the halls on the way, Jamie completely unexpectantly ran straight into another boy, who was rushing round from another corridor. The two boys crashed straight to the floor, and as the young blond was rubbing his head after the impact, the other lad leapt up and ran off in the direction Jamie had come from. A second later a man also rounded the corridor.

"Come back here you young scamp," he yelled. "I haven't finished with you yet."

The man was about to set off down in pursuit, when his eye caught the astonished looking child still sat on the floor.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here, my reluctant companion. Since my last boy has just ran off, then you will have to do as a replacement." The man hauled Jamie to his feet, and the young boy was horrified to be looking into the leering face of Mr Drewood.

"I… I… can't sir, I have to deliver this flask of whisky to the Colonel." The boy was still gripping on to the metal flask.

"Well haven't you heard how bad that is for an old man's health." The man grabbed the flask from Jamie, and tossed it aside. "Come with me child", and he dragged the boy off in the direction he had arrived.

Jamie was both frightened and confused. He knew he had to do what the adults said, but in this case he was having one adult override the orders of another, and to be honest, he would have preferred to be carrying out the wishes of the friendly old soldier, than this horrid man. Whatever Jamie thought he should be doing was wholly irrelevant, as the cast iron grip of the man was determining the boy's direction of travel. The pair had not gone very far before Mr Drewood pulled Jamie into the room that had been allocated to himself, and shut the door behind him.

"Right then boy, we do not want you running away like the last one," the man said, and pulling Jamie over to a table near the bed, he took hold of some silk scarves, and started to bind the youngster's hands together. He then pushed the boy onto the bed, and proceeded to tie his feet.

"I won't run away," Jamie whimpered, not liking the idea of being tied up.

"You might when you see what I want," the man laughed, and pulling the boy to his feet, roughly squeezed his little balls, causing the boy to shout out in pain. Having succeeded in getting the child to open his mouth, Mr Drewood immediately stuffed a gag inside, and then using another silk scarf, tied this firmly into place.

"Right, that's how I want you, little one."

The mean politician then picked the child up, carried him over to a low stool, and stood the boy onto it. He then left the kid standing there whilst he was doing something behind Jamie's back. The anxious youngster heard a clattering sound above him, as if something had been thrown to the roof. Then, rather unexpectedly, he felt a noose being placed over his neck, and then tightened, so the poor boy had to stand right up in order to avoid being choked. Jamie was now scared out of his wits, he just had no idea what this horrid man was going to do next. It was not a pleasant sight, as the man walked into the boy's line of sight, grinning wildly as he admired his handiwork.

"Well then little boy, you try running away now, and you'll hang like a condemned criminal. Now then, I think we need to discuss about your insolence in refusing to come with me. To think you preferred the company of an old wizened man, to the fun games we could have had together."

The man bent down and picked up a cane. It had split into two pieces, and formed an L shape as he showed it to the boy.

"Unfortunately my favourite tool was broken on that last boy. He must have had a hard ass, so it will have to be the strap for you."

Now Jamie had not been told all the rules that governed this little club, but one thing he did know, and that was that the guests were not allowed to whip him. Still, right now, he was hardly in a position to do anything about it, so the young kid just gulped, and prayed the man would not be too rough on him. As if the man could actually read this in the boy's eyes, he then said.

"I don't think Mr Grange will mind us bending the rules on punishment a little, particularly since you deserve it. I think six strokes to start with, that should teach you to refuse me."

Mr Drewood pulled off the belt from his trousers, and walked round to the boy's rear. A few seconds later, the boy felt the belt strike his buttocks, and cried out, though no sound got past the muffle. The stroke had hurt the boy, though it was no worse than when the head teacher hit his bare ass with the ruler. However at school he was not risking a hanging should be dare to leap forward, and although the boy wobbled on the stool, he held his position. With his hands tied firmly at the front he could not rub his stinging bum as he would have liked, and could not even bend his knees as he would choke on the noose.

The belt struck the boy's bottom five times, and the last stroke was aimed at his thighs, which hurt young Jamie even more. When it was over, Mr Drewood went behind the boy and start to caress his sore bum.

"Nice and red, just how I like a soft bottom like yours. I think it's ready to be fucked now."

Jamie definitely preferred the idea of being fucked to having to be whipped, though he was scared this bully would be rough. He was pleased when he heard the man putting some oil on his prick, though he didn't know that Mr Drewood was doing this for his own comfort, rather than the boy's. Jamie braced himself as the man moved close behind him, but was relieved that the prick entered his tight ass rather easily, and with very little discomfort. Although the politician was no small man, it seemed he had not been blessed with a particularly large prick. The man quickly started a rhythm and was soon thrusting in and out of the boy at a good pace. Jamie had grown to enjoy the feeling of a good ass fuck, though given his rather precarious position, it was difficult for him to gain any pleasure from this one.

After about three minutes of fucking, Jamie was hoping the man would cum in his ass, and then let him go, but instead he heard him speak.

"Ahhh, I'm getting close now, I think it's time we got rid of this stool now, and let you start hanging properly." The evil man could sense the boy tense up when told about his fate.

"I know what you're thinking, that the squire will never allow this. Just remember that he is only interested in money. Once I pay him for the loss of you my boy, he will quickly be smiling again."

Poor Jamie was out of his mind with fear, praying that this man was not really going to do what he said, surely this was just part of the tormenting process of his games. However little by little the boy was nudged forward, until only his heels were on the stool. Help, Help, his mind was yelling, and then his pleas were answered, as the door burst open, and someone dashed inside.

Sam just stood aghast at the sight before him. There was one of his young charges stood on a stool, with one end of a rope tied to the top of a chandler, and the other round the his neck. Right behind the boy stood Mr Drewood, naked from the waist down, but still in his shirt and waistcoat. The man's loins were pressed close to the boy's soft buttocks.

"Have you gone mad!" Sam yelled, "Let the boy down at once."

Mr Drewood ceased his fucking of the boy, and stared over at Sam, rather irritated at the intrusion.

"I have decided to hang this boy for my own amusement, don't worry you will be fully compensated, just name a price."

"What!! do you really think I will let you murder the boy, I'm warning you, let him go now."

Mr Drewood withdrew from Jamie's ass, and the boy took the opportunity to shuffle back to a more secure position on the stool. Even so, Sam knew that it would only take a shove from the man behind him to send Jamie toppling off, so he moved very slowly towards the pair as he debated with the politician.

"I don't think you realise how important a man I am," Mr Drewood said, "You would be wise to let me do as I wish, I could have you destroyed if I so wished."

"Let the boy go, and we can discuss this," Sam said as he edged ever closer.

"This is most irritating, I really thought you would be more reasonable."

How reasonable is one meant to be Sam thought.

"Let's just stay calm," Sam said, and then to contradict what he said he suddenly rushed at the man and pushed him away from young Jamie. Sam kept on forward, and immediately threw a punch at the politician. However Mr Drewood deftly dodged his head away, and then drove his own fist hard into Sam's belly, knocking the wind out of him. He then grasped the stunned man by the shoulders and pushed him hard into the side of one wall.

"Not expecting a tough fight, eh, country boy. I should have warned you that I once boxed for Cambridge University. Now, are you going to leave me and this boy in peace, or I am going to have to kill you too?"

"You bastard!" Sam cried, and immediately his hands went for the other man's neck. Ignoring this attack, the politician grabbed the squire's hair, and slammed his head hard against the wall. Immediately Sam went limp and slowly slithered to the ground, his head leaving a trial of blood on the wood panelled wall behind it.

"Now then my pretty," Mr Drewood said as he walked back towards Jamie. "It's just you and me again, shall we continue from where we left off?"

Since he had lost his erection in the fight, the politician spent some minutes trying to get himself hard again. Poor Jamie was in an absolute panic. He thought he was saved when Mr Grange had come in, and was basically refusing the man's offers of money for his life. Yet now that hope was gone, and once more his fate lay with the dreaded Mr Drewood. The evil man dropped to his knees, and started kissing the boy's ass all over to help get him aroused again. His heart was racing now, and he knew that he was in a dangerous position. Yet he was unassailable, he thought. A rich man with a powerful position, compared to him, who cared about a country gent and a young farm boy. Finally he could feel his prick stiffening, and when he was once more fully erect he wasted no time in re-inserting himself into the young boy's asshole. Soon he was banging away in a mad frenzy, and started looking forward to the moment to come, the moment that would end the game. He had dreamed of killing a boy, yet till now had never had the chance. Placing his foot firmly on the stool he prepared to push it away and send Jamie to his maker. Maybe the drop would break the boy's neck and kill him immediately, or maybe he would hang and slowly choke to death. Either way Drewood did not care, now he was ready, and he counted in his mind, one, two, CRASH.

The wicked man never reached three, as at precisely that moment a large vase came crashing down on to his head. He wobbled for a few seconds, and then with his prick popping out of the boy's anus, he toppled over onto a small table, destroying it, and sending the glass bowl upon it flying, wherefore it smashed into many pieces with an almighty crash.

Sam dropped to his knees, the pain in his head almost too much too bear. Blood was pouring from the wound at the back of his skull. He glanced over at the fallen man, and seeing that he was not moving, he staggered to his feet to set about the task of releasing Jamie. When the noose was removed from his neck, the boy fell into Sam's arms, and the squire carried him over to a couch at the other side of the room. He had just sat down when Colonel Henry McDonald burst into the room, his drawn sword gripped in his hand.

"Sweet Jesus, what happened here?"

The old man glanced at the noose, still dangling from the ceiling, and then at the fallen man, and finally at Sam and Jamie. He quickly summarised what had occurred. Henry was followed in by John, whose hand flew to his mouth when he surveyed the scene.

"John, go and get the doctor," Sam ordered, "and Henry close that damn door, I don't want anyone else gawking in here."

John immediately vanished, and Henry shut the door behind him.

"Make sure that bastard doesn't move," Sam said.

Henry walked over to the fallen politician, and held his sword to the man's chest. The slightest movement from him, Henry thought, and I'll run him through.

Leaving his adversary to Henry's watchful eye, Sam quickly removed the gag, and then the bonds from Jamie's hands and feet. The boy immediately started coughing, and Sam put his arm round the child's shoulders to comfort him. Jamie hugged his saviour tight, as if closer contact would make him even safer. With nothing to do but wait for the doctor's arrival, Sam's brain quickly raced through the crazy last half-hour or so just before he had burst into the room and seen Jamie about to be hanged.

As the shows come to an end, Sam normally hangs around in the main room to ensure that the division of the boys goes smoothly, and there are no disputes between the guests over who is laying claim to whom. At past parties things had threatened to become nasty during the arguments, and Sam would be forced to intervene. However, tonight there were no such problems, and soon there were just a few guests left in the hall, along with all the boys that had not been picked that evening. With his job done, Sam walked over to the refreshments table, and fixed himself a stiff drink. He laid down the damn trident he had been carrying round all evening as Neptune, glad to be rid of it. Little did he know how useful it would have been later in the evening. Sam checked on his own children, and found that Billy and Charles had gone off with a Mr Fish, a popular old man that could give a boy the most amazing blow job of their life. John was still in the hall, hanging round with some boys of his own age, and a few a bit younger. No doubt they would be entertaining themselves at some point, Sam thought.

The squire told the boys to stay out of trouble, and then headed off out of the hall. He intended to go into the secret corridor and keep an eye on the guests through the one way mirrors, to make sure they were all behaving. It was a duty he mostly, but not always performed. However tonight, since there was a new member to check out, he was definitely going to do it. Sam's intention was to spend maybe 30 minutes making sure everything was in order, then he would go back to the hall, pick up any boys looking a bit lonely and left out, and take them up to his own room for a bit of fun for them and himself. This was all part of his responsibility as host, ensuring that the boys remained happy and horny for the next visit. Though obviously it was a duty he enjoyed.

Once in the secret corridor Sam glanced in many of the rooms as he passed by. How far things were progressing varied tremendously, with some of the occupants still at the petting stage, whilst others were already engaged in full-scale buggery. Sam generally made a point of checking out Boris the Cossack's room. Even though he knew the Russian was too scared at being banned to break the no fucking rule, he still liked to check, and to be honest, he always found the sight of the man's massive organ an interesting spectacle. When Sam stared in, the Cossack's cock was already fully erect, enjoying the stimulation from no less than four soft young tongues. Sam was pleased to see Boris had taken more than one boy with him, something he had been encouraging the Russian to do, as he knew a lad on his own was very intimated by the large man. The four naked youngsters working on Boris seemed happy enough, and after a few more minutes squealed in surprise as the cock erupted, drenching their little faces in hot cream, which they proceeded to lick off each other.

Sam shook his head, and smiling, he moved on. After a few more rooms he reached his destination, the room he had allocated to Mr Drewood, the new member. The man was sitting on his bed, with a young brown haired boy laid across his knee, and was constantly circling his hand over the boy's little butt. Sam had earlier noticed that Drewood had spent most of the evening's entertainment with a boy draped over him in the classical spanking position, but since he had not seen him strike one of them, he had not actually said anything. There was little doubt this man had a fetish for boy bottoms, though he couldn't criticise him, as he was rather keen on them himself. Still he liked all of a boy, whereas the politician hardly seemed to notice any other part. Sam spotted that the child had his hands tied together. Hmmm, he thought, well a bit of light bondage was acceptable, as long as it did not go too far. With the boy lying face down, Sam was not sure who it was, though he guessed the kid to be around 11 or 12. Everything seemed ok at the moment, though Sam decided to watch for a bit longer. Five minutes later, when he had seen nothing more than the man's hand slide many times more over the boy, Sam heard a voice behind him.

"Dad, Dad, you'd better come quick, its William Crosley, he looks real sick."

Sam spun round to see John standing nude behind him.

"What's wrong with him?"

"I think he's drunk."

"Oh shit, how many times do I have to tell the guests not to let the boys have alcohol." Sam had a last glance at Drewood, and noticing the scene had not changed said. "OK, lets go."

The two left the secret corridor and went back to the main hall. Things had become very quiet in here now. Some of the younger boys left had laid down on the now vacated couches and gone to sleep, but the elder lads were holding their own private orgy on the cushions in the centre of the room. The only remaining guest was an elderly man playing cards with three naked boys. Since the kids had no money to bet, one could only guess at what they were gambling for.

Young William, a 14 year old, did not look very happy at all. He had been sick, and the previous contents of his stomach was now splattered over his bare chest. Not a pretty sight, or smell. Sam knelt down and checked the boy over. His eyes were rolling, and it was not clear that he was aware of the man's presence.

"What has he been drinking?" Sam asked.

"I think it was that," John answered, and pointed to an empty bottle of gin sitting on the card player's table.

"Jesus, which stupid fool has been letting the boy drink spirits." The man still sitting there retreated behind his cards, as if to say, it wasn't me.

"He looks very bad," Sam said at last, "John, go and fetch the doctor, I'm going to take him into the bathroom next to here, meet me there."

His son nodded, and then dashed off. Sam picked up the ill boy and carried him off into a small room just outside of the main hall. He poured some water into a bowl and then started to wash the vomit off the hapless youth. After about five minutes John returned with the doctor.

"Sorry to have to get you Harold, but this one looks real sick, some fool has been giving him gin."

Harold just shook his head in disgust, then bent down to look at his patient. The man was only wearing a nightdress, yet Sam guessed that was more than he had had on just a short time earlier. The doctor opened his bag, and retrieved some instruments to help with his examination. Sam sat watching the man work, getting increasingly impatient, as he wanted to get back to check on the guests. Eventually the doctor spoke.

"He should be ok after a long sleep, I'll fix him up something to drink that should help settle his stomach."

"Thanks, Harold, I'll leave you to it then."

Sam left, and was heading back to the room that led to the secret corridor when he heard a strange sound. He stopped and listened carefully, and could definitely hear a low moaning sound. He traced the source to a side corridor, and eventually came to stop outside a broom cupboard. He opened the door, and was shocked to see a young boy, of around 11, crouched behind a mass of brooms and other junk in the room. He was moaning, and had obviously been crying. Sam recognised the boy as Joseph, a young kid he was hiring from a local gypsy.

"What are you doing in there? Come on out at once," the man ordered. The boy looked at him with wild scared eyes, but did not move.

"Come on boy, don't be frightened, out you come and tell me what's the matter."

When the boy still did not move, Sam lost his patience, and reaching inside grabbed the boy's wrist and hauled him out into the corridor. He was about to give the child a quick slap on his bare butt for disobedience, but his hand stopped in mid air, and he stared aghast, someone had beaten him to the task. The poor boy's behind was very red, and covered in bruises, as was his back, and the top of his legs. There were several red strips showing that the boy had been severely caned. The unfortunate kid saw the shock in Sam's eyes, and promptly burst into tears.

"You poor child, who did this to you?" Sam asked. Joseph continued to cry, so Sam picked him up and carried him back to the room where he had left the doctor. Harold had just finished brewing William his special drink, and was very startled when Sam showed him the well-trashed boy's injuries.

"Who did that?"

"I don't know, he still has not told me", Sam knelt down in front of the boy, whilst Harold pulled out some ointment for the boy's back and buttocks.

"Joseph, Joseph," Sam said softly. "It's very important you talk to me, now who did this do you?"

The boy sniffled some more, then said.

"I'm sorry sir, I know I'm not supposed to run away, but it hurt too much."

"That's all right lad, you did the right thing, now who was it?"

However the boy had fallen into another fit of sobbing, and Sam was starting to get frustrated. He took the boy's hands in his own, and started to gently rub them in an attempt to calm him down. As he was doing this Sam looked down and noticed that the boy's wrists were very red. They had obviously been tied. Jesus, he thought, Drewood, he should have realised earlier.

Without waiting a second longer, Sam had dashed straight to the politician's room, and fortunately arrived just in time to save young Jamie.

Sam was brought back to the present with the entry of the doctor. The poor man had been on the go ever since John dragged him out of the bed he had been sharing with a very pretty young boy. Harold was temporarily confused as to whom was the patient, as in his sight was a coughing boy, a man with blood coming from a wound in his head, and a further man lain prone amid the ruins of wooden table.

"Check if the boy is ok, Harold, he was almost hung," Sam gasped.

The doctor glanced at the rope still dangling from the ceiling, and it did not take a genius to work out what had happened. He dashed over to the couch, and prising Jamie's arms from around the squire, he examined the boy, particularly his neck.

"He was gagged and tied," Sam added as the doctor worked.

"I'd guessed so," the doctor commented. "There is a slight redness around his neck, but I think his coughing is mostly due to having a gag shoved in his mouth. How do you feel my boy? Can you breath ok?"

"Yes sir," Jamie whispered back, "I feel better now."

"Good boy," the doctor said, and roughed Jamie's hair. He then addressed Sam. "I don't think he has been physically injured, as for mentally, who can say. Make sure he is not left alone, or he may go into shock."

Sam nodded, and noting that the boy had once more curled his arms round him, said with a smile.

"Looks like we're stuck together anyhow."

"I'd better check that head wound of yours."

"I'll be all right, I've just got one hell of a headache. You better check on him over there", and Sam nodded at the politician, still lying motionless.

"Ahh, I wouldn't be worrying about him," Henry said, "He's just taking a wee nap. Maybe I should cut off his arms and legs, and give the good doctor something to do."

Harold ignored the old soldier's comments and went over to examine Drewood. After a minute he started checking the man's heart and pulse, and then, looking a bit pale, turned to face Sam.

"Well there is nothing I can do for him, I'm afraid his dead."

"What!" Sam exclaimed, "I only hit him with a vase."

"Well that's as maybe", the doctor said, and pointed to the dead man's penis, which amazingly was still hard. "But given the excited state he was in when you hit him, I'd say he probably had a heart attack."

"Well the world will be a better place without him," Henry said.

"I don't doubt that it will", Sam added, "but it leaves us with the difficult issue of what to do with the body."

There was a short pause as the three men considered a solution, until eventually Henry spoke.

"I say we dump his body out on a country lane somewhere. We can strip his body of valuables, and it will look like he has been robbed and killed by a highway man."

"Good idea, Henry," Sam said, "Can you deal with it, my head is pounding right now, and I don't want to leave the boy."

"Of course, Sammy, yer leave it to me, I'll get the two Dawson boys to help me." The Dawson 'boys', were in fact two young men, who had inherited a fortune allowing them into this little club. They were brothers, and largely inseparable, in fact it was the pair that Jamie had spied having sex with a single boy two months back.

"I'll be off up to my room," Sam said.

"Not before I dress that head wound," the doctor added, and despite some more complaining, Sam sat still whilst the doctor washed the wound, and then wrapped his head in bandages. When he was finished, Harold left to check on his other two patients. Sam then swept Jamie into his arms, and stood up. He wobbled a bit, but when his head had cleared, he made his way out of the room.

Quite a crowd had gathered outside, mostly nude boys, but also a few men, that had had the modesty to don a night-gown.

"There is nothing to see," Sam shouted, "Now everyone go back to whatever you were doing before." Sam swept past and down the corridor, but his three sons set off in pursuit.

"How is Jamie?" they asked.

"He is fine, he just needs some rest. Now please can all three of you make sure nobody except Henry goes into that room."

John was the only one who had an inkling of what had happened, and he knew it was an important job, so grabbing his two brothers he returned to guard the door.

Henry had been left alone with the corpse, but at least the old soldier was not unfamiliar with the sight of a dead body.

"Well, me old friend, since we're gonna rob yer, I might as well do the deed."

He kneeled down, and started going through the man's jacket pockets, and then did the same with the discarded trousers. He also stripped off some rings Drewood was wearing, unhooked a heavy gold necklace from around his neck, and took off the silver, jewelled cufflinks on his shirt. When he had gathered up the loot, the old man just stared in disbelief, all the jewellery was of the best type, and must have cost a small fortune. However his biggest shock was when he opened the wallet. It was filled with high value notes, Henry just had no idea why the man should carry so much money around, he really must have been loaded.

"Aye, I was definitely in the wrong profession, I kanna deny that. It would have been a happy highwayman that got to yer before we did."

Jamie was impressed with the squire's bedroom, it was as large as the main sitting room in his parent's farm. It was nicely, though not lavishly decorated, and dominating the centre was a huge four poster bed. On one wall was an oil painting of a beautiful young woman with long dark hair. He could see the resemblance with Charles, so he guessed it must be the squire's deceased wife. On another wall were numerous small paintings of his sons, done at various ages as they grew up.

Sam drew down the covers, and gently placed the boy in the bed. He then replaced the sheets to cover the child's body.

"Please don't leave me Sir," Jamie whimpered.

"Don't worry Jamie, I am not going anywhere", and Sam laid himself next to the youngster, and put his arm around him. There was a short period of silence as both of them retreated into their own thoughts, but Sam soon realised that he needed to help the boy come to terms with what had happened. He was fairly sure young Jamie was mentally strong, but he still had to help him.

"I'm sorry Jamie, for what happened to you, you should understand that whilst there are some people that are rotten and horrible, most others would never try and harm you."

"Thank you for saving me sir," Jamie said, "Mr Drewood said you would accept money for my life, I knew it wasn't true."

Sam kissed the youngster on the head, but really he thought the boy had little to thank him for. It was he who had accepted the murderous politician into the club.

"Like most men, I'm always happy to look for new ways to make money, but a human life, particularly that of a child, is more precious than any wealth. Don't worry, I will never sell your life to anyone."

Jamie snuggled up closer to the squire. Previously he had always felt rather nervous in the presence of the powerful man, who held the keys to both his own, and his family's welfare. Yet right now, with Sam's arms wrapped around him, he felt more secure than he had ever been before. To Jamie, Sam was his hero, the man that had saved his life, and in doing so had very nearly lost his own. Jamie did not consider the fact that if it weren't for Sam he would not have been at the party to meet Mr Drewood at all. That was just life, part of the burden of being poor. Yet the squire risking himself to save a young farm boy, that was something else. Jamie was fully aware that his saviour had suffered far greater physical injuries than himself, and the poor man's head was still pounding. As they lay in each other's arms, Sam kissed and hugged the boy some more, which Jamie was really enjoying. Although he got plenty of attention like that from his own mother, his father was more aloof, loving the boy, but holding back on any emotional physical contact.

The two were a little startled by a gentle tap at the door, and the squire asked who ever it was to come in. The newcomer was Henry, who was now fully dressed.

"Sorry to disturb you two, I know you'd like to rest, but I just wanted to say I'm off now with the Dawson lads, to get rid of you know who."

"Thanks Henry, it's very good of you to do this."

"Ahh, tis nothing." The old man approached the bed, and kneeling down, gently stroked little Jamie's hair.

"How's me little soldier then?"

"I'm better now, sir."

"Aye, yer certainly are one of the bravest boys I have had the privilege to meet. Yer welcome in my army anytime."

Jamie beamed at the old man, rather pleased with the compliment.

Henry looked at Sam and said, "Oh yes, there is one other matter." He reached into a pocket in his kilt, and pulled out a large bundle of bank notes, which he tossed down on the bed

"That's all the cash he had on him. All his jewellery I've sold to Mr Worsely, so the cash I got for that is there too. I thought you might know what to do with it."

Mr Worsely was one of the guests that was widely suspected of having strong links with the criminal underworld, though no one ever mentioned it to him. Fortunately he had had a very good evening at the card table, so had a good quantity of cash to give to the Colonel for the stuff he had removed from the body. Henry was certain Worsely would know a fence that could get rid of the items, no doubt at a handsome profit.

After Henry had left, both Sam and Jamie stared at the money in some amazement. Sam had never given any thought to what possessions the man he had killed had. Indeed, the not too well off Colonel could have run off with the lot, and Sam would not have said anything. However, a lifetime serving queen and country had given the old soldier a sense of honour where such an act would have been unthinkable. Sam felt guilty enough about having killed a man, something he had never done before. He certainly had no wish to benefit financially from the affair. Still, he knew it was obvious what he had to do.

Sam reached over, and took hold of a good-sized bundle of the cash.

"This, I am going to give to Joseph, that's the poor child Mr Drewood whipped." Sam placed the money in a draw next to the bed. "The rest of it, Jamie, is yours."

There was a long pause, and then the boy looked up at the man in total amazement.

"But…, but…, there is too much, surely sir, you should have some of the money, after what he did to your head."

"No, no, you're the one that deserves it, so it's all yours, and that's final."

Jamie just looked in wonder at all the money sitting in front of him, he just could not imagine what it was really worth.

"How much is there?" the boy asked.

"No idea, why don't you count it."

Jamie's little face just lit up in excitement, and forgetting his supposedly feeble state, jumped out from underneath the covers and crawled over to the bits of paper. He then lay down on his stomach, giving the man a splendid view of his pretty bare bottom. Jamie gathered the money up into little bundles, and started to count it. His maths was sufficient to start with, but as the numbers got higher, and he got ever more excited, he started having some difficulty, so Sam helped him. When he had finished Jamie had established that the cash was just short of 400 hundred pounds. He was amazed, and had no idea what such an amount of money was really worth.

"Well then Jamie, what are you going to do with that?" Sam asked.

The young boy sat thinking for a while, his little face screwed up in concentration. A number of things that he had always wanted flashed to his mind, like some new boots, some special toys, or boxes of sweets. Yet he knew that none of these things would take more than a fraction of the huge amount of money he had unexpectedly acquired. Suddenly it popped into his mind that his first task was to repay his debts.

"Firstly Sir, I want to pay back for that fountain I ruined."

"Forget it," Sam answered, "After tonight, we are even."

"No Sir, please, I want to repay you. It was my fault the fountain was destroyed, and I have to pay for my crimes."

"Very well boy, taking into account all the services you have completed for me to date, I reckon you still owe me some 40 pounds."

Jamie slowly counted out the correct sum, then calmly handed over more money than he had previously ever seen. Sam took the money, and smiled at the young boy, he really did have a rare spirit of righteousness. The youngster then spent some time thinking about what to do with the rest, until an idea sprung into his head, that at first seemed wild, but he knew he had to at least try.

"Mr Grange, my parents have always wanted to own their own farm, how much do I need to buy it for them?"

This boy never seemed to stop amazing Sam, did he not want anything for himself? He was one wonderful child, and it would have been an absolute tragedy if Drewood had succeeded in killing him. The squire stopped to think for a while. He was not looking to sell any of his properties, but at the same time he knew it was only right to offer the boy a fair price. He reckoned Jamie's parent's farm and land was worth around 300 pounds, so he offered to throw in an attached pasture area, if Jamie wanted to spend the lot.

Jamie accepted, and was thrilled with the outcome. His father was always saying he wanted more land, and now he was going to get it, and it would all belong to him. He quickly agreed with Sam's offer, he was certain the squire would not cheat him, after all he didn't have to give Jamie the money in the first place. Thus Jamie handed over the cash, although he was a bit disappointed how little time he had held on to so much money.

With the deal struck, Sam told Jamie that he would think of a way of informing his parents about their sudden good fortune, without them knowing where the money really came from. Of course this meant that Jamie would not get the credit for purchasing the farm. He had been looking forward to boasting about it to his classmates, although the youngster was smart enough to know that this was the best policy.

With everything settled Sam told the boy to lay down and rest again, and so he turned back round, and huddled up against the man, his little head resting on Sam's chest. He was not cold, so he didn't bother to get back under the sheets, and Sam was not complaining as he could continue to gaze at the boy's sexy young body, which was helping him forget the steady thumping still going on at the back of his head. The man put his arm round the boy, and stroked his soft hair and face.

"Of course, you do realise, that now you have repaid all your debts, you don't have to work on the Manor farm anymore."

Jamie was initially pleased about that, as Saturday was his only free day now school had started again. Yet then he remembered that most afternoons, he didn't do that much work anyway, as he was generally picked up by the squire's sons, and they all went off to play.

"Oh, but then I won't see John, Charles or Billy anymore," Jamie complained.

"Of course you can Jamie, you can come up and play with my boys anytime you want to, I know they will be very disappointed if you did not. However, one thing you certainly can avoid now is the Manor parties, with us all square, there is no need for you to come up and help out anymore."

Jamie thought about this for a while, it hadn't really occurred to him that this obligation was no longer on his shoulders. He was pleased he would never have to face someone like Mr Drewood again, but then he remembered that amongst some unpleasant things, there was many wonderful experiences he had had during the parties, and he was uncertain he wanted to lose that.

"But that would mean I would never see Uncle Henry again, or watch another of the shows. Can you let me hide somewhere and watch, I wouldn't be any trouble, please sir."

Once more Sam was amazed at the hardiness of this little lad. After tonight, he had assumed the boy wouldn't want to step foot in the Manor again, never mind attend one of the parties. Still, if the boy wanted to come, he was certainly not going to stand in the way.

"I'll make you an offer," Sam said. "If you ever wish to attend another party, then I'll give you the same privileges as my own sons. You can sit behind me, and you don't have to go with anyone you don't want to."

"What really Sir, you would do that, I'd be like John, Charles and Billy? That would be brilliant," Jamie said, and his face lit up in excitement. The idea of being treated like the son of gentry was very appealing to the young farm boy. He hugged the big man tight, and said thank you many times over. His feelings for Sam were growing by the minute, and the boy loved the feel of his strong body and hairy chest. Jamie had touched and been touched by numerous men over the last few months, yet he could not recall a single occasion that the squire had done this. The boy felt brave enough to ask why.

"Sir, many of the gentlemen at the parties have played with me, but you never have, don't you think I am very pretty?" Sam was a bit surprised at the question, but smiled down at the young boy.

"I think you're absolutely gorgeous, but unfortunately I am always so busy running these parties, that I rarely get to play with the boys as much as I would like."

"Do you have time now?" the boy asked.

Sam was stunned when he said this. After the terrible experience the child had been through, the last thing he would have thought he fancied was sex.

"You really should be resting, are you sure you want to after what you have been through tonight?" he said.

Yet for Jamie, he wanted to do it, not despite what had happened, but because of it. He wished to be reminded what fun sex could be between two caring lovers, he did not want to go home with the thought that his last sexual encounter had been with the hated politician. Besides, Sam was his hero, he owed him his life, and Jamie wanted nothing more in the world than to make him feel good, to use his own little body to repay the man for the pain he had suffered.

"Please sir, I want to, if you don't mind?"

Of course he did not mind, though his pounding head was not in the mood, other parts of his anatomy were already stirring at the idea of coupling with the ravishing boy.

"Very well, but tell me if you get tired and want to stop."

Jamie had never felt so awake now, never so alive, and leapt up excitedly when Sam gave his assent. He had had sex with boys and men before, but never with a man he had felt such a personal emotional bond.

"I have to get these ridiculous clothes off first," Sam said, indicating the Neptune outfit he still wore. Sam started to lean up, but winced from the pain in his head and shoulders.

"Let me, let me," the little pup said, and jumping to the bottom of the bed, he pulled the sandals off Sam's feet, the slowly drew off the baggy trousers he was wearing. Straddling the man's legs, the boy then pulled the thin purple tunic that covered Sam's upper body up over his head, and tossing it aside, the man was as naked as the little boy. Seating himself on Sam's loins, the kid curled his arms around his hero's neck, and their lips pressed together in a passionate embrace. This was not like the kisses Sam had lavished on the boy up to that point, which had been light pecks on the head or cheek to comfort and settle him. This was a full sexual kiss, with their tongues intertwined and thrust into each other's mouth.

Not surprisingly this and the feel of the boy's soft bum as it wriggled around on his crotch soon gave the man a fierce erection, which the youngster detected as it pushed up against the cheek's of his behind. He grinned at Sam, knowing he was doing a good job, then slid his body down the man's legs until his head was in line with the upstanding pole. Jamie slipped it into his mouth, and sucked the swollen head all over, and was thrilled when he heard the groans of pleasure issue from his hero's mouth. Sam relaxed and enjoyed the feel of the boy's wet lips and mouth for a while, but was soon feeling guilty at leaving the young patient to do all the work. Grabbing the boy's legs he pulled them round, literally swivelling the boy on his own erect penis. Still in a sitting position, Sam placed the legs of the now upside down boy either side of his shoulders and gobbled the kid's small jewels into his mouth, swallowing his rock hard two inch prick and his little balls and sack with a single gulp.

Jamie now cooed in delight, and enjoying the rather novel position he was in, he continued sucking on the far bigger cock of the man. The pair remained locked in a 69 suck for many minutes, twice Jamie shuddered to a powerful orgasm, and on the second one he rolled off the man and lay panting on the bed squirming in pleasure. Sam watched the pretty boy for a while, enjoying the way he moved as he returned from the heights of pleasure. He guessed the boy had finished now, but Jamie had not, and to the boy, even more importantly, Sam was still unsatisfied.

Sitting up in front of the man, Jamie smiled angelically at him, then taking hold of the back of his knees he rolled over onto his back, and pulled his legs so that his feet were almost at his head, into a position only a boy can assume.

"Put it in me sir," the boy said, his eyes wild with lust.

Sam was initially unsure, the boy had had enough discomfort that night, and he was concerned his seven inches of man flesh would hurt the boy. Yet Jamie was determined, and detecting the doubt in Sam's eyes he said.

"Please sir, please. I don't want that nasty man to have been the last one inside me."

Sam smiled at this, who could understand the logic of young boys. As if the insertion of his own penis would wipe away the impression left by the politician's. Still he wanted the boy bad, and if the child begged him, he was not going to refuse. Moving over to him, Sam firstly lowered his head and lapped away at the boys little pink anus, which drove the happy lad wild with passion.

"Do me now sir," he pleaded, so Sam moved up so his prick was against the child's hole, and without waiting pushed it inside. Jamie screwed his face up in pain at the initial penetration, and Sam paused with his penis only partially inside, but then the boy's face relaxed, and he stared directly into the man's eyes, giving him a lovely smile. Reluctant to hurt him any more, Sam began fucking the boy slowly, ensuring that he pushed no deeper inside with each thrust, but Jamie was having none of it. He wanted his hero's entire prick inside him, and curling his legs around the man's bum, he pulled him down, impaling himself on the entire length of the stiff pole. The lips of the pair joined once more as Sam picked up the pace, and they kissed passionately as he steadily fucked the boy. A master boy buggerer, Sam knew who to maximise the pleasure of the one being penetrated, and he ensured that with each thrust he rubbed against the child's prostrate. Soon both partners were lost in their own pleasures, and as little Jamie once more shattered into an orgasm, it took Sam over the brink, and he too came, flooding the kid's insides with his warm sperm.

The two lay still for a while still in the same position as before, until opening their eyes they could gaze into each other's faces.

"I love you sir," Jamie whimpered.

"I love you too Jamie", Sam replied, and he gently kissed him again.

Chapter 12
Attack on the Fort

Thus Jamie's father joined the ranks of free farmers, and had the satisfaction of working his own farm. Naturally, like all farmers, he worked just as hard. He even expanded the farm by renting new land and hiring a farm hand. The extra help meant that Jamie did not have to perform so many chores, and they were happy to let their son run off and play with the squire's sons. They were thrilled that the boy was mixing with the children of the gentry, and that he seemed so happy with his new friends. Sam Grange even invited the family up to dinner once, treating them as fellow farmers, and virtually social equals. The family dressed up in their best, and were welcomed through the main entrance, not the side door reserved for the servants.

Not surprisingly this all had a bit of an affect on young Jamie, as he knew that it was only through him that all this had happened. He started to get a bit cocky, and regarded himself as superior to many of his classmates at school. This eventually led him to being rude to one of his teachers, who in horror dragged him off to see the headmaster. Poor Jamie had to drop his trousers, and receive six hard strokes of the headmaster's cane upon his bare bottom. As the crying boy left rubbing his sore bum, he realised that for all his heroics, he was still just a young child, and would be treated as such.

The Manor parties continued as normal, and Jamie persuaded his parents to still let him help out at them, which they were happy to do. Jamie felt so important sat behind Sam, like he was one of the Grange boys. He took a full role in the shows, and even went off with those of the gentlemen which Sam's boys had said were good fun to be with. He thus enjoyed the pleasure that could be had from Mr Fish's tongue, the massages of Mr Brown, and the blowjobs from Mr Forthwrith. He went to every party for the rest of the year, but missed the first one of the new year, as he was unfortunately ill. He was thus doubly looking forward to the party in February, which was to have an American Wild West theme. He had helped out in the planning of the show for this event, and was to play the role of a Red Indian in two parts, and a cowboy in another. The boys spent Saturday morning helping their father with this, and Jamie was really excited about the party that was to take place the following week.

In the afternoon they went out to play, and decided to take off to some woods within the extensive grounds of the Grange's Manor. It was a cool February day, so clearly any type of sexual games where out of the question, so the boys thought they would practice their wild west skills and build a small fort that they would defend against pretend attacking Indians. They quickly fashioned rifles from some of the fallen branches, and then got to work constructing a crude fort from more undergrowth they found in the wood. Unfortunately an argument broke out between Charles and John over what ranks they would play in the defending army. As always John was to be in charge, and he claimed the rank of Major. Whilst agreeing to this, Charles said he wanted to be a lieutenant, but John was not having it.

"You can not have two officers in an army of four," John explained, "That would mean the numbers of officers and ranks would be the same. You can be a sergeant."

"But I want to an officer as well," Charles wined. Jamie and Billy just continued working on the construction of the fort. The two 10 year olds knew they had no chance of being anything but a private.

"Just because you're a teenager now, doesn't mean you get to play an officer," John said, referring to the fact that Charles was now 13, having had his birthday in the preceding December. "You still ain't got no hair on your cock."

"Who said that was a requirement for an army commission," Charles argued. "And if it is, then I reckon those few curl's of yours aren't enough to get a rank of major." John scowled at Charles for that last comment. The 14-year-old was quite proud of the young bush above his cock, which had filled out a fair bit in the last few months, although his balls, ass and legs were still devoid of hair. As the two elder boys continued their argument, Billy spotted two men walking towards their position. When he recognised one of them as none other than Jack Greenhall, their father's former gamekeeper, his little mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Jack! What is he doing here?" the boy squealed.

On hearing his brother's voice, John span round and faced the two men, who were now just a few yards from where the four boys were stood.

"How dare you come on our land, be off now," John said defiantly.

Jack stood still and smiled wickedly at the boys. "Don't be so rude to an old friend, maybe we can join you in your game."

Billy, feeling safe now that he was with both his elder brothers and neither of them were tied down, pushed in front of John, and said to the man.

"No you can not, now you better run before Daddy sees you and shoots you with his gun."

Jack just laughed at that. "I don't see your Daddy now little boy," and then he lunged forward and grabbed Billy's arm. The youngster squealed out, and immediately John rushed at Jack and tried to pull him off his younger brother. Seconds later the other man had jumped on John from behind, and the two fell on to the floor struggling. Charles and Jamie temporarily froze in fright, but then they heard the eldest boy cry out.

"Run, run, go and fetch Dad."

At first they were reluctant to leave the other two boys, currently struggling with their assailants, but then they decided to do as John had commanded, and turning round they fled. They had hardly got a few yards when two more men rushed out from the bushes behind them, and whilst one grabbed Charles, Jamie managed to dodge the lunge of the man nearest to him, and then dashed off into the woods. His attacker immediately gave chase, and as Jamie glanced round his foot caught a fallen branch and he fell over on to his face. The large man was onto the prone boy in seconds, sitting down on his legs, pinning the child down with his strong arms. Charles' attacker held the boy in a bear hug, and the boy strained to break free. Realising he had no chance against his far stronger opponent, Charles lifted his legs off the ground, then using all the strength and body weight he could muster, he stamped both his feet hard on to the top of his attacker's left foot. The man howled in extreme pain, and his hold on the boy loosened. Charles seized his chance, and with a twist and a heave he broke free, and immediately started to dash away from his assailant. The man gave chase but the pain in his foot meant he could do little more than limp, and the boy quickly started to disappear through the trees.

"Leave him you bloody fool," Jack growled, "Go and help Joe." Joe was the man attacking John, and the eldest boy was fighting hard, his fists flying at his opponent with such ferocity he had almost broken free. Yet Jack too did not have such an easy time, as the moment he was distracted shouting out to the man chasing Charles, Billy seized his chance to sink his teeth into the ex-gamekeeper's hand. Jack yelled in pain, and then whacked his other hand violently onto the top of the young boy's head, stunning him. Jack wrestled Billy to the ground, and noticed that the tables were turning against John, as two men weighed in against him.

Charles ran and ran, and did not stop even when he reached the fence at the edge of the wood. He vaulted over this, and ran out into the open field beyond. Only when he had crossed this did he dare to look back, whereupon he saw no sign of a chase. Still the boy did not pause, but dashed on further until he came to a path leading to the Manor, which he careered down, glancing back occasionally for any pursuers. With his lungs and legs aching in pain, he gained new strength when he saw the Manor house as he turned a corner in the road, and so he ran on towards his target. The first thing he saw as he came into the main yard was his father talking with one of his men, so the boy immediately headed for them.

"Daddy… huh, huh, help, Jack… he's huh huh got huh Billy huh huh huh John and Jamie," the youngster gasped. Sam stared in astonishment at his boy. From the harassed look on Charles' face he could tell this was not one of his son's mischievous games. It took a couple of minutes to get a summary of what had transpired from the distressed and exhausted boy, at which point Sam immediately ordered the man with him to get the horses saddled, and dashed off into the house. He returned moments later with two shotguns one of which he slung over his shoulder and the other he gave to Ben, the man who was with him.

"Where's Tom and Stephen," he yelled to a nearby stable boy.

"There in the far field, with a sick cow," the boy replied.

"Well go fetch them, and tell them to ride out and meet us in the woods."

The boy nodded, and immediately ran off. Sam and Ben mounted the horses, and Sam pulled his still wheezing son up on to the saddle in front of him.

"You've got to tell us where they are," he said to the boy, and as Charles nodded, the two horses were spurred off to a quick gallop. It took just five minutes to get to the woods, though Charles had needed almost 15 to reach the house. With the boy's help the two men quickly located the point the four boys had been attacked, the half built wooden fort still waiting there for the game that had never started. It was easy to see that there had been a struggle at this place, but there was no one in sight now. Sam dismounted, and looked for signs of where the men may have taken the boys, but he was unfortunately no tracker. Just as he thought he might have spotted signs of a trail, Tom and Stephen rode up. Tom was the new foreman Sam had hired to replace Jack, and both he and the other man were also armed with shotguns. Tom was a grim faced man that had served a previous employer as head huntsman. He was thus well skilled at reading tracks in the ground, and soon located the real position of where the boys had obviously been dragged, or carried away.

"Looks like they are headed this way, it leads to the road running at the side of the grounds," he said, and spurred his horse off in the direction he had indicated, followed by Sam and the other two men. It took them just a short while to reach the road, and they smashed through the high hedge to break through. Tom dismounted, and then looked around for any signs. After a few minutes he shouted over to the other men, and then pointed to some wheel tracks made in the mud at the roadside.

"Look's like they made off in a cart or wagon of sorts, though with all the tracks on the road I can't tell which way they went."

Sam considered the options. In one direction the road led to the nearby village, but it also ran at the edge of the Manor for some distance, so would be an unlikely escape option. The other direction led off roughly due south away from the Manor.

"Stephen, ride to the village and raise the constabulary, and anyone with a horse. Set up a search of the local area, and the Manor, particularly the woods. The rest of us will head south."

Stephen nodded and immediately rode off, and the remaining men mounted up and sped off down the road. After riding hard for some ten minutes they had seen no sign of the cart they were pursuing, though they did reach a crossroads. Once more the numerous intercrossing tracks made it impossible for Tom to determine which way they may have gone. West led to the local railway station, and east to a nearby town. A feeling made Sam think that the kidnappers may have gone to station, it would obviously be the quickest escape route. Still nothing was certain, the men would have to split up.

"Tom head east and see if you can catch up with them before they reach the town, I'll go to the station, Ben you keep on South."

With no time to waste discussing the options the three horses were galloped off in their different directions. It took Sam more than twenty minutes before the railway station was in sight, and to his dismay he could see a train had just pulled out, large puffs of steam blowing out the top of the engine as it started to accelerate away. He spurred his horse on faster, but the train was disappearing behind a hill by the time he reached the station.

Sam leapt off his horse and quickly located the stationmaster.

"Jones, you've got to stop that train."

"What sir, that was the 16:37, it left bang on time."

"Four men have seized my boys, and they could be on the train."

The station master looked rather alarmed at the news, but told Sam he had no way of getting the train to halt.

"Did you see my boys?" Sam asked.

"No sir, there was a few passengers, but I didn't see your lads. If any boys were struggling or being carried, I would have seen that."

"Maybe they smuggled them on when you were not looking."

"I doubt that sir, there were a fair few of my staff around, as well as some other folks. No one reported anything like that. All the same I'll telegraph the next station to stop the train and have it searched."

"Thanks Jones," Sam said, but he was beginning to doubt that the men were on the train. Now that he thought about it, it would have been madness to bring the boys to such a public place as a railway station. Realising that he had probably been chasing nothing, Sam mounted up, and he and Charles rode back towards the crossroads where he had split with his other men. When they had reached this position, Sam paused a moment, looking in each direction, as his horse took a well-earned rest from the incessant hard riding. He could see nothing South, but there was a rider travelling rapidly up the road from the east. He waited a while, until he could see it was Tom, also heading back to the crossroads.

"I rode all the way to the town sir," Tom said after he had arrived. "I saw no sign of them, and I passed a few people who had seen nothing travel down that road. In the town, no one I questioned had seen any wagon or cart enter town."

"Well we can eliminate that direction, and since I am now certain they did not go to the station, they must have gone south."

Tom nodded, and the two men were soon galloping off down the South road. They met a farmer working on a wall at the side of the road, and he confirmed he had seen a covered wagon pass by at some speed, though that had been some time ago now. He also remembered seeing Ben gallop past. The two men rode on, but the first thing they met was an open cart travelling towards them. Sam was very dismayed to see Ben sat next to the driver of the cart. He was holding a handkerchief up to his head to staunch a wound.

"What happened Ben?" Sam ordered.

"I was heading down the road when I caught sight of a wagon. I did not know if it held your boys, but as I rode up to overtake I heard a shot, and my horse was hit. She was got real bad, so I had to put her down sir. I could have shot back, but I was afraid that I could hit your boys."

"You did right Ben," Sam said, and then turned to the driver, a local farmer that had obviously found the wounded man. "Can you take him back to the Manor please."

"Of course sir," the driver replied.

"Oh Ben, When did this happen?"

"I'd say about an hour ago."

Now realising how much his diversion had given the kidnappers a head start, Sam galloped quickly on, but soon had to slow down, as Tom correctly pointed out that the current pace would kill the horses. The chase continued at a quick trot, and Sam prayed the wagon had also been forced to slow down. The two men passed a few more minor side roads leading off, but decided to press on with the pursuit along the main southbound highway. They met a few travellers going the opposite way, and overtook others on foot travelling south. Some of these said they saw at least one wagon that may have been the one they were after.

After two hours riding they met a man that said he had seen a covered wagon pass him some ten minutes before. The two men sped their horses on more, and were ecstatic when they caught sight of a slow moving cart some distance ahead. Determined not to meet the same fate as Ben, they left the road, and passing round some woods, managed to overtake the wagon, and set up in ambush on either side. Placing Charles safely away, the two men waited as the wagon approached. Just as it was about to pass, they leapt out and ordered the startled driver to halt. The poor man raised his hands, convinced he was about to be robbed, but Sam ran round and immediately looked in the back. He was utterly crushed when he saw nothing but beetroot in the wagon.

Realising they had simply lost yet more time, they rode on further. Eventually the road forked into two important highways, and it was necessary for the two men to split up again. Night had already fallen as Sam entered a small town on the road, having been unsuccessful in the chase. He went to the police station, and explained to the officer on duty what had happened. The man seemed sympathetic, and said that he would order a search, but pointed out that the kidnappers could be almost anywhere by now, and there was no guarantee they were in his jurisdiction, or had even passed through it. Sam said he would continue on, but the policeman pointed out that both he, and particularly his young son were shattered. Poor Charles was weary beyond belief, his soft cheeks stained with tears as it became clear that his brothers and friend were gone. When Sam once more said he must push on, the officer further explained that Sam's horse was spent, and any further riding that day would kill the animal. Seeing this was true, Sam accepted the policeman's kind offer of a bed at his home, and both he and Charles went over there at once. Sam hoped his son might get some sleep, he knew he would get none.

Jamie's hands were in absolute agony, bound as they were so tightly together. His legs were similarly fastened, and a large gag in his mouth made breathing difficult. He was laying face down at the bottom of the wagon with John and Billy, also tightly bound, either side of him. He was grateful that the wagon had stopped some 30 minutes or so before, as the incessant bumping as it had clattered at speed along various rough roads had threatened to shake him to pieces. His whole body was sore with the endless jolts it had received during the long journey. The boys were currently alone in the back of the wagon, but Jamie could hear the voices of their kidnappers outside as they joked and laughed. From the eating and gulping sounds they were no doubt enjoying a meal. The young blond boy was aching for a drink, and something to eat, but most of all he wanted to get out of this rotten wagon and stretch his aching limbs. He had been lying on the hard wooden floor ever since the three boys had been tossed on it shortly after the men had carried them from the woods. The capture had been a frightful experience, but the journey as the small wagon sped away from the Manor had been even worse. Throughout it all Jamie had been silently praying that they would be rescued soon. He knew that Charles had escaped, and was sure that the squire and his men would be after them soon. Yet the only time that hope had entered into his heart was when he heard Jack shout out that he could see one of the squire's men coming up fast behind them. Shortly after that he had seen one of the other men pull out a revolver, and a shot had fired out. From the jubilant cries of the kidnappers it was evident that their rescuer had been hit. Following that, all the young boy could remember was a blur, as the wagon was turned again and again, on what appeared to be ever worsening roads. He had no idea how long it had been before the wagon was finally halted, though as the men had climbed out of the back he had been able to tell that it was now dark outside. The young farm boy did not know why the men had grabbed them, but it was evident that they were up to no good. He guessed that they simply wanted to play with the boys' bodies, and he hoped they would then let them go. If this was the case, he wanted them to get on with it as soon as possible, as he had no wish to remain in his agonising position any longer.

If this was their intention Jamie did not have to wait long to find out, as he could hear them moving about outside, and then three of them clambered inside the back of the wagon.

"It's time for some fun boys," Jack said, and Jamie wondered if the term 'boys' was referring to them, or Jack's fellow companions.

"That little blond is mine," Jack continued, pointing to Billy, "You two can take your pick from the remaining pair."

"What you gonna do with that little mite," one of the men asked.

"I gonna do what I have been wanting to do for a long time, and that's fuck his tight little ass," Jack replied, and smacked poor Billy hard on his buttocks.

"Yeah, that looks a real cute little butt he got there, just right for fucking," a large ugly man sneered, "Do you mind if I have him after your finished?"

"Be my guest," Jack said.

"Well I fancy a suck and a fuck from that other youngun," the third man said, and he moved himself over to one side of the wagon and pulled Jamie over to him.

With three men and three boys inside the wagon, it soon became apparent that the conditions inside were too cramped for the three men to do anything in comfort. Jack decided he and one of the other men would take the two younger boys outside, leaving the other one inside to have his way with John. When they had gone, John was left with the big ugly man, who stroked the boy's soft hair as he grinned wickedly at him.

"Right kid me name's Jim, if yer co-operate then this will be easier for yer, otherwise I can get really nasty, understand?"

John nodded, and tried not to look too scared.

"Good boy, okay I'm gonna remove your gag, if yer scream I'll rip your tongue out with me bare hands."

John could tell that the man looked mean enough to do it. When the gag was removed, all the boy did was take a number of deep breaths, happy to have his mouth cleared.

The man peeled down his trousers, and pulled out his still limp cock.

"Right then sweety, you're gonna suck this real good, but if you ever bite, I'll ring your neck."

Sucking cock was something John both enjoyed and was very good at it. All the same given the rather frightening situation the boy was now in, he was not really in the mood for such activities at this time. Still he hoped if he could really please the man, maybe they would all be let go. John lowered his head to take the man's limp penis into his mouth, and he started to attempt to bring it too life. It had a rather unpleasant taste of dirt and stale piss, and the boy guessed it had been a long time since this man had had a proper bath. Still this was soon washed away by the kid's actions, and as his soft tongue swirled around the head, the main shaft quickly filled with hot blood, expanding to invade deep inside John's mouth. The man's cock was very thick, but not tremendously long, so the young teenager took a deep breath and managed to slip the entire weapon inside, his lips curled round the root at the base of the big rod. The head of the man's cock was now pressed against the back of John's throat, but the boy could still breathe through his nose, and he began a gentle sucking action.

This drove Jim wild, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the wonderful sensations emanating from his prick as the boy worked his magic. He pushed down on the boy's head, grinding the child's face into his own groin, holding him in position. John found the man's pubic hair was tickling his nose like mad, but with his hand's still tied, he was unable to scratch it and gain some relief. As he continued blowing the man, he could hear the voices of the men outside, as they made crude comments concerning the naked bodies of the two boys they had taken outside with them. It was obvious Jamie and Billy had been stripped in preparation for whatever it was the men desired, and as much as this angered John, he was powerless to do anything about it. He just hoped the two younger boys would be brave.

The man John was sucking had no such anxieties, his mind was a blur as he enjoyed the actions of the boy's mouth upon his hard prick. Jim had received blowjobs from a number of women and boys in the past, but this kid was definitely the best of the lot. He wondered how the son of a gentleman had become such a master in the oral art.

"Jesus boy, you are a great sucker," the happy man gasped, "Just keep that up, ahhh," and he threw back his head in pleasure. John was satisfied that he was pleasing the man, and so speeded up his sucking motions, but was surprised when moments later the man violently yanked him off and pushed him away.

"Shit boy, you made almost made me cum too quick, I didn't realise you were an expert cock sucking faggot."

The man lay still for a while, letting his passions cool as he stared accusing at the still bound boy.

"As much as I enjoy a good suck, fucking a tight ass is my greatest passion, and up your young hole is where my pole is destined next you little whore."

Grinning wickedly at the boy, Jim untied John's ankles, and then pulled the boy's trousers and underwear completely off, tossing them aside. He positioned the teenager on his back, and pushed his legs right back to expose the boy's hole. Jim intended to fuck John from the front. It was his favourite position, as the mean man loved to watch the expressions on the face of a boy as his wide prick ploughed in and out of his anus.

John looked down and saw the man rubbing the head of his prick against his own soft ass cheeks. The swollen prick looked a lot more fearful at now that it had attained its full dimension, and John was not certain he had ever had to accommodate one that was so wide. Jim could see the anxiety in the boy's face, and this only excited him more, and he positioned his fat cock at the entrance to the kid's anal passage. It took a fair bit of stabbing before he got the very large cockhead inside, and then Jim quickly drove himself all the way in, crushing poor John with the weight of his body as he lay on top of the boy. The initial penetration had hurt like mad, and John winced in agony. However the young teenager had been taking it up the ass since he was just 10 years old, so his anus soon adjusted to the large invader and the pain quickly subsided. Jim began a steady fucking motion, and was soon grunting in satisfaction as he enjoyed the boy's ass. John tried to relax and enjoy the feel of his well filled hole, but it was hard, as the man seemed to enjoy ramming himself in and out in such a way to make it as painful as possible for the one he was fucking. Jim was also pinning the boy's legs way back so that they were level with his head, a situation John found far from comfortable, as this was a position he could not assume as easily as he had been able to in his pre-teen days.

As John bore the man's fucking as bravely as he could, he could hear grunts, gasps and whimpers from outside. One man in particular was making a lot of noise, and then he heard a loud shout of 'At last', and a roar of triumph, which he recognised as coming from Jack. He knew now that Jack had finally achieved his long stated aim of getting into Billy's ass. John was not the only one to have realised this, Jim too had heard Jack's roar, and could see the angry look on the teenager's face.

"Look's like your sissy brother's getting to enjoy a good fuck like you. I bet he has a tight ass, eh, one made for a good buggering from those of us that know was pleasure a boy can bring. What do you think kid, shall I leave you now and go take my turn inside your kid brother."

Those words animated John. He could do little to help Billy against Jack, but damned if he was going to let this brutal fucker go and do his worst to his little brother.

"Fuck no, that little pussy doesn't know how to really satisfy a man," John said to Jim, the boy's eyes now burning with determination. "He can't do this," and John started rotating his bum, and began squeezing his anal muscles to further constrict the man's prick. It soon had the correct effect as Jim shuddered in pleasure.

"Quite a little catamite aren't you," he gasped. "Well if you want it, you can have it," and he started to bang into John even more violently. The result was inevitable, and two minutes later he flooded John's ass with his sperm, before collapsing to lay panting on top of the boy. He pulled himself off after a few minutes, and like John had seen so often with types like this, Jim had lost all interest in sex now that he had achieved his own release. He pulled his trousers back up, and left the wagon with hardly a glance at the half naked boy.

Some minutes later Jamie and Billy were returned to the wagon. They were both naked, and had their hands and feet bound up, and their gags returned to their mouths. The men left to sleep outside, and John shuffled over to his little brother, to help comfort him after his ordeal. It was difficult, bound as he was, but he managed to get himself beside Billy, and lay down beside the child, the young boy laying his head onto John's chest. John could see his brother's face was damp with tears, but their was no evidence of blood or anything showing he had been badly injured. He did not doubt that Jack had hurt the boy, but Billy had been fucked before, and was able to take it. Worse for the youngster was the humiliation of being used by a man he so detested, and he snuggled up closer to John, as the elder boy tried to comfort him. Having not been gagged again, at least he was still able to whisper and check that both his little brother and Jamie were basically okay. Jamie in particular seemed in surprising good shape, though the youngster had got off somewhat easier than Billy. The man who had taken Jamie had not been with a woman or a boy in many months, and had got so excited he had blasted off into the child's mouth a few moments after the boy had started to suck him. Jamie had actually been rather grateful for the drink, and the parched boy had greedily drunk it all down. Still this had not pleased the man, who had wanted to fuck the boy, and although he spent some time playing with the beautiful child's naked body, he had been unable to summon another erection.

As the night slowly slipped past, it was the cold, rather than their fears, which became their greatest enemy. The three boys huddled together for warmth, but they slept only fitfully that night. Eventually they were brought out of a half sleep state by shouting outside of the wagon.

"Shit, why the hell didn't you waken us earlier, we've got a long way to go today," yelled one of the men.

"I didn't realise it was so late," was a rather defensive answer.

Shortly after this exchange the three men that had satisfied their lusts the night before climbed into the wagon, and the fourth could be seen staring through the flap at the back.

"Haven't we got time to play with these lads," asked the man who had tried unsuccessfully to bugger Jamie the night before.

"No, you stupid bastard," yelled the man who was still peering from the rear, obviously the driver, and he quickly vanished to take his place at the front. A few seconds after he had sat down there was a shout and the wagon started to roll forward.

"I really want to fuck one of these kids," the first man continued, "because of that horny cocksuker, I missed out last night."

"Well don't let us stop you," Jack said.

The man lowered his trousers, and grabbing Jamie tried to ass fuck him, but due to the incessant jumping and shaking of the wagon he was finding it difficult to get into the boy.

"Forget it," Jack yelled, "its too difficult, just wank yourself."

Both he, and the other two men, wanked up their cocks to a full erection, and then began rubbing their pricks on the boys' faces, whilst feeling their naked bums. One by one they ejaculated, spurting their creamy loads over the boys' faces and hair. After this the journey went on much like the day before, with the wagon being driven at a furious pace along rough and bumpy roads. Eventually they appeared to have reached a better quality highway, and the cart was raced along at a better, and thankfully for the well-shaken boys, smoother pace.

After what seemed like hours the wagon suddenly pulled up short, and soon thereafter the face of the driver peered through a gap at the front.

"Right we're almost there, we're only an hour late, let's hope that doesn't annoy him."

The man glanced at the three boys, two of whom were still nude, and all three had cum stains on their faces and hair. This fourth man, who had not done anything sexual with the three kids, was obviously not into boys.

"Jesus, get them cleaned up," he yelled.

Jack, Jim and the other man, restored the children's clothing, and then used some water to clean them up a bit. The wagon rolled on a bit further, but when it stopped, the leg bonds were removed from the boys, and they were manhandled out of the wagon. It was dark outside, and the boys were quickly pulled through a door and into a large building, which looked a bit like a warehouse. Each boy was held by one man, which was a good job, as they would probably have been unable to walk, such was the pain in their legs and ankles. They were dragged over to a place near a number of large wooden boxes, and then dumped down together. Given their weakened state, due to burning thirst and hunger, as well as their aching bodies, the three youngsters made no attempt to get up again. A fifth man emerged from some shadows in the distance, flanked by a further two. In the darkness Jamie could not make out his face, but it was possible to over hear what was said.

"I said I wanted all three Grange boys, where is the middle one?" the new man yelled.

"We're sorry sir," Jack said, "the other one got away, but we've brought you a substitute, a real pretty one, and a blond as well."

Jamie could tell that the new man looked over in his direction, and was obviously eyeing him up.

"You bloody fools, well he'll just have to do, here's your pay."

A small pouch was handed over to Jack, and the new man made his way over to the three boys, followed by what looked like his bodyguards.

"Well, well, it's nice to see you three here."

The new man's face was now visible to the boys, and Jamie did recognise him at all, though he didn't look very friendly. However John stared for a long time at the man's face, as if trying to recall a past memory.

"What! I recognise you," John gasped at last. "Billy, it's…"

Yet at this moment a cloth was pushed over the boy's face and a powerful odour filled his nostrils that slowly started to make him dizzy, before he blacked out.

"Yes my lovely," the man laughed, "And now you are mine!."

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