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Subject: Dark Age Tale – Part 1 Dark Age Tale � Part 1 The usual warnings apply to this work of fiction. It contains references to and scenes of sex between boys and a man and if this type of material either offends or is prohibited for you, please leave now. Remember Nifty is free to us because of the kind donations of its users. Any comments, good or bad, welcome to ail ————— It began, as many things do, by chance. The weather had been glorious all day, with sun and blue skies bringing crowds to the fields where the market was held. The trader had smiled and given thanks for his luck. The late summer was not always as kind and he had done more business than he had dared hope, so much so that he was now running low on wares. The fleeces and hides had been especially popular, and he had sold more of the steel axes and swords than usual to the large crowds brought by the fine weather. He was especially proud of the latter, with the long winter days spent engraving and polishing giving a fine profit. Life he thought was good. The crowds swelled around his stall, the men in their best tunics drinking cups of ale waiting for the contests to begin. Between them small children ran and played, a few lads old enough to catch his eye jostling for the best spot to watch the contests. The displays of skills and arms always attracted the crowds and the man was pleased a few extra coins in the right purse had secured him this prime pitch. Around them men in mail be leather mingled, drinking and laughing as they lent on shields and weapons. And then, suddenly, his luck seemed to change. Dark clouds gathered and a sudden thunder storm sent the crowds running for cover. His stall was covered, but the people crammed in it were now more interested in using it as a shelter from the rain başakşehir escort than perusing his goods. But then maybe his luck hadn’t changed after all. “See anything you like?” The trader doubted the boy had enough coin for any of the weapons, and even if he did his mother might not appreciate him being sold a battle axe. No, his only reason for talking to the boy was to get a better look at the lad. He stood about 5’5, a mop of dirty blonde hair flopping over the forehead of an elfin face. Nice button nose, even nicer pouty lips, and that was before you got to the slender body and long legs. The hem of his green tunic fell almost to his knees but it looked like the lad had a nice rump as well, certainly enough to give his rear more than a hint of shape through the baggy clothing. The trader smiled and looked the boy up and down with an appraising eye. He was very much to the man’s taste, and that meant he would be to other mens’ taste as well. Amongst his iron goods were a range of thrall collars, and the trader toyed with idea of taking the boy into the rear of his pavilion and locking one around the lad’s slender neck. Even today the markets or Arabia would pay a premium for such a comely lad, and probably double it for a blonde one with such beautiful green eyes. Some merchandise however was all together to fine to wasted on those savages, and the man felt another stirring in his groin as he imagined the boy naked in his own bed, keeping him warm on cold winter nights. Of course locals, especially mothers, were often not happy with men trussing their sons and making off with them, but the trader thought it would take only a moment and who would miss one boy in the throng of a fair? True the boy himself might not like the idea at first, but more than a halkalı escort few lads in the same situation had found that not all of their new duties were wholly unenjoyable. The man would put money on the boy being a spunker, probably just old enough to have discovered how magical his cock was having reached that special age when the thing between his legs became his favourite toy. Did he think of girls or boys when he played with it? Maybe both, or maybe he thought of nothing more than how good the playing made him feel. And maybe the feel of another hand playing with it would be not just tolerable but actually even more enjoyable? And maybe the feel of a finger, and then something more, in his most intimate place would be… “Excuse me mate, do you take credit card?” Richard Hanley’s pleasant imaginings were interrupted and he gave the man a smile. That was the problem with running a business, customers were always getting in the way of your plans. “Sure, as long as the signals working.” The bloke made a few jokes about ye olde WiFi and Richard smiled politely, he had heard them all before but the man was buying a couple of sheepskin rugs and a couple of hundred quid wasn’t to be sniffed at. It was a good little business. The hide and sheepskin fleeces rugs were brought from a friend who owned a rare breed sheep farm, and were popular with the families and day trippers who made up the bulk of the attendees of ‘History Alive’, a mixture of country fair and family friendly battlefield re-enactors spread accords several fields of an old dairy farm in the south west. The recreation weapons were his passion and popular with the battlefield re-enactment crowd who sought out his work due to the and time and effort, not to mention the skill, he lavished on the engraving şirinevler escort and preparation of the pieces. He was proud they attracted a premium and after a few years hard graft had a good core of repeat customers who kept the money coming in through his website during the winter. Summer was spent travelling round the country to events like this, setting up his stall before packing up and moving on. Winter was spent making new stock and selling through the website Throw in a few wrought iron garden ornaments and the like which he made in his spare time, and it was more than enough to keep him busy. He had taken early retirement a few years earlier so money wasn’t really an issue, but it was still nice to have of the stuff rolling in. Even better if he had someone to spend the stuff with he thought as the bloke chatted away. He was up for the week with his wife and toddler, and Richard smiled threw in a toy sheep from one of the baskets. His mate made them as a sideline, and the bloke thanked him and took a business card saying he would order some more stuff. Hopefully he would spend another couple of hundred, and all for the cost of a toy sheep. The man chatted away and out of the corner of his eye Richard saw the boy had gone. That was a shame, he had been a handsome lad and Richard had been looking forward to talking to him. Well eyeing him up to be honest, but he would have been interested to hear his voice as well. Had it broken? Was he one of this lads whose voice oscillated between squeaky and deep making them shy and self-conscious? Or had it just settled a bit lower than his boyish soprano before heading lower still as he grew? “And now it’s bright again!” The bloke thanked Richard for his help and headed back out into the sunshine which had reappeared as quickly as it had gone. The boy however was definitely gone, even outside there was no sign of him. No time to be depressed though, Richard smiled and helped a middle age woman select a fleece from the pile all the while trying not to think of the boy’s pouty lips locked with his own.

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