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Subject: Dark Age Tale – Part 4 Dark Age Tale � Part 4 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 ————— “Please don’t! He’ll be here tomorrow! I’ll be in so much trouble!” Noah’s voice began to rise and Richard looked around in a panic. Thankfully they were far enough away from the lost property tent so no-one could overhear their conversation but Richard still looked around uneasily. The boy was here alone and he was talking to him! Was he being watched? Would he somehow be responsible for the boy’s lies if he was found out? Initially he had told Noah that he should call his parents, and when the boy looked doubtful had tried to insist which had caused his near meltdown. “But you can’t stay alone? What if something happens?” Guiltily Richard knew what he really meant was what happens if something happens to you and it gets out that you spent time with me. “I was fine last night. Please!” Noah whined a little and Richard’s brow furrowed, annoyed that the boy was trying to wheedle his own way. Plus, he also didn’t really believe that the cousin would be here tomorrow. The more he looked at Noah the more shifty the lad became, and he was beginning to think he was being lied to. “What time are you meeting him?” Richard gave the boy a hard look. “Ten.” Noah looked shifty and when Richard met his gaze went a little red. Liar, the man thought. “Ok but any problems and you come and find me.” He told the boy where he was camping, his cock tingling as the Noah gave him a smile. “And that’s for başakşehir escort helping me pack up.” Three tens and a twenty made the boy gasp, he half heartedly tried to say no but took the money anyway. “And don’t lose it.” Naughty, he thought to himself with a wry smile as he relaxed in his folding chair. The responsible thing to have done would have been to make the boy call his parents, but he didn’t want to ruin Noah’s fun. Boys today were to wrapped in cotton wool in his opinion. A few days on his own would be an adventure for him. It wasn’t like he was sleeping rough in a big city, he should be perfectly safe at a family event like this. And it would have deprived him of Noah’s company. After the money the lad had shown no sign of wanting to push off, and Richard had reluctantly let him move his small tent down to trader only section of the site where he was staying, the taking down and re-pitching of the small pop-up tent giving ample opportunity to get close to him, to savour those little flicks of the head which sent the mop of hair out of his eyes, admire the firm buttocks which the tracksuit bottoms displayed when he bent over and drink in his pungent smell. Noah, Richard thought as he watched the boy engrossed in his graphic novel, was as perfect a specimen of boyhood as a man could hope for and chickens like this needed to be free range, even if that meant exposing them to the foxes. ——————— The graphic novel was called `Dark Age Tale’ and Richard smiled as he leafed through it. Boys, he thought, do not change. The pages were filled with blood and guts, as a Saxon boy took revenge on the vikings who had killed his family and enslaved him. In his day it would have been some dastardly `hun’ soldiers in WW2, but violence and warfare halkalı escort clearly still appealed to the young teen mind. “Bit gruesome isn’t it? Does your dad know you read stuff like this?” Noah was kneeling by the small gas cooking stove, stirring the pots containing the chilli and rice. Richard had put him to work, not approving of leaving a boy idle for to long. “He don’t check.” Noah gave the rice a stir, not looking up. “And he’s my mum’s boyfriend.” No dad then, Richard thought, and mum’s boyfriend wasn’t his friend judging by the tone. “He doesn’t check Noah.” The boy looked up, the comment going over his head and Richard smiled to himself. Modern boys needed more correction in his opinion, for their own benefit even if they might immediately understand why. “Looks a bit like you, minus the muscle.” Noah had clearly based his costume on the novel’s main character, a boy his age. On this page the boy was being sold as a slave, stripped to the waist with his wrists manacled he had an exaggerated six pack. The well thumbed book had fallen open on this page when Richard let it drop to his lap, so it was likely to be the most read section. Interesting, Richard thought. Noah laughed, looked like he was about to say something back, and then bit his tongue. Not confident enough yet to make a joke back, Richard thought, noting it in his mind. They had talked on and off since getting back to the pitch and he was getting a feel for Noah. He could be a bit monosyllabic but to a practised boy watcher like Richard it was as much about how he acted as what he said. A bright kid, a bit geeky and bookish but not to much. The trendy trainers and tracksuit bottoms, Richard maintained a professional interest in boys fashion, probably meant he cared what his şirinevler escort classmates thought of him enough to hide that stuff. His mates weren’t into this stuff he had told Richard when asked why he wasn’t here with them. Yeah he might meet up with them over the summer. No excited talk about plans, not much chat about mates at all. A few boys he hung around with in the playground but not much more, Richard thought to himself, so maybe a bit lonely. No dad at home either, the summer holiday would be a long time to spend with mum’s boyfriend if he had no escape. No wonder he buried himself in his books. There had been two more of the graphic novels in his tent when they packed up all Noah’s stuff, and Richard had seen the school tie and blazer stuffed in the rucksack when Noah opened it to put his possessions inside. Straight from school then on the last day of term, and enough stuff to keep him amused all weekend on his own. He doubted the cousin would be here at ten tomorrow morning, the clues pointed towards that never being the plan. Noah had wanted to come to this, Richard decided, and in the absence of friends or family willing to bring him he had brought himself. More initiative and bravery than most modern boys then, but less appreciation of danger as well. “You were going to say I looked like the fat bloke weren’t you?” In the story the Saxon boy was purchased by a gross fat Viking, all warts and belly. Noah smirked and gave a little laugh, unable to stop himself, and Richard’s cock straightened a little. He had a nice laugh, still a bit high pitched and Richard imagined tickling those teen boy feet until the owner was in hysterics. “As long as you don’t do that to me,” a few pages later the merchant was disembowelled, the Saxon boy standing moodily holding his bloody sword. Noah laughed again, and Richard moved around him, taking the pots of the burner and emptying boiling water. Best not let the lad burn himself, he could do the more menial job of washing up later anyway. That was a much more fitting job for a Saxon slaveboy.