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Subject: Dark Age Tale – Part 3 Dark Age Tale � Part 3 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 ————— The lad was in a fluster. He had lost his wallet somewhere and was trying to find it by going to every place he had visited. When had he last had it? Not sure. Ok, when had he last brought something? He had brought something at lunch time. So he could remember having it at lunch time? No, he had got the money from his pocket. Had he taken it out with him that morning? Not sure, maybe, think so, was usually just in his pocket from the day before. Did his parents have it? No he wasn’t here with them. Like most men who shared his interests Richard sometimes fantasised about having a boy of his own. A boy who he could look after and love, an idealised boy who might sulk and pout but do it in an adorable `boyish’ way. This sort of conversation, the reality of having a young teenager, was never part of those fantasies and Richard could already feel himself getting a bit irritated with the lad. “Look, where and when do you last remember having it? Stop charging around and just think for a minute. And anyway why weren’t you careful with it. If you’ve been careless and lost it you’ve only got yourself to blame.” Was what he wanted to say. Of course he didn’t, but trying to help him was like trying to herd a cat. He was used to his well ordered life with everything in its place, and a skittish boy on the edge of panic was neither of those things. Still, he helped the boy look around the başakşehir escort stall. He was sure they wouldn’t find anything but it gave him a chance to talk to and admire him a little more. He wasn’t as perfect as he remembered. A few pimples under unruly mop of hair which was a bit greasy, and he was a bit on the skinny side. Richard liked his boys nice and clean with maybe a hint of puppy fat, and this lad looked like he had that rake like build some boys get after their first big growth spurt. And he ponged a bit. No mum and dad obviously meant no washing. Not wholly unpleasant for a man like Richard, but tomorrow he would need a shower or it would be overpowering. Still he was very pleasing to look at, especially when he bent over to search under a table and Richard could get a good look at his arse. Two nice handfuls, definitely enough to grasp and play with and maybe spank lightly if he was up for a bit of a game. This one was definitely off limits though. At most 14, more likely still 13. Get found with a boy like this and it wasn’t just an angry dad after you but an entire lynch mob. “Sorry mate, I guess you’ve tried lost property already.” It wasn’t meant as a question but the lad shook his head. He hadn’t thought of that. Jesus, had he been this useless at that age? Did he not think for himself and need his mum to do everything for him? In the end he offered to take the boy there once he had packed up his stall. The lad seemed to calm down a bit at that, having an adult offer to help him sort it obviously reassuring him. After all he seemed a nice lad, even offering to help lug the fleeces into the back. “Nice outfit by the way.” It was a decent effort, a nice green tunic with embroider hens around the short sleeves and hem. Noah, as Richard halkalı escort had found out his name to be, wore a long sleeves hooded t-shirt underneath it giving the impression of a cowl. The baggy grey trousers were, on closer inspection, actually a pair of Nike joggers and the dirty trainers were definitely not very Saxon, but with a long brown leather belt round his waist and a few other touches like the little money pouch the lad looked the part. He was supposed to be a Saxon noble he had told Richard. He liked the last kingdom, a couple of fantasy books he hadn’t heard of and a certain tv show devoted to dragons and tits which Richard was not a fan of. His older cousin was into LARPing and the two of them had come along together last year and had `a right laugh’ running round the woods and getting involved in the Viking display. He was chatty enough after warmed up by a few questions, nicely spoken with a soft lilting voice and Richard’s irritation quickly subsided as he gamely tried to lug a pile of fleeces almost as big as him into the back. “Let me grab those,” he took them off him before he toppled over backwards, feeling his groin stir as he got so close to him. He knew he should send him packing, but what was the harm in helping him. He had no desire to hurt or scare a lad, but he was wary of what someone else might think of an adult being alone with a boy he didn’t know. “Those are so cool,” of course he was only interested in the swords and daggers, and was more impressed when Richard told him he made them himself. “I wanted to buy my cousin’s sword but Paul said no.” He wasn’t sure who `Paul’ was, stepdad or the like by the way the kid made a face when he said his name. He was handing the swords and daggers to Richard who was storing şirinevler escort them in a lockable trunk and grabbed the metal collar and handed it over. “What’s that for?” Richard’s mind raced. He could hardly say he had a small, but devoted, group of customers who brought this sort of stuff for sex games. They liked handmade stuff, and he had a separate website from which he turned a nice profit, though sometimes a few people, both men and women, would approach him at these sort of events to buy the stuff so he always brought a bit of stock with him. “I join in the role playing events as a Viking merchant. They sold their captured enemies as slaves so it’s a bit of a prop.” The boy even touching that stuff made Richard feel guilty but Noah seemed oblivious and just started telling him about his school trip to the Viking centre where they had seen the real chains dug up and the map of all the places the vikings traded with. Did he know they went all the way to Africa? Lost property didn’t turn out to be a waste of time after all. Noah’s face lit up when the man in the tent said a wallet matching that description had been handed in yesterday. A few questions and the kid had it back, at which point his face really fell. His rail ticket was still inside but all his money was gone. Fifty quid, all saved up from money he had earned doing jobs around the house. “Can your cousin lend you some?” He had taken Noah back outside, the lad looked like he was going to cry and he could hardly leave him like that. Which was when the whole story came out. He had planned to come with his older cousin again and got the train down. But the cousin, now seventeen, had a new girlfriend whose parents were away. Noah wouldn’t tell anyone right? Of course he hadn’t told anyone, which meant he was in deep shit now. He’d stayed the night on his own so would be in real trouble when he had to explain why when Paul had to come and pick him up. And he would have to tell on his cousin and he would be in even worse shit with his mum and dad for leaving Noah on his own.

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