MY FIRST LIBERTY'S KIDS FANFICTION
Boston, Massachusetts, March 1774
A bright and sunny day in Boston as Sarah Phillips, James Hiller, Henri LeFevbre, Moses and Phillis Wheatley were busy cleaning outfits under the watch of the very astute Redcoats. It was nearly 4 months after the Boston Tea Party and the city has been under lockdown ever since decreed by Parliament. The colonists felt as if they were right in throwing away so much tea as they were unfairly taxed and felt increasingly marginalised under the British Crown. James Hiller, a young journalist shared those feelings. His passion for freedom burned as hotter as the fire that stuck his home when he was a baby. He was determined for his fellow colonists to get a voice in the Parliament and if King George the III didn't like it, he can eat a big fat dick for all he cared.
"I hope those coats are coming along nicely." said one of the soldiers.
"Don't worry, my good sir. They'll shine brighter than gold." said Sarah. "Won't they, James?" He gave her a glare and she gave him an even meaner glare.
"Yes. We're just simple colonists who love nothing more than to please the king." he said while mentally cursing.
"See that you do." said a rotund redcoat. "It's still inconceivable that a bunch of drunken louts were able to damage a shipment of tea like that. But I guess that's what happens when you live in this wretched hellhole." James became visibly angry. Sarah and Phillis saw that he was about to attack that soldier.
"Um, would our esteemed guests like something to eat?" asked Phillis.
"Yes, some porridge and veal would do. And make it quick woman!" said another redcoat.
"Yes sir. Would you all join me in the kitchen?" she asked the others.
"In the kitchen? But that's women's-" a kick to his silenced him.
"We'd love to, Phillis." said Sarah. The Pennsylvania Gazette company followed Phillis. Once out of earshot, James voiced his opinion.
"This is so unfair! What the hell are redcoats doing here?" he asked furiously.
"It's called quartering. A soldier just knocks on your door. Anytime day or night. And moves into your house. We have five more upstairs." said Phillis.
"I can't believe King George would allow that." said Sarah.
"It was Parliament's doing. They call it the Coercive Acts." retorted Phillis.
"The Intolerable Acts would be more like it." said Moses.
"This is an outrage." said James.
"That's right. We have to cook for them, wash their clothes, and they don't have to pay a single shilling!" said Phillis.
"I am outraged too. This pie is too small." said Henri.
"Always nice to have a funny one during these times." said Phillis. "Oh blast it! I'm out of veal. I'll have to go get some more."
"We'll accompany you." said Moses.
"Thanks but if we all leave at the same time the soldiers will get suspicious. I've heard of terrible punishments for those who break the law or inspire insurrection." said Phillis.
"Good point. We'll need someone here to keep the Redcoats busy." said Moses.
"Let me do it, Moses. I'll distract them with the stories of the French nobility's wild parties and then we can have a group of rebels to-"
"Thanks but no thanks, Henri. We have to make it look like we're total law-abiding citizens. In addition, we'll need to find the printer so we can get this story out."
"I'll do it, Moses." said James.
"Okay I trust you, James." said Moses.
"Well now that that's settled. We best be on our way before the soldiers get even more grumpy." said Phillis.
"Oh yes. Anymore and they'll be redder than the Devil." said Henri. They all laughed.
"Oh and my friend Tom Maloney has a print shop and he'll be more than happy to publish your story." said Phillis. "All right James we're counting on you."
"Don't worry. I'll make sure they're happy." he told her.
"Um Moses, don't mind me asking but are you sure Mr. Hiller is up to the task? From his manner of speech, he seems only one stone throw's away from maiming anyone who agrees with the Parliament or the king." said Sarah.
"And that's what I love about James. His passion is just what the colonies need to make sure they have representation. And hopefully to end the barbaric practice of slavery. And don't worry. He isn't the one for violent confrontation. At least when it's not practical." said James. The other four all headed outside to the market.
"I have so much to learn about the colonies and its people." said Sarah.
"You sure do! Like how not to tax everyone on sugar. You know we can't eat pies without it!" said Henri. Sarah, Moses, and Phillis all laughed again.
"Henri, I'd love it you could write one of my poems." said Phillis. Back at the barn, James went in to confront the soldiers.
"What is it, boy?" asked the lead Redcoat.
"I just want to know do you all get off on oppressing people who want their voices heard?" James asked.
"How are we oppressing anyone, lad? We're just reinstating order after you colonists decided to go on a stupor." said a blonde Redcoat.
"Yes, orders straight from the king." said a brunette Redcoat.
"His Majesty and Parliament are doing a great job in governing. Most British subjects agree." said another soldier.
"Well what if some of us don't feel like being part of the crown? What if some of us what to govern ourselves? And elect your leaders rather than by birthright?" James said passionately. The soldiers blurted out laughing.
"Colonists ruling themselves? Now there's something I'd pay all the shillings in the world to see!" said the lead Redcoat. Feeling alone in a room full of laughter. James immediately thought of something else.
"Well is it too much trouble to ask you to leave the good folk of Boston in peace?" he asked.
"Sorry but until our orders from Parliament says otherwise, you lot are-" a black haired Redcoat began to speak.
"Actually lads, maybe there is a way we can grant the silly fool's wishes."
"You don't mean?" another soldier asked and soon amourous smirks appeared on each of their faces.
"What's all smiling about?" asked James.
"Well dear boy we have an agreement with the locals." said the lead Redcoat. The other five Redcoats from the main house join their posse.
"What kind of agreement?" asked James.
"Well, in exchange for us to leave the domiciles of this Godforsaken town, the townsmen pay us with their 'services'" said a white haired Redcoat.
"Meaning?" asked the confused journalist.
"You know: the flesh." said a brown haired Redcoat. James eyes widened at that statement. This was basically just a way to take advantage of poor innocent men, just like Parliament always does. He could only imagine the faces of the men who had to endure such depravity.
"Well what do you say, lad?" asked the lead soldier. James should be against it. After all, it were the redcoats. The same redcoats who enforced the King's unjust tax laws, who just barge into people's homes without the owner's say, and who crush all hope for self-governance but he had to admit, the idea was really hot. James was not a complete virgin. He had his fair share of men and frequent 'sessions' with Moses. He can remember whenever he needed information of a story, he always sucked the informant off as payment. And this was indeed to get these Redcoats out of Phillis and her family's hair. He thought they had suffered enough.
"Okay I'll do it." he said. The soldiers gave him glowing smiles.
"Excellent. So who's first?" asked the Lead Redcoat.
"I'll do it, milord." said a young Redcoat. He looked to be a bit older than James and a little taller. "So what's the name?"
"James. James Hiller." he told him.
"Mine's Nigel Dunsford." he said. He removed his hat to reveal his well kept gray hair. He went in and kissed James on the lips. James melted into the soldier and Nigel wrapped his strong arms around the journalist. Both men used their tongues to explore each other's mouths. "Let's get these clothes off. Nigel stripped down, revealing his well-toned physique. Years of army life had served him well. James stripped down as well. He was similarly well-fit, if a little bit more taut. What really impressed Nigel was his cock. It was 10 inches long and was incredibly thick. The other soldiers were in similar shock.
"I say, dear boy. You're much bigger than the rabble in this town we've dealt with so far." said the Lead Redcoat. Nigel's own cock was a great 9.5 inches.
"Stand still." Nigel told James. He grabbed his cock, his hands barely circumferencing the girth and stroked him. James started to feel a little bit tingy. 'This Redcoat sure is good with his hands.' he thought. Nigel opened his mouth as wide as he could and took the blonde man all the way in. Nigel was very well known for his incredible mouth and it served him well while he was moving up in ranks or interrogating rebels and Natives. James moaned at the first suckle. Nigel then grabbed James's taut ass and fingered him. The journalist moaned even louder. 'Glory be! This man definitely knows the ways of the flesh!' In his exalted state, he saw the rest of the Redcoats undressing. Their body types ranged from plump (but in shape) to muscled. Cock sizes ranged from 7.5 inches to his own length. A soldier with brown hair approached him and planted his lips on him. Another soldier came over and kissed James's nape and back.
"I wonder how delightful your arse is." the soldier whispered in his ear. He immediately grabbed the butt cheeks and attacked his hole. James moaned into the mouth of the soldier kissing him. Nigel sucked harder and harder and also cusped his balls. All of this friction had caused James to cum in Nigel's mouth for which the soldier took it all.
"Mmmm delicious." The lead Redcoat approached him.
"I hope you're not tired yet cause you have a long way to go, lad. Richard, on the table."
"Yes, milord."
"Now then please him." James did as told. He observed the soldier. He was by far the most muscular of the platoon, his physique equaling that of Moses. He also had the largest cock at 10.5 inches yet thinner than James. The young writer took him with little problem. Moses's cock was 12.5 inches long and he had quite a bit of experience.
"Well this little pig loves his master." said Richard. James ignored the comment and focused on his defined abs and pecs. He pinched his nipples, eliciting a moan. Richard pushed his head further down, using it like a rag doll. A soldier approached them.
"Naughty naughty Richard. Having a poor, miserable lad to yourself again? You really are a greedy gent." The soldier wrapped his arms around his chiseled frame and kissed his open lips. James continued to suck his meat harder whilst another Redcoat approached the group.
"You know, lads. I think this will be much better if you were completely on the table." he said. Richard agreed and pulled James up with him. He laid down so James could deepthroat him all the way. The first Redcoat sat on Richard's face while the second worked on James's ass again. Meanwhile the other soldiers were pleasing themselves or masturbating.
"When will you go, milord?" a soldier asked the lead Redcoat.
"In due time, Ronald. In due time." he said. Ronald had continue to suck on him. "Curtis, Leslie, get over there and show that colonist what it means to be a British subject."
"Yes milord." they said in unison.
"Ok move it, Charles." said Curtis. Charles did as commanded. Curtis grabbed his smooth ass and positioned his 8 inch cock into James. The blonde boy screamed into Richard's dick at being taken so suddenly. Not that he was no virgin but the fact it was like a cannon through the air is what gave him such a sting.
"Richard, I'd like to test this rebel's sucking ability for myself." said Leslie. Richard obeyed and Leslie thrusted his 9 inch cock into his mouth. He was much more fiercer with his head than Richard was, grabbing his blonde hair and giving it a bombing. Two other Redcoats approached the journalist.
"Give me and my brother a real good stroke, lad." James grabbed their 8.5 inch cocks and stroked them to the best of his abilities. Both men moaned.
"I say Nathan, this young rebel is very good with his hands."
"Yes you're right, Gregory. Much better than that miller from yesterday. I wonder if working in the fields all day and night had made him a shrewd." James temper flared. How dare they insult the hardworking people of the colonies who do their best to keep Britain fat and happy? He gave them such a rubdown that they came on his face and body. "Well that was a good one, lad."
"Mmmm hey Richard, come here." said Nathan.
"Yes what is it?" he asked.
"I want to see how many cocks can that little fool take in his arse." he whispered in his ear. Richard gave him a naughty smirk.
"I'll be most obliged." he said. Richard approached the group and told Curtis the story. Curtis stopped fucking James and lifted him up so Richard could position himself.
"Hey what are you all-" Before he could finish, James felt Richard's big rod in him plus Curtis reinserted himself into him as well. What came was a mix of pain and pleasure. He yelled at being taken by two men for the first time. However, Gregory inserted his dick in his mouth to shut him up. Curtis and Richard moved in a steady pace as so not to hurt James. They could at least give him that much.
"Hey there, lad. You never gave me, Ronald, and Nigel the same treatment." said Charles. James grabbed his and Nigel's dick. Charles was 7.5 inches while Ronald was 8 inches. He instantly started to shag them.
"You were Nathan. This man does have great hands." said Ronald. James thought to himself: 'This is for Phillis and the people of Boston. We will be free of British tyranny someday' Curtis and Richard increased their speed, actually making the table vibrate along with them. Nigel planted kisses on his smooth back, feeling like there was some way he could contribute. Meanwhile Nathan was pleasing the lead Redcoat, Lt. Peachtree. He sucked on his cock and balls.
"Ahh you never cease to disappoint me, lad" he said. Reginald and Leslie were in their own web of love on the floor.
"You know, these colonists need a good lesson in hygiene but they are the horniest of lot." said Reginald. He left Leslie to be with the group having fun with James. Leslie joined Peachtree and Nathan. "Gregory, I believe it's my turn." Gregory moved out the way and Reginald inserted his 9 inch cock in his mouth. He took him with the same ferocity that Leslie had.
"Hey Nigel, can he take 2 cocks in one hand?" Gregory whispered in his ear.
"Well let's find out." Gregory grabbed Ronald's dick while Nigel grabbed Charles' dick. James held 4 cocks in his hands. They were right but it was a bit uncomfortable being smushed together.
"Hey, Nigel you wanna have a go at this chap?" asked Charles.
"Of course." he responded. Whispering in Curtis's ear that is time for a change, he and Richard took their cocks out of James's hole, allowing for Nigel and Charles to take the helm. After having 2 cocks at the same time, James only winced a little. Ronald whispered in Reginald's ear.
"Reginald, I want to hear him moan. I love it when these colony men scream."
"I do as well. Okay." He removed his cock from his mouth which following a symphony of vocalizations from the young journalist. Nigel and Charles increased their pace. James had thought the table was going to break which would not fly well with Phillis and the Wheatleys. His louder moans only made the soldiers even more horny.
"So boy, what was all that rubbish about governing yourself?" said Lt. Peachtree. James attempted to have some dignity and pride but those two words were not what someone would use to describe the position he was in right now.
"I think the rebel still have some spirit in him, milord." said Richard.
"Yes you might be right. Charles, Nigel. Take our friend on the floor and see if he can't learn to obey his masters." The two soldiers obeyed and grabbed James. Nigel took him in a reverse lotus position, allowing Charles to suck him off. Curtis came over and quickly inserted his cock in his mouth. Charles then continue to fuck alongside Nigel.
"I say milord he has quite the stamina." said Reginald.
"Yes he's lasted longer than any of these tavern swain we've had so far." said Nathan.
"Mmm he does." said Lt. Peachtree.
"I wonder what how he makes love?" asked Leslie. He went over to him and whispered in Charles' ear. The fellow soldier obliged and gave him space. 'And he's still hard I see.' "Ok rebel, let's see how good you are giving it." he said. James inserted his cock in Leslie's hole, eliciting a howl from him. That lifted the young journalist's spirits a bit. Leslie didn't expect for him to be this thick! James wasted no time and pounding the Redcoat while Nigel continued to pound him.
"Remember when we had that fisherman?" asked Gregory.
"Yes the one who wouldn't talk about the rebels planning the tea party. We certainly interrogated him good." said Nathan. The remaining soldiers masturbating to the train. James grabbed Leslie's dick and stroked him. All three men moaned loudly and yet no one came to investigate the noise. Boy was James grateful for that. Nathan and Gregory came over signifying it was time for them to have their fun with the colonist. Leslie and Nigel gave way and Nathan took James ass and thrusted into him while Gregory took his thick cock and shoved it in his ass. Just like before, he was in another train with these horny Redcoats. Nathan grabbed both James and Gregory and thrusted faster. Lt. Peachtree, deciding he's done enough just sitting around, speaks up:
"All right gents you've had your fill of this little fool but now it's my turn. I want no one to interfere with my handling of the rebel. Is that clear?" he commanded.
"Yes milord!" said the entire squadron. Nathan and Gregory got off of him. James took a moment to observe Lt. Peachtree. He was a shorter than Richard but a little taller than him. He had a good physique though it could be what you'd call the dadbod in the 21st century. His dick was a proud 9.5 inches and the thickness nearly match his own. He was certainly fit to lead a platoon of Redcoats, exactly the type of man the colonists will be facing in the upcoming war. "First suck me off." James did as commanded. After having 6 cocks in his mouth this was certainly nothing new though for some reason James felt as if this one had a different aura about it. Like it radiated power and prestige. Maybe that's the way with all the Redcoat commanders. The blonde journalist was sure in for a ride. Lt. Peachtree grabbed his head and forced more of him in. "I can't believe I ever doubted you lads. This one really has a mouth given by the Lord!" He said as he moaned louder. James held his buttcheeks and fingered him which caused him to moaned even louder. 'So the little traitor's got a couple of tricks up his sleeve, eh? I'll break him of that.' he thought. A couple of more moments of him giving head and the Lieutenant came in his mouth.
"Did I do good, milord?" asked James.
"Yes but now here comes the final test. Turn your bottom around." James did as instructed. Peachtree, in one fluid motion, shoved his cock in him. James yelped at the sudden intrusion. Peachtree wasted no time as he pounded into James at a brutal pace, grabbing his head to make him even more of a slave.
"That's our Lieutenant!" said Leslie.
"Yep. Turning turncoats into moaning dogs is his speciality." said Reginald. James moaned louder as Peachtree went even faster.
"So lad, What was that about governing yourselves?" he asked James.
"It...It...It was nothing." James said softly.
"I'm sorry. What was that?" asked Peachtree in a sadistic manner.
"It was nothing!" James said louder.
"Could you shout it so my men can hear you?" said the lieutenant.
"IT WAS NOTHING! WE'RE NOTHING BUT SIMPLE COLONIAL SWAIN AND WENCHES! WE ONLY LIVE TO SERVE BRITAIN!" James shouted to his lungs.
"That's right! And the men are our personal playthings. Such as yourself. Remember that!" said Peachtree.
"YES MILORD! ME AND MY COLONIAL BRETHREN ONLY LIVE TO SERVE THE KING'S BED!" said the journalist with the last of his pride leaving.
"That's a good little swain. Now beg for me to continue to take you!" he said the sadistic lieutenant.
"PLEASE! PLEASE MILORD I NEED YOUR BIG COCK LIKE A HORSE NEEDS A SADDLE! RIDE ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN!" James said, sounding completely defeated. Peachtree grinned an evil smirk.
"As the fool wishes." Peachtree fucked as hard as humanly possible. The other eight soldiers swore he was making the ground tremble. He grabbed James's cock and pumped it as fast as he was thrusting. "This is why I love colony boys like you. You act so tough but when you're under the body of your superiors, you turn into good obedient dogs. Now howl for me, swain!" Peachtree grabbed the younger male by the torso and simply bombarded him. He let out his loudest yell yet. After about 15 minutes, James's penis was ready for another cumshot and he could tell that it was going to be the last. Even with his mighty stamina, he had his limits. Mercifully to James's ears, Peachtree spoke up. "Me and my men are going to cum all over you, swain. And you're going to enjoy every little once." The lieutenant gave his ass a few more thrusts before emptying his seed into the poor exhausted man. The other soldiers released their cum all over James. He opened his mouth to receive it. It tasted somewhat sweeter and more palatable. Maybe British cum was just that good. Peachtree got off of him and ejaculated the rest of his load onto James's face. And wouldn't you know it, James himself came a mighty river of cum. After a few more spurts, all 10 men were completely empty and their cocks were beginning to deflate. While the Redcoats were indeed tired, James was near to the point of collapse.
"I..say this was by far the most exhilarating time I've had with you lot." said Peachtree.
"Yes, lad. You did not disappoint us one bit." said Charles.
"Maybe there is hope for your kind after all." said Nigel. James continue to pant heavily.
"What...about...you...leaving the Wheatleys?" he reminded.
"Oh yes that. Well don't worry. We're men of our word. Get dressed, lads. Let's leave the little swain alone in the barn. Just tell that wench and her family we've got another assignment. Cheers. And you will definitely make a good paramour to a lucky nobleman one day." said Peachtree as he and the other men put on their clothes and were on their merry way. James looked around and saw the barn. Except for the stench of cum and sweat and shame, it looked exactly the same. He laid on the ground to collect his thoughts on what happened. He had to please 9 Redcoats just so an innocent family could be left alone. While on paper it was shameful, he had to admit, he enjoyed last minute and did not regret it one bit. If he had to do it again, he would. While sitting there exhausted, he begins to think if the colonies have it in them to beat the British and win the right for freedom and representation. Maybe men like him will use their body to win the battle but anyway to be free, so be it. He learns today something that will be burned into his mind: Freedom isn't free. He waited for the cum to dissipate in the sun and for his energy to recover. Once he had enough strength to stand up again, he got his clothes and thanked the wind for carrying the smell of sex to somewhere else.
"James, we're back!" said a singsongy voice. It was Henri. He, Sarah, Phillis, and Moses had came back from a day in town.
"Hello everyone. Where did you all go?"
"Well after picking up the veal, we went to Phillis' friends' print shop to get the story in." said Sarah. "The printer had a bit of a malfunction."
"Fortunately I had some through knowledge on how to fix broken machinery." said Moses.
"James, where are the Redcoats?" asked Henri.
"We had a little discussion on the virtues of liberty and they realized how dumb this whole quartering thing was." James told the boy.
"Oh how could I ever repay you, James?" said Phillis.
"Just make sure everyone knows just how much the price of freedom is. And hopefully this tyranny will end." he told her.
"You can be sure I will do that. I feel so bad for the poor people of Boston who have to deal with this madness." Phillis said.
"You're telling me." James said.
"What was that?" asked Phillis.
"Oh nothing." he fibbed.
"Well in any case, a friend of the Wheatleys had lended us a wagon and we can be on our way tomorrow." said Moses.
"Yes but I'd like to make us all a big feast if you'd all don't mind." said Phillis.
"Oh we don't mind! We very much don't mind!" said Henri. Moses laughed.
"Well a good meal would take everyone's mind off of the quartering. And we'll be glad to help prepare." said Moses.
"Great. Well let's get started." Phillis said as the others went into the kitchen.
"You see James. All it took was a little reasoning. There's no place for such rowdy acts like the tea party." said Sarah.
"Yeah and your body." he said softly.
"But I think we should write about how men like Ben Franklin can soothe all of this tension between the colonies and the crown." she said.
"Sarah...we're going to be free. Somehow. Someway. We are going to be free! If not, then may we rest in hell." he told her. He walked off from her, trying to ignore the pain of his used bottom. The Englishwoman sighed.
"Oh mother I hope people like James can find peace with the Crown again. Unnecessary bloodshed is exactly what Parliament is trying to prevent." she said to herself.
END OF CHAPTER I