The year was 1782. The war of independence was raging in the colonies. I was 11 years. My Dad was called by the rebels to be a general in the war. He otherwise managed to stay out of the war all these years. He wanted to take care of his family. Our mum was always sick, maybe because she gave birth to 6 children. She was the center of my life. I remember when I would sit on her bed and she would hug me. It made me feel safe.

Dad hated the red coats. The most of his family was killed by them and he hated the unfair taxes that the colonies had to pay. He thought that the colonies would be better as an independent country. When he was finally begged to be a general in the war, he agreed. He explained to Mum that he was a man of principle. It was not enough hoping for an independent nation, that has freedom, liberty and democracy. He had to fight for it. He had to get the red coats out of the colony. He had to fight for the stars and stripes.

The day that my dad left made me cry. He got a little annoyed with me. An 11 year old should not cry. I felt both despair and was angry. I felt despair that he would be leaving his family. We could be attacked by the redcoats. He could be killed by the redcoats. Did anyone even consider that it was dangerous that he was going to war? That made me angry, as well as he was saying that because I was a boy, I should not be crying. When he wanted to give me a hug goodbye, I ignored him.

We constantly got letters from Dad. He was a good general. He was really pushing the redcoats back. He was just as popular and dangerous as General Washington. No matter what the redcoats did, he defeated them. Deep down I was proud that he was my father, but I was also so selfish that I was mad at him. I didn't know that the redcoats were totally mad at my dad. They wanted to send him a message as well as hurting his pride and making him sad. The redcoats decided that they would kidnap me. It happened at night-time. Red coats surrounded the house at night-time and forced their way in. I ran to my mum's room and found the rifle that was left behind. I was going to shoot them all. If Dad wasn't here to defend us, he would kill them. But he left his family. Once again I could feel the anger build inside me. Three redcoats entered Mums room. I pointed the rifle and shot. It was not loaded. The redcoats quickly caught me and tied me up. They told my Mum that they were keeping me as a prisoner until Dad turned himself in.

I was put in a wagon and cried a bit more as I could see our house get smaller and smaller. One of the soldiers laughed and said that I looked like a girl. He wanted to make sure that I was a boy, so he put his hand in my trouser and started feeling my cock. He told the others that I had a small cock. They all laughed. He started fondling my balls and breathing hard. I laid back and spread my legs. "This faggot likes when someone touches his cock" He said as he started wanking me. I looked up to him. My tears were gone now. I felt deep inside that I was safe. He was smiling. Especially after I spread my legs. His hand went past my balls and into my butt cheeks. I could feel his finger on my butthole. Now he was smiling gently to me. He leaned a bit over me and gave me a kiss. It started as a gentle kiss, but his tongue went in my mouth. I could feel it on my teeth and inside my cheeks. His tongue was dancing with me. The others laughed as they could see him molesting me. I just looked in the soldiers face as he was kissing me. I felt safe with him. His finger started going in my butthole. It hurt a bit. I tried to relax my butt and let him finger fuck me. I felt like a faggot, but I didn't care. For the first time in months, I felt loved and safe. I let him finger fuck me and I tried to squeeze my ass muscles. This made me moan, especially when his finger was on its way in. After a few minutes, I was panting and moaning. This made the other soldiers laugh and pat me on my head. They were saying that the general's son is a faggot.

I was put in a prisoner jail. It was for colony soldiers that were caught. At the beginning I was just left by myself. It was cold and wet there. Sometimes you could see a mouse or rat running across the floor. This was no place for human beings. The word got out that I was the general's son. Then everyone was nice to me. They gave me the best place to sit and started telling of their experiences with my Dad. I knew that he was a war hero and he was winning this war with General Washington. Maybe they would like to hear how he left us alone and let redcoats kidnap me and put me in this jail.

The next day, I was told to come into a room. They told me to take off my clothes. Then they gave me a bath. They noticed how small my dick was. This was embarrassing. When I was totally washed and clean, they told me to stand up. The only thing that they put on me was a white cloth around my privates. It looked like a skirt but it was way too short. It didn't cover anything. My chest was exposed and so were my legs. If I bent down, everyone could see my bum and dick.

"So this is the general's son" the redcoat general said, "My name is General Palmer, and you are now His Majesties prisoner. What a pretty prisoner you are: You will be his majesties cocksucker. You see while I have meetings with my staff, or when I am watching a battle, I feel much better when someone is sucking me. This will be your job. You will be my cocksucker"

"I really want to go home to my family"

"From what I heard, Your Dad has deserted you to play war. You can consider me your daddy. I will not leave you and will love you. Now I want you to put my cock in your mouth and suck it"

I went over to the general. He had his cock out. I never sucked in my life. I never did anything gay except show a slave my cock once. I went on my knees and looked at the cock. It was hard. Boy was it big! There was this huge cock in front of my eyes and 2 huge balls that were hanging down. I started kissing the balls. They were so warm and a bit sweaty. Then I licked the side of the cock. This made the general moan. I hoped it meant something good. I licked the side of his cock for some minutes. He must have got tired because he held my head and forced is cock in my mouth. I nearly choked because he put it so far in. Then he started moving his cock in and out. I cried because it was hurting my jaws. He didn't care. He just went in and out and was constantly moaning. I tried to think about something else by using my tongue around the big cock. The General loved this. Then I squeezed my cheeks as much as possible. I was now learning first-hand how to be the general's cocksucker. After about 15 mins of this, he squirted in my mouth. It was gooey salty stuff. I didn't like the taste. I thought it was actually piss. I never knew that a man made seed. So I spit it out.

The General smiled at me and said that I have done my job very well.

A few days later, we were in a battle field. The Redcoats were being pushed back. General Palmer was in despair. He couldn't afford too many losses, as the colonial soldiers were pushing him back to the sea. He summoned me to come with him. I was told to suck his cock so he could think better. So in the middle of the battlefield, I knelt down and put the general's cock in my mouth. It was easier and easier every time I did it. I was learning new tricks how to make the general happy. An example being that I would kiss the top of his cock and start sucking. I didn't mind sucking cock now, and thought it made the general happy. I just went in and out while looking up at him. He usually had his eyes closed. What a site it must have been for the other redcoats and the colonial soldiers that could see so long. A boy sucking a general's cock! Finally the general cummed in my mouth. I swallowed it, as I was getting more accustomed to the taste. I was then told to serve the general some wine. He was now more comfortable and could think more clearly.

Even though he was thinking more clearly, it didn't help the situation. The redcoats were being defeated. The General told me to go in the tent with one of the officers. His balls were too full so he couldn't think strategy. I went into the tent; the officer was a fat man with a huge moustache. I went down on my knees. He told me to get up and bend over the table. I was a bit confused, but did has he commanded. He lifted the back of my little skirt and commented that my ass was as pretty as a girl's ass. It was so round. I think I blushed at this. Was it good to have a girl's ass? The officer went behind me and turned me around on my back. He then lifted my legs over his shoulder. I looked into his eyes. There was a strange look, a look of lust. He moved towards me. I could feel that his cock was against my butthole. I gave it a shove and I could feel that he was entering me. It hurt so much that I felt that my hole get wider and wider. I thought that I was about to split into two. I let out a cry and begged the officer to stop. But he kept on fucking me. I could feel the shape of his cock inside me. I started moving my ass so I could meet his cock coming in. It felt much better this way. He began calling me faggot and gay. I suppose he was right. I loved sucking and now I loved getting fucked. I could feel him stop and he left a huge moan out and I could feel him squirting inside me. I looked up and saw a bunch of redcoats looking in. They were just given a sex show. The officer told the redcoats to get back to their battle.

The redcoats lost that battle, but they captured many colonial soldiers. My life was now getting a routine. I would sit on a fluffy rug while General Palmer did his business. Sometimes he would tell me to suck him. He would also have friends that needed to be sucked or fuck me. He kept his promise though. He would never leave me. He gave me enough food. Deep down I think he was starting to love me more. He loved me more than a sex object.

Tne day, the general told me that he was meeting a general of the colonial soldiers. When I saw the general, my heart leaped. It was my Dad. I ran over to my rug. The man that came in was a proud general that had many victories behind him. He sat down and started talking about prisoner exchange. He had redcoat prisoners that he wanted to exchange with colonial soldiers. Deep down I smiled. Dad was a great negotiator. It appears as if he had the upper hand.

Then Dad noticed me on the rug. A half-naked boy with just a piece of cloth around my privates. You could see Dad turn white and he started stuttering his words. He suddenly forgot why he was there.

"Is that your son" Dad asked.

"No, he is the son of one of your generals. He is a prisoner of war"

"Are you treating him well?"

"Yes. He has important responsibilities here. I think you should fuck him"

"Is he gay? Oh No. I don't think I want to fuck him"

"Why, is he your son?"

"No."

"Then Fuck him. He has not had his daily fuck yet. After we can discuss the prisoner of war exchange" General Palmer called me over to his desk. He asked me to bend over the table. Now I knew that my Dad could see my ass. I wonder what was going through his head. He didn't want to admit I was his son. Maybe that would put him in danger. The funny thing is that General Palmer knew that Dad was my father. My Dad moved closer and I could hear him take his trousers down. Then I felt the familiar feeling of a cock against my butthole. This time it was my fathers. He pushed his cock in and started to fuck me. I was groaning, enjoying every push in. I squeezed my ass so I could feel the outline of his cock. In and out. This was the rhythm that I quickly got used to the fucking. Since I was kidnapped, the general has left many officers fuck me. All for the honour of King George. As my Dad was fucking me, I smiled. I bet that Dad hated every minute of it. His son, His pride and joy was no more than a fuck toy for the redcoats. General Palmer would have thought that this was revenge for all the battles that my Dad has won. When I was thinking about this, I could feel Dad cumming inside me. He quickly backed off as if he was finished with a duty. I stood up, so he could see the cum running down my legs.

"Now we have to conclude the prisoner exchange. I think that we should include this boy. It is important that we bring him back to his father."

General Palmer thought about this. While he was thinking, I ran over to him and put my hands around him. I could nearly see the pain in Dads eyes. His son was choosing to stay with the redcoats. I smiled. This was the ultimate payback. If Dad protected his family, I wouldn't be here. General Palmer smiled and said it appeared that I wanted to stay where I was. I could see a tear in Dads eyes before he left.

However, a few months later, the British were defeated. They have surrendered to the Colonial soldiers. This time Dad and his soldiers came in the mansion where we were staying. General Palmer was a broken man and sat in his chair while colonial soldiers were occupying the house. Despite him being a broken man, he always smiled when I came in and sat on his lap. He was calling me son by now. I think that he considered me a son more than a sex toy. It was just like the old Greek days, he tried to explain to me. Then men had little boys that they educated and philosophised with. Dad came in and called me over to him. He tried explaining to me. I was silent. I was still mad at him. "Son, I need you by my side.... I need you to help run the plantation and inherit it every day... I need you especially because your mother died last month... It broke my heart when I heard that they kidnapped you... When I saw you a few months I was so happy... You have survived... I couldn't tell Palmer that you were my son... I thought me might kill you if he knew... It saddened me to see that you were a faggot... Fucking you is the worst thing that I ever did... The fact that you didn't want to come with me was like a knife in my heart... You are so silent... do you hate me that much? Please come home."

I looked Dad in the eyes and said that I was not going home with him. I was staying with General Palmer. We would be travelling to England together.

I had a new father that accepted that I was gay and would never hurt me.