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A wistful day gone wrong, a surprise
capture by intimidating barbarians, and so begins Relon's sordid
adventure.
Young, innocent, he
quickly learns that what lays ahead of him is a perverted array of
lessons and training, all for the purpose of teaching him how to
become the perfect sex slave.
His new Master,
Hintur, who's purpose is to initially train the man to service the
barbarian king, finds himself becoming attached, and protective, of
Relon. An attraction that should never be, and that quickly spirals
out of control.
Packed with
detailed, depraved acts, as well as blossoming, forbidden romance,
this bundle contains the first three volumes of the Gay Sex Slave
Training series.
This collection is 32,600 words of
reluctant first time gay sex, rough BDSM, forced orgasms, intense
virgin anal sex, anal bead play and cock ring orgasm denial.
WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY
EXCERPT:
Suddenly,
the horse stopped, and with it went Hintur's wonderful touch.
Baffled, I looked up at him, despair clear on my face.
“Shh,”
he scolded, sliding from the steed, his hands instantly winding
around my waist to move me down with him. “I can't let you ruin
your one outfit with a load of sticky seed, boy. Who knows how long
you'll need it.” I didn't have a chance to comment, he shoved me to
the grass on my stomach.
The
horse didn't move much, but it gave a snort, edging back, ignoring us
as it nibbled the greenery.
Hintur
dug his grip into my hair, forcing my cheek to the ground violently.
It was confusing, I knew he had a brutish streak in him, but I had
assumed it had been mostly for show back at the barbarian camp. But
here, clearly, he was enjoying himself as he held me to the earth.
His
teeth found my neck, nipping enough to thrill me, but not hurt. “Lad,
you'll have to enjoy what I can give you right now, we won't be
stopping again for some time.” He hoisted the hem of my tunic up,
baring my legs and ass to the cool air. It was pushed over my head,
tussling my hair and leaving me nude.
Though
I was being crushed into the grass, the fresh scent vibrant to my
exhilarated senses, I still tried to arch my spine, to push back into
the warm heat of his body over mine. Hintur chuckled, the sharp crack
of his palm smacking my rear, eliciting a yelp from me. The sound of
laces sliding on each other cut the air, the music of his trousers
coming untied.
“Excited,
are you?” Something hot, stiff, slid along the crevice of my ass,
prodding my pliant flesh.
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