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Relon and Hintur think they can escape the cruel hands of the barbarians and their chief, but they realize their mistake when the clan catches up to them during a brief sexual interlude.

Caught off guard and captured, the former sex slave expects he'll be forced to endure more humiliating torture, however, that fate is no longer reserved just for him. Hintur, having betrayed chief Tarlow, isn't going to be allowed to resume a normal life among the other men.

With revenge in his cruel eyes, Tarlow drags the pair back to the encampment, prepared to put them through whatever perverted acts his sadistic heart desires. Can the pair make it through such a shameful, terrible event with their pride in tact?

This erotic story is 11,600 words of reluctant gay sex, rough BDSM, double penetration, intense anal sex, anal plug play, forced oral and sexual humiliation.

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.