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 In such peaceful seasons, there should have been little to worry about besides lazy summer weather. Falling asleep should never be a risky, yet the young man would realize quickly, when the sound of horses pulled him from his nap, that he had made a grave mistake.

Captured by barbarians, Relon assumes they'll kill him for sport. His confusion grows when one of the intimidating men promises they have better uses for his young body.

Soon, his new Master begins teaching him how to behave as a sex slave, and no complaining from Relon will stop these depraved lessons.

The barbarians don't care that he claims to dislike men, they'll teach him what his sweet mouth and virgin hole are good for in due time.

This erotic story is 11,696 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:

Getting up was difficult, my knees kept wobbling. When I stood, Tarlow actually placed his hand on my chest, halting me a moment. “Wait,” he breathed, “let me look at you.” I was acutely aware of my cock-head poking into view, the precum leaving a wet spot on the cloth below the ridge. He circled me like a wolf, chuckling when he saw me from behind.

His hand clasped my shoulder, making me jump. The other slid down my spine, flicking the ring where it was nestled in the circle of my rear entrance. “I see Hintur sent you here with a gift for me. Bend over the chair, like I said.”

I did it begrudgingly, my hands gripping the hard surface as I hung my head. The access I was giving him, it terrified me what he would do with it.

The chief pressed up behind me, his presence encompassing and intense. He was like a storm ready to break on me, and I hoped I could weather it. His hands rubbed down my back, onto my ass cheeks where he squeezed. He was rough, no doubt leaving bruises for the future.

He thumbed the ring sticking out of me, teasing around it, before he gave it a slight tug. My gasp was breathy, I wanted to hold in any sound, but it was clear I couldn't. Not when he was touching me like this.

“Are you into men, Relon?” He asked casually, pulling on the ring. The beads slid, one of them starting to almost break free of my tight ring of muscle. I panted, grunting, and couldn't answer him. Tarlow reached under me, brushing my straining cock with a chuckle. “Answer me.”

Swallowing, I fought through my haze of lust and confusion. “N-no... I'm not.”

“No?” His snort was derisive, and he gave my shaft a hard squeeze. “Then what's this all about?”