He Took Him From the North (Reluctant Gay BDSM)
Taken captive by the leader, Renton the Reaper, Fellun is sure death awaits him. But when his muscular, confusing foe begins to touch him in perverse ways he would have never allowed, the captain becomes concerned. What is Renton up to, and why is it stirring baffling, taboo sensations deep in his loins?
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The snow is cold, the sky is black, and battle is all Fellun Mercstroud can taste. Young at twenty years, but hardened by the cruel destiny of protecting his people, the captain sets out on a patrol to ambush the enemy of his Clan; the Gray Hunters, barbarians with violent hearts and blood lust in their eyes.
Fellun knows his squad is small, but the young warrior believes he can catch the Grays by surprise.
Yet, what happens when instead, he is ambushed by his enemy? Taken captive by the leader, Renton the Reaper, Fellun is sure death awaits him. But when his muscular, confusing foe begins to touch him in perverse ways he would have never allowed, the captain becomes concerned. What is Renton up to, and why is it stirring baffling, taboo sensations deep in his loins?
This 6.7k M/M word story is full of themes such as bondage, first time gay sex, forced orgasms, and reluctant anal play.
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“You said,” the man smirked, brushing his fingers gently down that smooth, tan flesh, “to get on with it. I'm happy to oblige, Mercstroud.”
Fellun gasped, trying to pull away, but finding himself still trapped. 'This can't be happening, what is he thinking?' His mind was buzzing in confusion, staring at the intimidating figure who was eyeing his solid chest and slim waist hungrily. He had never had a man watch him with such lust, for that was truly what he had identified in those heated eyes of black; the Reaper wanted him.
Unable to help himself, he trembled when Renton leaned close, the older man inhaling along the length of his bruised throat; as if chasing his scent. For Fellun, he realized the larger man smelled like smoke and almonds.
Still those fingers quested, making a path down Fellun's chest, over his sternum and back again. He was clearly enjoying the way that body felt, and much to his distress, Fellun felt the first tingle of his own reaction.
'No, no I can't! I'm not like this, I don't desire men! Not any of them, not even masterful conquerors like...like...'
Renton had found the buckle of his belt, and without even looking, he easily undid the clasp. The sound of metal on leather broke the silence, and Fellun found his voice.
“S-stop, please...” He sounded hoarse, and he hated it.
“Stop this, why would I ever do that?” The Reaper pressed his lips to the young man's neck, and Fellun quivered, unable to halt the jolt of excitement that rolled from scalp to toes.
'His lips are far too soft!'
The man was toying with the top of his captive's trousers now, stroking the silky line of hair that made a tempting trail straight down. It sent a twitch to Fellun's cock, as if waking it from a dream, and the sensation of it starting to firm made his stomach flip, his shame blossom. 'What is this, why am I getting so worked up! If he goes any lower, he's going to notice...'