Gay Sex Slave Training #2 (Reluctantly Dominated by Barbarians)
If Hintur can put on a good enough show, the chief seems keen to give Relon to him as his personal slave. But what kind of display can satisfy such cruel men? Forced to endure sexual manipulation that leaves him begging and vulnerable, Relon doesn't know what to expect next. More
After his first day of rough, humiliating training as a sex slave, Relon has learned many things.
Mostly, he's come to understand that barbarians do not like to be denied what they desire.
Taken in and taught by the fierce, red bearded Hintur, it becomes clear the barbarian doesn't want to share his new toy with anyone else. Relon can't help but agree, he doesn't want to be passed around to the other men of the clan.
The plan Hintur comes up with sounds promising to the naive young man, until he sees the wooden stocks that will lock him in place and expose him before the hungry eyes of the clan.
If Hintur can put on a good enough show, the chief seems keen to give Relon to him as his personal slave. But what kind of display can satisfy such cruel men? Forced to endure sexual manipulation that leaves him begging and vulnerable, Relon doesn't know what to expect next.
When it's all said and done, how will he feel about the dominant man who's managed to confuse not only his body, but his heart?
This erotic story is 8,500 words of reluctant gay sex, rough BDSM, forced orgasms, intense anal sex, anal plug play, forced oral and public humiliation.
WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY
Hintur bent over me, his shadow drawing my attention back to his serious face. “Boy, those men out there want to fuck you. But you're wrong if you think you're safe in here with me. Before every other man fills that tight hole of yours with his cum, I'm planning to have it first.”
My heart throbbed, but the worse part wasn't his lecherous threat, it was how it made my cock start to stiffen with desire. 'No, calm down, you don't want this! Did you forget, after everything, how you're not interested in men?'
Trying to convince myself was difficult, especially in the wake of how I had behaved and reacted last night when confronted by the hard pricks of the two barbarians. Hintur had done many things to me, but he was right, he hadn't fucked my ass. That had been reserved for the chief, but now...
Now it was apparently not off limits.
His lips coiled up at the edges, a smile that spoke of his intent. I wondered what time it was, perhaps an odd thought considering what I was facing, but... Inward, I was bitterly amused by the fact I had spent all day yesterday enduring the sexual wiles of this man, and today, I would awaken and begin it anew.
“Prepare me, boy,” he said, his thumbs hooking in the top of his pants. My eyes went there, to the hint of his bulge, my mouth going dry. When I did nothing, he reached out, grabbing my scalp and yanking me across the floor. Yelping in shock, I tried to resist, but he was far too strong. Easily, he crushed my face against his loins, growling low and raw.