Gay Sex Slave Training #3 (Reluctantly Dominated by Barbarians)
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 they 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/sexual humiliation More
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
Our punishment was not something Tarlow would be swayed from.
It took several men, but they managed to stretch Hintur stomach first over a wooden barrel they rolled in. His ankles were spread wide, bound to iron rungs in the ground. His arms were bent behind his back, wound tightly from shoulder to elbow. Naked, gagged, he still managed to have a fierce glare that didn't indicate any shame for his situation.
Nude as Hintur, I swallowed nervously, facing him while Tarlow held my shoulders. The chief was whispering in my ear, his fingers drifting down my arms, over my chest, soft as the wind. “I want you to watch what I do to your brave, foolish guardian, boy. Don't look away from him, not once.”
Trembling, I stood there as Tarlow walked around me, still fully dressed in his raven colored clothes. He moved calmly, yet I was sure he had to be bristling with excitement of some kind. He'd caught us, and now, he could do as he pleased with us. The gleam of revenge was clear in his green eyes.
He stood behind Hintur's spread legs, looking over him and at me. While my lover could turn his head and see somewhat behind him, he didn't have a clear view of what was going on.
But I did.
From a pocket of his great cloak, Tarlow lifted out a small container. Inside, I could see something yellow, greasy. His fingers dipped in, scooping out some of the mixture, a healthy dollop. He glanced at me, his eyes heated, though he wore no smile or smirk.
Lowering his arm, he rubbed the yellow stuff down the cleft of Hintur's backside, stroking down over his exposed asshole and upwards again. The bound man cried out in surprise, grunting behind his gag, yanking uselessly at the rope that held him to the barrel.