Page 14 of Henrikk’s Prisoner

Asher tried to ignore the fear, but it was difficult to maintain faith when the very man he wanted was brutally raping him over a table in a room that was as cold as death.

Henrikk laughed and sped up, each hard pound making Asher wince as he was speared by Henrikk’s cock over and over again. He didn’t know what was worse, the penetrating soreness he felt each time Henrikk bottomed out in his ass, or the dry friction of his un-lubed girth dragging against his sphincter.

“At least I have the courage to tell you how I feel,” Asher added.

Henrikk’s laughter died, and he froze, still wedged deep inside. “And what is it you feel for me, beyond your unwavering loyalty and reverence, General?”

Asher remained facing forward. “You’re not ready to hear it.”

Henrikk gave another laugh, this one shrill and ringing oddly. “Well, just in case you change your mind and become talkative again…” He pushed the gag back into Asher’s mouth and tightened it so the fabric cut his cheeks. “Now, see if you can be a good soldier and be quiet while I finish fucking you.”

Asher stayed silent as Henrikk took him.

He promised himself he wouldn’t make a sound.

But Henrikk fucked him hard and fast, each jerking thrust rougher than the last.

The pain had reached a new level, the impacts growing unbearable, but it was the bulging erection in Asher’s pants that made him cry.

When Henrikk noticed the tears tracking down his face, he wiped them with his palms and groaned. “Poor Asher. There, there.” A pause. “You know…Nothing makes me harder than making a grown man cry.”

Without warning, he slammed into Asher, repeating the savage thrust for several long minutes until he came, blowing his load deep inside his ass.

“Fuck!”they exclaimed together, Henrikk’s cry stretching for several long seconds as he shuddered and groaned.

Henrikk removed the gag and pulled out almost instantly.

“Did you…?” Asher began.

He heard footsteps, and then the door slammed.

It took him a moment to realise that Henrikk had left, and far too long to realise that he wasn’t coming back.

What felt like two or three hours later, guards entered to untie Asher from the table and take him to bathe and change.

Asher didn’t dare enjoy the small luxuries. He was starting to associate those things with Henrikk’s visits.

Sure enough, the king arrived that evening. Asher had half hoped Henrikk would try to play chess with him again, but he was disappointed. The king had him tied to the table in the same manner, gagged and helpless, and took him again. Afterwards, he left without a word, leaving Asher trembling with sore muscles, ass, and an aching erection.

At least the guards came in immediately afterwards to untie him.

The pattern repeated the next day at midday, and again in the evening.

And the day after that.

Each time, Henrikk regarded him as little more than a piece of meat. A body to be used, nothing more.

By the fifth day, a bed had been brought into the room. It was much more comfortable for sleeping, but Asher quickly learnt to hate it. It was where Henrikk had taken to fucking him, but that was not why he hated it.

No, it was the bed’s vastness he couldn’t stand, and how utterly lonely he felt each time Henrikk left him there. There were a couple of occasions where Henrikk had mocked him, delivering snide parting words when he finished before leaving.

But as the days flitted by, Henrikk changed. He seemed guarded, his expression unreadable, and each time he finished with Asher, he left without saying a word.

It made Asher miss the insults as he lay on the cold bed, the damp sheets smelling of him and Henrikk. His chest ached with sorrow, his throat tight with emotions, and his hard cock throbbed so much it hurt. Henrikk had not touched him there again, not since the first time when he’d grabbed him through his trousers.

Asher wished he would.

Lust and longing drove him insane, as did the unrequited feelings he’d almost professed to Henrikk.