Best Gay Erotica of the Year Volume 2 by Rob Rosen

Author:Rob Rosen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Best Gay Erotica of the Year
ISBN: 9781627781916
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2016-08-15T04:00:00+00:00

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The Roman leaned over the Gothic warrior’s shoulder, his beard brushing the side of his captor’s neck. “How could you betray me?” he growled.

Gerung chuckled. “Were it not for me, you would end up with an arrow in your throat, just like your horse.”

He then kicked his own horse and the animal broke into a trot. Though now a prisoner, the Roman—Lucanus, son of Trajan Papirius, as he had haughtily informed the other men of Gerung’s tribe—shared Gerung’s saddle, over the protests of Asbad, the more ruthless of Gerung’s tribesmen. “A prisoner should be forced to walk!”

“The night grows long,” said Valimer, the chieftain and Gerung’s father. “You want to make it even longer?”

Leather straps bound Lucanus’s wrists and he had to struggle to keep his balance astride the horse as it moved deeper into the forest. He was nude—”A prisoner has no right to dress as a nobleman,” Gerung had said as he tore off Lucanus’s tunic— and felt the cool night air against the broad expanse of his bare back and the heat of his captor’s body warming his front. The rhythmic bouncing of the horse created a pleasurable friction and caused Lucanus’s cock to swell against Gerung’s buttocks. The Vesi warrior made no comment, but clucked his tongue to urge his horse to move faster.

The tribe’s camp was hidden in the hills, shielded by trees. Most of the members were in their tents, though a few, hearing the return of the warriors, came out to learn the fate of the Roman who had been spotted outside their camp an hour earlier. They laughed when they saw the naked man riding on the back of Gerung’s horse. Lucanus looked past them, ignoring their jeers.

Gerung volunteered to keep the prisoner in his tent. His father at first protested, arguing that Lucanus should be put in a tent with some of the other soldiers, but Gerung persevered.

“Who would you trust to not mistreat him? Asbad?” Gerung had asked.

Inside his tent, Gerung lit a lantern. Lucanus sat in the corner, the lantern’s dim glow highlighting the ridges of his muscular body, making him seem more a bronze statue than a man.

The Roman was seething. “I should tell them everything,” he hissed.

Gerung’s smile was patronizing. “They would not believe you.” Lucanus was undeterred. “Take me to your father. I will tell him.”

Gerung took off his helmet and undid his belt. “Let him enjoy his wine. We can make your story more interesting in the meantime.”

A scowl remained on Lucanus’s handsome face a moment longer, replaced with a smile when he realized what Gerung was inferring. “Then should you not untie me?”

Gerung peeled off his rough woolen tunic, revealing a tautly muscled torso. “Later, perhaps,” he said, sweeping his long tawny hair away from his face.

The young warrior knelt in front of his prisoner and leaned in, softly kissing Lucanus’s plush lips. He pulled away. The two men looked into each other’s eyes and traded smiles. Gerung kissed the Roman again, harder this time.

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