Enslaved By a Hero by Anitra Lynn McLeod

Author:Anitra Lynn McLeod [McLeod, Anitra Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 2013-04-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Jodi hadn’t really thought what a party in the hero’s hall would be like, but he was pretty sure these guys put frat boys everywhere to shame. They drank so much grog the hall reeked of the stuff, and they couldn’t seem to keep their loincloths, which were really small to begin with, on for longer than two seconds. Jodi had never seen so many cocks in his life, and that included his brief foray into Internet porn. Sure, he was curious, but he found the images awkward and uncomfortable. The party in the hall made him feel the same way. Sex wasn’t sexy when it was drunken, unwelcomed, or just plain unattractive. Nothing said ew louder than a stumbling oaf trying to stick his semi-stiffy in the backside of a slave who was still dressed.

What scared him was that so many of the slaves didn’t seem to be willing. It was as if someone had reached down into his psyche and pulled up his greatest fear. The only saving grace was that his two friends weren’t in attendance, but that left Jodi with the unsettling desire to help those who were there. He knew he’d probably get killed for saying anything, but he also thought a part of his soul would die if he didn’t at least try to come to the aid of his fellow men. Or aliens. It didn’t seem to matter to Jodi that they weren’t Earthlings. His sense of right and wrong seemed to have nothing to do with their planet of origin. No meant no regardless of who was saying it.

Desperate, Jodi tried to explain his concern to Sevaleth, but he wasn’t much help despite his obvious concern.

“I cannot tell another hero how to be.” Sevaleth stayed in his big chair, but his gaze never lingered for long. He was watching, but Jodi wasn’t certain what he was looking for. “Some heroes treat others very well.” He pointed to Dathar, giving Jodi his name, and for a moment he watched as Dathar and his sword bearer interacted. Dathar was clearly interested and protective of his slave. “Others do not treat anyone well, not even themselves.”

Sevaleth didn’t have to point out this type of hero. They weren’t the most common, but they were the loudest, so they drew the most attention. When Jodi really looked, he realized the bulk of the heroes seemed to have found someone to talk or touch and settled in. It was only a handful who seemed to be out of control.

Jodi had discovered one very powerful trick. Instead of openly criticizing the horny heroes, Jodi just distracted them with a riddle, something shiny, or a drink, and then urged the slave they were molesting to go elsewhere. This worked wonderfully well since most of the Girakors were very drunk. Some were too drunk to even fuck, which was even better in Jodi’s opinion. With a limp dick they couldn’t do much of anything other than eat and drink, so Jodi ensured they had plenty of both to keep them occupied.

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