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“You did not reapply the ointment like I instructed you.”

Toran’s voice was thick and dark, growly, like he was angry. Jesse tensed and though he couldn’t see it, his little sphincter winked with fear.

“I’m sorry, I must have forgotten. I can go do it right now.” His thighs tensed as he wriggled and struggled to pull them together so that he could push himself upright. Toran shoved them back apart with his wide, rough palms.

“Allow me.”

Jesse’s jaw flopped open, accompanied by a small screech of utter shock when Toran’s hot, wet tongue rasped over his hole. His entire body shuddered at the strange, unfamiliar feeling. Toran grabbed hold of his asscheeks, spread them wide enough to force the boy’s hole open, then licked his way inside. Jesse squealed again, his small fists closed on the bedcovers, and he bucked forward. The entire bed rocked as Toran yanked him back. Jesse’s poor abused little asshole slid on Toran’s tongue, taking it even deeper, but it didn’t hurt. Couldn’t. Toran’s tongue was too wet, too soft, and yet, he was sucking now, first tightening his tongue, poking with it, then softening it and licking inside the rim. Jesse could do nothing more than stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the wall in front of him as Toran held his butt open and did the filthiest, dirtiest thing Jesse could imagine one man doing to another. The poor boy’s brain simply could not process it.

But, no matter how disgusted his brain was by Toran’s outrageous, lewd behavior, his body was another matter. He didn’t even realize how hard he was until Toran took hold of his cock, pulling it back down between his legs so he could stroke it firmly, thumb rubbing on his balls. Jesse wanted to tell him to stop but the only audible sounds he could produce were incoherent half words that died into whimpers.

“Do you like this baby?” Toran’s breath puffed hot across his backside. “Does my pretty wife like having her pretty cunt eaten out?”

Jesse went silent, still breathing heavily but silent. He felt awkward and strange and horribly, horribly embarrassed. Toran was licking his ass like it was a woman’s cunt. And Jesse had been enjoying it.

“No. No, No!” he cried out in shame, his back arching, his hands reaching backwards to push Toran’s face away. He succeeded, but only partially. Toran moved to stand over him, one hand pressing in the center of his back to hold him down, the other sliding through the slippery wetness between his legs. His intent was clear. He was going to finger him. Like a girl.

“No, Toran, please don’t-ah!” Every muscle in his back and torso went taut as Toran forced one of his thick fingers knuckle deep, making Jesse burn and grunt softly in pain. He grabbed at the other man’s wrist in an attempt to stop him. He managed to wrap his fingers around it, but it was an awkward angle and he was utterly ineffective, not that he could have stopped Toran anyway. Toran chuckled and pressed another inside.

The stretch was accompanied by hot searing friction. Toran’s saliva was drying out. He seemed to realize it and withdrew. Jesse sighed in relief and then screamed as his fingers returned, this time coated with the familiar stinging, burning antiseptic cream that Jesse had put on his arm earlier but been too timid to put anywhere near his rectum.

“Please,” Jesse whimpered helplessly, his hips twisting in an effort to escape. Toran’s hand was heavy on his spine, unmovable.

“Don’t fight it. You know you like it.” Toran leaned down and brushed his lips against Jesse’s jaw, tracing it and following the line of his throat with his tongue. Just then, his finger tips paused and curved inside of him, pressing against the wall, and caressing some wonderful hidden place inside of him that send a pleasurable shock down his spine. The sensation distracted him from the discomfort. Toran repeated the curving, thrusting motion, gradually increasing his speed until Jesse began grinding against his hand.

The more Jesse responded, the more aggressively Toran pumped into him. Each shocking penetration moved him further from pain towards pleasure until finally it all blurred into a white heat. He cried out as Toran’s hand moved from his spine to grab him between the legs. One hard squeeze of his cock was all it took and he spilled across Toran’s palm.

Without Toran’s hand to anchor it, Jesse’s body appeared to levitate up off of the bed from the waist up, every muscle in his torso and back arching taut. He cried out, pleasure releasing in a long, drawn-out moan until he slumped back onto the bed, boneless.

The instant his orgasm faded, shame overwhelmed him. He had come from being penetrated, fingered and masturbated. Like a girl. His backside felt wet and loose. Like a pussy. A sob shuddered and died somewhere in his throat. Toran leaned over him. He pressed kisses to his closed eyelids and wet lashes, seemingly unaware of his conflict, until he spoke, “It’s ok to like it. It doesn’t make you less. Only more beautiful to me.”

An empty sort of calm settled over Jesse and he turned his head to look beside him. How could Toran possibly understand? He, who was all power and confidence and dominance. He, who had never, and would never, have to bow to anyone, thanks to the breadth of his physicality. How could he ever know what it was like to be small and weak and forced to spread one’s legs in exchange for bread and safety? Toran was looking back at him, settled on the bed with his head propped on his elbow. His eyes were dark and uncomfortably close. His hand rested on Jesse’s bare back in a parody of the way he’d effortlessly held him down just moments ago.

He still felt embarrassed by his body’s reaction. It felt like a betrayal. Jesse turned away sullenly. “I was supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around.”

“It can be both at once.”

Chapter 10

It was lonely in the cabin. Toran knew this. Besides protection, that was the reason all the other husbands kept their wives locked away. The isolation made them crave human contact, any contact. It made even the most stubborn of men break. Over time, captivity makes people soften to even the cruelest captors.

Toran didn’t keep Jesse captive to be cruel. He kept the beautiful boy behind a locked door because that was the only way to keep him safe in place like this. When it came to the other prisoners, out of sight meant out of mind. And that was the best strategy when one’s new wife was the most beautiful thing any of them had seen in years. Toran was the biggest, strongest man in the work camp, but that meant little against sheer numbers should they choose to turn against him.

But the fact that he kept Jesse locked up for his own safety didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the benefits of Jesse’s confinement. Jesse was his and only his to return to each evening; a lonely and touch-starved young man. All he had to do each day was wait, holding himself back and letting the boy come to him. He would offer careful little brushes of contact only, letting Jesse know that he was welcome and wanted, but not demanded. It was a struggle to control his desperation for his beautiful little wife, but that only made it so much sweeter when Jesse came to him on his own.

Jesse was always a little skittish when Toran first got home. As they ate together, his nerves seemed to fade away. The fuller his little belly got, the softer he became. By the time dinner was through, he was putty in Toran’s hands. Jesse would let Toran kiss him at last. Toran would claim those soft pink lips like a dying man, each time as urgent as the first.

But, as pleasurable as their after dinner activities were, Toran found himself equally as enamoured with the simple, mundane act of eating together. He cherished every moment with his skittish little bird. He loved the way Jesse shyly fluttered about the table as Toran set down the food containers. He liked the way his eyes lit up when the containers were opened, delighting in every dish Toran uncovered. Jesse got so very excited by food. There were times when Toran even noticed a wet shimmer in his eyes at the sight of so much of it, more than he could possibly eat. He wondered how harsh the boy’s life must’ve been that he could be so overwhelmed by something so simple. He wondered how often Jesse had gone hungry before he’d come into Toran’s care. Each time he thought of it, determination rose in him- as long as Toran breathed, Jesse would never go hungry again.

Tonight’s dinner featured steak, pink in the center, and luxuriously juicy with fat. With each tender morsel Jesse put into his mouth, he made a soft happy humming sound as he chewed. The boy was completely unaware that he was doing it. Toran settled back in his seat, letting his eyes drift over his wife again. Jesse’s enjoyment was as satisfying to him as the meal itself. Something proud and possessive sparked in his chest at the sight of the young man’s entirely unguarded enjoyment. He did that for him.

“If I had known a decent steak would make you this happy, I’d have forgone everything else and just lured you to my bed with a hunk of beef on a pole,” Toran said, mouth twitching wryly at Jesse’s flushed, chewing, chipmunk cheeks and sparkling eyes. He’d put on weight and was all the more beautiful for it. His ribs, which before had protruded like an old man’s gnarled fingers wrapped around his torso, were now just smooth bumps and valleys. His shoulderblades that had stuck up like a bird’s wings were now melded into his back. Even his skin seemed softer. He wondered if the boy even realized how much his body was changing.

“If I’d known you were going to feed me steak almost every day, I’d have trapped myself,” Jesse said with a laugh choked by a mouthful of food.

“Do you still feel that way?”

“What way?” Jesse looked confused. He paused with another bite halfway to his mouth.