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Used by the Vikings (Reluctant Gay Gangbang) (Viking Sex Slave #3)

Used by the Vikings gay erotica book cover by Isabel DareThis story is a stand-alone sequel to Owned by the Vikings.

Edric wears the iron collar of a thrall, and thralls have no rights under Viking law.

So when Edric dares to refuse the advances of sly troublemaker Leif, he must be punished. He is bound naked to the Great Oak, and from sunrise til sunset, anyone may make public use of him…

Adult readers only! This 10.000 word erotic story contains a village of horny Vikings using their captive in a rough gay gangbang, with reluctant oral and anal sex, bondage in ropes, humiliation, public sex and multiple penetration. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

Edric tried not to cower visibly.

His ordeal had begun.

“We might as well break him in,” Ottar said to his companion, in a persuasive tone of voice. “He won’t be as good when everyone else has had him. Don’t know about you, but I like them fresh and squealing, not exhausted and covered in come.”

Knut scratched his beard thoughtfully. “True enough. Tie him up a bit first, I don’t want him kicking me.”

Ottar nodded, and without warning he yanked at the rope, hard enough to send Edric sprawling to the ground.

“Here, give me that,” Knut said. He knelt by Edric’s legs, and Ottar handed him another piece of rope.

Edric’s face was pressed into the sweet-smelling grass, but he could feel Knut tying rope around his bare ankles.

“Not too tight,” Ottar instructed. “He has to be able to spread his legs if someone wants to fuck him while he’s lying on his back.”

“Eh,” Knut said dismissively. “Nobody wants that, he’s not a woman. Much easier to just bend him over and fuck him standing up.”

As he spoke, Knut gave the rope around his ankles another hard yank.

Edric let a muffled squeal escape his lips as the rough rope chafed his ankles raw. Gods, this was a rough beginning and he was sure it wasn’t going to get better.

“Aw, look what you did,” Ottar complained. “You’re getting his blood all over my rope.”

Knut snorted, knotted the rope one last time, then stood up. “All right. Get up, thrall.”

Edric tried to get up, and found that he could barely move his legs. His ankles burned. He would have fallen over again, if Knut hadn’t stopped him with a rough hand against his shoulder.

Edric’s ankles were tied so that there was about two feet of slack between them. He could probably still walk, if he took tiny mincing steps, but the rope chafed his raw skin whenever he moved, so that he wasn’t inclined to even try it. And in any case, he was still tied to the iron ring in the tree.

“That looks all right,” Ottar said, then gave Edric a shove. “Bend over, slut.”

Edric knew there was no point in protesting, in arguing his innocence. These men would not care, and all he would get out of it was a beating.

Seething inwardly, he bent over, clasping his bloody ankles with his hands so he wouldn’t fall over.

“Need to slick him up first,” Knut was saying. “Come on, Ottar, you know better. You can’t go in raw, you’ll rub all the skin off your dick.”

“I like them tight,” Ottar argued. “Here, let me just-”

And without further warning, he shoved his stiff cock against Edric’s hole, trying to force him open.

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