Excerpt from
AN INVOLUNTARY KING: A TALE OF ANGLO SAXON ENGLAND by Nan Hawthorne
(Christopher Hawthorne Moss.)
Situation: Finn O’Donnell, a mercenary war lord, l has imprisoned bard Rory
McGuinness, am man he has always wanted with all of his heart and body. O’Donnell’s lover, MacDhui waits
outside.
"Sit
down," O'Donnell commanded Rory. "No, here, next to me."
Rory
did as he was told. He sat stiff on the ledge around the walls of the hall,
looking out towards the fire. O'Donnell leaned back, appraising Rory. "You
have a fine voice. You tell a story
well. Ishaq would be proud of you,"
he said in Irish.
"Thank
you, sir," Rory replied in the same tongue, without looking at the man.
O'Donnell
reached out one hand and touched Rory's hair. "You do not have any idea
how long I have wanted this. You were a handsome boy, but oh, how beautiful you
are. I think you may actually be perfect." He curled locks of Rory's hair
around a finger. "I saw you in camp during the war. I told you before that you took my breath
away. It was more than lust. That is easily slaked, even for men like me. It
was a desire that went much further. I wanted you, but I wanted your heart and
soul as well as your flesh. I wanted to
master you, and I wanted you to give yourself to me of your own desire."
O'Donnell
sat forward and reached to the cord on Rory's borrowed shirt. He pulled it
loose and reached in with his hand to caress Rory's neck and shoulder. He let
his hand slide up to cradle the side of Rory's finely sculpted jaw. Rory closed
his eyes and clenched his teeth.
O'Donnell
asked humorously, "Is that tension from resisting me, or to resisting your
own desire for me?"
Rory
said plainly, "I do not and cannot desire you, Finn."
O'Donnell's
face hardened. "You may think so. I may be able to change your mind."
He slid closer to Rory and put the hand that caressed Rory around his neck. He
reached with his other hand to caress Rory's chest and belly. "You are
such a fine mixture of muscles and softness." He leaned to Rory and
started to kiss his face. Rory felt his
hot breath and smelled the drink in it as he moved his lips from Rory's
forehead to his cheeks. He put his lips
against Rory's, who sat, unmoved and unmoving. He had decided to let his body
choose what it wanted, waiting for either repulsion or a stirring in his own
groin. He felt his body push the man away.
O'Donnell,
feeling the rigidity of Rory's mouth, pulled his own face back to look him in
the eye. "You know, you do not have to want this. I can take you. I can
hurt you terribly, so you will never be the same. I would rather you came to me
in desire, but I will still have you even if you do not."
Rory
returned O'Donnell's gaze. "You will have to do that, for I am pledged and
will not be with you willingly, nor do I want you, never wanted you, and shall
never want you. Even if I was drawn that way, I would never want a man so crude
and savage."
O'Donnell
reared his head back and slapped Rory's face hard. "You want
savagery?" the older man demanded. He grasped Rory's hand and put it on
his bulging manhood. "Feel that? You will be feeling that many times and
many ways tonight. It will tear you up
inside like any sword."
Rory
started to pull his hand away, feeling the man's erection turgid against his
palm, but stopped. He forced himself to
relax. He flexed his hand and gently clasped O'Donnell's phallus. He started to
stroke it.
O'Donnell
looked at him, astonished, then smiled. He half closed his eyes. "I knew
it, I knew it, you would want me, want me as much as I want you." He
sighed as Rory's hand began to rub his cock with a firmer grip. O'Donnell
opened his eyes to feast on those of the man who was making love to him at long
last. He moaned with pleasure.
Rory
slipped his hand under the man's tunic and grasped his naked member. O'Donnell
gasped, first with pleasure, and then with pain as Rory grabbed his bollocks
and squeezed them with all his might. O'Donnell's gasp turned into a howl of
pain, a scream of rage. Too soon not to have been right at the door, MacDhui
rushed in with his sword drawn. Reaching
Rory, he put the point of the blade to his throat. Rory withdrew his hand.
O'Donnell
choked, his voice constrained to a squeak, "Take him away. Put him in that
shed. I will deal with him as he deserves."
MacDhui
glared fiercely at Rory, whose face betrayed only resignation. He grasped the bard by the arm and pulled him
out of the hall. Soldiers rushed towards them, looking to the Scot for an
explanation. "Get back to your posts or pallets!" he commanded in a
voice that would brook no questions. He waited while a guard unlatched the shed
door and tossed Rory in onto the floor. "You have a death wish, I
see," he hissed. "If you have done him lasting hurt, I will kill you
myself ere he has a chance to."
Rory
did not look at him but sank into himself, knowing that he would be lucky if
O'Donnell simply killed him.
MacDhui
slammed the door shut and latched it. Outside his expression changed to
anguish. He rushed back to the hall, to O'Donnell, to take the rage on himself,
and do whatever he could to help him out of his pain.
You can continue to
read the story and its aftermath in the AN INVOLUNTARY KING: THE STORIES”
at http://aninvoluntaryking.blogspot.com/ under the title ”The Death of Rory McGuinness” and, incidentally, the
story “The Death of O’Donnell”. The
novel is available at Amazon and Smashwords for no cost.
Proofed 10/26/15
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