This is a non-consensual gay erotic story, all characters are 18 or over.
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Jonathan Edward Dalton was an auspicious man-- according to some-- a man of great pedigree, great reputation, a man whose favour was worth more in weight than gold...
According to others though, Jon could be described as something else entirely... and those very people were the kind to find themselves belly up on the end of Jon's own ruby crested dagger. A family heirloom, no less.
Jon scowled as he moved his way through the open doorway, his nose crinkling at the smell of the decrepit swine that frequented the whorehouse and filled it with their sweltering stench. He inched forward, ignoring the wayward leer of the young blonde with the toothless smile and turning his nose up at the obscene gesture she made with her mouth to try and tempt him to spend a coin or two.
That explained the gums, then.
He was stopped quickly, this time by a shapely redhead with soft eyes and a shining emerald gown that pulled in tight at her waist and flared out like a rushing waterfall of liquid green.
She was tall. He liked tall.
Liked redheads too, but hers was wrong--the red too close to the hue of freshly shed blood-- and much too straight, hanging heavy just below the curve of her creamy breasts.
She would do, he supposed, as long as he fucked her from behind it was all the same in the end.
Jon stilled then, the sight of the girl dissolving from his vision at the first whisper of that voice-- the soft lilt of a Scottish brogue that shouldn't have cut its way through the rest but did-- the very sound of it shooting a jolt of pure pleasure up his spine as his eyes grazed across the crowded brothel in search for the man who beheld it.
Jon found him, eyes gliding over the rebel's broad body as he leaned heavily against a splintering wooden pillar and smiled almost bashfully down at a growing gaggle of swarming whores.
A boiling pit of irritation bubbled quickly in his gut at the sight-- but he held back, cooling himself to watch the young Scotsman's interactions with the horde.
It proved fruitful in the end, and it was with a growing smile that he slunk his way through the sweaty throng of milling bodies and sidled up behind the unwary man.
Adair.
A name that had long ago bled into his mind and branded itself across his brain... he couldn't allow that, couldn't allow another man that kind of power.
Come morning, Jon would carve his own name into the flesh of the one who had haunted him.
Adair Argyll.
Jon greeted him with a smile and the hidden tip of his blade, the feel of the entrapped jewels digging into his palm deliciously as he pressed it in just far enough to split the younger man's skin.
Jon spoke before Adair could even form his shock, and he did so with a blistering glee.
"Ah, I can scarcely believe my eyes-- if it isn't the young Mr Argyll, what a pleasant surprise."
Jon finished the sugared words with a hearty bellow and clapped Adair on the back hard, making the Scotsman flinch back into the pressing blade and suck in a pained breath.
Trapped.
Jon wasn't lying, it had been a lovely surprise. He had dragged himself into this godforsaken whorehouse just to rid of his pent up frustrations-- too tired to terrorises some unawares lone lady he had caught on his way, and too long overdue to wait for a finer establishment-- and now in his arms, and on his dagger, was the young lad who had fled his advances and plagued his every waking sodden dream.
Jon had first met Adair during a search along a long stretch of road in Aberdeen, he and a few of his fellow soldiers had stopped Adair and his companions for a bit of harmless fun. Usually Jon and his men enjoyed roughing up the local Scots... but this day had been different.
Adair had been different.
He was a fighter, and he had fought tooth and nail. Jon had been enamoured, watching the bloody broken young man shakily pull himself to his feet every time he was knocked off them, swaying on the spot as he tried to defend his friends. Jon had punished him in the end, of course, had enjoyed commanding his men to hold the feisty Scot down as he whipped the skin from his back, lash after lash.
He had happened upon him twice more after that, and every time he saw his pretty face, that feeling from the very first time he had saw him came rushing back. Jon had offered Adair the world in exchange for a tase of his body, had offered to shower him in jewels and finery if he would just let him fuck him once and let this obsession finally leave him.
Not only did the young Scot decline, but he had left Jon with a jagged scar in the middle of his left cheek before escaping him for the last time.
And now he was here... it was like fate had served him Jon's fantasy on a silver platter. And it was marvellous.
The women surrounding Adair seemed in two minds about Jon's arrival, some too jittery to meet his eyes at the sight of his gleaming redcoat, and others too horrendously over-anxious to turn their attentions to him in the chance of a coin purse as gilded as his fine ensemble...
Alas, Jon would be taking none of them with him to the rooms at the top of the stairs. Not now. Not with the one he sought pressed hard to the length of his body.
Jon let his free hand wind around Adair's waist, pulling him closer to his side-- in what could be assumed as a friendly gesture to any passing eyes-- and shared a jovial smile with the girls.
"There's a pretty penny for the lovely young lady who can fetch the Madam of the house and bring her to me."
Most of them scampered off before he could finish his sentence and he quickly turned his smile to his captured foe. He leaned forward, his lips brushing over the rebel's earlobe as he spoke in a hushed whisper.
"Keep being a good lad for me and I won't have to gut those darling girls where they stand, understood?"
Adair nodded brusquely, the muscle in his jaw twitching as he clenched it tight, as if halting the rise of a budding reply.
Smart boy.
Jon let his hand graze up the Scot's tense back, chuckling softly in his ear when he felt the ridges of scared flesh under his fingertips through the rough fabric of his shirt.
Yes, that would need to come off.
He moved his hand back into position when the Madam finally made her way over to them, a twitch of a smile on her thin lips that didn't meet her eyes. She nodded graciously and dipped her head in a polite, yet brief, greeting.
"Good evening, gentlemen... my girls have told me that my presence was requested?"
It was stated as a question but the way her eyes scanned over them both needed no translation. She was a Madam of a brothel, after all.
"We won't keep you long, dear woman, but my travelling companion and I need a room to stay for the night, we have buisness to attend to and such, you understand."
She raised a thin eyebrow, that same quirk of a smile firmly in place as she glanced between the two.
"Would you be needing... anything else to make your stay more comfortable, sir?"
Jon grinned at her meaning.
"We'll take whatever you can offer, Madam, and for a good price too."
She nodded her head swiftly and turned to murmur a few words to her girls, who then promptly grew flushed and scuttled off to fetch whatever their mistress had asked of them.
Jon went to turn-- with his captive in toe-- only to halt suddenly and address the lady one last time.
"Ah, we'll need oil too."
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It wasn't until they had made it up the small flight of rickety stairs and entered the room that Adair then attempted to fight back-- his hard body flinging around in a surprise attack with strong arms surging back to disarm Jon of his dagger-- and it probably would have worked too, if Jon didn't know Adair, if he wasn't ready for him. Because he was... ready for him.
The pistol Jon had tucked into the back of his breaches was pulled out fast and aimed true at the rebel's face, the sight of it bleeding out the rest of Adair's resistance.
"I think it's safe to say that that won't be your last rebellion over the course of the night, so let me just save you the trouble. That young girl that I pulled to the side at the bottom of the stairs before-- I paid her handsomely to deliver a message to my waiting men. If I shall not meet them by morning come, they are to ride swiftly north to Aberdeen and slaughter your sister and anyone else daft enough to get in their way."
The sight of the shudder that ran down the younger man's body was enough to make Jon hard right then, but there was still plenty of time to play...
"Yes, I know of your pretty sister, dear boy-- though I must admit, she's not half as pretty as you... So, you're going to be a good lad for me, aren't you? For the sake of your lovely Caitlin?"
Adair's jaw tightened but his head bowed quickly in answer, the ashen tone to his pallid skin the only sign of how deep the threat had cut.
Good.
"If you understand, I want you on your knees, hands behind your back."
The command was followed, though not quick enough for Jon's taste and he cocked the gun in warning.
"If orders are too difficult for you to follow, I may just have to find someone else who can... perhaps another young lass who wouldn't protest to getting her knees dirty--"
A snarling roar ripped from Adair's mouth before he could seem to stop it, his nostrils flaring as he glared up at Jon with fire in his eyes.
Beautiful.
"Ye will no' touch my sister!"
He spat, the muscles in his forearms twisting as he fought to stay in position despite the rage flaring through his body. Jon smiled, stepping forward the short distance to glide the mouth of the pistol across the lad's cheek.
"Then you will be a good boy and behave."
It was then that a soft knock rattled the door and Jon strode over to open it, the tall redhead from before standing before him with a small basket of assorted goodies. And oil.
Jon pulled out a pouch and handed it to the girl as he took the basket, smirking at the way her eyes lit up at the hefty weight in her hands.
"You will make sure your dear Madam receives that in full, won't you? No skimming off the top."
At the girls quick and nervous nod, Jon grinned and pulled out a shiny coin from his coat pocket, slipping it into her hands before he patted her on the cheek.
"She doesn't have to know about that one, though. Off you go now."
