Haunt Me Then: A Ghost Story

by Adam Charles

  Athol shook his head right away. “He’s handsome. My cock grew hard, but I abstained from finding release. He’s not meant to be mine, after all.”

  The words hung there for a moment before Thorin turned the subject. “So you still have not claimed Nicolai as your own?”

  They stared at each other a moment. Athol was the one to break eye contact. “He’s a comely youth, Thorin. But I took him in because his parents had died. He’s a good servant, so I treat him well. I don’t seek pleasure with my household servants as others in my position do.”

  “He’s no longer a youth. He’s twenty-two.”

  “I know that,” Athol snapped.

  “Then why not…” Thorin sighed. “I wished to do this when we returned home, but it cannot be helped.” He went to sit by Athol and waited for the other man to look at him.

  When Athol finally lifted his gaze, Thorin said, “You did take him in out of kindness, but there were dozens of refugees there that day in the square. You were drawn to him, perhaps by the gods, and even when he was covered in dirt and nearly dead from hunger, something in him called to you.”

  “I did not take him in to seduce him.”

  “I’m talking of love, not merely seduction.”

  Athol rose, but Thorin grabbed his arm and held fast. “Let me go,” Athol said.

  “No. I know you better than you know yourself. As much as you desire me, you love him. Cherish him.”

  “He is no different from the others in my household.”

  Thorin let go and reclined on the bed. “Then when we return, you will send him to me. It’s been too long since I had a fair-haired lover.”

  Athol stiffened, and Thorin expected a fight. Instead, he moved to a chair and sat, turning to face Thorin. “So you seek to force my hand?”

  “I seek to make you happy.”

  “Even if we end what is between us … Nicolai will take some wooing. He came from a land where men only lay together in secret. He was untouched when I took him in, and he has not even had a female lover.”

  “How old was he again?” Thorin knew, but he wanted to talk of Nicolai as long as possible to make Athol see how deeply he loved the man.

  “Fourteen.”

  “And how do you know he has never been with a woman?”

  Athol narrowed his eyes. “I simply do.”

  “I’ll stop tormenting you, if you admit the truth.”

  Athol’s eyes turned sad. “That’s hard. I wanted to love you and always be by your side. It confused me when my heart turned a different way.”

  “You still will be by my side, always. Just not in my bed. We became men together. Our love for each other will not fade simply because it never grew deeper.”

  “I can’t understand it. Still wanting you so much when I,” his voice lowered to a whisper, “I love Nicolai.”

  “We are brothers in arms. Like minded. We’ve fought and fucked together. Driven our cocks into lovers in unison. We’ve mourned and celebrated so many times. We will always love each other, simply not that way.”

  Athol laughed. “I wonder if anyone is listening? The fur-clad barbarians, sitting by the fire talking of love.”

  “Men who ignore love are ignoring the greatest prize of all.”

  A slow smile spread over Athol’s face as he sat back. “I don’t know about love, but Alexander will please you. I can even picture you taking him. Or directing another to use him as you watch.” Their gazes met again. “I can imagine how your eyes will dance and smolder. There’s something in him—I can see it—that will make your couplings explosive.”

  Thorin rose and poured out wine for both of them. He handed one goblet to Athol and then clinked them together. “Then we will have cause for celebration when we return home. I think I will show my prize off. Ride in with him tied and thrown across my lap.”

  Athol drank and licked his lips. “Oh, I think he will like that, Thorin.”

  Thorin drank as well, knowing he would enjoy it whether the arrogant little prince did or not. It might even be more fun for Thorin if he didn’t.

  * * *

  Thorin followed Athol through the tunnel. He could see points of light ahead and assumed they were approaching the prince’s chambers. He set his lantern down and took up a position beside Athol. He had a good view of the large room through one of the holes just at his eye level. Alexander sat at a desk reading, and he wore only a loose robe.

  Athol poked Thorin in the arm. “Your attention will be on that bench behind him. The one with the padded surfaces.”

  Thorin looked at it, picturing the prince bent over it. “So he likes it rough but not too rough?”

  “Something like that. He must have quite an appetite. A servant came to dry him after his bath, and he made the lad suck his cock.”

  “He’s used to everyone pleasing him. What he needs is a master.”

  “Seems that way.” Athol stepped back. “I’ll leave you now.”

  “You don’t wish to watch?”

  Thorin could see Athol smiling in the dim light. “I thought over what you said. I … I will make more time for Nicolai when we return.”

  “I’m pleased to hear that.”

  Athol bowed. “I’ll watch near the entrance.”

  Thorin nodded, and Athol moved back down through the tunnel. He turned his attention back to Alexander. The prince possessed a handsome face and full lips. His dark eyes captured Thorin’s attention. He imagined the prince sucking him and looking up, those eyes flashing with defiance. Thorin grew hard, but it was more than just the prince’s looks. He definitely had an air about him, something that would challenge Thorin.

  Thorin looked around the rest of the room and saw three bags sitting in a row on a table, one larger than the other two. The payment? It seemed likely. His gaze moved back to Alexander. If the prince liked being taken by multiple men, Thorin could oblige him, but a new thought occurred to him. The prince’s desires proved no one and nothing had ever satisfied him.

  The doors flew open, and Thorin looked to the guards. Now, he would learn all he needed to know about Alexander.

  The prince jumped up and looked to the man leading the others. “What is the meaning of this?” The prince spoke without conviction, like an actor performing for an undersold house.

  One of the guards closed and bolted the door. The leader came forward and grabbed Alexander by the hair. “We have a gift for our prince. One we know he will love.”

  Thorin rolled his eyes. They could’ve done a better job with the scenario, and he wondered if the prince had written any kind of script or simply told them what to do. The guard led the prince to the bench and bent him over it, tying his hands to the sides. The guard who’d closed the door took a knife and cut the robe from the prince’s body while the third man watched.

  Thorin admired the prince’s body as the first two men freed their cocks. The prince had already spread his legs on the bench, and Thorin could see his hole clearly. It glistened, as if it had already been prepared. The prince’s cock grew erect as the leader presented his cock and then forced it into the prince’s mouth. Alexander made only the slightest protest. The second guard massaged his ass and spanked each cheek a few times before sliding two fingers into his hole. Then the second guard entered him after only a brief fingering. The prince struggled a bit, but he didn’t exert himself too much. The second guard had an average cock, and he came quickly. As he righted himself, the leader continued to fuck the prince’s mouth, stroking his hair as well. This man seemed highly aroused, more so than just by the thrill of being chosen for this service. As the second guard gathered his money and left, the third guard moved forward. He drew out a massive cock and rubbed it against the prince’s hole, not penetrating yet. He drew back, and Thorin could see the prince clenching his hole, a little cum leaking from him.

  The leader drew back, his breathing labored. He rubbed his cock over the prince’s face. “Such a sweet little prince. Taking that cock so well.”

/>   The third guard entered Alexander, and the prince cried out. The man showed no mercy and pounded into the prince. He reached down and stroked the prince, who came in his hand. Alexander panted as the man continued to fuck him. The leader pushed his cock back into the prince’s mouth as the other man came. He roared out his released as he spilled into the prince. When he drew back, his cock was still semi-erect, and a couple of strings of cum hung between his cock head and the prince’s ass before breaking and dripping onto the prince’s thighs. He cleaned himself with the prince’s ruined robe and and then swaggered out with his money, a smug grin on his face.

  The leader now drew back and focused on Alexander. “All alone now, sweet prince. My turn to enjoy you.”

  The prince’s cock stood erect once more, cum dripping down over it and his balls. Lovely as the sight was, Thorin wanted to see his face. The guard fucked the prince slow and deep, sighing as he came. He actually went down on his knees and rimmed the prince briefly, lapping up some of the cum before untying him. The prince rose and sat on the bench, stroking his cock and presenting it to the man. He moaned as the guard sucked him eagerly, and Thorin watched Alexander’s face. If the prince and this man were lovers, Thorin’s plans would be spoiled. He wanted to make this little prince love him, to make Alexander desire only his touch. Alexander threw his head back and moaned as he came, holding the man’s head and fucking it roughly at the end. The guard didn’t object, caressing the prince’s thighs as his mouth was used.

  The guard rose and moved to kiss Alexander. Just as their lips touched, Alexander’s eyes flew open. He jerked away and slapped the man. “Who do you think you are?”

  The guard looked stunned as he hit his knees. “Forgive me, Your Highness, I thought…” He swallowed, his face turning red.

  “You thought? Go on. What did you think?”

  The guard looked up. “I thought it was different between us. You never order the same man twice, yet I’ve been with you four times. You suck my cock, and you let me suck yours.”

  “I’ve used you more than once because you’re discreet and have brought me good men. You aren’t special, and your services will no longer be required.”

  The guard didn’t move. “I like pleasuring you. I know my place now. I understand.”

  Alexander crossed his arms and stared down at the man on his knees. “You would let me fuck you? Use you as I pleased?”

  “Yes, Your Highness.”

  Alexander smiled and ran his thumb over the guard’s mouth. “You’d be my whore just to touch me again?”

  “I love you, my prince,” the man said.

  Alexander rolled his eyes. “I’ve had this problem before, and it’s not worth it. Save yourself and just go. You’d never be more than a toy to me, so you might as well get over it now.” He gestured to the door. “Go on. Don’t come back.”

  “Does my devotion mean nothing? I’m one of the elite. I could be your bodyguard. Like the barbarian and his servant.”

  The prince’s eyes turned cold. “You dare to compare me to that beast?”

  Thorin chuckled. The prince would soon find out just what a beast he could be. And he would pay for his arrogance and pride soon enough.

  “The barbarian takes the man everywhere, and they’re said to be lovers. Who would be more devoted and faithful than a lover?”

  The prince went to his wardrobe and pulled a fresh robe out, wrapping it around himself without looking at the guard. He took his time walking back over to him. “You suck well enough, but I’d never settle for a cock the size of yours. Or for one so sniveling and sentimental.”

  The cruel words hit the man like a slap. He stood shakily, the pain clear on his face. “I understand. You won’t see me again.”

  “See that I don’t,” the prince said, pointing a finger in the man’s face before turning away.

  The guard’s expression broke completely once the prince turned his back. He practically slunk from the room and cast one last look of longing at his prince before closing the door. Thorin stared into the tunnel’s darkness a moment. He felt sorry for the guard, who had thought he was favored. And valued. Perhaps it had been stupid of the man to think so, but Alexander could’ve been kinder.

  Thorin looked at him one last time. Alexander sat at his desk, just as he had before. As if nothing had happened—as if he hadn’t just shattered a man.

  “Soon, little prince, you will learn what it’s like to be in another man’s thrall. To long to be near him and ache for his touch.” Thorin took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His desire to teach Alexander a lesson was selfish as well. To make this arrogant little prick love him would be a triumph sweeter than any he’d ever known before. And if Alexander was as strong as he seemed, Thorin might make him more than a wahine.

  If he submitted to Thorin and blossomed as the barbarian suspected he would, he just might be worthy to rule the clan at Thorin’s side. He gave Alexander one final glance and smiled before moving back into the darkness.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Adam Charles lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan. He did this for the man who helped him come out of the closet, and despite his hatred of snow, it has been completely worth it.