Captured by Him ~ The fourth novelette from "Different Desire", a Gay Victorian Romance and Erotic novelette collection

that before, in such a rough and untamed way, and he gasped for breath , enjoy ing every mad moment of it.
    With something similar to a small roar , Badger pulled out , and despite Milton’s protests , he reached down and touched himself until he came with a harsh cry, his warm seed covering Milton’s hips and back. He more or less collapsed half on top of Milton, who , with a vexing hiss , tried to push him away.
    “No! No , you do not!” Milton protested , and with a surprising strength for someone who was so much smaller than the other man, he turned around and resolutely pushed him downwards in between his legs. Badger chuckled softly in a combination of disbelief and amusement when Milton rather desperately and without any carefulness tried to force him down to his waiting erection.
    “All right, all right,” Badger mumbled and bent down, letting his strong fingers close around his hardness, while he slowly started to suck on the tip of his erection, his tongue gently exploring the crown and the sensitive slit.
    However , Milton did not want it to be neither careful nor slow, he was already far beyond that. Pure desire had sunk its claws in him , and he fiercely buried his hands into Badger’s dark hair and roughly started to push against the other man’s mouth. Badger gasped in surprise, but was quick to adapt. Without any hesitation , Badger sinfully let two of his fingers slide inside where his erection just had been and was rewarded by a small cry from Milton, who ruthlessly thrust himself harder against him, using him fully for his own pleasure. Without even trying to withdraw, Milton moved his hips almost violently against his mouth , and he felt himself tightening around the digits inside of him before he came again, deep down the other man’s throat , with a small feral snarl.
    Badger held still for a short moment and only withdrew when he felt the other man relax and fall back. Milton lay gasping for air with wide unseeing eyes, staring blankly at the stone ceiling.
    “I … I am sorry about that,” Milton managed to say after a while in an unsteady voice. “If I … ah … was a little bit too rough, I mean.”
    “I do not mind,” Badger said and chuckled softly. “If fact, I kind of like it , to be honest. Besides, I think I am strong enough to take it , and I was not entirely gentle with you either.”
    “Yes, you are kind of a brute,” Milton agreed.
    “Me? You were the one who nearly tried to rape me and who completely ravished me!”
    “Mmm. Well, you deserved it,” Milton mumbled drowsily.
    “You are not falling asleep on me now, are you?”
    “Of course not. I would never do that,” Milton mumbled disapprovingly and snuggled closer.
    A few minutes later , he was fast asleep.
    Badger looked down on the naked man next to him and frowned. His captive victim was a complete mess with his tussled hair, his unshaved cheeks, and the general attributes of rough and sweaty lovemaking. He was even snoring a little, but he still managed somehow to look dignified and beautiful like an angel, Badger noticed. How was that even possible? Badger wondered and shook his head as he inspected the wound and gently untied the sleeping young man. He smiled a little , plac ing a muscular arm around him , and pulled the woollen blanket around them.
     
    *
     
    “Badger! Badger!” a man called from outside.
    There was a noise from a horse , which was getting closer , and the faint sound of barking dogs in the distance. Badger jumped to his feet , hastily donned his clothes , and dashed out from the root cellar, leaving a drowsy and undressed Milton behind.
    “What is it, Jake? Why are you here? You are suppos ed to be down the road!”
    “It was a trap, Badger. A trap!” Jake said.
    It was the large, barrel-chested man, the same one whom Milton had assumed was a blacksmith.
    “A trap? What the hell happened?”
    “But I got the money, Badger. I tricked them back, you see,” Jake said, ignoring Badger’s questions. And then he unexpectedly slowly tilted forward and clumsily fell down from the horse.
    “You are wounded!” Badger exclaimed.
    “Worse than that, lad. And none of the others made it. I am the last one left,” Jake said in a faint voice, his face turning paler. “And they are after me … Take the money, Badger. You must take it and run!”
    He held up a brown cloth bag , and Badger took it in bewilderment, but he never had the time to reply. A little blood ran down from the